The BoyOnce upon,The Boy9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so back in time,
I met a boy
so fun, so bright
He made me laugh,
he span me round
We got on well
Oh dear! What a sound!
But he was gone
No feelings hurt,
was just a flirt
All was well,
friends we still were
But gods were watching
so cruel, so naughty
the boy I met once again
this time to be more than flirt
He was happy
and so was I,
such a joy
hard to come by
He whispered softly,
made me dream
And what a dream,
it was to be
He made me hope
and long and care
as long as it lasted
Oh gods! I dare!
But gods were cruel
and he was gone
No time to spare,
I was a heft,
the hope crashed,
the dream; it burned
This time it hurt,
no more a flirt,
the darkness came
and tears; such shame
I saw him again,
in the arms of another
Words cannot tell
how I recovered
Years went by,
the boy was gone
But gods were watching,
we couldn't move on
A present they gave
to our hearts both
our paths crossed
our fates; one oath
once again the boy I met
he had grown; now a man
this time he's different
and emptiness is a kind of cagequestions,and emptiness is a kind of cage1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
nights under the sky
and the dark feels so small.
like the constellations are nets
that cage and pull you close
while you run the midnight circle;
burning, burning with desire
(it's hard to tell
which is which
so many questions
on the sidewalks,
at the edges of everything;
a cacophony of shame
behind your lips
and you reel,
that echo in the night
and beat with the wind
all hollow inside,
a faltering halt
of an answer that glimmers
in the dark.
6 Steps to Creating a Great Antagonist6 Steps to Creating a Great Antagonist6 Steps to Creating a Great Antagonist6 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 4 “The Antagonist”
With Links to Supplementary Material
So you now have your Protagonist up and ready to go. The next step is to create a great Antagonist that will help provide a dynamic story. I've talked about specific types of antagonists—Villains and Mons
anarchistThe gray dove cries, "Coup, coup!"anarchist20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ShyHiShy19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That’s not right
My mother tells me
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
How can I say anything
When those words are choked by
My conscience rewriting
Words before I say them?
This internal struggle
A war between spontaneity
And getting the congress in my head
To decide what to say next
I wish what I think could be
Spread out on the big screen
Easily read by those who falter
Somehow thoughts transfer
Faster through my fingers
Than they do my brain
And perhaps that’s why my piano and I
Are such good friends
I’d rather be swimming in open water
Than be caught in a sea of people
They sense fear
Don’t say something stupid
Don’t draw attention
Don’t say anything at all
I was five
Holding my father’s hand
Hiding behind him
She’s just shy
Saying thank you was like
Giving a speech
But giving a speech would
Be preferable to being in a room
Of people I didn&
viii.the pen isviii.21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
then the sword.
that cannot be
sticks and stones
your bones are broken. and my
hands are dripping,
Fuck A TitleFuck a titleFuck A Title1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fuck a bitch
Suck my motherfucking rock hard dick
Shit! Shit! I need to take a piss
This be like my motherfucking "CensorShit."
Diss the censor's that protect the kids
I say fuck that!
Let em' listen to Shadow rape a chick
Why do ya care?
I'm just cussing a little bit
Sit down and grab a chair
I'm here to rap
Hear, listen to Slim Shady LP in your ear
My rap time is near
I've come so far
Cum so far
Yeah, I aimed at the wall o'er there
I need to clean
I need to see
That life cant kill Shadow here
dawn's dew (#1)your hair is a susurrant reminderdawn's dew (#1)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of last night's serenades
into my pillowcase.
a journey from sleep till wake,
we mutter the choruses
of aubade in the morning
as we link our fingers together
and mutter sweet everythings
onto the wet edges of our lips
before you disappear
into the rise
and fall of dawn.
[#1] i love...(or, at least, i'm trying to)getting me to compliment myself is like[#1] i love...(or, at least, i'm trying to)8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
shoving your fingers down my throat
i want to vomit glitter
but i'm afraid all that will come out is
(which is probably why i was
anorexic and not
because it's easier for me to
bottle up and
than throw up all that is ugly
for all of the world to see)
it's hard to show you all of my scars and
tell you that i love them
because i don't
i love the fact that i can
cut my hair with confidence and not
care if i mess it up
because it's just hair and
it'll grow back, anyway.
i love how soft my skin is
because it's nice to hug someone
smooth and velvet
and i like to be close with others
i enjoy cradling and
seeing people when they're
sad and angry and scared
(there's a lot of beauty in raw humanity, you know).
i love giving out comfort
feeling of safety
--though oddly enough
my hands and feet
are always cold
but i love that about myself, too
because i can slip my fingers under
Roses and CoffeeMasarm takes his coffee blackRoses and Coffee12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the collar of his favourite shirt
and the shadow of childhood;
Sally tempers the tartness of taste
with salt and sugar-crusted
petals of roses in her cup.
When he's angry, Masarm
burns fiercely, a brooding
that bites only himself, and Sally,
when she's angry, spits
acid and flings plates
that shatter over his head.
Still, somehow it's always Masarm
who sends flowers; Masarm
who swallows down the bitterness.
The Deathlist (LevixReader) AU!The Deathlist (LevixReader) AU!20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What to do today. Oh what to do today." A young woman said as she walked down the streets of Washington D.C. She twirled the (color) hair that came loose from her black hat. Who was this woman? What was she up to?
Slowly she climbed the steps of the large building and looked up at the sign. THE SURVEY CORPS. Also known as the SC, this is where this woman was walking. She walked through the spinning doors and into the lobby filled with ladies in dresses and men in suits with pressed ties. Everyone watched the oddly strange woman in the top hat and black cloak go to the check in desk.
"Name please miss." The woman said behind a panel of glass. The woman smiled from under her hat and looked up at the woman with fierce (color) eyes.
"(name). (name) (l/name)." The woman said before walking back into the middle of the room.
She set down her small, decorative cane on the floor and then gently took off her hat so that she would
a poem based on a true storyGranted, begging the sky to love us is its own audience (the begging, not the sky),a poem based on a true story14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what is with this silence?
My complaints for the intelligent designer are more or less about expiration dates;
still I'd ask for my hills back
or at least that moment they stretch and roll in the spotlight,
and that forest-fire dusk that's really a crowd waiting to see me on the other side.
And if you're there, if you're reading this,
thank you for the sound of cars, for the chatter of birds,
for that day after the results came back when I finally understood what you meant
about being surrounded and massacred by music.
And I suppose nevertheless in some sense we will make it.
Survival is what we do.
Even the two fallen Beatles are haunting this poem.
I am terrified of living forever, and terrified of dying soon, so forgive me for not picking a team in your holy war.
But if I die in the middle of this, or fuck it in the next few months,
it was all lies and metaphors and my ghost will deny everything.
Babysitterstuck JohnBabysitterstuck JohnBabysitterstuck John22 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man who opened the door was smoking a pipe and wearing a fedora.
He smiled and took the pipe out of his mouth,"ah (f/n), come in."
You walk into the house and are hit by the smell of baking.
He walks you into the kitchen and you see a little girl sitting at the kitchen table and reading a cookbook.
"This is Jane. Jane, this is (f/n)."
The girl looks up at you with light blue eyes and smiles, her dark black hair falling around her round cheeks,"hello!"
Her father smiles,"her brother John will be home in a few hours. You can leave then, just tell him the money for you is under the safe."
He walks into a room and come back out a few moments later
He smiles pridefully,"he can lift the safe. He's so strong, I'm very proud of him."
He grabs a suitcase and walks out the back door.
You sit next to Jane,"so what do you like to do Jane?"
She grins,"I like baking!"
"What do you like to bake?"
"Anything with my ez bake oven!" She looks so happy as she gets up a
Poetry is SaneMy head splits open, crammed full as it isPoetry is Sane16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With heaven I have squished in confined space.
I am all logic, understanding this:
That finite worlds are mine now to embrace.
But come the muses, here to give me earth;
To rescue me from living dissonance,
And in the great expanse of art give birth
To raucous joys and star-strewn infinites.
For ere I climb Parnassus, I am healed;
My mind may dwell in matter, but my soul?
It is not held for ransom, nor revealed
To mortal eyes. Logicians, take a stroll.
Comes next this ink packed full with potency
As I relinquish pain for poetry.
Don'tDon'tDon't21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Say you'll come back another day
As I know
When you go
You'll never come back
Lie to me
As you'll see
When I never look at you
You will see all the things
Laugh without your friends
It's the end
Keep reading this poem
I don't see
As I feel that
Your mocking me
My Novice Malik x readerMy Novice Malik x reader1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Master Malik this is too hard.” You let your head hit the many papers that was scattered on your table. Malik rolls his eyes at you.
“Stop complaining it is not that hard.” You rest your head on its side and looked up at him. Malik was trying to help teach you the history of the Assassin’s. It was actually encouraged by Altair for Malik to be your personal teacher. “Now stop complaining Novice.” Your eyes widen, then quickly narrowed. Yes you were a beginner and one of the few girls in the Creed but you were mostly treated with respect. But you hated to be called Novice.
“Don’t call me Novice. I don’t like being called Novice.”
“But you are one [Y/n]. You are a Novice.” You stood from where you were sitting and looked him in the eyes.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not .”
“Alright then. How about you prove it to me then.” Malik smirks do
MiracleDid you ever stop to thinkMiracle9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
About how crazy the human body is?
We breath a corrosive gas
We drink the most powerful solvent there is
We're full of bacteria inside
And we can even regenerate skin
Can't you see?
You're a miracle of chemistry!
Frozen Heart (Steve x Reader) Part 4Frozen Heart (Steve x Reader) Part 411 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
You took your seat in the waiting area of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. You had stayed up most of the night, reading all the files that were on the drive Fury had given you. It had been extremely interesting and you had taken in every word very carefully, thinking they might ask you about it today.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and took a sip from the coffee you had gotten on your way over. Several men and women were sitting next and opposite of you. Some sat confident and comfortable in their chair, but some – like you – kept wiping their sweaty palms against their legs in an attempt to lose their nerves.
You had no idea what kind of training you would be going through, but the man and woman next to you had been talking about some kind of specialized test for the last five minutes. They had practiced their gun and knife skills for months and here you were not even having considered you’d be doing any fighting.
You sighed, taking another sip of your coffee. Fur
Cheater!Gold x Reader: How to be a Heart BreakerCheater!Gold x Reader: How to be a Heart Breaker22 hours ago in Drama More Like This
Cheater!Gold X Singer! Reader: How to be a Heart Breaker. ((Original Title))
Whispers were going all around New Bark Town but I had no idea what was it about. Everywhere I looked, there was always a person holding some sort of flyer or two people whispering to one another. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked back to my home. Along the way, I saw an stadium being built in the town.
"I want all the instruments and speakers unloaded off the truck for the performance!" I heard. Glancing that way, I saw a young woman with sparkling (h/c) hair in a ruby dress that perfectly showed all her nice curves.
'My type of gal.' I thought.
Running my hand through my hair and wiping my sweaty palms on my shorts, I took in a deep breath and began walking to the lady. She turned around and I saw her beautiful (e/c) eyes that shined like a gem. As I got closer, she titled her head as
DogsongYou ripped me from my mother.Dogsong22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was but a gnat, wholly insignificant
a fly, caught in your web of displeasure
but even then
I knew how cruel this world can be.
You were a jealous god
coveting, the gnashing of teeth
your apologies inconsequential
my voice too crippled to rise and
But in this betrayal I am faithful
licking the back of your throat
until I sleep with the red fern
roots deep in bone