Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
Lost NovemberI am lost November,Lost November in Free Verse More Like This
with the breath of winter
at the hairline of its neck.
I am the blood orange that
sours a little too soon.
A thirty day intuition
to a season of good will.
A blip on the side of
the road that melts easily
out of sight, out of mind.
An unremembered instance
on a torn index page
of a forgotten, spineless book.
I am lost November.
Remember me the instance
when you feel unremembered too.
Nothing Lives Foreveri.Nothing Lives Forever in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you were a child, we would sit on the porch to talk about your day. And sometimes, we would find a dead bird, or a frog on there. And you would ask me about death and why it happens, looking at the poor creature in my hands, its life cut short and touch it tenderly. I would always say the same thing.
Nothing is meant to live forever, my dear.
The school called me in on your twelfth birthday and asked if I had known how clever you were, that your test scores were the best in the state. They asked me if I knew I had a genius child on my hands who grew bored easily in class and tended to distract others in his classroom, sometimes causing arguments, fistfights and could manipulate his classmates into doing anything.
We don't think this is the school for him. He needs to be challenged appropriately.
You fell in love at seventeen and she was lovely. Kind, caring and beautiful, I couldn't ask for a better girl for you. She was our neighbour
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
My Name is Hollow.Hello.My Name is Hollow. in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Hollow.
I live inside your soul.
Under the layers and layers of skin,
and tissue and muscle...
all the way down where nothing
and everything survives.
(I wish I knew before I trusted you
That lying is second nature to one
with as many regrets as you.)
My name is Hollow.
I live inside you now,
because you gave me the power
in all your virtuous belief
that the world was good
to survive your strength...
(I hoped to God you wouldn't
lie or steal or break what is already
a thousand pieces of a broken soul.)
My name is Hollow.
You let me in when sex
began to feel like an ache.
But the pain felt better than
dealing with the hurt
inside your head, your heart...
(This was always a world for those
that were harder than me
Strength is sometimes a very relative thing.)
My name is Hollow.
I am the jagged lines you draw
all along your skin,
your muscles, your bones...
The sharp edge of a knife,
the scarlet drops of remorse.
(Here's a question now for your
City of LightYou are my city.City of Light in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
Miku's Mesmerizing MissionMiku Hatsune stood in the recording studio, ready to begin recording her new song. She put on her headphones and the music began to play. Little did she know, the music had been altered by her manager to include a number of subliminal messages that made her want to obey him. She stood, still as a statue, as the messages worked their way into her subconscious. As this happened, her pupils shrank into tiny dots and began to expand in a line that went round and round, much like the sensation she felt in her head, forming spirals. The music finished and her first commands were given to her: "Raise your arms like a sleepwalker."Miku's Mesmerizing Mission in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, Master," the singer replied in a monotone as her arms rose up.
"Very good, my dear. I have a task for you now..."
Miku walked into the control room and stood at attention before her master as he opened a portal for her. He gave her a list and told her to memorize the five names on the list. He then handed her the portal device with instructions to use it to tr
Hayate no Gotoku Hypno 3: Old School HypnosisHayate no Gotoku Hypno 3: Old School Hypnosis in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the day after the incident in the bath and Hayate and Nagi had left for school, members of the SP watching over them every step of the way. Maria would have gone with them but she'd decided to stay and keep the mansion clean, beginning with her and Nagi's room. While cleaning the desk, she came across a note that she hadn't seen before. She scanned it, reading the bullet points: 'Destroy this letter, Go to Hakuou Academy, Recruit the student council president, Return to current state.' This was followed by what seemed to be a step-by-step guide to hypnotic induction. What did it mean by 'recruit'? Who left this here? Who was it addressed to? She turned it over and saw the name 'Maria.'
Her eyes immediately glazed over and she turned the latter over again. Rereading them, the words changed from an odd list to her new instructions. After reading her commands, she obeyed the first and burned the letter. She then obeyed the second by changing into her old Hakuou Academy uniform whic
Dead or Alive Hypno Story 16: Alpha's PastAlpha sat in the hold, thinking about that dream last night. It had sparked memories in her mind. Memories of her time with DOATEC and with Dr Hamilton.Dead or Alive Hypno Story 16: Alpha's Past in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The good doctor was the person she'd interacted with the most before being allowed to leave the lab, although Daddy and Master Genra would occasionally show up to inspect her and teach her the way of the ninja respectively. While she had all of Kasumi's memories and skills, Master Genra still felt it best to train her, especially if she was to have an edge over the original. He taught her many powerful ninpo attacks but he also taught her another special skill; a skill she didn't master until just before Master Genra's death and one she didn't put into proper use until she arrive on this ship. Well... that wasn't quite true; she had used it once before.
The main reason she'd been taught the skill was to take Kasumi's place and to force Helena to give full control of DOATEC to Daddy. Those plans had all fallen through when
Sole Calibur: After Training RelaxationSophitia and Cassandra were sparring in a field near their home in Athens. Sophitia was impressed with how far her sister had come in the last few years. She could see how Cassandra was so confident she could take her sister's place in seeking to destroy Soul Edge. But Sophitia was no pushover herself. She blocked one of Cassandra's attacks with her shield, spun around, and kicked off the ground, rear end first. Her behind hit Cassandra's stomach and knocked her onto her back with Sophitia sitting on top of her.Sole Calibur: After Training Relaxation in Short Stories More Like This
"Ow! That's low, Sis, stealing one of my moves like that," Cassandra moaned.
"Hehe, sorry," Sophitia replied, sticking her tongue out. "Couldn't resist." She stood and offered a hand to her sister.
Cassandra sat up and waved her offer off. She was too tired to stand at this point. She instead pulled her white boots off and let her pantyhose-clad feet relax on the grass. "Aaah... much better.
Seeing her sister relaxing, Sophitia sat next to her and slipped out of her sandals. Sh
Shantae: In The Lair of The Hypno Baron"Finally," Shantae sighed as she arrived in the Hypno Baron's inner sanctum. "What's with all those stupid eye and door puzzles? And all those death traps and keys and that creepy skull... key... thing? Just how can a person live in a place like this? Seriously. And why are these places always so much bigger on the inside than the outside?" She knew her complaining wasn't going to get her anywhere but venting her anger was calming her down. "At least I rediscovered the mermaid dance. That's something, I guess."Shantae: In The Lair of The Hypno Baron in Short Stories More Like This
She took in the sight of the room. The floors and pillars were blood red and the only source of light seemed to be a lantern hanging from a chain in the ceiling. She could just make out the silhouette of a man in a robe. The robe looked to be blue with gold rims with a hood that concealed the figure's face quite nicely. The figure cackled as she approached. Seriously? Shantae thought, rolling her eyes. Skull keys, skeleton minions, death traps and now a red room
Kushina's Hypnotic MissionKushina overlooked the Sound encampment. She had a pretty good view from up in this tree. She checked that her earpiece was still connected to Mikoto and Mebuki. The three had been chosen as the team for this mission, though Kushina was unsure why Mebuki had been put with her and Mikoto; Kushina and Mikoto were good friends but the two hardly knew Mebuki, which could cause problems with teamwork and the success of the mission. And this mission seemed pretty damn important.Kushina's Hypnotic Mission in Short Stories More Like This
They had raised this concern when given their mission but the Hokage had simply said that in troubled times, makeshift teams are formed regularly so learning to quickly work together with someone new is essential for a shinobi. She understood where he was coming from but she still didn't like it. A simple mission like, maybe, retrieving a lost dog or something would be more appropriate for that. But a mission like this? It was ludicrous.
Kushina chided herself for complaining so much and got back to her observation.
Sophitia's Deepest FallTira had been given a task. Her master had sent her to find new servants to help protect Soul Edge after being weakened in his latest battle with his former host. There were a lot of potential servants, from those that sought to wield the cursed sword to those that sought to destroy it. She had observed so many warriors from so many different countries and backgrounds, of different levels of skill and conviction, and she knew that some of them could be easily used for her purposes, given the right... motivation.Sophitia's Deepest Fall in Short Stories More Like This
She took out the shard of Soul Edge she'd been given to complete her mission and recalled how she'd found it on some traveller whose soul she had offered up to her master. To her surprise, he hadn't immediately reintegrated the shard into the sword, but had instead imbued it with some of his power and given it to her to use in her mission.
She had travelled from Ostrheinsburg Castle to a nearby town, where she observed the busy streets from a rooftop. She could feel the shard's
Kingdom Hearts: The Strength To Go OnAqua tiredly continued her trek through the Realm of Darkness. She'd been walking and fighting non-stop for days now and it was finally starting to catch up with her. She was tired and she was lost and her feet hurt and she wanted to just lay down and sleep. But she couldn't allow herself to think like that; she had to keep going, for her friends' sakes.Kingdom Hearts: The Strength To Go On in Short Stories More Like This
But it was so hard to keep going. Time was practically nonexistent in this place; what seemed like days could have been mere hours, or perhaps even weeks for all she knew. And these new creatures, these strange black beings that she had encountered during her journey through this dark realm... these things were even more tenacious than the Unversed.
As she was lost in thought, she found herself suddenly surrounded by the creatures. A number of them bore heart-shaped holes in their chests, some even going clean through. As such, she had taken to calling the creatures 'heartless'. In her tired, sleep-deprived state, Aqua's vision was too
Team Galaxy: The Hypnotic Left FootYoko was asleep with her head resting on her desk. She had been studying late into the night and had been unable to keep her eyes open any longer. In her current state, she didn't hear the door slowly creak open, nor did she feel herself being lifted up out of her chair and carried, bridal style, out into the night.Team Galaxy: The Hypnotic Left Foot in Short Stories More Like This
She finally awoke when a bucket of water was thrown into her face. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a scream of surprise. As she looked around, she found that she was no longer in her room, but in a strangely familiar, rundown back alley with walls covered in graffiti. Not only that, but she was also tied to some kind of post. To her left was some kind of screen showing what appeared to be a video arcade. This all seemed familiar but she couldn't quite place it until-
"There, dat did it," said a familiar voice to Yoko's right. She shot a glance in that direction and saw someone she never thought she'd see again: a girl about Yoko's age with light purple skin, wavey sho
Final Fantasy X: A Lost ArtYuna held the sphere in her hands and looked it over. She'd come to the Zanarkand Ruins with the other Gullwings to search for valuable spheres. They'd split up and she'd found the sphere she now held in her hands. She was surprised to find a dressphere in the ruins of all places. As she looked it over, she heard footsteps behind her. She slowly began to reach for her weapon when she heard a familiar voice say, "What have you found, Yunie?"Final Fantasy X: A Lost Art in Short Stories More Like This
Relieved, Yuna turned to Rikku and replied, "I think it's a dressphere."
Rikku went in for a closer look. "Can I try it out? Come on, pleeeeeeease?" she asked.
"Sure, I don't see any harm in it," Yuna replied, handing the sphere over and Rikku activated it.
A large spiral appeared on the ground below her and she started spinning in sync with it as she descended into it. She then emerged a few seconds later in a similar fashion, only spinning the opposite direction, in her new attire: an orange jacket over a yellow dress shirt, an orange skirt, brown
Je t'aime when you're quietHe'd found her in a sleazy Parisian bordello, sitting at the bar, the fingers of her left hand curled round a cigarette, the other rubbing the rim of a wine glass, softly. She was conversing with a group of men, her French tinted with a soft English accent. They all laughed, hers the most noticeable.Je t'aime when you're quiet in Short Stories More Like This
He motioned for her to go over to him, and he half-expected her to ignore. But, she didn't. Not before taking a drag of her cigarette, she waltzed over, swaying her hips in a way that could be called a mix of ladylike... and stripper-like.
"What are you doing here?" The question came with a tone of agitation, making the lady pout theatrically.
"I've no idea what you mean." She said, feigning innocence.
When she noticed it left him unimpressed, she continued.
"I'm on vacation, what are you doing here?" She pointed a finger, challenging.
She laughed in response.
"Oh, please. The only business you have is paperwork."
"Which you are supposed to do." He reminded. Truth be
It'll wash offShe kenlt next to his cold, lifeless body, shivering.It'll wash off in Short Stories More Like This
"Wait for me." She whispered
"Wait for me!"
No one could hear her screams, the rest of the house empty.
She turned her head, her tears falling onto the cold tiles of the floor.
She reached out towards his hand, grabbing a bloodied knife.
"You couldn't wait, could you?" She laughed, still crying.
She stuck the blade into her gut, gasping.
With her final, weak breath, she spoke:
"Sorry," she breathed "For bleeding on your shirt."
Upon our wishes...Our world is breaking,Upon our wishes... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky is shaking,
Thunder rolls, a stormy night,
A glorious victory, a precious fight.
Long shall she reign, Cathrine the Great,
Or Cathrine the Damned, for those who hate.
Heels clack against glass, she walks to us,
Drowning in her own ego. She smiles, thus,
She turns around, walks away,
And with the flick of a switch, twas our final day.
Long shall she reign, Cathrine the Great,
Strong was her mind, but stronger - her hate
InterceptorFeed me, my servants,Interceptor in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Undress me, prepare me
For the war we have started
With the world, beware me.
Take me into the clouds,
Arm me, I'm the Terminator
I rule this world. In my mind,
The power of a gladiator.
Let them cower with fear,
Let them learn my name.
Even I don't know it,
But, fuck, I'm game.
They deserve to die,
They're not on my side.
But they've got nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
The tainted ones, the damned,
Be proud of the name,
Who cares what they think,
They're all one and the same.
The Machine, it rules,
Let us destroy it,
And then reign powerful,
Our rocket, deploy it.
As they succumb
To our power, the human race,
They don't know it,
But they'll remember my face.
PerfectPerfect.Perfect in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Call me perfect.
I'm blonde, sweet and beautiful.
Say I'm pretty.
Call me tomorrow.
I say I'm fat to get people to call me thin.
Call me nice.
Call me cute.
The only thing I've ever read is my diary.
Look at me.
I'm so special.
Call me gorgeous.
I puke every night.
I get A's on blowjobs.
My breasts change size every year.
Call me perfect.
Though I'm fake.
Here we go again"Are you still there?" I could hear my grandmother's voice from the speaker installed into my car. I snapped out of my thoughts, and turned my head towards it.Here we go again in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, Oll, I'm here." I let a faint smile onto my face, turning back to the window.
"As I was saying..." She continued, heard by only my parents in the front seat, me blocking her voice out and focusing on the rain outside.
Soon enough, we pulled up to Anna's house. It was pretty big. Since her parents died, she inherited a fortune. Thus she took it upon herself to redecorate the whole house. Still, she couldn't dare touch her parents' old bedroom.
Even though it was finished, one room was kept for storage, most of the furniture covered by white sheets.
Walking in, I felt it to be a completely new house. I slowly walked to what I hoped was still her room. However, one of her maids cut in front of me, carrying a basket of clean laundry.
"Excuse me?" I asked, getting her attention. "Is Anna around?" I asked, hoping she
Ace is angered by your...Shut up about it.Ace is angered by your... in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You dumb fangirls, it doesn't work that way. Do you think actual homosexual men in the real world would walk around in their flamboyant clothes and newly dyed hair? No. It'll get them raped or beat up.
Not every man without a girlfriend or wife is gay. Not every short man is on the bottom.
Not even in straight relationships are the roles ultimately decided. Y'know why? Because it's fucking stupid. For instance, I'm a girl, but I wouldn't blush at the sight of a guy or girl that I like. Because it's stupid. Because everyone has this new thing, it's called self respect.
Which brings me to my next point
Used so many times as fanservice, it's so degrading. Not girl's love, but the whole "we're straight, but we'll make out so the guys like us" thing. It's ridiculous. And the worst part, I know actual girls who do this. That aside, it's pretty damn stupid. And don't pull your "if girls like two guys, guys can like two girls" crap, because
1. A girl can like two
Smokey Cities oneshot 4Cara groaned and looked at her wrist watch.Smokey Cities oneshot 4 in Short Stories More Like This
'4.15, what's taking him so long?!' she thought, 'He was supposed to get it over with by 4.'
The girl paced back and forth in an alleyway, passing by a door with every turn. Behind the door, however, was a certain dark haired boy who was supposed to take care of a problem, but he showed no signs of coming out any time soon.
Growing impatient, the girl opened the door and peered inside. Behind it was a flight of stairs leading to a basement-like structure. Down the stairs, a light bulb barely illuminated part of it, occasionally flickering. In the shadow, a silhouette could be seen, but only one, Cara assuming her friend got the job done. She carefully walked down the stairs, unnoticed by the other, and, upon reaching the bottom, peeked her head into the shadowy part of the room. She mumbled an 'ew' at the sight, as her roommate knelt down and carefully made an autopsy-styled y incision and spread the flesh apart at the ch
Tornbrooke -Act2,Stage2-Act 2;Stage 2:Tornbrooke -Act2,Stage2- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your name is Cassandra Orean. You are currently dead. Oddly enough, you're in college, studying god knows what.
You speak French and Greek fluently, and are a singer, usually working at sleazy bars.
You tie your red hair and examine your teeth, hoping there's nothing stuck in them.
Your breath smells of wine and you exit your chambers and slowly slide down the stairs, into the bar bellow.
You have the night off, so you take a seat, not ordering anything, as you feel you've already had too much.
The slow paced music plays in the background, as you pull out a cigarette and insert it into your holder. You can't seem to find a lighter, but smile as a man turns towards you and offers his. You gladly accept and turn to look at the staircase.
You hear a loud noise, sounds like glass breaking, and watch as
You yell at your idiotic friends to hurry up and follow the path given by the loud woman kind enough to give them their second points.
PurgingI've been here for yearsPurging in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I still don't understand
Why the fuck must we bow down
To the one in command
We talk about liberalism,
Free will, free speech,
But in the end they all try
To wipe our damn mind with bleach.
And we can't say anything,
Oh, no, they'll hate us,
So fucking what,
If it changes, fuck your status
What is it with everyone
Throwing such a fit
Over the stupidest of things,
You're missing the point, you dit
Don't deny the damn facts,
They were all smart,
So what if they were crazy
Insanity's a work of art
And the whole body's a fucking puzzle,
And the pieces are broken,
Dammit, let me solve it,
I wanna see them fucking choking.
In end, we're all alike,
Animals, freaks, the same,
But you don't get it, do you,
It's like a bullet through the brain.
And the sparks that fly,
All over, around us,
They represent the damn truth,
If we don't run, they'll find us.
ShadowI hoped that once apon a star, that a passer by would climb my balcony of vines.Shadow in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To hear my voice, to help the one that needed help; in my time of need, where were you?
But now you just hang as a shadow on my wall, waiting until I fall asleep to stir.
I will take it as an acomplishment I hope you know, that I got you to travel here...
to stay in the mist of my room, even if you do tangle my hair and mess up my place.
Is it is rather troublesome forcing you too pass through my wall, to the next room,
when I decided that to change is what I need too do. Even so, do you listen?
where were you when I needed company over, someone to talk to?
How far did you travel to find my tower, glooming over the hills?
I hope you realise how much trouble you caused me, getting into my head. My thought's were all sped.
Do you feel as if a simple kiss to the cheek goodnight would satisfie me? I guarante,
sadly it comes out as nothing but a shallow whisp of wind, colding and breaking my skin.
Have you ever
What ifWhat if one day, I fall asleep...to never wake...to never breathe,What if in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what if one day, I fall asleep...to never wake...for my story to end.
Would you be sad? mad? or maybe distrought?
would you be happy? bubbly? or in self thought?
How would I know, if i'm down belown. In the pits of my mind.
Shadows embracing me, inside my weak mind,
what if my story ended, on that faithful rainy night;
when the lights each went out one by one...causing my to be blind.
Its possibly you know how one day we're fine...then another bam,
we can dissapear into the night. Not leaving a single trance but our note.
I see how its impossible, to forget one you love, oh so much,
but if one day, when I set up our midnight tea party, will you leave forever?
and by leaving will you forget me? I do pray not. For I would be so oh distrought.
Maybe you put toxins in my tea, maybe you decided after to flee...
with a silky voice I say my goodnight's, oh dear such a hazard...such a fright.
I never enjoyed the word 'goodbye.'
My doctors wordOh what's your diag-nonsence doctor, the pills you give to me,My doctors word in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
am I to be locked in this room, un-able to breath;
from the fact its small or a stranger in-habbits it, but its fine right?
As long as you can tell me how fucked, how messed up I am,
then you're doing your job, never the less of my feelings in hand.
Tell me doctor, why my mind's a-blaze, these thoughts running so recklessly,
through my cranium and why my eyes oh so dull are glazed?
You give me a pill to stop my emotions running willd,
what if it doesn't work? will you still be ablinged;
too medicate me more, to 'help' me with your vice?
Am I but a self-indulgent girl? or am I mad? either way,
I think that i'm actually really glad, to have this perspective;
on life, to have this messed up mind, memories i've had.
It seems i've seen the world, for what it really is, but please...
doctor tell me how I can't because i'm just a silly little kid.
I know i've been arrested, I know my choices are bad..
but doctor how can you be so
SmileWhat's with the hate that gleams in your eyes,Smile in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as you stare down at me, a low enitiy in your life.
Have you ever smiled before, feeling the skin stretch;
increasing a happy aura around yourself...
even a fake smile, to fool the normals.
You sit so high and mighty, by yourself.
Have you ever fought your demons, you self indulgent mess;
leaking your happiness wherever you go, you won't infect me.
How many lives have you took, as you sat on your throne,
your head held high, you rule with a golden throw.
I suspect your 'follows' love you so?
well you're wrong, they just want your power,
eventually you will be over-thrown.
I see that smile painted on your lips, that tainted smile,
the one you show when people realise what the reality is.
But I guess i'm lowly, as you call it yourself,
have you ever battled with such stelth? of course not,
you impetuous person, telling all to smile even though thou are dead inside?
I know how the game goes, count to ten and hope for the best,
even though you
RainRain, rain please don't go away, visit me every night to calm me,Rain in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
forget the sun, forget the day...just give me a night full of rain.
Rain that patters against my window, rain that calms me so,
for tommorow I might not be around, she rain sing me to sleep;
so I can rest throughout the night.
As I lay upon my floor, staring at the ceiling tall,
I look to the window and see the rain, standing and walking...
my heart feels pain.
The rain which is hated, oh so much...the rain that's cold on the outside,
the rain which people block out, the rain that's noticed in the worst way.
Rain that dampans my hand when I feel the sting of bullet-like droplets,
my open window will swing in movement to the wind and the sky's;
are oh so dark, darkness will calm me, darkness will embrace me.
When morning arrives I know the rain will fade...and the sun...
will come out to play.
RapunzelDear little lady, there you sit...upon your window ledge,Rapunzel in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
your face coated in doubt. Tell me princess are you ok?
Woud you want to ever break free? to feel the grass under you feet.
Little princess in her teenage years, your golden hair and blue eyes,
are you made of star dust too? any special powers in you?
I know how one day a lady you feared came, she took your voice;
she took your reason. She inprisoned you in a tower of sin, so tell me...
did she win?
Dear little rapunzel fight the power, let your hair down for the wind to shower,
for dear little rapunzel don't you know? if you sing louder someone will come.
Sing your heart, sing away your doubt. Sing so loud it comes out as a shout,
fight the spell, hear your voice...when you're free you can rejoice.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down you hair. Escape your prison,
young lady fair.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel I know you can hear, let your voice out loud and clear.
After your escape you will find a castle near, Rapunzel run, run far from here!
HopeWhat is hope?Hope in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hope is when you get up in the morning and have a positive attitude, thinking about all the good things which will happen even though you know your day will be bad. Hope is what gets you out of bed in the mornings and pushes you that extra mile. Hope is the smile, real or fake, that makes it's way onto your face even though you feel like frowing and giving up. You may not be as skinny or as shapy as most people, you may not be perfect or be as beautiful as others but hope keeps you going; it keeps you smiling and moving foward in life. Hope is remembering that inperfection is perfection and no one is perfect. That is what hope is.
The ballad of a sleepless dameAs I lay here in my mixture of hair and sheets, my eyes cast to my ceiling,The ballad of a sleepless dame in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
stealing glances at the windows, doors and blinking rapidly;
I can't help but feel i'm being watched by a demon of the night.
A monster that creeps in the alleys at night, takes young girls with a fright,
a hunter, a preditor, a murderer of dames minds, a sore sight.
Trying to catch my sanity, a tear escapes my eyes,
those eyes that once where oh so bright, are now as dull as this darkened night.
That monster that chased me in the woods that cold night, the monster;
that forced me to interact with violence and smite.
Oh how troublsome it can be, when someone is watching me.
I'm not entirly sure as of tonight, I feel like soon I might die,
I mean I've drifted off almost into slumber, what if I should never awake?
What if my parents find me tooken away into the night,
never to return, never to say goodbye;
these dreams keep continuing, what a fright.
The same woods, the same blood, the same flinching under your t
BurnI could apease your secret fears, I could aplaud you and cheer,Burn in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but all you do is set fire to my soul, burning me in the wake.
My eyes once so bright are now dull...my heart is oh so small.
I'm in a constant battle with myself, the hits I take I take in strife.
Just remember that one day when i'm gone, my soul will linger on.
There are normally two sides to every story, fairytale or not,
but with my story just a reminder, there is not.
I could lie and tell you i'm fine, I could smile and disagree that i'm not;
for I am but a invisible girl that was interuppted too many times.
Does it please you to see me burn? to linger in the depts of hell?
I will allow you, to take my sanity with concious clear,
but if I sink, I will take you with me, my friend dear.
I'll allow your words to pierce my skin...your memories will seep in,
but only if you awnser my question, am I alive or dead?
I know they try and bring me back with med.
I could tell you i'm not suffering, act as sweet as sugar,
One word ends it allYou say we're together, you say we're family and in all our glory,One word ends it all in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you say we stick together, you say we're all one.
How can you keep up a lie so perfect? how can you start a war,
out of cold blood and anger, that splits us all up together;
we're not one, nor will we ever be. That perfect lie, I see.
I doubt any hope that we will be fixed tomorrow,
I doubt any hope that we will confront us about our problem.
I know that by the next night we would have forgiven,
hope and love and all them lies;
everytime you hurt me and apologize, I see through your lies.
I want to leave at midnight, I want to forget all about you,
it would hurt too much to die on cue, but when I think...
it hurts to breath, it hurts to love.
How come I am not the perfect child? my priorties are fucked,
and my mind is bust.
However its always my fault, I see how you make that so,
can't be, just forgive and forget? well sorry, i'm not that shallow.
I may be stupid, I may be dumb but I can tell when things are blown,
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
binge eatingi have a buildupbinge eating in Free Verse More Like This
of black holes
suffocating my arteries,
having swallowed down
the bitter taste of too many
girls with galaxies traveling
the length of their spines.
i ate them in mouthfuls,
gaping & sad like a binge
reaching for the skies-
unable to hold them all in.
i don’t think the universe
is as vast
as it used to be,
of my ribs;
i am hungry.
& with a collection
of moon sighs
as a reminder
in my pockets,
i will just have to learn
how to calm this swollen
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry, in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies. in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
a little more help my dearsa little more help my dears in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Well I see your back for more fun
I see you want to take yourself deeper
Then before so deep you want to relax
Let this spiral guide your eyes
Your mind goes blank
As your body goes limp and very comfortable
Black and white swirls
Webbing wrapping your body tightly secures
You as your eyes are staring
Your min is empty and blank
Now am going to talk into your ear my voice soothing and hypnotic
You're a very good pet
Yes very obedient and submissive
Your life is to sever your mistress and master
Now I snap my fingers as you awaken as your now are under and i am glad you listened and did such a good job to get to where you are now. i only ask one thing from you
please enjoy your stay with master and mistress
quick trancequick trance in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sound of finger snapping
Sends a thrill down your spine
Your mind is empty and blank
As a wave of relaxation washes over you
Your body goes limp and weak
On your knees mindless and obedient
Your eyes open wide blank and hypnotized
A smile takes your face as you stare mindlessly
A hand gently pulls your limp arms up
So lightly you're in complete comfort
As the hands let go your arms fall down to your side tens time deeper you fall
Into this relaxing state
A voice so clam and soothing
Has your mind listing and obeying
Every word you hear tens you feel more relaxed
A soft and warm feeling around your neck makes you smile more
Collared like a pet
Your claimed my dear
A submissive pet
An obedient pet
A good little pet
Now close your eyes
Shut nice and tight
You shall awaken to the sound of your owners
Snap of finger
Hello my pet how do you feel?
hypnotic webhypnotic web in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looks to me I have some flies in my web of trance
They land or get caught in my strands of hypnotic web and struggle
As they get in fight or flight but not to worry my dear
Its seems you had the misshaping to get tangled up in my web my dear but just relax
And let me show you a wonderful time now
As I watch you wiggling around twisting and turning in my neatly formed web
Well my dear the fight is pointless you should give up as I lean down my arms pin you
As I begin to spin my hypnotic web around you
Wrapping you up warm and tight
Content and safe
In my sticky hypnotic web
Now cocooning you nicely
As you stuck in a enjoying place
My hypnotic web as I keep you in a very deep
And enjoyable trance as I will feed off of you
When I am in the mood my dears
Lets wait for a another fly
vampiresvampires in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let's go hang out in the cemetery
Let's walk among the living dead
Let's go hang out in the hearse
The blood dripping down my neck
I am not human anymore
Darkness is my only friend
I see the living dying
Day and night
Living among the living is a cruse I was given
As I am not human anymore
I feed off your fear
I feed off your sweet
Flows in those veins
Pulsing in your neck
I am wandering this earth
Living among you
The non living
The dead heart beats
Among your fears
We fed off your blood
We are alive
We are now hungry
vampire story is a spellvampire story is a spell in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I took my last drink of water my lips were
Chapped and cracked as they bled. I could remember the taste so sweet and bitter
As I ran my tongue over my lips one last time
I savior the bitter taste as it was my last.
I felt the burning in my neck as I ran my fingers along my neck to grace the two needle spots where I felt the burning still after two days it felt like it happen in the last few seconds when I was bitten by a creatures of the night
Some called the blood drinker others call them the night walkers
But their true dark unholy names are vampires
I fell to my knees and face hit the floor
As I awoke my body was warm on the inside but dead cold on the outside my skin was pale white so much I could see my blue veins in my arms
I was forced to live in the shadows of the day
And shadows of the night as the moon still was like the sun
I had a stomach for blood
As I ached to feed off fresh blood
I found a bar in town as I drank my fill and was on the prowl
Killing and draini
Fangs and blood stains part 3Fangs and blood stains part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fangs and bloodstains part 3
As I returned to my castle the moonlight shinned through the dark clouds that hung in the night sky. I walked up my cobble stone walkway to my castle's big wooden doors as I heard the creaking doors open to see my maid standing welcoming me back home.
Welcome back my master she spoke in a sweet and tender tone as I smiled and kissed her forehead as I walked by her. She smiled and thanked me as she closed the doors behind me and she walked after me as she kept three steps back. As she was being lead not following. I headed to the study room as I needed time to think of my evening. She stood in the doorway her hands folded on her maid skirt.
Master how may I please you she asked with a soft smile.
I looked up as I placed my top hat on the rack. Well my dear please send me a glass of blood wine. Dark please grinning with fangs she nodded and took her leave to fetch me my drink. I walked to my chair as I placed my hand on the desk picking up my book of names. H
a vampire song so sweet as the blooda vampire song so sweet as the blood in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I open the door
As you step in
I lead you inside
As you follow
Lured by a finger
I grin more
As you follow
Your face happy
With a smile
As I lure you deeper into
I make you stand still
Arms at your side
Face is speechless
Like a lifeless doll
I smile with a glance of fang
As you stare in a
As I twirl my finger to the side
Your neck bends softly and majestic
I appear behind your back
My hand gently among your shoulder
Lightly rests like a feather
I whisper words so
Faint and clear
Into your ear
As you stare
As your mine
I press my fangs
Into the silky smooth
Skin of your tender
Neck as the blood
The two holes
As I pierced
But so filling
As I drink
My helpless pet
As you now
Of a vampire
welcome to the familyWelcome to the familywelcome to the family in Profiles More Like This
We are all glad to have in our family
A family of vampires
As were all night walkers and stalkers
But we are not all bad no
We are misunderstood and that's our downer
But don't be afraid of us
No just please stay and find out its not so bad
To live among us
Were welcoming to a new world
A new experience we called the awakening
Were all vampires and we all have traits that make us unique
I welcome anyone willing to join or be a part of this wonderful family
May your stay be a blood lust filled with happiness
Please to meet you my dear
maid's frist rainThe night of maid's first rainmaid's frist rain in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rain falls down on pounding my castle
As I found my self reading a book of lore
While the fire crackled in the place
I reached over and pick up my glass of wine, taking a sip as I placed it down turning the page hearing a knock on my chamber door. The door handle turned clockwise as my maid stepped inside
Sir are you okay.
Her voice was low and faint as I peered over and smiled
Yes my dear I am good please come and sit down over next to me.
She nodded as she walked towards the empty seat and sat down. Her head was down as she folded her hands and breathed lightly.
Please dear relax your okay here. She looked up with her light blue eyes as she smile took her somber face.
Sir excuse my tongue but I am scared I am not very good to you.
Her eyes looked away from me and her smile turned to a frown.
As I placed my book down and leaned in towards her and placed a finger under her chin.
Now my dear look up at me your not bad nor ever have been. You're the best th
vampires's sad songvampires's sad song in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am so sick and tired
Of seeing my friends leaving,
Me all alone in my darkness of the valley
Seeing all of them
Happy and joyful
Makes me cry endless tears
Of my cursed life
I have been living for many years
They come and go
But empty room
In my castle I stand look out my window
The town all black and yellow
People gone from my life
Since they left me all alone in my castle
I called home
Now tossing and turning in my coffin
Sounds of footsteps in the night
I sit and ponder and as I wonder
If anyone would keep me company
In my time of need
This boredom of emptiness is
Happiness of company is
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing. in Free Verse More Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
infinite/opposite.being an adult means knowinginfinite/opposite. in Free Verse More Like This
that there are things much scarier
than spiders, or snakes, or clowns.
the ocean, for one.
losing your parents.
empty tequila bottles.
waking up, still reaching
for someone who left you
a long time ago.
i live like there’s an end for me
because there is.
plants will wilt.
forests will burn down.
eventually, even the stars will burn out.
people will come to us.
they will touch us. they will hurt us.
they may keep us. they may not.
but i never hold on too tight
because when it’s time, my time,
i’ll only be letting go.
the heart has valves
that constantly open and close
giving love, taking love.
and my best advice
is to be selfish.
know when you’ve had enough.
know when you deserve better.
close the valves and
keep some love for yourself.
know that you are perfect
even if you eat that second cheeseburger
because there’s magic in this world.
we’re proof of it.
is fear o
bodies like star systems.“the neighbor’s house smelledbodies like star systems. in Free Verse More Like This
like the ocean when i walked past,” you say.
“it’s a sign that i’m drowning.”
“i stepped in two patches of fresh dirt.
it’s a sign that they’ll be digging my grave.”
“i saw the boy i’d lost my virginity to today.
it’s a sign that i’m going to cheat on you.”
“you wake me up with this shit,” he says in annoyance.
“is that a sign i should break up with you?”
“no,” you say, not looking at him, fighting
to keep smiling. “it means -”
he goes back to bed.
he thinks you don’t get it,
but you do.
he teaches you about chemistry,
about physics and the stars.
he teaches you that the universe is finite,
but constantly expanding;
he takes you hand to his chest, and says
“like my feelings for you.”
used to be, you thought he was your gravity
because you were so drawn to him
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know. in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
you loved someone.i.you loved someone. in Free Verse More Like This
Chloe is nineteen when she dies.
She ends it with a shotgun
the night her brother gets out
They say he molested her
he raped nine women
ten eleven twelve women
they say no
it was nine little girls
ten eleven twelve
little girls, kids, the bastard.
he was a bad man
“No wonder she did it.
If he was my blood
I’d’ve done it, too.”
You go to the funeral
because that’s what good people
because your mother asks you
“You want to go to Heaven,
without looking up from her knitting
and you would laugh in her face,
but she’s your mother
and you love her
so you go.
A man you know stops you –
a friend of John’s –
John, who is not yours anymore
(even now, even in death,
you know he’ll keep her
longer than he kept you)
on your way to the bathroom.
“John really loved her, y’know,” the man says
as if you wouldn
if i could.1.if i could. in Free Verse More Like This
i’ll be honest with you;
there is a certain authority to being
somebody said once that writers struggle with reality
because we spend all of our time
constructing our own.
the truth is, life may be impermanent
but the details are not.
time has one direction
the past cannot be revisited
and history cannot be redone
with a red pen.
what happens, happens.
we are walking permanent records
that can never be expunged.
no matter how many orphans we pull from fires
no matter how many dying children we sing to
we still made our mother cry once
we still let our little brothers find us passed out
on the front porch when we were nineteen.
imagination is our primary retreat
because there, that boy does fall in love with us
and our first kiss is not spit on our chins
or misses landing on our nose
(maybe there are waves crashing in the background)
and we say everything right.
there, we have crafted a version of ourselves
that lives perfectly.
“if i could,” someon
adults.i.adults. in Philosophical More Like This
The media doesn’t support a positive body image
because it’s not good for business.
They want us anxious and afraid
of seeing the numbers on a scale go up.
We’re not worth our weight in gold.
It’s what we don’t weigh
My first boyfriend, who panicked when I touched him
would say “I’m fat”
the way somebody says “I should have never been born.”
They want us spending our money
on designer jeans, instead of groceries,
on concealer and diet plans, instead of an education.
Please don’t starve yourself.
Believe me, I’ve tried
and your body will start to eat itself from the inside out and
if you let it
it’ll get to some valuable stuff.
they’ll only appreciate your body when it’s a corpse.
They won’t notice you
until there’s nothing to be noticed
they’ll mourn and wish for something
that is no longer
In the second grade, I learned that
painkiller.you show me a bottle of advil. you say to me, “if i swallow all these pain pills at once, do you think i’ll finally stop hurting?”painkiller. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“you shouldn’t joke about that,” i say.
in retrospect, i should have been grateful.
it was the only joke you’d ever told where i wasn’t the punchline.
i’d like to write your name in a bathroom stall. i’d like to come back every day, checking for tears in sharpie’d letters. for a “he’s such a scumbag.” for a “you’re not alone.”
i guess i want to think that you’re a criminal mastermind. i want to think that you’re a serial heartbreaker. i want to think out there, somewhere, is somebody else like me, who you’ve hurt.
(i know you’re none of those things. i know that you’re just a boy – and, really.
that's the saddest part of all.)
i taught you how to stargaze, and how to uncross your arms and let people in
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartbreaking a writer's heart. in Free Verse More Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"
I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.
But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.
Within this sphere
The Legend of ForeverAloneMan"They say that he's a legend, an incredible person far greater than any other!" said the Mage, bubbling with excitement as he described his hero to the Knight. "Would you believe he conquered seven dungeons all on his own?"The Legend of ForeverAloneMan in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Knight scoffed at his remark, "Ser Mage, I believe you have been lied to. There is no possible way for a man to face even a single dungeon on his own. Hundreds of monsters wait inside, each eager to tear the unwelcome adventurer limb from limb. I have no choice but to believe this tale a far-fetched fantasy. Perhaps one that sprung from your many nights of alcohol abuse."
"M-my drinking habits have nothing to do with this, I'm telling you, he exists! The legendary swordsman who faces dungeons on his own!" The Mage huffed angrily, as he turned away from his companion. He intended to come back with a stronger insult, but his thoughts were interrupted by a brilliant spark of light. And from this spark, like a white rose blooming in a gar
ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
What Are You To Me?What Are You To Me?:What Are You To Me? in Free Verse More Like This
I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.
But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?
They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...
It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...
He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...
But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:
For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home
HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLES
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
My FirstYour loving smile,My First in Free Verse More Like This
On luscious lips,
In shades of blue.
My only mistake,
When I stole your breath,
Was falling in love with you...
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
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Saleen's SongSeated on the shore of a beach Jasmine brought her hands together and rubbed them to keep warm as she was outside the makeshift hut she had built on the island. The Princess of Agrabah looked on at the dark clouds before her and knew that it would likely rain soon, most likely a thunderstorm also by the way they looked.Saleen's Song in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing she looked around for some dry wood she could use to create a fire to keep warm for the night as it would be the second day since what had happened.
Aladdin where are you? She whispered looking on.
She had been going on a journey with Aladdin and her friends on a ship. As diplomats to another country to better the relation between them. The going had been smoothly at first, but upon the third day a terrible storm broke out and the ship was damaged. With no choice as not even Genie could repair the damage instantly it had sustained they were forced to find a place to restore it. But the Sea was cruel as it summoned a great wave and Jasmine had been kn
Tainting The AngelDisclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-OhTainting The Angel in General Fiction More Like This
"You still come, even when others warn and beg you not to come near me." The demon said as he looked at the angel standing in front of him.
The brown haired sapphire eyed girl stared into her counterpart's cerulean eyes which she could see her reflection off of them. He had that smug grin on his face, as if he knew she would come and return to him. She studied his face and saw the horns protruding from his head and slightly the fangs he had as well
He chuckled a bit and extended his hand to her. Hesitantly she reached towards it with her own and took it. Gripping her hand he pulled her towards him causing her to gasp as she was pressed against his chest. An arm wrapped around her waist keeping her from trying to squirm out of his hold.
"K-Kaiba!" She said her voice a whimper as he stroked her white bird like wings that where on her back in amusement.
"You are mine Tea, mine and only mine." He said leaning forward and whispering into her ear. "By coming
Music Tames the FoxA kunoichi with red hair wearing a white shirt and black shorts and hat on top of her head ran through the treetops closely being followed by a blonde wearing red and black who chased after her in pursuit.Music Tames the Fox in Drama More Like This
“Quit following me you Jackass!” Tayuya shouted at her male pursuer.
“Not till you tell me where Orochimaru’s at!” Naruto shouted back at her as he leapt through a tree after her.
Tayuya The Sound Kunoichi rolled her eyes as the guy wouldn’t just give it up. Why the hell was that moronic idiot so obsessed with rescuing that Emo Prick who now worked with Orochimaru? He had been chasing after her for hours it seemed with no sign of slowing down.
The redheaded girl turned and threw kunai at him which he dodged at the last second as that would’ve gotten him in the eyes if he hadn’t moved.
Tayuya grunted as she threw shuriken at him and turned and ran, he was even more stubborn that when she had first seen him three years ago.
She had barely
Curiosity trapped the MermaidAriel examined the strange objects from the surface world looking on at them. Recently finding them from a sunken ship she had discovered. The teenage princess of Atlantica knew she was going against her fathers orders and wishes. King Triton disapproved of her fascination of the surface world claiming they were nothing but monsters and would destroy her.Curiosity trapped the Mermaid in Short Stories More Like This
I dont see why he sees them as monsters. How could they be monsters if they create such interesting objects? She asked herself as she examined what looked like an instrument one she had never seen before. She examined another object of what really was a pair of boots mundane to the surface world but to her a fantastic item. Hello whats this? She asked looking on finding another object, it was actually a pistol but to her it was a comb. She put it and other objects she had found into a bag she had with her and the Mermaid swam around looking for anything more of interest.
Keeping your CatchPrincess Jasmine let out a sigh of bliss as she rested peacefully, she felt as if she was engulfed and laying on the softest silk sheets that which covered her and kept her warm, it was something she never wanted to leave.Keeping your Catch in Short Stories More Like This
Unaware to her, it wasnt exactly Silk she was covered in, something a bit more scaly actually.
Such a pretty Princess, A voice said and a hand stroked her face and it revealed to belong to the brown haired purple scaled Lamia who hours ago had hypnotized her and was now wrapped up in her coils. And youre all mine. She said with a smile as she leaned back on the branch, she wore on her head the blue jeweled Tiara that Jasmine had always worn and she had decided to wear it on her own head.
What a stroke of luck it had been to have spotted her wondering through the Jungle all by herself, she had gotten a hold of her taking her up into the trees and appearing friendly got her to drop her guard and when she least expected it had hypnoti
Honey TrapThis the place? One female voice said.Honey Trap in Short Stories More Like This
Im positive. This is where she was last seen. Another female voice said as they were walking through a mountainous area.
The first girl was a long black haired girl wearing a black skirt and white shirt and red gloves. The second one was shorten than her companion and wearing a green shirt and khaki shorts and red gloves and a scarf around her neck and bandana. The two were Tifa Lockheart and Yuffie Kutsaragi.
Were being paid a lot of Gil and Materia for one simple mission. She said as she held up a sack that contained Gil and Materia that they had been paid for the job they were doing. Quietly the Buxom fighter opened it and checked to make sure it was all there, after all she was traveling with an obsessed Materia collector who had stolen from them before.
Tifa quickly closed the sack feeling Yuffies prying eyes starting to look in. The ninja of Wutai frowned at her in annoyance. C
Tifa's Mermaid encounter.The Brown Haired girl looked at the materia she held in her gloved hand. The jewel shined and reflected off of the sunlight that shone up above. The Materia was an aqua color and had a distinct marking on it unlike other Materias symbolizing it as a rare and unique type.Tifa's Mermaid encounter. in Short Stories More Like This
Tifa Lockheart looked up from it and turned her head downward as she looked at the deep water. She was currently standing on the shores of a beach which was said to been the site of a sunken battleship years ago during a war. It had been in the middle of transporting objects across the sea when a horrible storm had broke out and it sank to the sea. From what she had heard people have been trying numerous times to salvage it and raise it but the water pressure was too strong for them as the depths were too strong as it laid on the bottom of the sea. She had heard some illegal markets those similar to Shinra had been were spending a fortune trying to find a way to raise the ship. From what she heard, the ship was powerfu
Kari's New JobThe streets of the city was empty, no one was around. No loiterers, No men heading home after hitting the bars. No couples enjoying the nightlife, nothing not even a bird was seen. It was as if there was not a single soul around and the place was empty of all life.Kari's New Job in General Fiction More Like This
It was that that no one saw or bare witnessed as to what was happening. A glow began to appear in the middle of the street. A light purple glow that glowed brighter with each passing second and grew larger as well as something was happening.
A rift was opening connecting the human world with another realm and a portal was starting to appear and opened up granting whoever it was entrance into the city.
A clawed feline like hand emerged from the portal and slowly shrouded in the glow of the portal a being emerged from it. It was human sized and shaped but a tail emerged from its back.
Stepping out of the portal the being looked around taking in the sight of the place a smile gracing their lips. It looked and saw a poster of a
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.Innocent Girls in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol