Rebirth"You won't tell us then? What it's like?"
"Is it because you have something to hide?"
"Or is it because it never actually happened?"
"Then tell us. Tell us what is it like."
"I was always the girl whose family asks 'What is wrong with you.' instead of 'What is wrong with you?'"
"And this has nothing to do with my ques-"
"If they had all just asked...I would tell them. I would tell them that my heart was torn into hundreds and thousands. And my lungs were still crushed from footholds. And my brain still sees two little girls laughing and playing. And my legs hurt from dragging myself from basement
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Karasu - Part 1More Like This
Upon a old, wooded mountain, there was once was a temple. The surrounding trees were knotted, yet proud. It was a well kept temple -- maintained and honored by a group of monks numbering no more than twenty. Their lives were quiet and filled with prayer and study.
Despite their peaceful nature, and despite their respect for the land and one another, the temple was never visited by the villagers from the foot of the mountain. It was a place mentioned only in hushes, in tales to frighten children and in stories shrouded with superstition. The monks, of course, were not human like the villagers were. They were ‘tengu.’ ‘Crow-d
Drowning Out The WorldMore Like This
Drowning Out The World
I find myself in the sounds
I release my pain in the lyrics
Enveloping peace is found
The vibes calm my spirit
But when silence falls
Reality and time stop
And then my mind floods
With ever-consuming thoughts
The walls in my head break down
The serenity within goes silent
And every regret cries out
My memories become violent
I get this sensation
That my soul is too damaged
A dreadful realization
There's nothing left of me to salvage
Music is just a distraction
To blind myself from the carnage
I remain behind the destruction
Where darkness has the advantage
Remnants of rhyme hinder
Calling out to me once more
I Love You More Than The Snow "Why did we have to come to Florida for Christmas?" Julian complains, face pressed to the glad window of their vacation home with a pout on his face. "There's no snow."More Like This
Logan, lounging on the bed in their room with a magazine next to him, merely glances at him with an eyebrow raised. "You hate the cold."
"Yeah, but I love the snow," he turns away from the window, letting the curtain slide shut as he walks to the bed.
It's Christmas break, and Dalton is off for two weeks. Most of the students went with their family home or out of country. Logan's dad rented them the vacation home so he wouldn't have to see them together in his house
I wrote to youHello,More Like This
I would like you to know, that you confuse me completely. You can make me happy and then take it all away - I guess you could say, that reality isn't our best friend. I feel a connection and then I don't. We sway from right to wrong in a blink of an eye.
I want to be closer to you but I don't know how. You push me away if I even try. I told you secrets and you think I would run away if you would tell yours. I don't know how to reach you when you are right there. If you would be standing in front of me not, I could still feel the distance of light years between us. I don't know how to fix it.
What do you want to be? Your friend or co
Debris (middle chapter)It had been almost four weeks since Aidan Richardson had last turned the corner onto 81st street, and though the area was much the same as it had always been, there was something distinctly different about the sight which now met his eyes. The road itself remained quite unchanged, as littered with potholes as it has always been, and the skyscrapers which rose up on all sides still jostled for space as they reached up into the sky. Yet, almost as if his eyes were no longer his own, the world around him did not seem the same, and Aidan couldn’t help but marvel at the difference.More Like This
Coming to a halt, the young man cast his gaze down to the g
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp: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?
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
dust.I'm chokingMore Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
William,If I am nothing but an actorMore Like This
on a stage in this dust town
of rose torn bones and washed up
stars, why is it that the galaxy sculpted
crescent moons in my palms
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She
Haikuwrimo - week one1. Distance returning,More Like This
Time-stopped worries flourish -
2. She's proud for a flower.
White and purple eyes
Watch me, unblinking.
Tense with keyed-up muscles.
Relax and it will come.
4. Rain divides us
Into those who bathe, rejoicing -
And those who will not dance.
5. Watch it writhe
To its own tortured rhythm:
The dancing of the flame.
6. The flowers strain
At verdant bonds, pushing upwards
To the light.
To lose it only takes
Haikuwrimo - week two8. Fog snatches atMore Like This
like souls of the dead.
9. One in ten;
Fuschia pinkie in a mass of tan.
Who might you lose?
10. Simple words
My ai ren.
11. Six mouths make small talk.
Under the table
two mismatched legs entwine.
12. Paint swirls
like aquatic fireworks.
Of canine roars
And furious replies.
14. monochrome major:
saluted by all
liked by none
HaikuWriMo - week four22 OctoberMore Like This
The men glower at each other
You can almost see
their locked swords.
Like a newborn kitten
I blindly seek
his warmth and protection.
Wind bites my skin
Tears my hair
only metal edges left -
rest here if you dare.
On the bus:
Young shed clothes;
Old stay wrapped
Already his place
Balloon soars free.
Haikuwrimo - week three15 OctoberMore Like This
The other halves
number a crowd; those leaving
see only one.
She looks out at me:
lit by cold orange glow
dirty smudges that won't wash off -
leave welts and exhaustion
inside we huddle
a buzzing in my ears
and a tv that growls
through the wall
May 2010 Haikuthon30 MayMore Like This
in the corner of my room
clouds of candyfloss
in the sky
and my sticky fingers
on our summer days
the tree, dead;
its house, rotting.
See note in artist's comments
little fallen pompoms
to be conkers
through rippled water:
in the park -
stumps your batsman out.
through the ceiling
on my skin
the midnight oil
the artist.01.More Like This
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you.
Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."More Like This
"My soul. It's inside out."
"That's a strange thing to say."
"I have all the symptoms though."
"And what are the symptoms of this disea-"
"It's not a disease."
"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"
"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."
"You know parties and alcohol and normal things. Like that."
"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"
"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel.
Is It Wrong?Is it wrongMore Like This
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquis
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
poetryhope can be a painful thingMore Like This
if what you hope for gets shattered by thoughts
thoughts of what might not be
thoughts of rejection
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
You Are The Writer"You Are The Writer"More Like This
Speak to me through works of gallant poetry
Tell me of your fears and woes; goals and misery
Let syllables flow through use of rhymes and words
Let your voice be raised a pitch to sounds you never heard
Tell me of your troubled times through the use of fiction
Mask the pain in metaphors, prayers, and benedictions
You are the writer and the soul of the one you've come to know
Why not give your tale a happy ending before it's time to go?
Through the use of monologues, you can tell a ton
Like how you stunned the King or how your race was won
But maybe you prefer to give your tale a twist
The frog doesn't have to be a prin
Puppy Dog"Puppy Dog"More Like This
When someone reaches out
And says that they care
It's easier to run
Believe me, I've been there
I know what it's like
To extend a steady hand
To those who always claim
That no one ever understands
And honestly it's true
But yet I keep on giving
My hand never shuts
As long as I'm still living
But I know I'm not you
And I know I'll never be
And I know I never will
See the things you see
But it is for the best
To solve things how you know
I don't want to interfere
With your slow and steady growth
But just know I'm here
Waiting calmly everyday
Patiently finding words
To not screw up what I say
And no matter how it hurts
temporary braverySometimes, she finds the courage to do things she never dreamt of doing the day before.More Like This
Sometimes, she fights whatever fear tries to consume her and tells herself that the ruffled feathers will settle. She tells herself that not everybody is out there and looking for her like a dog on a hunt, that she can blend in with those around her and be able to live happily among the fields of honey-sweet flowers. She tells herself that she won't be found, that she's allowed to love. That she's allowed to have lights warm up inside her; ignite her fragile bones. She tells herself that she can do what she wants without being weighed down by the iron of her past.
When she get she courage to do these simplistic, happy little things, she fulfills them. She displays her work for everybody to see, proud and beautiful, and feels for a beat of a moment that she can blend in. She even feels the drums of bravery and determination in that moment, a sense of knowing that she can be happy without living with
Nightmare: The Tragic LoverMore Like This
Nightmare: The Tragic Lover
In the silence
I can hear the lyrics
Of my mind's awareness
You're hidden from the world
Only to be known by me
My fate is foretold
You're the end that I wait to see
The remnants of rust consume
The taint covering my heart seeps through
I am dying from a cancer that was caused by you
All it took was a wound
From the kiss that would seal it soon
I just wish that I could take you down too
From something so blissful / Bore a mask of deceit
I remain so resentful / I don't know what to believe
A being that could damage / A feeling that could heal
You pushed me over the edge / You made me wish it was real
Rage Day"Rage Day"More Like This
Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.
You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.
I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.
One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories wi
the thirteen words of prisonsometimesMore Like This
if we were lucky
the sun would rise before we went to bed
and i recalled how it was only ever
the people who had it the worst who used to say
'one day there will be sunlight'
like one of those six word stories.
one day there would be sunlight.
and i remember how it was only ever the people
who were serving their life sentences
who i would ask 'what's it like to never see the sun'
and they would only ever answer
'it's enough just to know it's there'
and i always wanted to take out one word
seven was too long; but i didnt want to take out
and it was odd because i wondered
what hope these people had.
but as it so turned
CeaseFuck thisMore Like This
Fuck friends who forget you exist
Fuck finding love
Fuck people in love
Fuck people outta love
Fuck people who hate
Fuck Annoying sisters
Fuck your mother
Fuck your father
Fuck people who you trust
Fuck people who you trust that screw you over
Fuck World Hunger
Fuck wall street
Fuck Lady Gaga
Fuck Rich bitches
Fuck Apple for making shitty products that fuck you also over
Fuck my Ex Boyboyfriend
Fuck my only boyfriend
Silly Little CandleThere, the candle is litMore Like This
A small flame in a darkened room
Fighting against the dusk
Of tomorrow obscurity's bloom
So minuscule, I see you
Powerless, more or less
What can you do little one?
Of that light that will soon soon
Finish its tune.
Don't be afraid, my dear
Everything is suddenly clear
So worried you are, I'll be back for you
Your flame is still bright, so is the darkness surrounding you.
It won't struggle against the time. The clock stops spinning
So lonely goes the solemn tear
I fear my light will soon soon.
Long nights, silenced dear one
Awaiting the return of one thee
Cold? How's the
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing throug
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting y
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.More Like This
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders.
FaithI love your belief in God.More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wis
Uma ReflexaoSe a vida fosse fácil, não daria gozo vivê-la.More Like This
Se a vida fosse difícil, só os vencendores a conseguiriam percorrer.
A vida não é nada disso.
Apenas um caminho, de ramos infinitos, numa árvore interminável. Cabe-nos escolher os ramos e, quando chegarmos ao fim, deixar-nos cair da árvore, tal como folha no Outono, embalada pelo vento, felizes por termos vivido.
Até voltar a primavera.
The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your b
Hey DadHey Dad:More Like This
What use is there in the words you say
I'm just the one that you hate today.
Your job is bad and you're utterly blue
But did you know that I used to love you too?
Everytime we're home it's all the same
It's like you don't even know my name.
Who am I to you; daughter or son?
Or do you just treat me like everyone.
I used to think that we had a life
But now your words are just like a knife.
Since when did praise and pride turn bad
Why can't we have what we once had?
I'm tired of silence and living this way
I'd like to wake up happy someday...
I dream at night of those better times
When your eyes for me, they used to to s
What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:More Like This
You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...
What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...
How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...
When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...
The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...
Wake upWake up, I've been waiting for you,More Like This
to notice me, to notice the cruelty of our hearts, keeping us so far away.
Never been so lost in someone's eyes, more than I am yours tonight,
and when I'm pressed for words,
the noise speaks the loudest, my heart beats the fastest.
So can I meet you tonight? Right by the water, don't even bother to,
reject the thought of you and I
(You and I)
Don't even try.
Wake up, I've been waiting for you,
these fall trees have been putting the death in me, almost as cruel as those blue eyes, clear as the darkest sky, harsh as a demon's glare.
and now I'm pressed for words..my heart beats out of my chest,
Child (In remembrance) Hey there, sweetie.More Like This
With your eyes so bright.
This is really no way to end a life.
Mommy and daddy don't think they'll be strong enough.
But you and I both know that they are super tough!
They are the ones who chase the monsters out of the room!
Even though only one of them carried you in their womb.
Your sissies and bubbas need them to be strong...
Even though you're the one that's gone.
You'll be watching from Heaven above.
All you have to do is send them a little dove.
Let it be your little gift.
I know, its not enough to fill the rift.
But baby, all you really need to know...
Is your parents really love you, even if you did
Girls.People often ask me,More Like This
how can I be attracted to girls.
how can I not?
Girls are sensual,
They are these,
With seemingly endless legs,
and summer skin.
They can be cold and distant,
or they can be,
warm and doting,
the latter is preferred.
There are a million possibilities with girls.
Girls are like french music and love poems.
and lonely, and magnificent,
all at once.
and partially self conscious.
Even in the awkward stages of teenage-hood,
girls still manage to be,
and wholly beautiful.
And I lov
Keep it Hush HushUPDATE: http://www.friscoisd.org/ly/news/LibertypostsecretsMarch12.htmMore Like This
So here's the story:
Apparently a week or so ago, our school's broadcasting team sent index cards to every student on campus asking them to write down a personal secret (NO NAMES!). I didn't take part in this activity as I was in a clinical setting.
Today, we walked into school to discover the main-hall window. In the center was a twitter-like "post" asking the students what their secret was, with about 100 of the index cards taped around it.
Most of them were depressing (i.e. 'I was disowned.' 'I watched my grandmother die.' etc.) and some were happy.
I was taken by a simple card that read "I am gay."
I felt the need to reach out to this person, but as there were no names on the index cards, that would be impossible.
During lunch, I got a sticky-note and wrote the message:
"PRIDE is not a sin in love."
and stuck it on the index card.
Class ended and as I walked to my next class, I passed by the window.
fallingi'm falling hard this timeMore Like This
like that's anything new
but this time...
i really don't mind
because i can see into your soul
and you can see into mine
Gay marriage/adoption rights left wingWhy have to hide who you areMore Like This
When society has come so far
All people are created equal and should be treated as such
Why does who marries who matter so much
Everyone should be treated the same
And have the right to another's last name
Traditions can change for the better
So no one ever feels lesser
Then another, love is a freedom for all
And the government should answer that call
Gender, age and looks should not be judged by others
So others will never have to hold a grudge over who plays mother
With all the children out there with no one
A gay couple should be allowed to be there someone
Just like the straight couples who som
im consumedI look hopelessly at my phone.More Like This
without talking to her, i feel lost..
I dont know what to do.
If only she knew how I felt about her.
everytime I see her my heart pounds, my hands sweat and i feel reborn. I feel at ease.
When shes close, i get stronger. I feel weak at the same time.
Then when she touches me, or looks into my eyes, i feel pain consume me. Love sick.
All of Her.
And ive fallen, hard.
We talk and text, but i feel so unsatisfied. I cannot hold back any longer. when she doesnt text me, it kills me.
Then i text her and worry that im annyoing her.
She says she loves me. And God, that hurts... knowing that
."We love you no matter what."More Like This
no. don't give me that crap. I'm sick of hearing you say that all the time. why? because you and I both know that's not true. don't try to convince me otherwise, I don't want to hear it
I know now there's nothing I can do to change your mind. you're so ignorant and stubborn and caught up in your own self-righteousness that you won't even bother to listen to me. and every time I try to talk to you, there you go, trying to change the subject and turn it around on me
"do better in school" and "pay attention in class"
well I can't. I'm so preoccupied with other things that I can't focus. you don't see the way I a
The Bright Side of DyslexiaI was born with auditory dyslexia.More Like This
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here!
I Was Once Asked...I was once asked if I loved someoneMore Like This
In an indirect way.
I knew what she meant though
As she was staring intently at me.
It left me silent for a moment.
She poked me and asked again
Am I in love with someone?
In hopes to be evasive
The wish to be elusive
I smirked on purpose and said no.
A bad poker face she commented
Probing with other questions
All seeking the same answer.
Tall? Short? Thin? Fit? Fat?
Laugh, say no and look back.
I wanted to say something
You already had the hint given.
Eyes so deep
Cheeks so round
Legs so long
Arms so warm
Body so beautiful
Soul so pure.
Fly with meI waited in silence, sitting in the high backed chair facing the western most window. With patience in my cup, and fear on my mind, I watched the last few rays of the setting sun make their slow descent over the mountain range. Perfection of beauty, the light glistening off of the calm water that lay at the base of those hills just outside these walls. No more perfect a place exists for one who awaits his end.More Like This
I sat in silence as the last few rays fell away from the world, and the Devil whispered in my ear: "Fly."
With Loving Hatred,Dear You,More Like This
What You said, it...well, it didn't bother me. I mean, it did, but not too much. Not so much that I'd, I dunno...stop talking to You, or anything. It stung. You were just trying to relate and, no worries, I get that. But the way You tried, the way You said it...I don't think You even noticed. Not even a passing thought to what You were really saying to me. You know all my vulnerabilities of the time and place - I'd just tried to open up a little, like Paula said. But it was just thrown back into my face instead, and now whenever I'm with You, my insecurities that fester inside surface
Germany X fem Italy Oneshot: PromFour letters. One word.More Like This
That's the only thought that could come to Ludwig's mind as he sat in the middle of gym filled with colorful decorations, lights, and music. Every other teenager appeared to be having a good time as they talked, danced, and drank with other students. Ludwig, however, had a different mind set. He wasn't focused on the gym, the scenery, or even having a good time
He was focusing all of his attention on a certain someone. And that someone happened to be Alice.
He watched from a distance as Alice laughed with a group of her friends. She looked beautiful in her blue prom dress.
"That could be me," he though
Abuse I just want a kind touchMore Like This
A gentle word or praise
I look to you with hopeful eyes
But you just look away
I don't understand it
Did I do something wrong?
Please stop hitting me
I only want...
But you don't care
You never listen to my words
You only hurt me more
Maybe I should fight back
Let you know how it feels
A First Hand Account of a Post Suicidal MindA lot of people will likely give me shit for this, but I wont care. It's one of those "you had to be there" type things anyway. Get ready for quite the read.More Like This
I used to be QUITE suicidal.
I used to go t bed every day thinking of ways I could kill myself, how life afterwards would be for the people in my life and how they would eventually get over it and move on.
I used to wake up every morning wishing I hadnt. I used to walk to school hoping a tree branch wold fall on my head or that the bus would flip and I would be the only casualty.
I used to walk around town looking at cars, wondering if they would stop if I just happened to slip and
Self Portrait(trigger warning)More Like This
I scribbled out my face,
scratched horrible red lines into me
They say that beauty is skin deep
and its whats inside that counts.
I say I want to see.
I could rest the knife on my cheek,
before I curl it,
and make the cut.
I could peel back the skin
to see whats beneath;
but I suspect I am ugly underneath too.
Star-SentOnce there was a girl who was in love with the night sky.More Like This
She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world.
As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sk
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.More Like This
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait th
City of LightYou are my city.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?
100 writings themes challenge1. SchoolMore Like This
32. Human being
Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, ju
GayI am gay.More Like This
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
America x Reader: I'll Never Leave YouMore Like This
"Aaagh! Sit down already, America!" England shouted.
"I am the hero!!!" America shouted, giving a thumbs up.
Almost everyone in the World Conference room groaned, facepalmed, or just set there looking at him like he was an idiot...you didn't though. You actually giggled and smiled. Alfred was one of your closest friends and you had been friends with him since before you could even remember.
Looking at him being a loudmouth, trying to talk and eat at the same time, and smiling like an idiot, brought back so many childhood memories for you
"Come on ______! It's only a little bit farther!" A small ten year o
NO NAME GIRLNO NAME GIRLMore Like This
She's the beautiful girl with no name,
Yet she lives in solitude and shame,
Burdened by desolation and sorrow,
Hardened by no cares for tomorrow,
Once she was a child spoiled rotten,
Now she's simply a woman forgotten,
Humble now in every possible way,
All because the world had to get its say,
And with all that, it left her far behind,
Remnants of an abandoned heart to find,
She can't bring herself to lofty dreams,
It's her against fears and worries it seems,
But these are merely my thoughts I know,
Wonders I have each day with her shy hello,
Today is different I'll try to get her to speak,
Yet days have passed, i
saudadeLast week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.More Like This
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.