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Patience "Here! Put on this dress Rue!" my cousin cooed as we were out shopping.Patience by WolfShadowHiruka
"Oh! That is a beautiful color for you! It really brings out your eyes," Ryu grinned, approving of our cousin's choice.
"Yes put it on!"
"Try it out!"
As they crowded me to try it on, I only pause and stare at them dumbfounded and confused.
I don't want to try it on... I thought looking at the red dress, it makes me stand out... I don't want to try it on.
My mother agreed with them and so, since she usually gets annoyed with me whenever I say no to whatever it is she wants me to try on, I go ahead and say yes.
"Fine! Fine," I nearly growl, "I'll put the dress on..."
My older sister, my cousin, and my mom smiled at me as I left to go into the changing rooms. The lady looked at me with a sweet smile but I know that it was fake since they always have to smile at the costumer.
"Right this way," she said in a sweet voice as she motioned me to follow her, I stand there for a moment thinking
How to Bake a CakeI.How to Bake a Cake by GroceryStorePhobic
I rummaged through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. I didn’t see anything I wanted; just plastic containers of things too healthy for enjoyment. I sighed and glanced at my homework on the kitchen table. The cat sat upon it like a throne, his tail swaying softly. “No.” He said. I looked up at the top of the fridge and considered the boxes of baking mix that looked down on me.
“You’re horrible at baking.” The cat told me. I closed the fridge and peeked outside through the dirty window. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and children were gallivanting through the fields. “I would like to gallivant.” I said aloud.
“What about the murderers?” The cat asked. I glared at him. “Or the last time you went running in a field? Blood everywhere. Maybe you recall the children laughing? Or the
The Red Star TournamentFor months she conclusively applied herself to the rigors of her training exercises. It toned her mind and hardened her form. Weapons responded to her flawlessly and with angelic grace. Upon personal request to her dragon master, O'rus, he shaped her into a brilliant champion. Or so she hoped. The Red Star Tournament stood as the pinnacle of her training. Fighting round after round against her fellow Disciples in what would normally be the test of her strength morphed itself into a test of sheer willpower.The Red Star Tournament by Courier2001
All competed to attain the title of Champion and each disciple bore bruises and scars as testament to that endeavor. Shien, elf of the faelands and disciple to the dragon O'rus, fell in line and earned her bruises. Each round, each fight witnessed by four hundred students and even more dragons, brought with it a fresh swirl of purple and black. A centered smear stretched across Shien's lips as she stood on the underground platform, two blunted katana swords clasped tightly in her bla
A Grave Digger's KissesI fell in love with a gravedigger. His hands were rough and calloused; no matter how many times he cleaned them, grains of soil remained rattling in his palm. It should have been a warning – dirt nestled in his love-line, but something about the way he held me, how he always seemed surprised that I was warm, that I was alive, was endearing. He once said that in winter, when his fingers were like ice, he couldn’t feel the difference between the coffin and the bed, that he wouldn’t know whether to kiss me or assume the worst. But he refused gloves, scoffed at them; said feeling the earth part under his feet was the only way he knew up from down.A Grave Digger's Kisses by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
And his eyes were shovels, constantly burrowing through me, dragging up fossils, the skeletons dancing in my closet. He lived with the dead, only understood the chattering of skulls, would unearth forgotten secrets, examine them as if he were a mortician, a pathologist. Then those eyes would silently begin again, reburying
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie
Dreaming Of A Someday There is a certain four-letter word that constantly hangs around me. It doesn'tDreaming Of A Someday by That1PersonUForgot
seem to want to go away, to evaporate in the air and disappear forever. It
haunts me like a ghost, making me do double takes from my shoulder, telling it
to stay away. I need to make sure it's invisible fingers stay away from my
fragile world. But sometimes, I need to focus on life and not on the
cursed blessing following me around constantly. I'm afraid, however, that it
somehow grabbed me by my hair and is currently rolling me around in the mud.
The term 'hopeless romantic' is used harshly. It has become a cliche, being
donned on a majority of girls out there. I will admit I am one, because I really
am. I've been in love, out of love, next to love, under love, over love, with
love, without love, and most importantly, almost in love. No matter what love I
was in, I still was associated with it somehow. One thing I had
The Ocean In His Eyes When I look in your eyes, I see the ocean.The Ocean In His Eyes by That1PersonUForgot
Why the ocean, you ask?
Like you, the ocean is lonely. It may be beautiful, large and majestic, but it is deep and cold, where few call it home. No one ever goes deep enough, toward your heart, where the true you lives. They only sail above on the surface. You yearn for their attention, but they simply cannot.
Like you, the ocean is talented. It takes true passion to push its waves, to create high and low tides. It takes skill to rustle the water just right, so that all who listen to the water feel at peace with the world.
Like you, the ocean is calm. Laid back and relaxed, it lets the sun reflect off of its surface. The ocean does not get antsy or bitter, instead breaks the occasional smile. Never does it speak up in an intentional manner. Instead, it waits for someone else to do it first. If called upon, the ocean will answer, but only then.
Zola Mae Everyone says that my sister and I look a lot alike. I can remember when I was little, she and I went to the zoo wearing the same clothes, our hair up the same way. Passerby stopped, stared, and whispered, saying 'They're twins! Identical twins!' My mother would politely reply, 'No, they're not. They're only 18 months apart'.Zola Mae by That1PersonUForgot
It is true- my sister is younger than I, born on a cold February night in 2001. Her name would be Zola Mae, Zoe for short. She was named after my mother's aunt and father's mother. Forever she would be a child of the snow, preferring the winter season of all others. However, her being a child of snow never entitled her to it- Zoe is wary of snow. When we were younger, she would get nauseated just by looking at it.
I remember Zoe being a quiet, difficult child. She never cried or mumbled baby-nonsense, and instead sat around with a blank, haunting expression. Her eyes were big and blue with long, brown lashes
META Fussball Guardianz - RADIOACTIVE pt1META Fussball Guardianz - RADIOACTIVE pt1 by veekaizhanez
META Fussball Guardianz (META Force, Fussball ISM and REVO GUARDIANZ Crossover)
Genre: Sci-fi + Fantasy / Post-apocalypse / Adventure / Action
REVO GUARDIANZ - Ari/Revo Mecha, Belle/Revo Princess, Cetto/Revo Genius, Delilah/Revo Agent, Warren/Revo Warrior, Xander/Revo Wizard, Yvonne/Revo Rocker, Zack/Revo Lympire
META Force (Original verse) - Commander Esha Marzuki, Alfred Firinson V, Rayyan Zee, Daniel Long, Xerra Ravion, Aurora Tasha, Suzy and Alice Rodriguez, Nico Prowlers/Silver Hawk, Jimmy Armorson/Shockwave Reaper, Amy Drillers, Richard Galloway/Midnight Slasher
Fussball ISM - Avian Fazio, 25 footballers under his recruit
Antagonists - ???
It was a lovely day for the young energetic Indonesian computeer engineer Muhammad Khairi Sukherman or we called him Ari. He had just laun
Blackout Days (bit 1) I remember the Blackout Days, when I was young and machines thrummed. Dark days, yes, but there was the tiniest streak of light on the horizon called hope. Baseball players wore black uniforms; it was easier to see them against the floodlights. We didn’t have pets; anything was considered fair game for the table in those lean times. But we kept the machines running, and focused on that strip of light on the horizon.Blackout Days (bit 1) by Bark
Looking back now after so many years, it’s amazing that we took it all in stride. But it was just the way things were. I was twelve when I began work in the factory, my schooling done. But I was proud; I was doing something important. I was feeding the machines, making sure they never stopped. I didn’t really know at the time what might happen if they stopped, but I knew it was something bad. It was every citizen’s duty to contribute, to keep those machines working. I was glad to do it, even though my hearing is diminished now from the no
Demonic - Chapter 1The wolf and the bookDemonic - Chapter 1 by xXShaddowHunterXx
A battle axe hit the tree. Bam! And another one.
This was the sound of young warriors training. Actually, there were three of them. A girl and two young boys, each of them armed with axes.
“Nooo, nononono. You're doing it wrong” The dark-brown haired girl criticized on the boys throwing technique. “ Let me show you how it's done.”
She grabbed one of the axes lying on the ground, and in a kinda light way of swagging she went to a tree, ready to show the boys what a real warrior is able to do. There she stood. Brushing away some strings of hair which fell from a messy horse tail. Her gaze fixed at the aim: an old birch tree. Already parched but still a challenge for fresh warriors. The axe then left her grip and despite her left eye is blinded by a scar, the weapon hit it's goal, actually it cut the old tree in halves.
“Now, that's how it is done!” Her arrogant undertone was hard to ignore.
Demonic - PrologueDemonic - Prologue by xXShaddowHunterXx
“No! I'm innocent! Please, believe me!”
The old lady was brutally dragged out of her house. “I'm innocent!”
Surrounded by various people, villagers and also passing travelers she got pushed into the dirt of the dry street. It was a tiny village. Nothing big and unknown to most. In the silent forest it laid surrounded by mountains and forest. A man stepped out of the crowd, dressed in a black cloak with a wooden cross hanging around his neck. “Due your felonies committed against god, moral and mankind you shall be convicted” In terror and fear the lady gazed up to him. With eyes, cold and unfeeling like the ice of the north, the man stare at her. Hate filled his expression.
“You have been seen executing certain rituals and worshipping Lucifer multiple times. Witchcraft is a crime against god, you know.”
“Please, my lord, I just tried to help...”
“Silence now, witch! In the name of god the almighty you shal
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice CreamI woke up early in the morning, right as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. I tried to pull the sheet back around me, but then realized she'd stolen and cocooned herself in it again. Typical girl.For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice Cream by Crowlita
In movies, girls always seem to wake up all pristine, perfect makeup, hair combed and styled. I'm here to tell you that was most certainly not the case for Galiana. Her hair was a tousled mess and probably would've been far worse if it was the length of mine. The eyeliner from last night had smeared a bit, and her lipstain was a little washed out. We'd fallen asleep before she'd had the opportunity to get her makeup off. It was kinda cute, actually.
My roommate, Xavier, a rather fit guy with short brown hair, wasn't back yet and probably wouldn't be back for a few more hours, which was a relief. He would give me so much grief for ending up in bed with an art student. He was an engineering student, like I was, only he had this beef with art students and how us
Close to perfectionClose to perfection by Breaking-Alice
No matter how many schools I go, I always get picked on. Like there is a vibe on me saying 'Pick on her!' I mean sure I had huge anger problems but that doesn't stop bullies. At the first day I was big news. Many people talked to me about my life and all till few days later very few people talked to me then finally a week later I was a nobody. I kinda liked it till a month later randomly some guy wanted to pick on me. Sure I fought back. I even pushed and cursed at him but he was dating this popular chick Charlie. Charlie didn't like it that I 'bullied' her boyfriend. Even if he started it first so she started rumors about me. Later people started to believe in them. I didn't mind as much sure people talked shit about me behind my back and point at me when I walk by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I never been physically bullied at my old schools but I been cyber bullied and so on so I asked my mom if I could move to a new school. I went to three grade schools in Ohio and two
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak. by KelaLewis-Morin
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
Puberty.Puberty.Puberty. by KelaLewis-Morin
I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you’re correcting me
And that is why I go to all these places without your permission.
As long as you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules.
You cannot see it now but in the future you will thank me.
That means I want you to go to and come straight home from school.
Recently your attitude stinks, so think before you speak and get an
Three notes for you when I dieI, Don't cryThree notes for you when I die by Milk-and-Pie
I don't want you to cover yourself with your duvet at 3 am and bite your lips until they bleed so that no one can hear you sobbing. I don't want you to tell everyone my life story with your eyes burning with streams of rivers and knowing I will never be there to wipe away your tears again. I don't want you to write a million of poems to my death, and make me up into the girl with millions of triumphs because I'm not and I never will be.
II, Don't romanticise
I don't see how beautiful it is to have my flesh scorched in the core of the Earth, or my hand turning blue and eyes scratched by millions of insects. I don't see how I could be compared to the mountain breeze or the ripple in the rain when all I am now is an inanimate cold rotting body with millions of crawlers on my lungs digging into me.
III, Don't hope
I want to tell you that I will be the autumn wind caressing your pale cheeks, or the ethereal ray blossoming your skin into different hues of su
Things to Take on an Acid TripThings to Take on an Acid Trip by GrubbsWriting
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1)Whosoever enfeebles the purpose of the phrase 'things could be worse', does not hold an understanding of the misfortunes of existence. They are likely experiencing a first test of sorts, or are simply unfamiliar, or ignorant to the stories behind the darker reaches of life on earth. Yet even then, in the absence of understanding, eyes are eyes that can used to chose a perception of whatever it is they see. Should things ever escalate to the hypothetical result of the current meaning of when people say the phrase 'things could be worse', then less and less people will use the phrase as the world around them becomes more and more bleak. I have no way of calculating the ratio between perception and situation to reliable results, although I'm sure somewhere there's a person whose already come up with one.How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1) by GrubbsWriting
I will say this much however: it's human nature to point out the negative, otherwise we wouldn't need phrases like 'look on the bright side'. To say that things could be worse, is bo
The Little Girl in the Leather JacketShe wanted to be fierceThe Little Girl in the Leather Jacket by MyLifeisAverageStill
She wanted to be strong
She wanted to be loved
And almost never wrong
She wanted the world
To see her for who she was
She wanted someone to care
Not out of duty but just because
But the world didn't want her
And she just didn't see
That the world wanted her gone
Didn't want her to be
Some people tried to help
They tried and tried to care
They told the little girl
That they'd always be there
But she couldn't be fixed with words
The little girl who still felt small
She wore her leather jacket
Just to pretend she was tall
The jacket was her shield
Her last defense to the sky
It shielded her heart
It shielded her cry
And though they tried to help
They still didn't see it all
That the little girl had never felt strong
Just smaller and small.
And they couldn't help her feel big
They couldn't help her feel tall
And so one day the little girl in the leather jacket
Decided she didn't want to feel at all
Small World, a Supernatural fic - Chapter 4CASTIELSmall World, a Supernatural fic - Chapter 4 by Biasanti
Castiel was wandering a place known as Phoenix, Arizona when he heard someone calling his name.
Immediately he homed in on exactly where the desperate cry had come from. The voice sounded familiar, and the unspoken presumption of whom the voice belonged to was confirmed when his feet touched the ground of an empty asphalt road; a girl with dusty yellow locks and warm hazel eyes stood in front of him, her nose only inches away from his.
Castiel could feel the girl’s breath fanning over his chin. The closeness did nothing to daunt the angel, but the girl, Aubrey, stepped back with a startled yell.
“Jesus Christ,” the girl exclaimed, causing Castiel to become considerably confused. Had she mistaken him for the Son of God? Castiel had met Him before, seen His face, and he looked nothing like Him.
“Yeah, I know.” Aubrey raised her hand to him, and C
Bleeding wounds - Chapter 12Garreth’s POVBleeding wounds - Chapter 12 by PhycoToad
For the first part of the day, I thought everything was going to go as planned, then I stepped out of the tent and got whacked by someone from behind, knocking me out.
When I woke up, my head didn’t just feel like it had been hit by a truck, this truck had reversed back onto me and parked!
“Guys, if this is some kind of joke, I’m going to have to kill you very slowly, I’m afraid” I said groggily as I pulled myself up. I then had a look around where I was, I was in a dark, prison cell that was kitted out with nothing but a couple of military beds. I looked through the bars and saw a long, dark tunnel going past us; lit only by a few electric lights installed every couple of metres. I saw Roland sat upon the bed opposite me.
“You okay?” He asked
“I think so…where are we?”
“No idea, somebody hit me from behind back at camp, I woke up here just a few minutes before you”
When You Can't Sleep At Night.She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so. She did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the frozen antarctic. Her lips were chapped and thin, her smile was bent and crooked as his own pair of inquisitive sights absorbed her in like a yellow bath sponge. She did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts at times. But she was still beautiful nevertheless, despite her imperfections and her cravings to win over a certain hedgehogs gorgeous blue heart.When You Can't Sleep At Night. by LittleFoxxie
Sonic the hedgehog thought that she was pretty in the way the shore kissed her pale feet at the seaside, the way the moon hid itself in the curtains of darkness, hiding itself away from disturbing her sleeping form. She was beautiful in the way the wind danced around each strand of her unkempt hair, and in the way she shyly tried to hold his hand when no one want paying attention, in the way the morning air sprinkled it’s goodness through her chest, in th
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
.pretentious. by BatmanWithBunnyEars
equals deep poetry
(Please see description.)
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself. by Yamiga
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away by Ellen-Souler
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
Heat of SummerMy moods flow so fast,Heat of Summer by ShiningSteel
Swirling into white froth.
I pray for winter.
SelfieHow many triesSelfie by OceanHeir
Does it take to
In what lighting do you accept your face?
How many likes until
Is there an angle that masks self hate?
How much anxiety do you filter away?
I find the truth often hides outside of the frame.
But truth is no good for chasing that 5 minutes of fame, that spike of social acceptance buzzing through your veins each selfie Sunday (and Thursday and Friday).
You can construct beauty, but imperfection is much harder to fake.
And cameras don't capture intellect.
Why don't you smile with your eyes?
And what would it take to believe that you are beautiful for more than a day?
Is makeup not enough to shield you fragile heart from this world with it's habit of deconstruction?
Or better yet what would it take to ask a better question
to which the answer is always,
"You are enough."
The fence in my yardThere’s a fence in my yardThe fence in my yard by wordturner
My father taught me to build
With a gate in the front
And a back strong-willed
Where the inside and outside
Love and hate of the world collides
Just like my face
It has two sides
One of welcome and safe inclusion
One of absolute defiant seclusion
Both built to last paid with sweat
Nails driven with pounding regret
But isolation has left this yard alone
The laughter of my children echo no more
Because as they all matured
They walked out the door
HomeHomeHome by Trisaw1
Some enchanted evening, when the candles highlight the love in the atmosphere,
And the happy mood of love radiates and bounces off the walls…
Some stormy evenings, when the rain falls harmlessly on the tiles overhead,
And the wind blows fruitlessly against the shuttered windows…
Some cold evenings, when the central heating system maintains the warmth,
And keeps the family members healthy and sleeping in their snug beds…
Some dark evenings, when the house lights turn on without hesitation,
And the locked doors keep the scariness of the world out…
Some lonely evenings, when the white moonlight shines down from above,
And the stars beckon wonderment on the aloneness of space…
…this is home.
Some noisy days, when the hammering and drilling and banging
Resonates all around because even home needs its care and upgrades too.
Some bright days, when the garden blooms green and colored flowers too,
And birds approach to nest and rest in N
For my sk8er boyI love him. Full stop.For my sk8er boy by JackieFKerouac
It's not that I had to think about it for some while or consider it several times
I just look at our common photos and see his smile - whenever the sadness comes
And it immediately comes to my mind how much I love him.
It's beyond the explanation, much more than it might seem...
I love how he tries to calm me down when my tears are just about to burst
I love how he puts the blanket over my shoulders when I fall asleep first
I love how he makes a cherry tomato heart for me when he prepares my dinner
I love how he tells me everything is perfectly right when I feel like a sinner
I love how he describes my clothes as doll-like because they are so small
I love how he in the morning looks at the picture of kittens on our wall
But most of all I love how he hugs me tight and by that single hug I can tell he loves me too.
No words are needed - at that very moment I bet we think of the same thing as we usually do.
MedicineI want to cure you fromMedicine by frightenthelittlesin
Your ill thoughts – a sick way
Let me cure you:
You were always the prettiest
With an open throat
Feeding on humans isn't written in my genetic codeDo you necessarily have toFeeding on humans isn't written in my genetic code by frightenthelittlesin
Put the journal and scissor
In front of my face?
If I am not allowed to have my plate
Under my nose
- Then why did you have to
Give me the meat bloody?
I feel queasy.
What you let me choke down
Is now knotting in my stomach.
I want to remove the
Disgusting chunks of flesh
Out of my system.
(Feeding on humans for lust
Isn’t written in my genetic code)
I do not push your buttons
I just want to have the minimum
Of space that you admit to me.
You tell me
We wouldn’t eat yet-
But everyone around
Is already swallowing and devouring
The other people.
Everyone but you.
We just do not eat yet.
I am not allowed to eat.
I’ve got a smudgy scissor
And a paper with announcements of murder
Under my nose.
No, I mustn’t eat.
We are still about to glow…
some dayflat lines on papersome day by wordturner
new life for the tree
where meanings abound
words struggle to break free
the good and the bad
some day there will
be another side of me
The Worst Power(Is a smile.)The Worst Power by DeathMonster777
A smile is the best at deceit.
Everything hides behind it like your feelings of defeat.
From the coldness of your soul to your white-hot rage of heat,
It stands behind the shield you erected to retreat.
A smile is the best weapon,
To inflict against your enemies in revenge.
Nothing is sweeter,
Than the pleasure of their demise in the midst of your weapon.
A smile is the best power.
We use it everyday for the sake of others, never ourselves; a power of sour.
We use it to rescue ourselves from the powers of our tear-soaked flower.
We use it to always stop the flow of powers of cower.
I wish I could say "I'm not fine, I'm not fine at all." But I just smile.
Princess EuropePrincess EuropePrincess Europe by DraganTheMighty
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,Sexual Tension by UrDeadlyDesire
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
three birdsshe has three birds in her chest:three birds by indigo-mouse
wing beats and fluttering questions.
there is one to wind the razorthread
tighter and tighter
around a struggling red muscle
until she cannot breath;
one to sit quietly in a nest of newsprint
and know things
that hurt her in her very fingertips;
one to roost behind her eyes
to watch and chirp
and have hope with each new footstep.
The demon I becameI don't belong here.The demon I became by made-of-awesomeness
I'm not of this earth.
I've always felt this way,
Ever since birth.
I tried to fight it,
I have to admit.
I couldn't find my way,
To make myself fit.
One day, I stopped.
One day I gave in.
I didn't fight anymore.
I let the darkness win.
I felt no regrets.
From then I started to change.
It felt so natural,
Instead of something strange.
I found who I am.
I am to be heard.
They listen to me,
Without having spoken a word.
I have the power,
To make them do as told.
No one can escape it,
healthy, sick, young, nor old.
I have the power,
To jump up and fly.
Then it hit me,
Can I die?
I have the power to live forever.
I can take the life from you,
drop you to the ground,
Leaving me anew.
I am weak-less.
I can't be beat.
No matter who I face,
They taste defeat.
I can't be stopped,
don't even try.
If you anger me,
You'll most certainly die.
ReflectionIt started with a gentle tapping on the paneReflection by GlaSs-EyEd-MaiDen
You look at him
And he looks back at you
That reflection of you in the mirror
You raise an eyebrow
He raises one too
You ask, ‘are you really me?’
‘Or is it I who is the real you?’
He does not answer
This makes you feel cold
You brush your fingertips against the glass
There is warmth as skins brush
‘Are you surprised?’ he asked
‘Not really’ you say
He smiles ‘I was never you-
‘coz I’m right here, waiting for you’
On Praguebetween the red roof tiles,On Prague by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
the wrought iron balconies
somewhere in the bottom of a
fountain, swimming in cents and
discarded thoughts, lies my heart.
it swells, filling itself with words, it is
always hungry for words now not visions,
sees more in the ink drops from Kafka’s pen
than in the swirling paints dotted across Mucha’s desk
and the tourists flock and ebb, whistling through the
streets like the breeze, from castle to church and
back again, and the carriages cycle and the
cars churn the earth of the city, leaving
sunken trails around that fountain in
that square, a secluded island
where the only sights are
full pages, the only sounds
the click of coins, the quiet
sigh of a pulse slowing down
Q and ADear girl reading ‘Catcher in the Rye’ on the train,Q and A by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
Sometimes the answers aren’t written down
sometimes they are hidden in the curves of your ribs
carved in the creases of your knees;
Sometimes you should look up from the pages
and stare into the world with clenched fists clenched
jaw, learn to read the poetry of lamp posts, of
Dear girl with her eyes focused on the Holden in her lap,
Sometimes you should look up from the pages
and let your eyes meet mine, maybe I could be your Darcy
or your Heathcliff;
Sometimes the answers aren’t written down,
and this is not a romance novel, you won’t know who is the
protagonist, words won’t tell you but maybe something else
Dear girl flying through chapters opposite me,
Sometimes the answers aren’t written down
but right now we are sharing the same road,
letting our paths cross like lover’s arms;
Sometimes you should look up from the pages
because I’m sure Shakespeare wo
SpacesThe years have folded between us like mountainsSpaces by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
cities unfurling, skyscrapers blooming
in the space
In my memory, our hometown is empty,
deserted, the shop signs swing,
blank because i can’t remember
what any were called;
and the streets have curled like ivy,
weaving and winding, i
don’t know my way around.
But when you walked in i knew -
your hair may have grown, been dyed black,
and your cheekbones may have rippled up
under your eyes, green now
but I would know you anywhere;
You were my first love all over again,
summer sighing in our teacups
sparrows nesting in your collarbones
and I learnt a new map,
climbed every peak and looked back
at our sepia-toned past,
replaced her laugh with yours;
memorised the shop names of this city
filled in the blanks with new words.
The jigsaw still fits together
and my face is mirrored through time,
heart p-p-pounding just like before.
You're Killing MeMother, Father,You're Killing Me by kidko123
please stop shouting.
no matter how hard you try,
you can't hide
that thinly veiled rage
beneath your voice.
I hate how
you don't even try
to hide the hate
tampering with your tone.
I can barely understand
but I can still
hear the spite
behind your words.
don't you know
your torrents of anger
can't be held back
by our paper-thin walls?
I can hear you
I can tell
can't you see?
Broken ButterflyI saw a butterfly cocoon once,Broken Butterfly by kidko123
and I wondered to myself,
"What goes on in there?"
Maybe I could poke it,
put it through something similar
to what I've been through,
and see if it reacts.
I wonder if
a butterfly would still come out
of that cocoon;
maybe with some wound,
it would end up
with a broken wing.
Just like me.
HazelHi Hazel.Hazel by kidko123
I know that I've said this before,
but your eyes are beautiful.
They're so caring and worldly,
so full of wisdom
but so reluctant to show it,
so quiet when silence comes
yet still speaking volumes
just with a glance.
It's as if
they hold galaxies of wonder
and I just can't help but want to stare
whenever I get the chance.
I know it hasn't been long
and I know you're worried
that this is it,
but I promise you;
it hasn't even been
and I miss you
You make me want to see the world,
just because you do.
it's been years
since I've climbed a tree,
or tried to out-bike someone,
and I still can't believe
you actually beat me.
And I'm slightly afraid right now,
ever so slightly,
that I was bitten,
until I knew you,
I never knew ladybugs could bite.
So, I miss you Hazel.
And trust me,
me and you?
We'll make it last,
through and through.
(2008) The BeginningI'm standing at the start of this path(2008) The Beginning by CalCrazy
that I've never travelled;
A path I was supposed to take when I was younger
but only now have managed to arrive at.
I'm trembling with fear
because I don't know what's ahead;
My glass cage, though confining
has long been my familiarity.
Will I make it to the end
and break out of this Eternal Winter,
or will I stumble off course
and fall back into the dark waters of misery?
Am I strong enough to let go of my past;
let go of the Demons' hands with whom I've danced with for so long,
or will I succumb to their manipulating voices
and allow darkness to stay in my bones?
Can I overcome myself and my pain
my raining skies and blackened memories
and free the light of my soul
who has been enslaved to my devils all this time?
With a deep breath and emotions churning
I take the first step and look ahead...
The woman I should have been is waiting for me,
I have to try and make it to her.
Will I succeed,
or will I fail?
The time has come
to find out.
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