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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 Flawed18 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 Widow11 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 kissed8 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 Checkmate12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

-* Forever Founded *-* F.A.C.E. X Little!Reader *-

Tears began to form, as the young [Name] searched anxiously for her mother in the vast park. The poor little one had been searching for her for quite a while, and the sun was already beginning to set. With the girl under a large tree, [Name] sat in defeat, with legs pulled close to her petite body.

"Mommy," she choked out, as her tears finally created a stream down her delicate face.

[Name] never felt so alone without her dear mother. It was so unusual for this to happen, she was always with [Name]. But then during their playful game of hide and seek, the amused daughter turned curious why her mother couldn't find her sooner after 10-20 min-* Forever Founded *-* F.A.C.E. X Little!Reader *-1 day ago in Short Stories

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 underwater16 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 FAQ16 hours ago in Profiles

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 strSpellbound6 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 Killers14 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 Haze15 hours ago in Free Verse

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.layers16 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- Twins15 hours ago in Short Stories

I look for youAfter a laugh so sincere
Then the moment is finished, my face turns serious
And in that grimace
I wish you'd have been there.
I know that you can't be but I still look for you.

When I log on
And sift through the messages, looking for anything
To just fill the precipice,
Nothing else will do.
I know you won't be there but I still look for you.

When I make a decision
And you're the first person I trust and envision
I'm wanting to share
But I look, you're not there.
I know that you won't be but I still look for you.

When I'm doing mundane things
Like walking the dog
Or surfing the internet
Or eating popcorn
Or watching my show.
You'reI look for you23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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 - 200117 hours ago in Articles & Interviews

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 Room18 hours ago in Short Stories

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 Writing7 hours ago in Free Verse

slit7 hours ago in Free Verse

98% are bastards XD15 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Storm of Feelings - When you fall in love...

With each new hour given to us things started to become more complicated. The meetings with the councilors were constantly being moved despite the effort of Lord Solitude who was trying to help us as good as he could. To make it worse it has been confirmed that our state in the Free Marshes would be longer than expected.

Long before our departure Corvus was stubbornly telling me and my sister that our titles would mean nothing to the Subjects of the Free Marshes who managed to separate our great Kingdom. Not that we would not be aware of it. Since me being banished into the Moon Celestia tried to reunited the two great lands into its former Storm of Feelings - When you fall in love...19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

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 111 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 Linda21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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 - GreecexReaderxTurkey11 hours ago in Short Stories

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