The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)Once upon,The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so back in time,
When creature, beast and bird and;
could all be shaped like human,
there was a little butterfly,
And as every buttefly
she would live for just one day;
and then die...
She met a boy,
the boy loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
He scared the little butterfly...
She found the owl, the wise owl,
To ask if true, to ask why
"You are just a butterfly,
It is true, by moon you die."
And it was true, so sad she'll die.
But gods were watching
from up, high,
A butterfly shouldn't cry
A butterfly should just live her life in joy,
A butterfly should just live her day in joy.
So the little was reborn,
As human now
would live and die,
A girl was born,
It was a present from the gods,
as I was told from teachers old.
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy felt,
He didn't speak,
in darkness cried
Loved her again,
Now was a girl,
A simple HeartHe remains bewildered before her calm eyes,A simple Heart20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sorry escaping his lips for the millionth time.
Yet with a shrug, she smiles and lets him know
it no longer mattered, he only broke a heart.
Truth or Dare scenarioThere was a stage in my highschool life, around when I was 16, when I really tried to fit in with the 'cool kids.' Yeah, we actually had clique crap in my high school. I never really fit in with any of them, as you might imagine. Anyway, one of my friends at the time (Haley) invited me to one of their parties.Truth or Dare scenario18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the expected underage drinking, drugs, sex-fueled nonsense I had always been warned about. Though the worst I participated in was in a round of truth or dare. Thankfully, my friend was there to defend me if things got a little weird.
The truth or dare worked by the stereotypical spin-the-bottle selection. The person would have to select truth or dare, and as it always went most of them were adventurous enough to select dare each time. Time progressed and I hadn't been given any interesting dares. It was then, my friend betrayed me when I was about to be given my fifth or so dare.
"You know Anna's really ticklish, right? Use that." Haley said, as I noticed she was little ti
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesThe Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl
i hate your love storiesand your tumblr aestheticsi hate your love stories6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your shit john green quotes
full of naivety and idealized concepts
of what romance is supposed to be.
i want to burn your paper towns
into a silver-spined grave looping
around the melted ink and torched page
and i want to shoot your gas balls
till they dive bomb the dust everyone
loves to proclaim as their aura.
and there is fault in our stars
'cause you believe you are one
and i'm sorry
but you're not even a setting sun;
forerunner of gatling gun stunners
you're more thief
(hiding) in the night (from life)
than ray of (shining) light (in the sky).
illusions of oasis making you look twice
when beauty becomes ugly--
beholding stare of immaturity;
eye maturing knowing nurturing hue
over letting nature torture you
is the best route for two.
Who we areWe are memoriesWho we are22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding in the shadows of pain
Searching for remedies
Falling down slowly with rain
We are music
Painting souls with life
We don't see
Burning to ashes
Singing like sirens
Seducing our enemies, we pray
Choosing paths for others, for us, we failed
Granting wishes for lovers, we pay
Getting behind liars, turning into fighters
We are memories
Lost fractures of hope
Magical beings created by love
Raised by angels and God
We are music
Created by sound of a thunder
Painted with blood of a hunter
We are who we are
We get back to the start
Where we begun
Forgotten children of the stars
Talk Dirty [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader] AUTalk Dirty [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader] AU13 hours ago in Humor More Like This
“Faith, turn down the damn music, would you?”
A typical Saturday morning at Resident Ackerman considered of pancakes, milk, coffee, cartoons, and often times, music from all eras blasting at full volume while three kids, hyped up on sugar danced about. Leon and Faith, being a little older now, only recently discovered that they had the power to actually develop their own taste in music and ventured the world of music. Of course, you were always their to supervise the content, but generally, they picked what they liked...and replayed their addiction of choice until Levi’s ears were sure to bleed.
This morning was not the morning to do this.
With laundry up to his ears, and you running much needed errands, Levi wanted to explode the television set currently blaring bullshit music throughout the house. But, when he glanced over at Leon, Faith and Matthias dancing their little hearts out, singing without a care in a world, his heart melted at t
grave flavorslove sunk in the terragrave flavors20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
clambering from rut
in a matter of notes
on the toes
twirling to tunes
that never rung
in the form of slick
legs and taut
devil, you're atwist
in the lungs
of young lovers
into the fluids
errant under functions
all these words
and let the bleed
on the tips
of trained tongues
that never sing
Old PoemThat one does notOld Poem7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a tragedy...
People think of
wars and weather
death and denial
but no -
it is deeper
in the human condition
which blots out
of a soul -
a cold which
in all places
is the norm
and life does not
where no warm words
reach the ears
and no flowers
the spring breezes...
Can not describe-
the frozen breath
on a journey,
once filled with
to be sure
of everything else...
for every road trip, past present and futurea long stretch of highway.for every road trip, past present and future16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
night, glittering against the road reflectors.
overhead, a plane roars to meet us.
he leans over to me. “want to race it?” he asks
and the girl in the front seat steps on the gas,
propelling us forward and forward
into the reaching blackness.
a plane eats miles like it’s a man just released off of a diet
and presented with a free buffet.
comparatively, a car eats them like a starving man
just given with a banquet but can only
stomach a leaf. there’s no chance we could possibly
outpace this plane. we cheer anyway.
we cheer not because we think we can win,
but because for a moment it feels like we can.
for a moment it is me and him and her and a
steering wheel and her and him and a destination
only half formed and an empty field and a thousand
stars in the sky and for a moment we’re
spinning faster than any of them, we’re flying too,
we’re balls of energy and light and heat, me
and him and her and him and him and her an
Frozen Heart (Steve x Reader) Part 3Frozen Heart (Steve x Reader) Part 323 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
‘I guess I can’t ask you again to forget what you have seen, can I?’
‘I won’t tell anyone, sir. I promise.’
Fury nodded, looking at you seriously as he led you through the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. You had left Steve with the medics and you hoped he was going to be okay.
‘The thing with promises is that people usually tend to break them. I’m going to need a lot more of you than just your word.’
‘Like what?’ you asked, swallowing hard. You didn’t have anything more to give him than your word.
‘Like your memory…’
‘My memory?’ you frowned, laughing softly, thinking Fury was joking. When he didn’t seem to think it was funny, your smile disappeared. You rubbed your hands together, starting to feel nervous again. ‘You can’t do that… can you?’
‘Let’s not discuss what I can and cannot do. The fact is that I don’t want to do it. I’d
POINTS GIVEAWAY: Closed--CLOSED--POINTS GIVEAWAY: Closed14 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1. How many siblings do you have (NOT counting yourself). If you're an only child, you can just say 0.
2. What is the age difference between your oldest sibling and your youngest sibling? For example, my oldest sibling is 24, and my youngest sibling is 12. So I would answer this question with the number "12". (Again, if you're an only child say 0 for this. If you're a twin/triplet/quadruplet/etc. and you were only born like ten or so minutes apart, also just say 0.)
Update: Sorry, this is now closed. Points have been given and thanks to everyone who participated!
vii.the sandglass keepsvii.20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the axis of its
[it never ends, does it. ]
Mr DeathStormy weather crawls up your spine,Mr Death22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cicadas play a dawn chorus.
Yet truth's painful melody
Is the final performance
Floating iridiscent between your eyes.
Though life is bitter
Take one last look,
Draw one last breath...
It all becomes as clear as zero.
Life was never a hero,
Just a pantomine villain
Hidden - until by his surprise,
The reality of it all
Was electrified out of its disguise
By that lonely figure
Who walks in every crowd,
The honest one of all:
AddictionYou will fall in love with a boy who overuses the word ‘fate’ but never the word ‘luck’. When he first locks eyes with you outside a packed bar, where the drinks are over-priced and the silence under-rated, he will worry at his lips in a way that will mean you never notice his eyes, his hair, his anything else. This pair of chapped thin lips will ghost towards you, a flash of ivory enamel, a hint of velvet red gums. You will watch them curve and curl into slightly differentiated shapes, a will o’ wisp of words barely audible over the background hum of your friends, buzzing like wasps, on the other side of the door. And you will smell smoke, and didn’t mother tell you where there’s smoke there’s fire. Only then will you notice the cigarette crumbling between long spider fingers, disintegrating into a fine ashen cloud of overcast-january-sky-grey. But he never moves it to his mouth, leaves it to dissipate in slow spiralling streams. And thoAddiction8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Surprising Similarities I just watched Rhett and Links ear biscuit with Markiplier, and I have to say, I was nearly in tears. I was surprised to find myself sniffling and wiping away the moisture before it could roll down my cheeks, due to the fact that I was sitting at the table with my siblings across the room. I wasn't expecting...well, I don't know what I had expected. I knew they were going to talk with Mark, but I didn't know what they'd talk about. I laughed along with them as they spoke of their childhoods, of Mark as he swung on his vine in the forest, of his poor friend who landed in the thorn bushes when his vine snapped at its highest point. I laughed as they told of the porn tapes they found, though they had no idea what they were in the first place. I laughed as Mark told of how he ripped out the film to try and see what the video was, and then failed after realizing he had broke it.Surprising Similarities15 hours ago in Letters More Like This
But I also nearly cried when Mark started talking about his hot sauce challenges. He
Steve x Reader |Negotium| Steve x Reader |Negotium| 22 hours ago in Drama More Like This
~*~Year 6; 4 Months~*~
It was quieter around the house. But that was expected. Nobody thought things would be the same. There wouldn’t be a return to normalcy; She was gone. And she wasn’t going to come back. James’ other half, the love of Steve and (Name)’s life.
(Name) sighed heavily, closing the door to the refrigerator, sandwich ingredients in hand. The door shut numbly behind her, leaving her to make lunch for her boys. Steve was somewhere else, in the storeroom, last she checked. James was reading quietly in the living area, much more silent that usual. If she was here, they’d be running around the flat, laughing.
The sandwiches were made, placed on plates, and set out. Bread and things went back into the fridge, and the meal set out silently on the table. With a heavy heart, she pressed a smile onto her lips, turning to the den and calling out to James.
“It’s time for lunch, baby.” She said softly, and he nodded, closing th
OneDon't think that it's your fault, when a blade meets my skinOne13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And don't think that you have done wrong every time I give in.
Because the truth is that you are the only reason I live
What you deserve, I wish I could give.
But never will I be a good man
I haven't been strong since this nightmare began.
Since I changed and my will was lost
I can't come back from the line that I've crossed.
But your love is the reason that I still try
To become a man that never makes you cry.
To become someone greater than I am today
A man that can wash all of your heartache away.
A girl like you doesn't deserve to feel pain
So the impossible, I must obtain.
The will and strength to stay away from the grave
And to give back ten times the love that you gave.
On my own, I could never stand
So when you see me on the ground, will you take my hand?
And pull me up and into your embrace?
I will be the man I was again, once I feel your love's grace.
Because if I'm alone, all that I can do is run
But I can be strong
Things I NeverA father,Things I Never1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Strange HouseIsolated in this houseStrange House7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head is soon going to explode
I have the impression that the house spies on me
Isolated in this house
I am a madwoman or a paranoiac
I do not know
I am not alone here
A bad thing is with me
Take Me To A Place Where There's No LightMy dear, take me to a place where there's no light.Take Me To A Place Where There's No Light13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a place where the darkness will conceal your beauty.
To shroud you in majestic mystery.
My dear, take me to a place where the light won't hold sway.
Where each touch is cold as ice.
Where your words are a whisper's breath.
My dear, let us close the gates of light, for only then may our love truly burn bright.
Sorry, but this...|| Levi x Reader || AUSorry, but this...|| Levi x Reader || AU12 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cleaning was one of Levi’s enjoyed activities, other than hitting a bratty Jaeger around and cuddling on the sofa with you.
You were usually willing to help him out with the cleaning, reluctantly getting up at seven to help him clean the kitchen, or shovel snow off the driveway so the two of you could get to work. You didn’t mind cleaning, but you would have preferred doing something else, such as playing games, watching movies or sleeping in. And not get yelled at for missing a tiny micro-molecule of dust on the kitchen counter, or whatever.
“[Name], have you seen my duster?” Levi yelled, his voice paired with the sound of his feet storming down the stairs.
“No,” you called back, as you placed your feet up on the sofa. Such a liar you were, since the duster was only hidden underneath the pillow your head was resting upon.
You hoped to hell that you would never have to hold a duster again, at seven in the morning. The two of you had