Tears drip from my face
salt stains my skin
my anger grows
with the drip drop of salty tears.
I always ask myself
"Why do I always have to be abused?"
I am not alone,
but I am the lone victim
of a long lasting vendetta,
a hatred that I have long since had.
The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darker
anger fills my veins
as I hold up a knife.
A voice screams "KILL!"
and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"
As I drop the knife
I fall to my knees,
and sob silently.
All the people I hold dear
are to far away.
I have nobody,
not a person near,
that can help me.
help me stay safe.
My body is reckless,
and my mind is scared.
My fears will have taken over
and my life will come to an end,
as I drown in a river of sorrow.
Apologies to a friendYou pour your heart out to me,More Like This
and are willing
to submerge me
in an ocean
yet when I see the water
rushing towards me,
I convince myself
I don't like
Falling in love with the idea of loveSometimes we dream of a loveMore Like This
that we think we deserve.
We meet someone and pin
all our hopes on this
particular someone -
they begin to fill our world,
for our eyes are focused
only on their movements.
Sometimes we dream of a love
that appears only in movies.
There is no common sense,
no logic whatsoever.
It's not that you have poor memory,
just that you only remember
things about that certain someone.
Sometimes we dream of a love...
so much that we make a terrible mistake -
we fall in love with the idea of love,
instead of falling in love
with this certain someone.
And after all this time
thinking that you loved
this certain someone -
you realise that...
maybe you've never actually loved.
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
Switching Places - Part TwoMore Like This
Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.
"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.
"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.
"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice desperate as I tried to capture the Frenchman's attention.
He shook his head as he began walking again, finally tuning me in to capture what I was saying, "Just don't make a noise. . ."
I complied, keeping my mouth quiet as we continued adventuring. Stephano carried me for what seemed like hours that were, in reality, only slow passing minutes as we w
YouMore Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
The Unwanted DoveMore Like This
The Unwanted Dove
My transformation could not be stopped
A weakened heart is to blame
Remnants of tears are left
I will never be the same again
So tired of everything / These memories of suffering
This is my dark reincarnation / Oh thou have forsaken
I am not your messenger anymore
I'm blind from keeping faith
I no longer recognize a savior
There's no more numbing the pain away
Lock me up
Destroy the key
I'm not strong enough
To ever be free
So please clip my wings tonight / Never again will I take flight
Allow me to be useless / I yearn to be powerless
It won't be wrong
To take another shot at me
I am done
So cage away this false symbol of peace
My metamorphosis conquered my will
A fate I cannot defy
I don't know if I feel any guilt
For my light's demise
It's not what I deserve / It crushed my dreams
This is what I get in return / From really trying to believe
In the wake of these shadows
I am left haunted
I am the corruption called sorrow
I have become the
Sierra SmilesThe air was thick and choking, reeking of wet concrete and dirt. The air was so heavy that it was near suffocating, and the temperature caused anyone’s throat to sear up with the rigid icy wind. It was freezing, like it always was during the horrible winter months but it was even worse at night; this night was not an exception. The sun was setting, normally something that would make the walk home slightly nicer but now the bright colors seemed washed out and mocking as they jetted out between the thick grey clouds that hung over head.More Like This
The weather, air, and mocking sun would’ve been fun anywhere else but I had been in the lower part of town during this moment. The sidewalk was cracked and overrunning with weeds like nature was attempting to reclaim the walkway. The buildings were old, run down, empty and dusty, the wind whistled through it like mocking laughter. They lacked the usual sneering graffiti and broken out window, thus proving further that this abandoned street sto
IIn The Wwater (Eridan x Sollux)“This is stupid,” Sollux grumbled under his breath with his familiar lisp as he waded his way into the sun warmed water. The water already reached well up to his pale bare chest, his arms lowered to trail over the surface but not under. He had his teeth clenched tightly in annoyance and his eyes, one dark electric blue and one such a dark vivid brown that it was practically red, flashed in the light of the bright summer day, his trademark blue and red glasses left back in the red-black truck.More Like This
Why he had agreed to go down to the lake with his long term friend, Eridan, on his only free Friday was beyond him. It hadn’t been his fault; going to the lake was never the plan for the day. Sollux had been planning to use his free day like any other college student: for either studying or sleeping but that plan had been put to rest when a tall blond man had burst into his dorm, yelling on and on about wanting to hang out at the lake. Sollux did his best to ignore the stupid wa
A Little Too MuchA little too silly,More Like This
A little too crude,
A bit too insensitive -
Boy, that's so rude!
A bit too precautious,
A bit too afraid,
And at the same time,
Makes a face way too brave.
A little too stupid,
A little too dumb,
But who are we kidding,
Those words make us numb.
A tad bit uncomely,
Eyes always blood-shot,
A little self-conscious,
Are you joking? A lot!
A little too graceless,
A little too mean,
A little too crazy,
Gee, pass a vaccine!
A little too scared,
And gravely frightened,
They might see reflections,
The same way that I do.
Until Eternity's End.More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
ImaginaryI will wait for you,More Like This
Because I don't want anyone else.
And the thought that you will never be is terrifying.
But I will wait for you even though it hurts,
Because I love everything that is you,
Even though I know you are imaginary.
Know What You Want-"Woman, I need food!"More Like This
-"You need a shit-load of things, so shut up!"
-"How dare you talk to me like that!"
-"It's a free country and it's my house, suck it up!"
The convo's were shouted over and over until the freckled girl came into the bedroom with a plate of food.
-"If you wouldn't be pregnant, I would've kicked you out of my house long ago."
-"Cut it. I know you love me too much," the lounging girl waved off.
-"I know I do," she placed the plate on the bedside table: "But that wouldn't stop me from kicking you out and making you live in your own apartment, which, by the way, you haven't been in for approximately two months."
The red-head went silent. For once. The owner of the house chuckled:
-"Was that all it took? Me threatening to kick you out?"
The red-head rolled her eyes and looked to the side. Then she reached for the tea cup and sipped quietly, seemingly continuing to watch the TV, but with a far look in her eyes. The freckle-faced girl slightly poked her friend's shoulder
I'm HauntedMore Like This
I'm haunted in my head
I'm haunted in my home
I'm haunted all the way back home
I see, I remember
That cuddle coach is dusty
My bed is full of tears
The bathroom has blood stain
And my mind has fears
I'm haunted by her words
I'm haunted by her voice
I'm haunted by her face
I wish I could say
The break-up was fine
we weren't meant for eachother
But for me, she was the one
I'm haunted by her
And she won't ever know
Family in the MakingShe stretched her tiny hands towards the kids, who were sneakily approaching. She really wanted to hug them, but she had yet to learn to not hurt somebody like that. She remembered how her human had pleaded to let go, when she hugged her goodnight for the first time. Since them, she dared not to touch a living soul. Her tiny hands clenched into fists and, shoulders shaking, she broke into sobs. She cried and cried really hard and really quiet, because she feared to upset her humans, and that they would give her away. But they couldn't do that, could they? ..Would they? Her shoulders shook even heavier and she thought how she was stupid, she was weak inside and too strong outside and it was stupid! So, so stupid, that she couldn't control herself and, well, everything! Why did this stupidity have to happen to her? She did nothing wrong! Did she..? She couldn't remember. She only remembered flying and seeing her humans for the first time. She had ran away, she felt it; something importanMore Like This
Maybe... Perhaps...Maybe ... because our encounters are given as numbered...More Like This
Perhaps ... there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
Maybe... I want to eat you and fill me of you because I don’t know when I will have you again…
Perhaps... where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
Maybe... because there is no map to the place where we go...
Perhaps... because all of your kisses are stolen…
Maybe... Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
Perhaps... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
Maybe ... because you decided to not stay with me...
Perhaps ... I have to resign myself to run away with you...
Maybe... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
Perhaps... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
Maybe ... Suddenly I found
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightMore Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Premium Member 'til Hell freezes overWhat's this?More Like This
I've seen this question countless times now. And I decided to answer it
Premium 'til Hell freezes over......
Basically it means that the owner of the account (deviant) has the perks of being a Premium Member until forever, but that is only for Volunteers and Staff Members.
Since recently, deviantART made it possible that you can buy the status for yourself, and it lasts for 7 years.
So who receives it?
Staff Members , Volunteers (and those who bought the status! )
For Staff and Volunteers, after their term is over or they step down from their positions, they become Senior Members. Their 'til Hell Freezes over Premium Membership doesn't go away.
Becasue they work and worked really hard for the Community and deviantART.
And don't you think that this is a really nic
What kind of a wolf I am?What kind of a wolf I am?More Like This
A black one that represents
Mystery, blackness of the soul
Loneliness, sadness an despair
Or am I the white wolf
That is pure,
Not tainted by the cruel world
That only knows forgiveness
Or am I the gray wolf
That is both black
That can take anything on
That comes it's way
And does't depend on anyone
Can anyone guess
Which wolf I am?
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
I BelieveIt's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.More Like This
First thing in the morning,
I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.
WAIT – NO!
It's raining again.
It's kind of like this city's friend died,
And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
Or if it should cry.
Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
Except the water is sub zero,
And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.
Our cities are changing.
Not just my home town of Montreal.
A Hurricane reached New York only 2 months ago.
A feat undefeated.
Our cities are heating. Screw whoever says global warming is a myth.
I don't need money hungry politicians telling me what to believe
So that they can continue to throw trash into the ocean
IntroductionJust a little bit of no oneMore Like This
Staying in a little bit of nowhere
Schooled in just a bit of nothing
But I will achieve to something.
I Like To Love YouI like to watch the sunset,More Like This
And I like to color out of the lines.
I like to sit by a fireplace,
Would you sit with me?
I like to sing myself to sleep,
And I love to be sang to.
I am a cuddler,
And a hand holder.
I like to hug you,
Can I hold you closer?
I am deep thinker,
And a light sleeper.
If I cried in the night,
Would you wake me?
I like to daydream,
And I like to run.
I like to play,
Will you wrestle with me?
I like being alone,
And you can make me like company.
I like to love you,
Would you love me too?
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
What Soft DreamsWhat soft dreams we lay -More Like This
What soft dreams, like infants put to rest -
Frightfully bare, and compromised,
Our kisses on their breasts.
We close our eyes and trust them safe,
Kept 'til break of dawn -
Forgetting that the night is fickle,
And dutifully, as long -
It safeguards some,
Moved by neither coin nor threat
Nor anguished mother's cry.
The Dreams We KeepWhat deep-set dreams we keep, lest others pry -More Like This
As if to say that silence guards them best,
And keeps them most alive - there in my breast,
In silence born, and therein left to lie;
But not unknown, not they - for I had slept
As men and gods alike did haply dream,
And dreaming, knew of all my deepest dreams
Ere I. Thus, any hopes I hereby dress -
Desires bespoke, if not, in truth, confessed -
Shall mark me as a puppet born and bought
To shoulder wishes men themselves forgot,
Not knowing which are more and which are less
My own. A bastion, then, of debts and dues -
As others dreamt, I dream - and dreaming, lose.
Open SeaIMore Like This
fawn caught in
boulder on the
shoreline - a ghost in my dreams that's still breathing
I a &
BrokenSomething in my brainMore Like This
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional. It leaves me inept
when left to deal with language unspoken,
the intricacies of smiles,
the unclear line between malice and mirth.
It may have been the shot
given by the doctor
meant to protect but somehow doing harm,
the Hippocratic oath.
Or so say my parents, their organization,
so they may be exonerated.
They liken me to
Ted Bundy, H. H. Holmes,
and Einstein. Because a sometimes-flat
and it makes people uncomfortable.
Especially when it is not maintained.
At times I am too broken to understand
and sometimes I am not broken enough
because my puzzle piece fits
when you angle it
correctly, that is, upside down, with no
other pieces attached.
Something in my brain
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional, because
most people do not cringe when they are
tapped on the shoulder
their mother tries to hug them.
It may have been the air
polluted and toxic
meant to sustain life but somehow causing
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
Otto and Victoria, Octovictorian EtiquetteWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
There is no cosmic law that states artists must suffer many long years and demeaning day-jobs before a window of opportunity cracks open just enough to hop on through.
Fellow deviant Brian Kesinger is a case in point.
His first “day-job” in 1996—he was hired straight out of his senior year of high school—was drawing Tarzan for Disney.
Brian stayed at Disney and he considers every day there a part of his ongoing education as an artist. He most recent
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
Bone BlossomsMore Like This
a ghost of iris-
blue so pale,
it slips off the page
You know the scent;
you borrowed it
from some girl
who was your best friend.
You slept together in the same bed;
she borrowed your sweater
and kissed you
when mother was not looking.
You fed her books
left out in the sun,
ripe as the boy
She put her hand
one warm night
and asked you
what it made you think of.
you said -
teal and purple,
feathered like summer -
like the summer
when you were five
and the heat
just could not keep away
and the sky went out.
Why Poets DrinkChrist,More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
ChangeProgress -More Like This
a simple act
the art of moving on
suddenly snatched away again
without a friend or net
suddenly lifted to the sky
Wind born poet
nestled into the clouds
words the only safe place you know
trick of the light
hurtling into the sun
an impossible position
only an act
you are on a trapeze
relentless fall of acrobats
Snow QueenMore Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.More Like This
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
RussiaXreader 'the girl in the snow'More Like This
You hold your arm standing before the door from the world meeting. Your [hair color] hair waved in the wind and your [eye color] eyes sparkled from joy. Long you were gone, almost forgotten till China found you lying on the ground. Your hands were burned, not that you felt anything of it but the scars bothered you. People always looked at them and thought you were weak, like China. But today was a new day a new day to impress all countries. You put on the black gloves to cover the burn marks and took a deep breath before you entered the building. All countries directly looked at you and China waved. You walked over to him and sat down on the chair next to him looking at the other countries. You looked at each one. There was a blond haired man with thick eyebrows, another blond haired guy with glasses, a brown haired guy with a goofy face and your eyes widened when you saw the tall beige/blond haired man. You shook your head. Did you knew this man he seemed familiar. China saw you
10 Writing/Storytelling tipsI was browsing on YouTube when I came across this video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb1eMQ… I thought I would be crazy not to share those tips to writers here.More Like This
That said, I think some of his tips are a little too centered around comic book writing and also could use a few more examples for similar, yet different situations, and since I have nothing better to do this Tuesday, I thought I'd add a few of my personal advice to his, and perhaps comment on some of them.
1. Show, don't Tell.
Mark used a good example in his video, especially when it comes to Explaino for comic writers, but I think it could use another tip when it comes to prose. Dialogue is another good way to Show in prose. In my most recent chapter, Homecoming, I struggled to convey Terrie's amazement at all the sights in Negav. At first, I tried to convey it through narration, but it didn't work like I wanted, so I instead decided to use dialogue, and it ended up creating a much stronger feeling of awe.
2. Don't always g
The Monster in The MirrorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser
GeminiThey are identical twins.More Like This
They know of each other.
They live in different worlds.
One lives on earth. The other with the gods and goddesses.
They can only see each other at the ocean when the full moon is going down.
The one on earth keeps the other grounded.
The other in the heavens lets the other fly the sky.
They are both named Gemini.
Copy written to Lynette Petrie
Those Songs Make Sense Because of YouYou're the one that got away.More Like This
You're the girl I cry about
When I'm one drink away
From sweet oblivion.
You've ruined my favourite song,
But I'll always belong
You could strangle me,
And I would just be grateful
To be touched by you
One last time.
I thought I'd moved on.
Of course not.
A star never forgets
And you are the sort
Of supernova lover
That can never be
She told me -
Our friend -
That you weren't just
You'd told her
That you had loved me too.
So what did I do?
I shot vodka through
And fell to a baseline beat
By my favourite band.
And all of those songs
When I realised our fling
Had been more than
It's false pretence.
I loved you,
But it isn't past tense.
We could have had it all.
And if you're reading this,
I hope you know it's for you,
And how much I regret
'I love you too'.
Ten Little DeviantsTen Little DeviantsMore Like This
Ten little deviants, all online,
One went invisible, and then there were nine.
Nine little deviants, staying up very late,
One missed a deadline, and then there were eight.
Eight little deviants, cosplaying as Britain,
One found a new fandom, and then there were seven.
Seven little deviants, writing about the River Styx,
One got published, and then there were six.
Six little deviants, having trouble with their hard-drive,
One crashed, and then there were five.
Five little deviants, looking for more,
One got himself banned, and then there were four.
Four little deviants, asking for points you see,
One got a Premium Membership, and then there were three.
Three little deviants, all in a chatroom,
One found a new RP, and then there were two.
Two little deviants, went outside to see the sun,
One got bored, and then there was one.
One little deviant, staring at his screen alone,
Closed their laptop, and then there were none.
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:More Like This
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
no matter how much you want
GodYou murdered two childrenMore Like This
with your bare hands
and thanked God
that He saved you
from getting the death penalty,
bloody hands and all
I saved two children
from a burning fire
and hate the God
I no longer believe in
for burning my skin,
and with it my faith
It seems God
works in mysterious ways,
he doesn't work at all.
This is my phone....More Like This
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
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[Disclaimer, please read the description before you read this poem, it shows how you're supposed to read this piece, thank you]
We log on-check-check-check-checking over FaceBook-
Click-click-click-click-clinkin' all the updates-
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
ten-fifty-seventy-ninety-over hundred friends online
three-twenty two-hundred nine the month before
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
Block-block-block-block-all of the pornography
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again);
Minds-minds-minds-minds being trapped again
An' this is the new society
beg-beg-beg-beg for something new again
give-give-give them something to shut them up
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Timei.More Like This
No matter how many times the world
says to “be yourself”
it will never accept you
when you are.
You’re on your own. Always.
Admit to yourself that you lie.
You don’t have to make it
a point of conversation with others
because most will not understand
nor love you regardless,
even though they do it too,
but admitting it to yourself
opens the door for growth and that
is very important.
There will be a boy who you find
sitting next to you in a library one day
and he’ll eventually ask you to do something.
The road to hell may be paved with good intentions
it’s better to do the wrong thing
than to do the right thing with your heart
not in the right place.
Learn to laugh more.
Life is much more bearable.
Don’t blame society for all your problems.
Don’t blame yourself for all your problems.
Don’t apologize for everything.
This is neither attractive nor healthy;
it makes you
IndoctrinationLet me tell you this:More Like This
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
Grandma“Is there something terribly wrong with me?”More Like This
I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the world and of all the people in it have been replaced by a child-like fear of the unfamiliar.
I look at my grandmother and behind her old, tired eyes I see a young girl who has lost hold of her mother’s hand in a world full of strangers.
“No, Grandma. There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
curtains shift –
the faint glow