I Am Your Clockwork DollLay me out on the table and open my eyes,
Peel back the skin and reveal my porcelain heart,
Like a clockwork doll, made in secret from the mountains,
A lock is encased in its center,
And the key was lost long ago
Given to a man of a name I've never known
You play music of the sweetest notes,
Stories of love and devoted trust
Love I don't deserve
Love I can only give away
What a truthful night it has been for this doll,
Every heart spoke its truth,
And she nearly cried from her shock
So much love and care,
From those she's never met never known
Her crystal blood flows freely now,
Warming up her ceramic skin,
Her glass lips shining,
Her bright eyes sparking,
You all have awoken me, once more.
I'm just the clockwork doll brought down from the mountains .
Basking in the unimaginable, unexpected love of your words.
Don't Let Me Fall / Just Hoping / In This DarknessIs it true?More Like This
Or is it exaggerated lies?
Can it be real?
Or it something misunderstood?
I just hope,
That if it's true you'll help explain,
Because here I am wondering at your name,
Just hoping that you changed.
Babe, I'm stuck so far deep within this darkness,
I can't see any light and I need to know the truth,
Please don't turn away,
I need you to prove to me what is real,
I just don't see a way,
Out of this terrible decay,
And every moment spent,
Of a love so deep,
So deep within this darkness I still hide,
Knowing that I'll never see the light…
And every hand reaching out to me,
Telling me theirs is reality,
Makes me want to scream and turn away,
Because I could never believe a word they say…
Babe, I'm stuck so deep within this darkness,
Just hoping that they're wrong,
Just hoping it was a misunderstanding,
And I'm not crazy for loving you…
Babe, I just wish that I could hold some proof within my hand,
Because your stories seem so wild,
So wondrous and to a child,
A Wild AnimalSlowly the angel stood,More Like This
Watching his wild lover shake,
Her mind tormented by two separate souls,
One wild, one tame,
Both to fight for their own name.
Chained to bedpost,
Clawed hands bound behind,
Her hair fell across her weary face,
Her eyes burning with fire found in cats alone.
Crouching near her panting form,
He brushed her hair from her face,
A small smile twists his lip,
And his eyes trace her shivering skin.
"What do you want from me?!" She whispers hatefully,
"What are you going to do? Destroy me like the others of my blood?
"I never knew you hunted my kind!" She spat at his feet,
Her teeth glaring in the bedroom light.
The angel reached for her jaw,
Gently cupping her face,
He looked into her eyes.
"I wish to tame you.
"And to love you.
"I wish for you to see the pain you are causing yourself,
"And I wish for you to listen."
Startled and scared,
Wary and untrusting,
Her heart pounded in her veins,
The thrum of their heartbeats combined in her ears.
For one mom
Love like Saphire LightningHidden trails and wooden pedestals,More Like This
Whispered secrets and shivering promises,
A finger brushing her hair from her face,
A voice deep and wonderful to the core.
Like the sun grinning through the mossy trees,
The crackling leaves surprising her senses,
The scent of lust heavy in their breath,
And the taste of true romance on their lips.
His hand on her waist,
He pulled her close...
Chuckling as she turned, arching her neck for her request,
Trailing kisses on her ivory tone,
Every pause evoking shivers in her desire,
His eyes like the warmest promise,
The color brightened and heightened,
His voice a waterfall of ebony crystal,
His touch like sapphire lightning.
In their secret circle, unbeknownst in the setting sun,
Unsatisfied sighs quivered on their tongues,
As they knew love like this,
Was more rare than any known.
Whisper a prayer for the spirits of celestials,
As star-crossed as they do become,
Hoping to one day be completely consumed,
In their burning love for the one carved b
How Dare The FoolSpitting hate burning my tongue,More Like This
Clenched fists believing in ghostly strength,
Nails biting pinked crescents into my palms,
The anger stirs and tenses,
She gathers her energy from behind my eyes,
Tinting everything red and hazy….
My head tilts forward,
My eyes singe any unfaithful soul in my sight,
And I feel my teeth grind,
My voice carrying hateful, malicious words of revenge, retorting and twisting every misdirected phrase,
Clawing the air with electrifying negativity…
How dare he,
How dare he,
How DARE he say such things to my kin, my family…
Taking short, unfulfilling breaths,
I raise my gaze to search the crowd of unconcerned idiocy,
And see the crown of my treasured human…
Somewhere beneath this crimson haze,
I hear the slow chant, "Kyubbi, Kyubbi, Kyubbi….I need...him…"
His name circles my mind uneasily,
And the voice of the fool draws back my insanity,
Instantly I have left, and she takes over again….
This anger overcomes me, my skin shaking and hurting,
Her frustration is so
A Therian Curse or BlessingWhen I'm near you,More Like This
And close my eyes,
I can feel my claws,
My phantom tail weighing on my spine,
The twitching ears perked,
The flattened ridge above a small nose,
I can imagine everything,
And it feels so weird and amazing and startling and perfect in the same second.
She may have called me a freak, but what I am is more than that.
I am not human, she cannot call me that much for my spirit.
I am feline trapped in a human masquerade,
My slitted irises burning under frosted glass,
And as I close my eyes,
And let you trace my jaw line,
Let you pull back my hair and chuckle,
I'm stuck between two worlds…
One is telling me it is better to shrug off this human skin and be my true self.
The other is telling me that I was meant to be yours in this way,
that I am stuck between two worlds to befriend you…to be here for you and you for me….
For if I was truly feline, I would not be able to speak to you.
I would not be able to laugh at your jokes,
Or play with you the way
Please....Remind Me...Falling through their split-laced curtain,More Like This
Their venom-gilded web,
I extend my hand towards their bitter cackling,
Trying to hold on to my existence .
They are my blood,
They are my family,
But every glance is two-faceted,
And every remark is double its original worth.
They will never accept me,
They will never understand,
And the metallic sharpness,
Creates acid from their lips,
And the stinging denial,
Gives birth to underlying hatred.
I dance between both worlds known to me,
But I'd prefer to be in only one.
I lie through my teeth daily,
I put on a show and pretend,
And I constantly remind myself I am stronger,
I will survive their sickening trials .
If I know that I am stronger,
That I can do this until I am free,
Then why do I find myself holding myself together at night,
Crying in the corner of a chilled shower tile,
Wondering why I never feel like I have a future,
Where they will accept me for what I am doing and have been doing
Thoughts of FlameWhen your lips touch mine,More Like This
A fire builds inside,
Forcing me, reminding me,
How much I need your touch.
You ignite my blood,
And scar my neck with tempting burns,
I fear if too much is revealed,
Your love will disintegrate my soul.
Please try to understand,
that you are what burns my thoughts at night,
You are mine, and everyday, I become so much closer to losing my name,
Sweet, tempting, smirking man, I crave your special touch.
Hold me closer, still,
With every thrum of your heart,
My flame grows brighter until,
I become fire itself.
Drifting MemoriesPulling covers over chilled shoulders,More Like This
Closing my eyes to the setting sun,
I feel my lips pinch in a small smile,
As I remember everything about you that makes my days special.
Every moment spent, every text sent,
I smile, knowing that you are mine,
And I sleep into dreams of holding your hand,
And kisses in courtyards,
Darkened rooms and bleachers,
Special memories take my hand,
And guide my heart to the reasons why I need you.
As long as I can dance the dance of both worlds,
Tread that fine line and remember my lies,
You'll be mine, and I'll be yours.
No PDANo PDA,More Like This
If only they knew what it is like to love someone forbidden...
We cannot love at home...
We cannot love at school...
Where are we to hide our affections?
The shadows I suppose,
will keep our secrets faster than that of spiteful teachers' lips...
If only they knew what it's like to need someone you cannot possess...
To have an unpredictable foundation of life,
Knowing, that if caught, everything would fall...
At least where they can see,
I am fighting for something of worth,
to love both worlds known to me...
At least where they can see.
What I want to say to my Dad...You lied to me,More Like This
but I'm older now
and I'm not buying baby
demanding my response
don't bother breaking the door down
I've found my way out
and you'll never hurt me again...
Um hello?Yeah i have no idea what i am doing so first i would like to say hello, My name is shannon and my REAL friends are few but they are the best, they are Sabrina (RavensXGirl), Abbie (Bubzygum) and Chloe (Kaicero). I know i am not good at art so please no haters. If you want to see real art go to my friends websites ^_^. I am new to all this computer stuff and i am kinda new to this type of website. Hello again cuz no one really reads what i write so yeah..... i dont know how to put up pictures so it will take me awile... yeah....bye...More Like This
BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.More Like This
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when you cry!".
urban loopit is in these earnest timesMore Like This
that the skeletons pulse electric
and small-step emergencies
only shake up the partial.
sight only raises the question
of whom the freak is
this time but
it does not exist.
and so i grew,
in terror of the strong
they wade among us still.
the multiplicity is reconstructed
and the mundane sell
at once, the eyes are passive
but words are anything but.
sing to me now
of small nothings
and realities inconsequential,
as if the level-headed
and the apocalypse
drips upon us.
the clever survive and thrive and play
but antiquity is dying off
in the way we live.
and yet i cling
to the notion
that we can learn something
from the dead.
gore aegisthere are linesMore Like This
in my insights,
dizzy with the shins
of raw handshakes
and splintered tibiae.
have i given, nor
tracts subjected to.
at the end of
my breaths i
my hungers keep
me awake. i could scarcely
maintain my waist in the moonlit
hours. stark systems
brooded dim around
the flicker; don't bet
on these whores when
the ships are
god simplify me
with the acts,
with an axe,
with whatever actually
i'm tracing my
insides with external
of this frame,
and don't blame
i've sold my
n.i.in the mornings i wakeMore Like This
like faded candlelight -
soft and unsure, blown by the wind
from the open window because
the heat resides within the bedframe and the
in the mornings i pray for lights-out
and an empty sink to share
my dreams with before
morning becomes day
and day becomes lonely in the flash
of the sunlight seeping
'round the blackout curtains.
some days i want to sleep forever
and only wake when
everyone is comatose within
their dreams; i want to be the ghost
that causes chills in the night
so i can say i made others
(because i feel so much i've gone
some days i wish i could
speak ten languages -
maybe then i could stop the st
stutter in my breast
and the hitching in my heart
at the thought of
maybe learning ten tongues
would let me learn to whisper in the night
about how my dreams haunt me
and i, them - i am
my own bogeyman
and i think i've missed a breath
or three trying to figure out what
sunsetYou are the skyMore Like This
near where the sun
smiles – illuminated –
You walk on a world
where the rain kisses
(And in the afternoon,
you are filled with light
and you are light
in your body.)
.ptry"hello,"More Like This
he said, "am I -"
senders in the quantum phase. the hard science
says I love you, I asked it to describe it.
"the rayleigh effect is out of synch with it's perception,"
but she didn't, and I didn't, and it breathed.
empty. the folders are
and you are not a silentium, coddled realities with questions like
"what is this poetry,"
just that touch of static that turned off the microwave,
peeled off as you told me the thing in my hand
would take my soul.
"where poetry c
Colors on My HandsI woke up todayMore Like This
and suddenly there were
colors all over my hands
and your dead body at my feet
So I ran away,
without ever looking back,
and took the canvas with me,
so I could hang it on the walls
of my rib cage and call it
the sky is falling
because I keep making my lovers
into something they aren't
I keep killing again and again
in order to mold flesh into perfect sculptures,
and I can't stop
because even though I know I can't make
a home in arms made of plaster and paint,
I'm tired of sleeping alone
And In My Mind It's What I Deserve All Alongi've been standing tall for far too longMore Like This
"you're becoming undone"
i can try my best
"in their eyes you fail like the rest"
i feel dead inside
"no one can deny you tried"
i feel like i'm living a nightmare
"you remember this feeling? despair?"
i can't stay strong
"in your mind,it's what you deserve all along"
PoetryI’m a freelance, failing writerMore Like This
Stringing together words in hopes that
Someone will find them and make
From my creation
I’m a hopeless romantic
Giggling and blushing for days after you say something
While I try in vain to flirt back
(without abusing emojis)
And I was once a wannabe poet
Crying in my room at 1 a.m.
Wanting nothing more than to
Paint my skin with shining metal
But turning my emotions into half-decent art
But one day I stopped.
No more poetry in me to write.
My prose dull and commonplace.
(but at least I was writing something.)
And now you’re here
Making me wish I wasn’t such a
Making me want to write
Poem after poem with
Your name on it
Making me want to
Take up drawing again
(but I can’t seem to get your eyes just right)
Making me want to
Turn my feelings into art again
But this time at 1 a.m.
I’ll be smiling, dreaming of you
You make me want to
Fall back in love with my craft a
UntitledAnd when someone comes alongMore Like This
And you dance and you feel
And you spin and you twirl
And it's hectic, unreal
And they don't even know
And you're swept up and taken
And you're actually feeling
And not even faking
And they caused it
And the dance starts to slow
And the objects unblur
And they turn, and go.
It's been yearsDo you remember when I used to care too muchMore Like This
Of the days I drowned myself in feelings and worry and pain
And every day I tore myself down
Just to act like I could build myself back up
And I used to wear jackets in the summer for other reasons than being cold
I used to wear jeans for other reasons than protecting my legs from scrapes and thorns
When I used to tell you no, I can't go swimming today
Because I couldn't wear a bathing suit
Do you remember when I used to pop pills and never sleep at night
Do you remember the fights we had and tears I'd wipe away walking through the school doors
Do you remember when I smiled
But the smiles were always dead and fake
Do you remember when I called you and told you that I had my hands on a gun
So desperate that I believed being dead was fun
I remember every year, when those fateful days come around
Because I marked my body so that I would never forget the ways I wanted to drown
Giving myself wounds that bled and ripped
The skin that never healed
To Know SomeoneI want to write my lifeMore Like This
Like a story in a book
Write about the things I've done
And the metal that it took
I want people to read it
To sit down and really see
I want them to know who I am
And what it took just to be me
I want people to laugh and smile
I want them to cry and break down
I want them to know I smiled
Whenever I wanted to frown
I want them to understand
That it wasn't easy making it to the end
I want it to be hard to read
Just like it was hard to live
But at the beginning I would warn them
I would tell them to put it back on the shelf
Because some things are hard to swallow
And maybe you shouldn't know someone else, like you know yourself
UntitledHigh heels on, makeup applied.More Like This
Stockings up, nails dried.
Lipstick red, cologne male.
Attempt number two, try, fail.
Alone despite trying.
Calm and denying
That I'm right back where I started.
Saying Goodbye to my SoldierLord please ease my aching heartMore Like This
Hold my pieces as they fall apart
Please grant me breath inside my chest
Dry these tears that are so clear
Give me peace of mind at least
Watch me as I bend my knees
Praying to calm these stormy seas
With eyes that can tell no lies
Warm me as the tears run cold
Help me walk, strong and bold
Not for myself, but for my soldier
The one I long for more and more
I promise with my heart and soul
To wait everyday as we grow old
No matter how long or how far
It will always be worth it, no matter how hard
Bad DreamsI don't know whyMore Like This
Or what I'm supposed to do
When dreams start to happen
And fears I didn't realize
Swim to the surface
Dreams I've had
Where I wish people were different
Dreams I've had where your face was so disappointed
How do you screw up that much
How does your life suddenly smash to a halt
Waking up and feeling nothing but loss
And almost wishing you could go back
Grab the threads of your unconscious thoughts and hold on
Just to figure out how it ends
To find out if you'll be all alone
To find out if their words were lies
Just to find out if the pain you felt
Would actually kill you this time
Glass Heart For The Taking.If you take the lead will I just get lost?More Like This
Is constant depression the unyielding cost?
I'm not much of anything, No attraction resonated.
I'm a balloon, falling, deflated.
I'm a nothing. A hopeless screw up mistake.
A glass heart for the taking, too easy to break.
On being brokenIf the life I have now is any indicationMore Like This
Of how it'll always be, I have an objection.
I'm not happy with the way it's headed
And living like this is something I've dreaded.
The crushing despair, isolation, depression.
The drinking, the smoking, the self-harm obsession.
And I'd like to change, to branch out, connect.
But people aren't like that, maybe I've some defect?
I'm not good at being social. I don't know how to live.
I'm broken and damaged- Something no one can forgive.
Perfect ImperfectionsSociety paints a picture of being perfect,More Like This
We as humans look up to that standard,
and then look down upon ourselves.
At a young age we're told what we have to grow up to be.
The 'perfect' woman with the 'perfect' body and that 'pretty' face.
But how can we allow our children to grow up,
and wish to be 'perfect' if it's not in their genetic code.
Society paints this picture of perfect,
as having flawless skin and a perfect bust,
with that happy family and a man that provides.
Of having a boy and a girl,
With that white picket fence and a catalog home.
But how can we live up to this?
If that actress that promotes flawless skin has been photo shopped,
And that girl with the perfect body went through 13 surgeries.
Teens today commit suicide upon not fitting that perfect image,
They starve themselves to get that thigh gap,
they turn to drugs to try and numb the pain and
they mutilate their skin because they don't fit in.
Teens make fun of each other because we ha
Lucifer's Rosary...Lucifer's Rosary...More Like This
Roszhelia loved the blackened rose
despite its veil of thorns....
No one else but her knows
the burden of such scorns
yet with such at wake
she knew his kindred soul
and how for her sake...
he would give his whole
Cherished her friend
even as the butterflies fade...
until the very end
where promises were laid
to be silently broken
their meaningful token
She looked out window as if in despair
she brushed through the fringes
of her pallid gold hair....
she sighed in silence
she strayed from guidance...
she closed her eyes
to feel the night..
she saw through their lies...
its devious light
she felt something slide down her face....
its warmth darkened the paled frill lace
she smiled in its pitiful wake....
SHATTER MEI live in aMore Like This
dancing to a beat
I don’t even see;
I cling to the
our midnight rendezvouses
and butterfly kisses,
I want to be alive
strings that grace
as well be my
I feel your
your words soak
through the fog
I want you to
break me down
nothing more than
piano keys and
I’ll be born
again in the light
of your eyes,
stealing memes and crushing dreamsName: AlexMore Like This
B-day: October 29th
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green and brown
Occupation: Assistant at a paint studio
Medical issues: Sex dysphoria. And allergies
Cut yourself: Not on purpose anymore
Dance: Yes, with mysterythought except I'm usually the only one doing any dancing
Like politics: Not particularly, usually.
Know how to use chopsticks: Yes
Like guys: Not as much
Like girls: Those are preferred
Have large breasts: Yeah here's a picture of them
just kidding I don't even like meat that much
Have big hips/butt: Not really? My hips are bigger than I would like them to be but they're not that big...
Have a long penis: You bet I do
Shave: During summer when I'm in school I do, but it's No Shave November!
Shower everyday: Yes
Have a dirty mind: My mind is clean and pure
Like (any kind of) sex: No
Like cuddling: YES SIR SIGN ME UP
Which do you prefer? Choice One/Two, both, o
Haiku Triptych 2015i. candlesMore Like This
your lifeline's the wick
passing through my waxen flesh-
scar me, melt me, start!
your juice, my sweet sin,
boils in my throat, ferments in
my gall; we age well.
allow me your vespertine,
DrowningThe world is a weight burying you under the waves,More Like This
The breathe our lungs hold drifts out in a morose whisper
WhisperThe dark coincides with the lightMore Like This
A soft shiver of disaster in our hearts
We refuse to blink in case we missed the light
We fear that it may never shine
ScreamThe pain has held the test of timeMore Like This
Breaking folds of waves along it's past
Tearing folds of skin until it passes your throat
Out your mouth and quivering lips
Riding along your tongue in devilish passing
Pain breaks free
EndingI was walking a lonely pathMore Like This
My mind was stuck in a broken past
A sharp tongue, words crass
Stumbling around to find some salvation at last
A cut on the skin
To let out whatever is in
Red stains the linen
More demons find their way in
A drug to confuse my mind
But then it settles on a grief-stricken time
I don't know why I keep trying
The drugs had never been kind
Sleep never seems so bad
It's relief, even just for a tad
But then I wake up sad
Eyes heavy with bags
My mind tortures me
There's nowhere to escape, to flee
Then I remember that jump rope that was so pretty
I also remember in backyard a tree
Season ChangeSpittle on a hank of hairMore Like This
Wrapped around my jaw
I wish to dull on your sockets
Leave them hungrily bare
Claimed fore you saw
Bubbles in your bilge
Traverse with the keel
To the beast in my debasement
Kiss your screaming lips divulge
Of coins of copper feel
Matchstick mast I set aflame
Excitement in my pulse
Synaptic gap filled in elation
Seizure of your struggles stain
A flower virgin lost its station
Taste piqued when founded false
Music in my anvil strike
Tongues caught in my teeth
For my embrace shades your wreath
Garlands emptying just right
Wetted skin pressed tight beneath
A layer I intoxicated breathe
Feel your gooseflesh cold and raw
Sagging tenderness relent
Exchange left me satiated
Like fields from the winter thaw
The day has long been fated
To bloom the snow is sent