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Open: A Pastry Lust Vignette(NOTE: A somewhat lustily delicious erotic self-stuffing WG story. Can be read with a BBW or BHM main character since the narrator could be female or could be male. You decide. If you don't like donuts, fat, stuffing, bellies or other fun things, then please go elsewhere to find something you do like.)Open: A Pastry Lust Vignette by growinluvhandles
I shouldn't walk this way to work. I know it's dangerous to my health. But still, I am tempted by my demons to live dangerously.
The scent fills my nostrils, the aroma I suck into my lungs deeply, as I turn the corner and see the bakery sign flashing in the window above a stylized neon coffee cup with blue steam shining above it. And then, my favorite sign above the door.
"Open." My nostrils feel like they flair as I view the donuts and pastries which the baker is putting on display in the window.
"Open." I open my senses to the smells and the sights of such delicious goodies.
"Open." I shouldn't open. Walk on, I tell my legs, but my thick thighs don't obey. D
The Last Three Days of His WorldBing-bong.The Last Three Days of His World by MidnightDaybreak
The sound of the doorbell interrupted the two children from their play. Five-year-old Leonhart Caesar Viridiano and his four-year-old sister Lena both looked hopefully at the front door, wondering who had come to visit. Maybe the mailman was delivering a package. Maybe an older girl had come trying to sell cookies again. Maybe grandma and grandpa were coming over for a visit.
Whoever was on the other side of the door, the children were anxious to meet them. Leonhart considered getting up to answer it himself, but he knew better. Mommy and daddy had taught him that answering the door was something only older people could do, and that he should wait until he was bigger. Leonhart didn’t entirely agree with this. He knew well that opening the door without knowing who was on the other side could be dangerous. Leonhart knew a gre
Tables WaitedTables waited on her.Tables Waited by enigmaticsmile
On any given Friday night there would be at least three groups of people in the waiting area of Campell's Family Cuisine Kitchen who only wanted to be seated in Naomi's section.
It was a bit of a headache for the Campells, because a lot of the other wait staff would quit because they weren't making good tips. Naomi was the gold standard, not that the Campells ever said that, and the other wait staff couldn't help but feel a little put off by her popularity.
None of them actually hated Naomi, mind you. Everybody loved Naomi. You couldn't not love Naomi.
She was sweet, she was patient, she was quick and never forgot anything that any customer asked for. When people thanked her for doing something nice, she always said "Oh, it ain't nuthin' that you didn't deserve." with a slight Southern lilt. And she wasn't hard on the eyes, either.
Naomi wasn't a bombshell, she just had that pretty look that echoed purity and kindness. Men, women, and children alike all found her
Letter to my Lost LoveMy Dearest Love,Letter to my Lost Love by cechapman95
I miss you. Is there a better way to say it? Is there a way for me to truly convey the depth of my emotion to you? Every waking moment, I’m thinking about you and remembering what it is to be in your arms. Every night, you walk in my dreams and try to save me from this horror I’m living. Is there a way for me to be with you again? I wish I knew.
All these long months alone have opened my eyes, in a way. All the things I took for granted have been taken from me. Do you know what it is to have every moment of your day dictated for you? Everything, from when I wake up to when and what I eat to what I do for fun, are all planned for me, and I have no choice but to follow.
This place has taken you from me just as surely as what’s wrong in my own mind. Was I really that bad off when I came here? When I entered this falsely clean and happy place in an attempt to get better, what was really wrong? It’s been so long now that I can’t remember if I r
To the days where books couldn't heal Usually it's easy to live without you. I wake up with my baby nephew shaking and hugging and poking me because he wants to play with me and I have to comply because he's too adorable. Mum's bacon sandwich always makes me happy because come on, it's bacon.To the days where books couldn't heal by Milk-and-Pie
But not today. Today feels like asphalt dust just blows up on my face when I speed to town. Today feels like the gears on clocks stop working and my eyes are thunderstorms and lightnings. I couldn't see or feel, but they are overflowing with the madness of static movement. I think I'm going to crash, and I'm terrified because I don't think I mind it so much.
Maybe I'm not someone to be noticed.
I don't know why my spine is curved into the shape of a wilted rose, or why my books seem to trigger me into another parallel
THE PURPOSELESS MANTHE PURPOSELESS MAN by PhilipBrocklehurst
The Purposeless Man
by Philip Brocklehurst
Here I stand, a ghost in the machine, sealed in my confined box, wrapped in a fleshy container that feels no sensations.
I long to know the senses that others feel that I am so devoid of: warmth, joy, importance, love. I yearn to feel, to be felt. Alas I can not for I am a being of no worth, cold, distant, meaningless and unwanted by all.
I desire to express myself. Everything I say, everything I do is as invisible as I am to others. They can not see me, nor do they care.
I'm the loner standing on the other side of the mirror to society, surrounded by my reflected loneliness.
I mean nothing to all. I strive to make contact but every time I am shunned. Rejected by all, judged before someone has even got to know me. Cruelty, sorrow and torment is that awaits my kindness, my sincerity, my love.
Everyone tries to bring me down, it's a struggle to rise up again. When I need a friend, the only shoulder I have to lean on is my own.
What is worthless
The Last Time Ever I Saw Your Face"What are your plans for the summer?" The sound of my friends voice asked, snapping me out of my trance. Her eyes locked onto mine as I struggled to respond, every fiber of my being numb.The Last Time Ever I Saw Your Face by CharIie
"Um, I'm not sure. Nothing, I guess? Well, not until my birthday." I replied, forcing a smile onto my face. She smiled back and then turned to speak to our other friend. I sighed and then my gaze crept back to the table beside us, where the love of my life and his bitch-of-a girlfriend sat with their crowd of friends. My eyes trailed over him, starting at his perfect, slim neck and working its way up to his gorgeous blue eyes, framed with beautiful black lashes. I studied him, noting the way his lips moved as he spoke and laughed, taking in his breath-taking appearance.
As I stared, his eyes darted to mine for an instance. My dark brown eyes widened and I quickly looked away, pretending I was deep in conversation with my friends. When, really, I had no idea what they were talking about.
I looked back
War of Chaos ProloguePrologueWar of Chaos Prologue by Agent36496
Two cloaked figures had travelled a great distance for the one place where they knew that they could find hope. Things had grown significantly worse with each passing day. The rule and command of only one mind, only one famous lord, had gone on for precisely a century. Knowing of the intentions from that mind, a century too long. These cloaked men continued searching long and hard, appearing to wander lost in the city where they had finally stopped. However, there was still energy in one of them, and was desperate to find what they had been searching for.
What the cloaked men searched for, was their assumption of the origin of the way that they always followed. The city was lit, but rather poorly. They were used to going out at night, which it was, and their robes were a black as the night sky, when there were no stars or moon to be seen. There was nothing to guide them, but they needed no guide. It was the faint sound in their minds that would give them that for which they se
Imagine....Imagine.... by growinluvhandles
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
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
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
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
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter by Milk-and-Pie
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
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
Alternate Ending - The DemonologistThe sun gave the buildings a golden glow. I stared off into the horizon. Blue everywhere. The handle of the briefcase was held on tightly by my hand. The chewy chunk of flesh hurt. I hadn't gotten used to not having my right thumb anymore. I stepped onto the edge of the roof. My loose clothes were fluttering in the wind. I had lost weight during my fucked up trip around North America.Alternate Ending - The Demonologist by necropoetus
The face of the Pursuer suddenly came to my mind. In the end, it was I who killed him not O'Brien.
I could feel the tall, dark shadow standing a few feet away from me. I could sense some type of insecurity coming from him. It was probably my desperate brain trying to find anything that would make any other rational human being abort this mission. But not me. I went through so much already.
Tightening my jaw I forced my neck to bend down a little, so that I could catch a glimpse of what lay more then a few hundred feet below. The streets were crowded by tiny, dull colored dots. Cars were stuck in traffic,
Legacy of Ezio EpilogueAt last, Ezio could live his life in peace. He felt alive as he flew under the rain, something he enjoyed doing. He would lose himself in the rain, especially cold rain, which it was. Even more, he brought back the memories by flying with his cape, which was like a piece of him.Legacy of Ezio Epilogue by Agent36496
The forest in which he lived now, had recovered from a fire that spread along it. The rain really helped the process along. He lived in the area called Blythewold, which was a part of the kingdom Silverveil. It felt like the day before when he and his mate started living in a hollow of a nice fir tree.
Ezio lighted on a branch before leaping into the hollow. Upon seeing Ezio, the hatchling gave a start, but then was relieved, knowing that the owl with the one blind eye was the one raising her. Noticing the expression that quickly changed, Ezio hooted, “Sorry I keep startling you like that, Velia. I understand you have not adjusted to my disfiguration.”
“That was certainly a long trip, Ezio
Ten Million Eternities Ch. 3 (Sherlock x Reader)Ten Million Eternities Ch. 3 (Sherlock x Reader) by redlipstick444
You arrived at Saint Bartholomew's Hospital at around 1:00 pm. Receiving Sherlock's room number (after providing identification, and falsely claiming to be his cousin-in-law after a short altercation with the receptionist), you were on your way.
Making your way to the fourth floor, the one Sherlock was residing in, you took a deep breath.
You'd see him soon. In critical condition, but soon.
Turning on the second corner to your left, seeing Sherlock's room number straightaway from a distance of about 100 meters, you saw a figure heading your way.
A figure who's face you hadn't seen in eleven years, nor had heard it's voice.
He spotted you about three seconds after you spotted him, his face breaking out in surprise and a huge, genuine smile, despite the current circumstances. "(Y/N)," he said, slowly walking towards you, arms outstretched. "Oh my God."
You let yourself grip onto John and fall into his comforting and welcoming embrace. "Oh my God." he repeated, his voice soft
Red Letter Day -CHAP.03--JUSTICELEAGUE- "Will you stop checking your phone? You look like a girl who hasn't accepted that it was a one-time fling and is still expecting him to call."Red Letter Day -CHAP.03--JUSTICELEAGUE- by punkette180
I scowled across the bar at Newton. "Very funny."
I'd been pretty irritable the last few days, to say the least. And I had been obsessively checking my phone non-stop. I'd had to recharge it twice today already. But it wasn't exactly my fault. It had been a whole week since I'd given my number to Flash and he still hadn't called. The first few days I'd been happy and excited at the prospect of getting a call... which quickly depleted when it never came.
Had crime decided to take a break just as soon as I'd gotten mine? Or had Flash's whole nice guy act just been a complete ploy to get me off the Justice League's back? The idea had been tumbling round inside my head for the last several days and it was making me feel increasingly sour.
"Honey, if a man keeps you hanging then he's not worth it. Trust me."
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.
ConversationGive me a minute of your companyConversation by katamaris4ever
And I'll give you a lifetime of memories
We'll go on a verbal wanderlust
And get lost in the recollection of it all
I'll listen to you for as long as you need
If you're willing to do the same for me.
Let's talk of family and heartbreak
Betrayal, hope, and encouragement
About oxford commas and video games
Tasteful humor and depressing music
It doesn't matter what's on the table
As long as that opportunity exists.
I apologize if I come off too strong
Or too weak to make a change for myself
But the truth is I love the witty banter
The dry criticism and veiled compliments
Because in the end, all that I remember
Is the smile you all put on my face
And sometimes it ends abruptly
Blue in our faces with belligerent sorrow
Cashing in on our vulnerabilities
Realizing we weren't ready to speak
But understanding that next time we meet
We'll be fortified.
A friend is always loyal
And a brother born to help in time of need
So I'm glad I have a way to communicate
invitationyou have an invitation to connectioninvitation by wordturner
for some emotional DATA collection
at a much higher bandwidth
than the one you’re messin with
get real serious face to face
feel a powerful embrace
put down that app
robbing you blind
vacuuming your mind
your life is the book
searching for a nook
so answer the call
get out of the mall
exercise natural selection
you have an invitation to connection
human beingmeaning of lifehuman being by wordturner
life of meaning
tree of branches
branches of tree
me and you
you and me
seeing it through
through it seeing
perpetuatewe are all sexist,perpetuate by TheStoyTeller
I see a potential rapist in Shiva's eyes
and every blanket that left me,
left me bleeding, alone and naked.
I am a mountain,
stripped bare of its rocks and lime,
you said that you would travel the world
well maybe you will find me one day.
listen to the beat of the soles
and hearts as they hit the ground,
boys and girls, men and goddesses
fornicating with the dirt that I call home.
our bodies are not temples,
they're more like cardboard forts,
watch as the rain soaks them
and the wind tears them down.
My FallThe cool autumn breezeMy Fall by The-Most-Unclean
Brings back your fading memories.
The falling dried leaves
With innocent hearts breaking
The humble sun fades away
Clouds unsettled, but stay
They lend a few funereal tears
Our world cries in dismay.
But nothing lasts forever
Not the time
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.fought for recovery after i lost myself in battle by Rewrote
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
The EveryboysThe Everyboys fucked us over.The Everyboys by The-Feral-Gentleman
Average Joes with unrecognised talents,
Unachieved ambitions and unrequited romances.
Moral paragons with thuggish peers
Loveable losers with loving, albeit clueless, kin.
They saved the cheerleaders, sometimes the world.
We grew-up in as impotent templates of the Everyboys;
Waiting to be bitten by a radioactive spider,
Yearning to prove ourselves in a zombie-apocalypse,
Hoping to be the hero of a Kafkaesque parable.
But no owl ever dropped an invitation to Hogwarts
Down my chimney
And I've never pulled a sword from a stone.
Even if we did stop believing in the Jedi,
Adolescent superheroes, Witchcraft and Wizardry,
The world would suckerpunch us
Shaming our drab inadequacies with
Tales of decadence and newsfeeds of debauchery.
Taunting our lonsome lover's hearts
With starlets and pornographic superstars.
Sometimes you don't save the girl,
Sometimes you do save the girl
But she moves on to better men and brighter days,
Sometimes you do save the girl
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
Forbidden Part VIIKeep on TickingForbidden Part VII by BritishWriter
Twirling these ends have driven me mad
Knowing that you never called back
There wasn't a moment to make up
For you were done with us
I laughed knowing it was mental
Falling for you as hard as I did
You were never mine to grab
Never mine to want
You were meant to be afar
I need to keep moving
I didn't want to stop
I wanted to keep my heart alive
I need to tune up
Keep myself steady
For I choose to wait for no one
I kept on going
For there was no need to weep
No need to fade
I kept on working
I knew it was changing
These times are changin'
They're changing away!
Though it may change
I'll never stop-
Stop loving you even if you chose to forget
I have to keep on ticking
Keep on moving ahead
My battery won't last forever
But I'll make sure it never drains away
At RestLook around and see what's thereAt Rest by BritishWriter
Only a grey canvas-
there's no light to define our steps
We have no direction
No way to see
Where's the direction I need?
Lost among the ashes
The side of the road that no one sees
I run and run and it's all the same
There's nothing left but the smell of terrain
I gasp for air
Feel the fumes filling my lungs
There's nothing left but the stings and sighs
Someone help me
Let this pain leave
The stabbing, confusion and blindness I feel
Leave! Leave! For I cannot win
This fight is too much
Even I cannot win
Woe to me- for I am done
This pain has taken over
The sight of me is gone
There's no more to reach
The life is gone
I cannot fight anymore
There's no one to hold on for
I'm learning that time is ticking away
There's no more pain
The sea has settled down
The storm is done
This murdering is gone
For now I can sleep until there is no more dawn
Trust Me (Prologue)Trust me?Trust Me (Prologue) by BritishWriter
One step down
You soar away
All this wind and not one minute I feel afraid
Steady...here we go...
Jump! Spin! Let's go!
Don't give up!
I'm here at your side
You're free to fly
I'm here to catch your fall
I'm not going to give up
As long as you keep going
There's no need to fear
We're okay to go
I love you buddy...
Don't hold back
I'm here to guide us
Even if we're off track
It's only a matter of starting
There will be no end
The journey won't stop
Our life will keep going
Let's feel the sea
Reach for the stars
There's no limit to our power
Our power of love
The way life should be
A life full of ease
Among the ride of a lifetime
The reality of soaring free
For even the silence between the distance-
only brings happiness...
"And a friendship beyond time...a life without you would be no life at all"
CrackedI kept my heart in a house of glassCracked by The-Most-Unclean
To just be seen, but never be touched
You tried hard, you lied hard
To play me into breaking the glass
Your love was cold, emotionless
You liked bad boys
You loved my past
But you couldn't use me
The world blamed me
For hurting an innocent heart
The world couldn't see
I kept my distance
But still you came close enough
To crack my house of glass...
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtSome Broken People by Rifle1980
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
you're gonna rattle the starsThe crows keep telling meyou're gonna rattle the stars by Biasanti
who I should be,
what I should say,
where I should go,
how I should feel.
But I block out their noise,
put grass in my ears;
because I know that
though they want me to change,
they will always
stay the same.
Everyone is good, everyone is exemplaryIn Planet´s faceEveryone is good, everyone is exemplary by oviedomedina
nod and assent
hold up your reputation
nod and assent
save the children
nod and assent
aid the ailing elder
nod and assent
shoud they call always say yes
nod and assent
earn you halo your devil horns
nod and assent
be averagely unique
nod and assent
be uniquely standard
nod and assent
gain your good fame
nod and assent
gain your bad fame
nod and assent
gain any fame
nod and assent
never be tarnished
nod and assent
be a predictable rebel
nod and assent
be everyone and everybody
nod and assent
be the best among the bests
be a pride be a joy
nod and assent
just nod just nod
nod and assent
just be everyone and everyone
nod and assent
everybody and eveverybody
nod and assent
nod and assent
nod and assent
assent and assent
Assent and Assent
Hope is: Unburnt Toast for BreakfastI sigh - weary as the morning tries to wake meHope is: Unburnt Toast for Breakfast by shelleypalmer
And turn away but lift my heavy head,
I thought nothing in this world would ever break me,
My back is strong; my heart was weak instead.
Light patterns shift and sway as I breathe gently
Moving from the comfort in my bed,
Where last nights dreams are fading – incidentally
They were all of you and all the things you said.
I stumble from the bedroom and I have coffee
I look through a magazine that I have read,
I wonder what I’ve salvaged - what’s left of me?
To face days like this when I am made of lead.
A slice of toast with butter is like cardboard.
Why is the kitchen painted shades of red?
My mouth feels cloying, its annoying to eat food
That won’t go down, sticks in my throat instead.
Today is just like yesterday: sat here eating toast
I ride with it, I’m just taken where I’m led,
Sitting in the kitchen in the morning, feeling lost,
Crying in my coffee, tears needing to be shed.
Half the toast always l
Director's CutI choke on film grainsDirector's Cut by poetontherun001
and wash them down
with blank checks
after my waltz
with the director
until my feet grew
and the credits
into stage cues
all my names
and lifted me up
with old contracts
and black wigs
my curtain call
and I knew
that another soul
would be on
that wooden stage
in a white dress
some black gold
Wear And TearWear my poetry outWear And Tear by poetontherun001
like the family crucifix
and send it
to a strung out priest
for confession at sunset
feed the stanzas to
deadbeats in the park
with paper bags
and cheap liquor
cause this is
my line breaks
are unmarked graves
waiting to consume
the next generation
with new age ideas
from street artists
they've all joined
a traveling circus
shadowboxing with death
and displayed proudly
by the carnies
in dirty glass tombs
their bones are weak
ready to crack open
at any moment
for the audience
under a bleeding Sun
To That Poet On The RunHe’s a name without a faceTo That Poet On The Run by poetontherun001
hitchhiking along Route 66,
and getting drunk on motor oil
‘cause he’s run out of espresso.
They threw him outta’ town
for protesting factories
after they seized his notebook
and burned the last entry.
Lately, he spends his days
hiding behind paper napkin manuscripts
and one dollar decaf.
But I can tell
he’s still got a spark left
in his drink.
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid by axes4six
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
A MemoryI remember eating marshmallowsA Memory by IamA3Dpuzzle
roasted by candle
Dancing in the light
of your cell phone with our voices
making a tune at midnight
Days spent jumping, laughing,
Our feelings seemed connect
As did our hands intertwined
when we'd crossed a mess.
When we'd made our palms bleed
From swinging off trees,
Or when we dug a hole
To hide from the world
We spent snowy days in our shorts and bare feet
Just to see who could stand the heat of the burning freeze
And when I got too cold
you'd pick me up and run us home,
Rainy days were spent laying in puddles listening to the drops, getting soaked
And the sunniest were spent in swimsuits spraying each other with a hose
But every story has an end
So I lost my best friend...
What felt like death
When you left
Because every leaf kicked up in the fall...fell
and every raindrop to be caught...missed
every snowflake to be felt... melt
every flame to jump over in the summer sky...burned out
All these memories fall on my head;
Talking on your
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.
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