#plottwist
Two random strangers
Dance the entire night away —
The final clock strikes; tongues
Twist together; _knotted into one_
Afterwards their masks come off,
__Underneath:__ a bully… and the boy
she always bullied, _for fun_
__Happy New Year’s.__
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
shoot for the moon
because even if you miss
you'll land among the stars
and then come hurdling back to earth
like an asteroid
well
either that or die of asphyxiation
actually i don't know what would happen
i'm no space expert
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
Her eyes blossom like a fresh pink bud in the sweet spring
She slinks from her casket like a black cat becoming resident of the shadows
Her fangs emerge gleaming like white sand belonging to paradise
She is ready to feed
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
I go to bed
I wake up.
Every morning, you're still sleeping.
I watch the night
I keep the day
To keep our nostrils breathing.
The lights are on
Water is flowing
The nurture and nourishment I gave...
I turn over
Every morning
You're still sleeping in your grave!
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
The narcissistic urge flips eggs now.
Our ex-veteran father-figure gets a hamster, calls it Snuffles.
The thing you don’t know until the end of the script of the Tarantino-twist is that our protagonist sits
rocking back and forth in
a barren room inside a strait-jacket.
Meanwhile, our enemy shouts
something along the lines of:
"grab a spoon
I hope they don’t wash their hands"
The stones fallen off their strings,
gunshots hotwire themselves away from
a dubstep kind of drilling, the pipe dream
of an intimate email relationship.
Shout again,
"I hope you never feel those clammy hands.
Blaarghh"
Your diner eggs stink
I chucked up
In the kitchen bin.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Disclaimer: I did this as a creative rewrite for one of my university lit courses, and all the inspiration and quotes belong to Robert Browning the original writer of "My Last Duchess"
HIS LAST DUCHESS
ARRIVEDERCI
_“That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive.”_ (I’m not)
Alas! Me, “a wonder.” He calls.
Now wretchedly refined and pasteurized.
To be consumed, now, for genteel eyes.
Pity! Should you ever see me roll mine.
Behind those curtains, you might have been surprised
To see my countenance whimpering
At you Sir; and seething, at _Him._
Must you not be fooled by that sickly decorum
Upon which his manly pride resides.
The Duke—what rich talent in envy he has,
And of pithy idiosyncrasies! Pardon me now
As I speak of his infamies: Is it not,
Too preposterous of a Duke, to sulk
And take offense, over a blush?
(As if the blush was his to wield and shun.)
Am I not allowed to flush _at all?_
And must I be ashamed of being swooned
By the casual offers of life’s grandiosities?
Each and every, dropping of the daylight,
Ripen cherries in May and chivalrous gentlemen,
my dear white mule; must I then weep
at them all, only to prove my fancy for him.
And when does gracious gratitude itself
become in vain: a finite honour—
deemed excessive elsewhere?
Never had he plucked me out, for censure,
Before he gave commands, I knew he did
To pluck the smile out of my face.
Utterly clueless—he thought I was
To find myself throttled, for immodesty.
A wife, an appendage to a Duke,
Loosely felled, to stroke a green-eyed ego.
My fault it seems, is a mere generosity
Of affection: falsely opined, if not
Misread, to fare a defect of temperament,
A chronic malady, doth be cured by death.
To cement the farce he will, soon, bring you
Downstairs to meet a friend. (a fiend)
A prized possession: Neptune, taming a sea-horse.
His hubris incarnate, cast in bronze.
But you must know the truth, for the sea-horse
Did not perish for naught, she is freed from him
At last.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
there once was a girl
she wasn't as she seemed
she was kind, sweet, superbly smart and had a massive sweet tooth
There was a boy
he was exactly as he seemed
polar opposite of the girl
rude, failing grades, hated sweets in all forms
but they came together one day
it was like the stars aligned for them
it was a sudden connection
he was sweet to her
and she was amazing to him
he wanted to know everything about her
he wanted to feel the form of her body
he wanted to be in her mind
he wanted to know how a heart,
so broken and crushed
could still love
she wanted to know how someone
as amazing, sweet, and beautiful as he,
could love a broken girl like her.
she wasn't like other girls
she learned from the pain
she learned to never let it bug you
she has only told her story once
about all the madness behind the beauty
they finally got together
oh what a pair they were
the human body has 2 ears
2 eyes
and 2 lips
and 1 heart
she believed it was because the heart was independent
he believed it was because we were meant to find the other half
she broke him
the firey eyes he once had
were now burned out.
she said it was because she lost feelings
but you see the thing is
if you truly love someone,
how do you just stop loving them?
how do you wake up one day and decide you are no longer in love?
how do you leave the person who has been there for you
he never understood why she left him
he thought she was a flame
a flame to join his flaming heart
but what he didn't know
was that she was the bucket of water
to put out his burning heart.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
One day, I'll see you standing
there at the altar; to me, you'll be facing.
It's not just any ordinary day,
my wedding vow I will say;
looking at you, facing to my side,
"You may now kiss the bride."
Happily you said.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Glancing to your left
Your eyes focus on the familiar sight of your girlfriend
Driving away from the sunset and toward the house you both own
You pass the abandoned houses until you reach the best-looking one
You take your bag from the car
Step inside the home
The light coming through the ceiling
Familiar pets scurrying along the floor
You lay your sleeping bag on the hard floor next to each other
The white lead paint peels from the walls
And you hold onto your future wife
You look through the holes in the ceiling to the stars above you
Glancing to your right there is a pile of needles
The scurrying mice from before greeting you
And nest in your past girlfriend's hair across the room
Your girlfriend doesn't know what she has gotten herself into
Until she sees the knife you have against her throat.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
You and I were never meant to be friends
And I refuse to believe that
You will continue to care for me in the future
My hope is one day,
You will be forgotten
Don't you ever think that
You'll always be a part of my life
Don't you know that
Being a friend to you gave me sufferings
You are wrong if you believe that
I have cherished you all these time
My love was never real
It is foolish to think that
You have been my friend
Ever since then.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
It's dark
It's cold
It's damp
It's empty
No.
It's gloomy, no light of any kind
Heat extinguished, just like hope
Dense, choking air, a sense of dread
Nought but the sound of breath and a beating heart.
No
Fog shrouding the area, blurring lamps flickering, wavering
Rustling leaves and fear, like ice pouring through veins
Rotting, decaying wood stench filters through the air
Blurred shapes, thunderous drumbeats and hasty exhalations
Once again I've fallen asleep in the shed
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
I’ve been in every angle of love.
Love is not good.
It doesn’t matter which viewer you are,
It’s just not good.
I’ve been the one who gives,
I’ve been the one who receives,
I’ve been the the one who gives and receives,
I’ve even been the outsider.
And none of them feel good.
Now I’m with someone that,
For the first time,
Embraces more than I do.
And it’s funny, because I don’t love him.
I like him,
But I don’t love him.
And I don’t know why.
Whenever he searches for my hand to hold,
I smirk,
Or when looks at me, asking for a kiss with his eyes,
I melt.
And when we sleep together
It’s never for ***
It’ll never be for ***
We only go to bed when we want to go to sleep.
And when he puts his arms around me,
And lies his head on the back of my neck,
I grab his hand, and fall asleep.
Now I’m a huge snorter,
I snore in my sleep,
Pretty badly by the way.
But I never snorted when I slept with him.
And it’s funny how my soul doesn’t burn when he comes to my mind,
Instead it reboots and buffers around,
searching for something that’s missing.
The love and passion that I have for another man.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
I love spicy food.
Chips and dips
And chips in dips.
God bless hot sauce!
I would always go for the spicy option.
Yeah, I'm one of those weirdos;
The ones who love the slight sting it leaves
just like how it feel
to kiss those lips of yours
but I still slurp every word, nay,
every lie that comes out of it.
Your warmth comforts me even in the summers.
Even in the summer
when you told me
you didn't feel the same way anymore.
Maybe I should consider switching to mild sauce.
It may not be as exciting
but, at least, it won't burn off my lips.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
afraid to peep inside
of who it might be
staring back
into my hazel eyes
could my innocent youth be harsh-fully swept away
if it was my mother whose eyes id have to face?
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
where my ears start to ring with echoes of heavy sobs that soon shred into weeps
whose funeral might this be?
was it possible that my late night bawling to god, to place that husband of hers under the rug, had finally been done?
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
when my mind immediately hits the ***
might this be the ceremony
to sendoff ,the person with whom i shared my soul?
might the bag of deceased bones
belong to the person
death was too afraid to take,
because of the ecstasy we both did generate?
would this ceremony actually be, my worst nightmare to come true?
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
i am suddenly held hostage inside my own brain, forced to see all the nights id been swept away,
under the wings of insomnia
where id been dipped into a deception
making the sky seem like perfect company, in a romantic way
and the moon my dearest friend, in the best of ways
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
im fed up of being at this ceremony
i now want to leave
the place however
starts to fill with mobs
and never ending sobs
i see my parents greeting guests
and i see my best friend trying hardest to not break
for gods sake whose loss is being grieved in this hollow place
i stumble as i walk upon the open grave
filled with angry puzzles to piece
tears of all these eyes are by now enough, to create an ocean inside this place
an ocean however that i can not cleanse myself in to be saved
i am standing beside a hole where my soulless body lays
and soon i start to realize
ive been a tourist in my own grave
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
What if
Death is alive?
Sorry, I must have confused you there.
No, I mean Death is anthropomorphic
Invisible to us
But everything it touches
Dies along with its name.
Scary, or sad?
Think about it
He couldn't even touch plants, anything!
Even metals rust
When his hands touched them.
For me, that's sad.
But think about this one for a second.
What if one day
Death falls in love with Life
And he decides that he wants to touch her
For the first and the last time
In forever?
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
Nung araw na nagtapat ako
Totoo ba yung sinabi mo?
Nalaman ng buong klase
Alam mo bang nasaktan rin ako?
Kinabukasan nagulat ako dahil di nagbago ang tingin mo
Kahit na inaasar ka ng mga barkada mo
Nilapitan mo pa nga ako
Ngunit ako 'tong si tanga na umiwas sayo
Ilang araw ang nakalipas
Patuloy pa rin ako sa pag iwas
Pilit nila tayong pinag usap
Ngunit ayoko pa ring kumalas
Sa bawat paglapit mo saakin
Mas lalong naguguluhan ang aking damdamin
Bakit ba patuloy mo pa rin akong pinapansin?
Kung sinabi mo nang wala kang pakialam sa'kin
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
After my so-called Prince Charming kissed me to life
My story ended, and no one thought twice
My life was what every girl envied
But nobody saw us behind closed doors
I was the princess and he was the prince, doesn't that sound nice?
Too bad there's no such thing as a happy ending, unless you pay the price.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
Some people believe that dreams warn us
Others believe that its depictions of your subconscious
I had a dream of of our lips pressed against each other
Me laid under you,
Watching your lips curl up with every touch
But then you started chasing me
The look on your face was not the same
The tension was heavier
The knife was sharper
I woke up in fear
**And turned over in bed
To see the same smile I fell in love with**
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Anger, Sorrow, Happiness, Jealousy
Gears of my personality
Rotating in the commotion
Shifts in the air making it hard to breathe
Leaving should be easy but
Makes me queasy
Felt the warmth radiate off you,
Hands touching the skin on my cheek,
Your voice vibrating through my body
"YOUR MY *****
The thought of him makes me itch
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC