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I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
But surely
I am flawed.

I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.

I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.

Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.

Regardless,
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
I
am
flawed.I Am Flawed20 hours ago in Free Verse

The WidowHow peacefully he sleeps
upon soft, silken sheets
as I bend down to kiss
the warmth from his lips.

So softly he moans
and whispers his final breath
so regal and angelic he looks in death.
I gently caress his curled, auburn hair
praying for the angels to take him in their care.

So peacefully he sleeps
upon soft, silken sheets
and I savour the taste
of his last, warm breath

What God has in sacred marriage
bound
may only be parted in death...The Widow14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

For every boy I ever kissedi.

you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.

ii.

you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.

iii.

you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.

iv.

you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).

v.

eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us agaiFor every boy I ever kissed11 hours ago in Free Verse

Wonderland's CheckmateWhen Wonderland comes tumbling down, who is left to raise it up tall?
The flowers have stopped their singing, and the children can only cry,
So our dear Alice shall dive into the fanciful minds to prove once and for all,
Even forgotten memories can touch their wings to a forlorn sky.

Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.

The cards have all been shuffled; the die has been cast,
The castle walls have slowly been melting
And the summer’s moon sWonderland's Checkmate15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

SpellboundI am not enchanted.

The dreams come
but they are not dreams at all
and I am not asleep.

Your hand sliding up my thigh
and your groan slicks itself onto my neck,
embeds itself into my skin.

I wear the remnants
of your ecstasy in my flesh still.
It crawls when any other nears it.

It came to be that your bed-side clock
replaced my fearful heartbeat
as I laid in stasis and hoped -

for a passing; of time, of fingers, of life.
I cannot sleep with ticking in my ear anymore
I don't think of time running out, but of paralysis.

I think of lapses of concentration,
of tongues,
of temperaments.

I think of those slow burning moments
that strSpellbound9 hours ago in Free Verse

breathing underwaterbreathing underwater

i will never drown, darling -
the summer moon will carry me
beyond the abyss within the great sunken layers
.lies the answer

a small blossom’s heart born
of all things yellow, warming frost-
bitten feet perpetually treading water.

(ice (lava) rock)
and the sunlit foam kisses the warrior’s shores ...

i will never drown again darling, and you,
you, will float on.

-SophieCT, June 2013breathing underwater18 hours ago in Free Verse

Suicide KillersHatred filtered through the hiss of steam
Ears deafened from the high-pitched scream
Agony streams liquid fire from the sky
A guided missile in a blood-stained eye
Death dances lightly with eerie grace
Tap-dancing over each upturned face
Fools impaled on blood-soaked rods
All in the name of their so-called Gods
And the devil laughs in endless glee
At the glorious stupidity of humanitySuicide Killers16 hours ago in Free Verse

Puffs of Smokey HazeA soul as sweet as blood red jam, with his cocaine heart stays as he prays and says the fumes amuses

Him, above from the silence the lurking puffs of smokey haze lingers in the fire of my loins, as my mind

Drifts and floats as the indulgence makes my eyes burn, as they disappear with the curse of my tears,

Blind sighted I have become to fall in the cauldron of mixed portions of love, my being dares for such a

Dreaded cleansing, for he was my other half of creeping insanity, I have succumbed to the realms of my

Dreams, but they have crept through time into my world of reality…...Puffs of Smokey Haze17 hours ago in Free Verse

Smexy FAQCan he get people pregnant?
No, he cannot get the typical human pregnant, it’s like the whole fucking a horse and expecting a centaur thing, it just doesn’t work that way. In fact being a different species from humans, his frequent raping of us could almost be considered something like bestiality among his species.

Is he single?
Technically, he actually isn’t, in fact he’s married, multiple times.
Being the horny rapist that he is, he holds the concepts of relationships such as marriage in such low regard, that all the times he was proposed to, he accepted, seeing the whole thing as less of a binding contract of suSmexy FAQ19 hours ago in Profiles

layersi’ve wrapped up silly things in my heart
like pictures and scribbles
old scarves and poems
songs and magazine snippets
typewriter fonts and skeleton keys
favourite pens and flower petals
droplets of tea and cookie crumbs
gritty bits of sand and popsicle sticks
and you,
you’re there too.layers19 hours ago in Free Verse

MUSLIMS Condemning TERRORISM - 2001Scholars and Leaders of Islamic Movements Condemn 9/11 Attacks

Year: 2001

The American Muslim Political Coordination Council (AMPCC):
American Muslims utterly condemn what are apparently vicious and cowardly acts of terrorism against innocent civilians. We join with all Americans in calling for the swift apprehension and punishment of the perpetrators. No political cause could ever be assisted by such immoral acts.
September 11, 2001, Washington D.C.

The American Muslim Alliance (AMA) Condemns Terrorist Attack:
Dr. Agha Saeed, the National Chair of the American Muslim Alliance: “These attacks are against both divine and human laws anMUSLIMS Condemning TERRORISM - 200120 hours ago in Articles & Interviews

Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.

I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.

I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.

English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.

Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my inWhy I Stopped Writing10 hours ago in Free Verse

slit10 hours ago in Free Verse

ReaderxGrell- Twins

“No way in Hell Sutcliff.” You felt your eye twitch a bit at the item your flamboyant friend had in his hands.

The Red headed reaper laughed at your expression and rubbed his cheek against yours.

“Aww, come on (your name), you’ll look absolutely adorable darling~!” He smiled at you showing off his shark like teeth as he gently nudged you with his shoulder.

You shook your head in a negative response as you felt a blush creep onto your face, crossing your arms and giving a little huff.

He always did stuff like this to you, trying to dress you up in ridiculous items and articles of clothing gushing on and on aboReaderxGrell- Twins17 hours ago in Short Stories

Love Of Two Parte 1El Amor según el método científico es una simple emoción del cerebro, pero realmente estoy descubriendo que es algo más... realmente Isabella me está haciendo sentir cosas inexplicables... emociones que jamás imagine tener... Y creo que es... Amor....

Flash Back...

Isabella jugaba con aquellas luciérnagas del rio para obtener su insignia numero 124... Entonces tomo mi mano para conducirme a un lugar más despejado y sentí..... Sentí algo totalmente nuevo para mí...

Isabella: Ven phineas, ayúdame a atraparla

Phineas: E-esta-bi-bien

Entonces Isabella Love Of Two Parte 114 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

LindaI’m not what you would call a special woman - I live in a small town, with my husband, have an ordinary job and live an ordinary wife. In one way, however, I guess you could say I have an extraordinary life - because every midsummer’s day, I seem to get robbed in my own house. I don’t know what I do to deserve it, but that’s what happens.

I still remember the first year it happened - we had just moved into the house, with my daughter who was then about twelve, and she had gone to a friend’s house while my husband was out to work. I was taking the day off, doing some things around the house, and in those days Linda1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

My last 6 words before death My last 6 words before death

The money is hidden in the

-SophieCT, 19 june 2013My last 6 words before death 11 hours ago in Free Verse

98% are bastards XD17 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Breaking BoundariesI want to destroy the lines dividing the sea and sky
The stars and the salt water should swirl together
Like a soupBreaking Boundaries20 hours ago in Free Verse

Empty Room 'I guess I'm a record you're tired of, I guess we're just older now'
- Keane.
'It would tear me in two if I see you with someone else;
cut out my eyes and leave me blind'
- Hurts.

I slam the front door shut aggressively and lean against it. Completely crushed inside. I clench my eyes shut angrily and tighten my fists. I can’t believe it. It’s over. TEmpty Room21 hours ago in Short Stories

You're Mine - GreecexReaderxTurkey “It's about time you guys got here,” Alfred said when he opened the door. “The party started an hour ago!”
“Yeah, sorry about that, Al,” I answer, towing a sleepy Heracles behind me. “Someone fell asleep.” I rolled my eyes, dragging my boyfriend by the shirt collar to an empty couch. Sitting down, I looked around at the party commencing around me. It was pretty hectic. Matthew, Arthur, Vash, and Lili were standing near the refreshment table, listening to Roderich play the piano. Yao was pouting like a baby, seeing as how he just lost an arm wrestling contest with Sadiq. Elizaveta and BellaYou're Mine - GreecexReaderxTurkey14 hours ago in Short Stories

Rising from Rock Bottom

What more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings?
Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?

What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken.
Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.

Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high
and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.

Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread,
while loving you with each and every step.

For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet
and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.Rising from Rock Bottom15 hours ago in Free Verse

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