lover.i can feel you in my boneslover. in Free Verse More Like This
and i get the feeling that
as long as you are in there
floating and mending anything
that might start to crack
i'll be just fine.
coping mechanisms.I learned the weight of loss from an age that most adults would consider far too young to be forced to understand such things. They dumbed it down for me, making me feel smaller than i already was, and treated me like i was unable to grasp such a complex concept, that death was beyond me. I thinks now they were just trying to protect me, or maybe themselves in some silly way.coping mechanisms. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i was the epitome of the daddy's little girl, he was ever strong and protecting and i loved him. In a way that was more than just because he was my father, i don't think he ever understood that though. and there were too many people who didn't understand that i understood the gravity of the day he left, i understood it all and it made my tiny heart stop for too long. there are some members of my family who still believe it was a heart attack that made his chest become silent, but i know so differently and i wish i didn't, but at the same time i think it would be worse to not understand what really happened.
if i w
b.i just want to patch you up.b. in Free Verse More Like This
there has to be something hidden in the blackest parts
of my heart that can reach yours and bring you back to me.
maybe i can press my pink against your blue and inhale whatever
is weighing you down so much, whatever drags through your veins
and leave your eyes bright like i remember them
tidal motions.don't fall in lovetidal motions. in Free Verse More Like This
over the ocean
as the salt spray tends to make the
photographs fade and
repetitive ocean waves
leave eyes tied
and leave minds to
wither and dry.
i am an ocean nothing floats on.i am an ocean that nothing floats on.i am an ocean nothing floats on. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
her mother always told her that each part of her body was capable of becoming something hard and cold, something that a military man could arm himself with and leave a trail of destruction. There was an anchor in the pit of her stomach, resting on the bottom of a black and white ocean, carelessly tossed in by a reckless boy with matching eyes. it leads her to somewhere she has never been. It sinks her to ocean floor and leaves her waiting for the waves to stir her back to the surface.she learned about space, and the gaps that leave people feeling empty and lonely, and throughout the years of her youth, everything related back to the ocean residing inside her chest cavity which on the coldest and emptiest nights she could feel thrash and peak and cause her to choke and spit it up in violent convulsions. she learned that her stomach acids were responsible for the curve of her bones and the shapes of the shadows they made in sunlight. as her years tic
i never told you this, but.it still stings likei never told you this, but. in Free Verse More Like This
being kicked in the center
of your ribs with
the tip of your foot
just rubber pressing
against and pinching
raw nerve endings
and leaving you a
little shorter of breath
and its hidden beneath the skin
like a secret until
it swells and grows
from blue to purple
to dirty black
like a stain
that gives you away
to all who see it
we all know pain
and grief are there
but people are pricks
and no-one wants to
deal with it.
[that's why they're called
you've tried to tiptoe
like the edges of
an unmarked grave
but it just backfires
and leaves a stone
resting in your stomach
just sitting there
weighing you down
it pushes you face down
into the ocean darkness
and before you know
you're back where
you started with
salt crusted eyes
and a too heavy heart
that your buckling
knees cannot handle
and too many fucking regrets.
of people who've
slipped away and left
you feeling like you've
illumine.sometimes she wanted to tear the skin off her arms and dip the bared bones under waterillumine. in Free Verse More Like This
and see if they still swelled and grew into logs rather than the twigs she craved.
it was as if there were little sandbags under the surface and they were delicately lined
and the water would sink inside them and grow and bulge and drag her into the water
but the weight is invisible, and despite the weight and the grey she feels all over
her feet wont reach the bottom, and her toes are the only thing losing feeling.
illumine - the story of hannah rose.there was irregularity in her body, something inside her wasn't fitting right with all the other pieces and it left her feeling weak and alone. there was a misconnection with the wires inside her precious head, and she shouted at the air, and threw things at mirrors and wanted to rip her skin off feeling trapped beneath its overwhelming mass, she feared what was beneath it, and never quite understood why the things she imagined were so different to what the numbers told her, they said so much less than she felt, and she simply decided they were lying and she was in fact a monster. she often wondered if everyone else felt this kind of weight pressing up on every single inch of their bodies, pushing joints and pulling tendons and leaving all of you tired and bruised and burning with lactic acid. if everyone was washed in this kind of blueness and instead of seeing red, they just saw a monochromatic scale and that made things even worse than seeing all the pain in colour. she imaged thatillumine - the story of hannah rose. in Free Verse More Like This
angst.when he was 12 he wrote a poemangst. in Free Verse More Like This
called i hate everyone
and i think you can go to hell.
he never wanted to feel that way again
and felt bad for using the word hate.
when he was 19 the feeling of hatred
toward the whole world was stronger than ever
and he learned that sometimes just sometimes
its actually deserved.
OBSCUREOBSCURE:OBSCURE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.
Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.
I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.
I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...
A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
ScreamScream:Scream in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He steps out onto the stage, grinning as always
He can hear the bass playing as the drum sets the mood
So to warm them up, he begins with an introduction:
Though we have come here tonight as individuals
I believe that we will leave here as friends
Because no one else, except a friend
Would be willing to hear you scream.
And so, tonight, we'll be playing our song "Scream"
He takes a deep breath and the guitar begins to wail
The drumming heats up and he knows that this is his moment
In a voice that is low and filled with emotion
He slowly begins to sing his song:
When first you came upon this path
You thought that you had seen the last of-
Nightmares crawling from your dreams!
You hear the sound of a thousand screams and they-
Drag you down to suffocate!
And you're just filled with so much hate that you-
(Feel like giving in...)
(When it cuts right past your skin!)
Just raise up your voice, I'll let you be heard!
Scream out your different kin
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:There are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little garden,
It's where I want to be.
I love this little garden,
Now wouldn't you like to see?
I love this little garden;
And you'll be number three...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:A Navigator's Treasure in Free Verse More Like This
For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...
This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear
So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches
Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design.
So I stole the thing and ran fer tha night
But soon my mind returned ta tha light
I forgot that the scroll was meant fer yer birthday
Sorry Lyra, we'll get it another day...
"And that's why I uh, got ye this egg Lyra, uh, happy birthday yah?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th June 2012
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Heavy StressI seem to be awake at nightHeavy Stress in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn
I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink
Out it goes
And chokes the nose
The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
Bone child,this December's winterBone child, in Free Verse More Like This
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader) in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
Cornish pasty (EnglandXNew kid!Reader)This one was written for taya4212.Cornish pasty (EnglandXNew kid!Reader) in Romance More Like This
I hope you all enjoy~ I feel like I'm on a roll now~
Please tell me what you think ^^
Tch. If someone else bumped into you, you swore to yourself, you'd resort to murdering them with biros. Dammit! A tall albino sent you flying to the floor and just carried on walking, talking to his two friends. You snarled as you tried to clamber to your feet for the umpteenth time that day. A hand presented itself in front of your face.
"Need a hand?" a pleasantly British accented voice said. Grateful, you took it and once you were back on your feet you brushed your clothes off. "Thanks." "Ta, love." You blinked in surprise, you thought they only said that in films!
"Say, you wouldn't be new here, would you?" The blond said, looking you up and down. "Yeah, just transferred." Your replied, scratching your cheek bashfully. "Well then," he bowed," it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland." Taking your hand in his, he gently kissed it.
Model (KugelmugelXReader) RequestMeh I'll fill this all in properly when I get back, just wanted to post this, I'm typing this on a tablet so I apologise for the mistakes I made anyways enjoyModel (KugelmugelXReader) Request in Short Stories More Like This
Soft piano music drifted through the room. You leant your head back on your outstretched arm and tried to go into a comfortable pose.
"(y/n)! Sit still!" Sighing, your body froze. "That's better." Your teacher inspected you, " Now pull a dramatic face." He ordered. You roll your eyes but did as you were told. Your features set themselves in an aghast way, closing your eyes as if you were suffering from a great loss or experiencing from tremendous pain.
He nodded in approuvement, not that you saw it, then he stepped and clapped his hands at the rest of the class. "Alrighty then, I want you all to capture Miss (y/n) using whichever style you want in whichever materials. Understand? Begin!"
The class wheeled their easels around you and started as you tried to hide your embaressement. Sure, you'd said you'd help out, but t
Midnight encounter (Incubus!JapanXReader) Pt.2/2Okay guys, I'm submitting the next part~ The link to the previous part is in the description~Midnight encounter (Incubus!JapanXReader) Pt.2/2 in Romance More Like This
Tell me: should I put a warning on or not?
This one was written for sarah231. I hope you all enjoy and please tell me what you think.
As Kiku didn't have anywhere else to go, he'd been staying at your place for a couple of weeks now. Being the small Asian man he was, he was able to sleep in the tiny guest room you'd transformed your office into. You hadn't used it in donkey's years anyway.
After about a week of him staying with you, he'd demonstrated his ability to you.... Let's just say he didn't do it again.
Kiku looked at your worried face. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." You shook your head at him, your expression set, determined. "If you're staying here I have to know, know what it feels like. So how does this work?"
"To take only a small portion, all we need to is touch and when I relax it'll happen."
"So you're... restraining yourself now
Yes (part two) (ScotlandXReader)This is for all those adorable fan girls who answered yes to our hot red-head. The link is in the description.Yes (part two) (ScotlandXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
I will be doing an 'no'-version, soonish, I promise. Imma go to bed now, I've been working on this for about an hour, when it's 2:20 am already *yawn* I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well get started on this one.
Anyway enough of my rambling, please enjoy and comment to let me know what you think about it ^^
You blushed and stared at your feet. Sensing him move closer, you looked up to see both of his arms around your head, one on either side. You gulped and blinked. "So lassie, what's you answer?" He leaned down, his face inches from yours.
Flushing a brighter shade of pink, you nodded which made him grin. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent. You placed your hands on his chest and gently touched his chest through the layers of clothing.
Comfort (ItalyXReader)This one was written for AnnabethcatComfort (ItalyXReader) in Romance More Like This
I hope y'all enjoy~
Also please tell me what you think ne~
You clenched the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. Shit. The conversation replayed itself in your head, ending up with the test results. Double Shit. You were pregnant. Now came the hard part. Triple Shit. Telling Feli.
Biting your lip hard, you drove home, desperately trying to keep your mind clear. You didn't want to kill yourself before the big moment after all.
How the hell is he going to react? You racked your mind for an answer. Well heck, you weren't ready to be a mother so he wasn't gonna be either. Ready to be a father I mean, not a mother in his cas- Dammit! What are you thinking about!
You covered your face with your hands and did your best to keep your tears from flowing. Leaning back, you took deep, steady breaths. You were nowhere near ready for a kid. There was a reason for it.
You're scared of being pulled into something, with no power over a situation. Af
Unplugged (Punk!ReaderXEngland) RequestThank you for all your patience ^^Unplugged (Punk!ReaderXEngland) Request in Short Stories More Like This
This one is for xxxWARGIRLxxx, I hope you approve .
Okaaay, so I'm kinda sad what happens to Gil at the end and to Scottie (for those who read my Scotland fics, it's kinda like a preview of what's to come, should you say no.) ^^
Anyway please enjoy and comment to let me know what you think, that would be greatly appreciated ^^
You opened your locker, earphones screaming into your ears. You hummed to yourself as you got the materials you needed for the weekend and shut it, grinning from ear to ear. Finally the weekend! You'd made a list of what you had to do, but hey, who does anything besides relaxing on Friday afternoon?
You slung your bag around your shoulders, fiddled with your wire so it wouldn't get caught in one of the numerous piercings in your ears and started to set off for the exit. Before you'd made it, you felt a sharp tap on your arm. You
Missing concerts (AustriaXReader)You peeked around the corner, obscuring most of your body the best you could. It'd been two weeks now that he'd started acting strange.Missing concerts (AustriaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Your boyfriend Roderich that is. He started leaving the house more frequently and had the vaguest excuses when you asked him where he'd gone. Strange and troubled thoughts cascaded around your mind.
Is he seeing someone else? Doesn't he want you anymore? To put a stop to these worrying questions, you made a plan.
So well, you decided to follow him. Not in a stalker way, no, not at all. ....Scratch that, the way you shadowed him was exactly like a stalker. But you simply had to know what was going on with him.
He crossed the road, which you of course mimicked. After tailing him for several minutes, he reached what seemed like his destination.
The .... music school? Why would he come here?
Entering, he shut the door behind him, disappearing from your sight. After a second though, he reappeared in the hallway, which you could see through the st
The proper tea etiquette (EnglandXReader)You sighed after hearing your mother shouting up the stairwell for the thousandth time that morning. The servants had tried to get you out of bed but after a death-glare and several knuckle cracking's, they soon backed down, trembling.The proper tea etiquette (EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
You just had a terrible mood in the morning and it didn't help the fact that your mother had organised for a tutor to come to teach the way of the Lady, as she called it.
Grumbling, you slid out of bed, your hair sticking up in all angles imaginable.
After putting on some furry slippers, you went to your windowsill. There your babies sat, each flower a beautiful shade of the rainbow. A movement in the sandy drive caught your eye. You craned your neck and saw a wonderful Aston Martin pull up.
A figure stepped out of the door and his blond hair shone in the bright sunlight. His spectacles reflected the light so well, you couldn't even see the colour of his eyes, being concealed by the glasses as they were.
He glanced upwards, catching your eye.
Taken pt 2/2(ChinaXReader)Part one is linked in the description. This one was written for cheese0it.Taken pt 2/2(ChinaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Hope you all enjoy and please tell me what you think~
You sighed, dropping a golden autumn leaf into the stream beneath the red wooden bridge you were standing on. Watching it as it floated along you imagined yourself as it, the stream as the strange turn of events you had experienced in the past four months.
The leaf turned the corner in the water and you lost sight of it, only to drop another in its place. The silken sleeve on your right arm was folded up to your shoulder; you didn't want it to get dirty when you'd been plucking the leaves from the ground.
The leaf really is like my life, the water constantly changes course and all I can do is try to follow it, otherwise I sink, you thought to yourself, your head tilted to one side. You'd grown accustomed to the presents Yao showered you in.
Every time he came back from wherever he went during the day, he'd always have a piece of jewellery, a hairpin, some clo
HateI don't hate you because you're stupidHate in Free Verse More Like This
(I'm not saying that you aren't stupid
Or that I don't, in fact, hate you)
I hate you because of what you've done
And what you continue to do
I hate you because you act in a way that's
Incurably, terribly strange to me, and
I hate you because you are loud--
On purpose or not, loudness can hurt...
I hate you because you sit there and judge me
I don't care if you judge me for who I am,
But you don't know who I am,
I hardly know who I am, and
If I don't love you in some way,
There's that insanely strange chance
That I'm never going to tell you even on my drunkest day.
I hate you because it's my fault that you offended me
I could be shot and half-dead
But I'm the one who's in trouble
When it's you who pulled the trigger.
I hate you because I'm not allowed
To retaliate to anything he says
Even though I have freedom of speech
And a right to be defensive,
And I hate you because
No, I'm NOT my brother
ScreamIf you tell meScream in Free Verse More Like This
One more time
How I can improve myself,
I am going to scream.
It is not my choice
To be uncoordinated,
But it is my choice
Won't let me.
Just Don't Do It (WIP)Don't ever write a romance--Just Don't Do It (WIP) in Free Verse More Like This
Don't idealise the little things in love and minimise the bad.
You know a relationship has to have problems.
Please, don't ever write a romance.
Don't write until your heart hurts and your eyes hurt and everything hurts because you know you'll never really feel your creation.
Don't let yourself write a romance,
Because everything will be going fine until you meet someone you become smitten with.
You'll want their every movement to be poetry,
And you'll stay up at night trying to describe the galactic abysses in their eyes,
The stars in their smile,
And the stars buzzing in your head when you see it.
You'll spend days trying to find a word that encompasses that thing they do that makes you lose focus after all the blood in your body is rushing to your face and you can barely contain your squeak,
And months trying to convince yourself that they aren't worth the inevitable shatter.
It won't work and they will be worth that shatter,
Or at least you hope they wi
AbrasiveAbrasive,Abrasive in Free Verse More Like This
It wears away
On the smile on your face
Assuming that you had one
In the first place,
At your outer shell
Turning your thoughts
Into pure hell.
It lacks the affability
To cut through you clean
A smile like sand paper
With no added sheen,
To pull you apart
And tear at the seams,
A mordant persona
Can destroy all things.
AverageThe boy who knows I like you can text me,Average in Free Verse More Like This
"goodnight, you're gorgeous if no one's told, and don't let me forget amazing"
And you can't even be bothered to say hello,
I question my past descriptions.
I feel loveless.
Broken, my mother said,
Normal, my therapist said,
But if normal isn't going to attract your attention and that's all I am,
What's even the point?
I'm hoping that if I catch you off guard with this question,
You'll notice me.
Don't let me be
Don't You DareDon't you dare judge meDon't You Dare in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a human being
Not a 'ragamuffin' with no sense of style
I choose based on comfort, not colors
And I act how I want
I dress badly for the school pictures because
They always try to
Make me look pretty
You're taking a picture of
Not some sweet little girl in the eighth grade
Don't you dare touch me
My arms are tender
And my face is bruised
I fall down a lot
Don't touch my hair when I mention
I hate when people do that
I'm a girl
Not a Barbie doll
Even if I look like one
In fact, don't even look at me
I don't mind someone
Who pays attention to detail
And points out mistakes
But on you, I hate it
Because you only ever
My pouch is a safety net, not a complication
No, don't take it
I need that
I'm scared without it
Don't ask me to change
My feeling of security
I don't over complicate things on purpose
So quit acting like I do
You wonder why we don't
Have the best relationship
I'm always being judged
color my soulcolorcolor my soul in Free Verse More Like This
a dark, dreary gray
smeared across my life
to think our contact would end this way
throws me for a loop
and yet I see a new hope
in the shadow love-child of black and white
it may be nonexistent but maybe it helps me cope
maybe it's a rainbow but I can see the end
and the end of it scares me since it's not there
a never-ending circle
suspended within the air
a streak of red
red like my blood
the color I see when I close my eyes in anger
before the streaming rant comes in flood
and frothy rage ensues
a dash of blue: blue like my eyes
more intense than water's bland
that shows I haven't got a clue although I keep up my guise
a blanket of green
among other things
evoking a calm amongst the clash
and helping the trouble it brings
and finally: a ring of black
surrounding it all
my favorite color
to cushion my fall
all of this is held in my soul
there isn't much more
so I've been told
even though I swore
that I had one within me
held deep inside
my emotions can show that
from each time
Not here for youI'm not here for your separationNot here for you in Free Verse More Like This
This mindset you have me in so early on
I'm not even there yet
I don't know you
But I know that I will be cast away
Like so many have before
But the human race is predictable
I wish to meet someone like you
With the skills of an author and the acceptance of a friend
But again, I don't
There's a shard of me that wants to be invisible
Another, to be thrown away
And yet another wants me to be at the top of everything
To be the heroine in a storybook
But I don't want that, either
I'd rather write my fantasies and have you believe they're creativity
But I don't know
If you need me, I'll be following my brothers like a lost puppy
Because I'm not going to talk unless you do first
I'll Try To Speak To YouTo the boy I try and fail to speak to-I'll Try To Speak To You in Free Verse More Like This
I think when school lets back in
After this break is over
I'm going to teach myself to speak to you
And if the words catch in my throat
I'll fake a cough and shut up
I'm not too bad at that
And if you bring in your Fanfiction
I'll read it happily
Knowing we have something in common
And if the words don't catch in my throat
If I can speak my mind
Will you hold a conversation with me?
SpiritsYour voice is like a run-on sentenceSpirits in Free Verse More Like This
Always moving forward, always changing,
Not taking the time to pause because why would you?
You have so much to express
And so little time to do it
Being stuck in a place like this
Somebody's going to have to be the one who excitedly pulls us along
And my voice, my voice is the clouds in the sky,
Flowing like water in the river
As I absorb the voices of those around me
And their sadness shapes me
I need something bright
So would you like to be my proper light?
Your voice is a soothing melody
Especially for a girl who doesn't sing
I could use a certain tone in my life
An uplifting person will naturally lift the spirits of those around them
And god knows I need my spirits lifted.
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
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And violets are blue
But you have to understand
Who said they had to,
Its about imagination
Emotion and orignality
Not the reiteration
Of dead men's practicality
They are your sentence
To a world that has to listen
As you create the difference
Whether it be
With angst poem against love
Or how you set your heart free
To fly like a dove,
For these words
Whether or not they be true
Their beauty and ideals
Will be used to define you,
Hope ,in fact, has feathers
And like a caged bird it sings
But these words will only be tethers
That strip you of your wings,
Those are their words
Meant for their time
And meant for their herds,
But this your time
Meant for your words
And whether they be meaningful, stupid
Or completely absurd
I'm sure they'll be amazing.