Alyssa's JourneyAlyssa's JourneyAlyssa's Journey6 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Riding on my bike on a Sunday night,
Nowhere 'am standing, there's no worthy fight,
I am only fighting with the beast inside,
I must find a place, to get in, to hide,
There, I see a Tunnel, calling me to dive,
Maybe, If 'am lucky, I will feel alive.
There's no way out, just another fall,
STaring to the mirror, just another Wall
Witches, no magic, I 've not seen before,
Fucking trend of mine, rotten to the core!!!
Suddenly, I'm lost inside a foggy light,
No, I'm not crying, it's your fairy sight,
Maybe I am dreaming...of another Life.
Y' Arrived a moment out of Time,
I saw you STanding
On the Wall,
Come surprise me,
Come and Love,
Life is stolen
And I fall,
Please, Don't Trick Me, I'm Alone!
Don't deny me, Kill this trend,
Tears and dance, A weird blend,
A strange journey inside...
It's not my chance; We're back in T
The War Ain't OverThe war's never overThe War Ain't Over17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its always just beginning
Thinking of all the battles I've lost
Sends my brain spinning,
But the war ain't over
That much I know
So there's a chance I could take the reigns
And then I'd never let 'em go
But right now's another battle
Another hour of pain,
The enemies siege
When my smile started to wane
Under the crushing blows
Their words did to me
Though I suppose
I should be glad they weren't
Sticks and stones
Cause then where would I be?
And as my embarrassment mounts
Then comes their cavalry
Stabbing at what's left of my gaiety.
I call for a retreat
Cut the losses of my pride
Run back for shelter
And merely try to hide,
But waiting there's an ambush
Another standing infantry
All their guns dutifully
Pointing towards me.
I stand and accept their fire
Where else am I meant to go?
Here was supposed to be safe
This castle was supposed to be home.
So I pull myself together
I stride through their screams
Trying not to fall apart
Whilst they rip me to seams.
And the d
How to Judge a Book by its CoverWhen it comes to the "literature" from the Young Adult section at the library, I think it's gotten to the point that you can indeed judge a book by its cover.How to Judge a Book by its Cover1 day ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Just because something is a book, does not mean that it doesn't make you stupid. Sometimes books can be brain-rotting, even more so than a good old, wholesome cartoon, if I may be so bold.
Today I will show you a guide about how to judge a book by its cover; that way you can conveniently know what books to avoid and which you decide are tolerable.
WARNING!!!!!!!! DO NOT CONFUSE THESE FOR GOOD BOOKS THAT HAVE SOME OF THE SAME TRAITS.
Okay, carry on:
Charlie Jackson is a teenage boy who is off to save the world from an evil foe. He and his best friend: Conveniently-Loyal-Steve, the girl he secretly admires for some unknown reason even though she's a huge jerk: Girls-Have-To-Be-Perfect-And-Tough-Or-Else-It's-Sexist-Jane, set off as an "unlikely" trio on a cliche adventure peppered with mostly sarca
When they say something's wrong with youI’m going to be shamelessly honestWhen they say something's wrong with you1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
and say the more I see of life
the less I think it’s worth living,
because let’s face it,
it doesn’t truly get better
it just changes;
suffering and loss
are hurdles on a never-ending
that you’re expected to run
for the rest of your life.
And God help you
if you don’t want to run it
because that means something's wrong with you.
That means you’re crazy.
I’m going to be fearless
and say something that no one wants
to hear, or is likely to believe:
the “right to life” is a myth,
because to have a right
is to have a choice
and life is an obligation.
To want to end it
means you need “help”—
either in the form of a crucified savior
or an expert with a Ph.D. and an eagerness
to label you.
All it really means is that you
don’t want to run that damn obstacle course,
and you shouldn’t have to
because you were never given a choice
from the beginning,
Vorino AsteriΒορεινό ΑστέριVorino Asteri6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Είχε συνέχεια καύσωνα,
την έβγαζα στο πάρκο,
Εκεί κοντά στο άγαλμα
του Τάρας του Τσεφτσένκο
Μια νύχτα ήρθε ένα γκρουπ,
Κ.Α.Π.Η. απ' τή Ρωσσία
Και είδα ένα γέροντα
Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader) That was a final day of your work on school photos you had to take for some geology lesson, and you felt a nice warm rays of sun keeping you in a perfect mood, as soon as they made it yet better.Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader)21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That’s the weather I was just waiting for~ ”, you said with glad voice, walking through the chilled, green and attractive in itself forest.
Tall and seemed just like painted with pastels trees were surrounding you everywhere but the path you were walking through there. You felt cooled down there, as the sun hidden behind the corona of trees wasn’t making you overheated or at least shining harshly in the screen of your camera. You heard the birds singing, pleased with the great weather, flying from one branch of tree to the another one, making the orchestra of their throat sounds and sound of forest itself, as well as water splashing somewhere near you or your own stepping on the sandy path.
“It seems so peaceful in here”, yo
what to do when he doesn't say it backa)what to do when he doesn't say it back14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will give all of yourself to a boy who won't know you at all.
he will recycle your parts, make you stationary, bind you into
paper that he will gift back so you can write poetry about him.
you, too, say i love you quickly.
when he doesn't say it back, evaporate.
he will kiss you in places you didn't know existed.
until him, you were a peasant in your body's palace.
he crowned you princess, broke the lock of your castle's gates.
when he doesn't say it back, load your cannons.
you are a fountain pen - ink splotches and all.
look him in the eye when you write him letters on your skin.
when he asks to read them, surrender.
you have always been this way: too eager
to make wildflowers bloom inside of him.
when he doesn't say it back, trim the stems.
when he tells you that your eyes remind him of tree bark,
show him that your gaze is sturdier than nature's limbs.
without breaking eye contact, slowly back him into a wall.
when he expresses discomfort,
ask if he knows w
Securing the DoorsBy allowing someone to touch your body you expose the heart. The skin is the first line of defence protecting the heart. Once this is breached, it is only a matter of time before the heart falls. The body is much like the home. When one opens the door, he is letting someone closer to his most private places and belongings.Securing the Doors1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a violation to one's security if the home is invaded; the door broken in through violence or force. If someone uninvited invades one feels defiled and insecure and exposed to all the dangers that the world possesses. A person can respond in many ways to such violation; deny the impact, over compensate and make others think he doesn't care by inviting everyone and anyone to visit or redouble the defences. Invasion of a person's body leaves a similar impact.
It is perhaps even more difficult to understand when a trusted person who you willingly invite into your home violates your trust. Sometimes it is something small; slip
The CliffWith the raging waters underneath meThe Cliff13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I slip off my shoes and press my forehead against the moist stone
Inhaling deeply before I look up with determination in my eyes-
I start to climb.
DreamcatcherThe dreamcatcher, a catcher of nightmares and symbol of good nights. You can find them anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people do not believe in their power. But, one child chose to believe. A young boy, suffering from nightmares. The child wandered into a shop one day and found one. A pale dreamcatcher with pale blue feathers and beads. The boy was delighted to see what he called 'the most beautiful thing in the world'. He picked it up and took it to the counter. The cashier, a friendly looking elderly gentleman gave a soft sigh and a smile.Dreamcatcher19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Son, are you sure you want this one? I think it would be best if you chose a different one."
"No, sir. I really want this one!" The boy smiled cheerily. The old man stared for a bit, then nodded. He rang up the catcher and gave it to the boy, who took it, thanked him, and ran out. The man sighed.
"That thing never seems to be sold for long..."
The boy ran to his house, a worn-down looking place in the middle of town.
"Mommy! I'm home!" He c
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 32Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 3220 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 32: Rodeo and Juliet (part II)
“Why are the paparazzi in Ponyville? There ain’t nothin’ in Ponyville that’s worth a media circus like this!” Bismack said as the train began to slow down at the station, as if trying not to hit the crowds of photographers that stood everywhere.
Radiance readied her hair a bit.
"They’re not here for the town,” she answered. “They’re here for us.”
“Us? What fer?”
“I’m not sure. All I know is that whatever the reason is, we need to just push past them as quick as we can. Don’t greet them, don’t shove them, don’t make eye contact, and most importantly, do not stop walking. If you do, they’ll never let you go. Before you know it, they’ll start asking you how many seconds you brush your teeth.”
As the train came to a complete stop, Radiance cleared her throat and stood up.
“How do you know that?” Bismarck asked, fo
.my soul is still splattering blackness.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
at my brewing fate;
terror has my feet fastened to the stars
of the unforgotten, & yet my heart is
ready to bleed crimson for you.
I'm armed to love again,
you kiss with the faith
that was stolen from me.
PrincessItty bitty toes in black combat boots,Princess20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
her giggles fill the house.
An Unbreakable BondAn Unbreakable BondAn Unbreakable Bond14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The-Warriors-Guild roleplay between
rainwolfeh and AlchemistKitsune
Wind rustled through the empty, barren lands that composed the FireClan territory. Silence filled the air as cold settled all across the gorge, and snow once again began to fall, slowly covering the clay, earthy tones in pristine white. As the hour grew later, the warriors of FireClan stirred less and less, and even those who had been in the later night patrols were now returning to camp, heading to their nests for a well deserved rest. In the apprentice's den, the young aspiring warriors weere all exhausted after a hard day of training, bundled up together not unlike how they slept as kits. At the edge of the den, close to the entrance still due to their lower rank as apprentices lay two littermates - one russet with fur long and messy, the other's fur somewhat shorter, and split in color to look like both a tuxedo and a ginger cat merged i
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 7513 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
The Prince of the SeaI'm going to tell you a tale.The Prince of the Sea16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tale you have probably heard before.
Like a hammer on a nail,
Being driven into the floor.
It's about a boy who tried his best.
Tried to care and to please.
He tried with every test,
Until he was down on hands and knees.
It will be he that they call hero,
It will be him who fulfills the prophecy.
It will be he that shall make her blood flow,
It will be him who will make you breathe.
Fighting in a war that owned him,
A puppet controlled by the puppeteer.
With all strings attached to his rim,
Just there for jests and jeers.
A weight on his battered bones,
Chains chiming at his feet.
A slave to those who sit on thrones,
There to torture and beat.
It will be he that they call hero,
It will be him who fulfills the prophecy.
It will be he that shall make her blood flow,
It will be him whose worst nightmare he shall see.
After blood, sweat and tears were shed,
He was finally rid of those chains.
But in the end, the slavers weren't dead,
He had just lost all tha
[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]When someone enters your life - no matter how you end up feeling about them - they become part of you.[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Whether it's their smile touching your lips
the breaths and hitches in their laugh
a melody that clambers or crawls through your mind
the beat of their hearts
the blur or clarity of their sight
the way their lips trail across your neck
the way they tell you they love you
It’s almost like a disease, a piece of their soul traveling on their breath and into your lungs. There, it becomes part of you. Even what you hate about them: how your father clears his throat after smoking a cigar or how an old friend would always quote bad movies. You can’t help but do it, too.
Because at least once in your life - whether for a moment or a lifetime - you loved them.
And love will break you down to your smallest piece and rebuild you up from there.
And you won’t realize that your sight has changed.
You won’t hear their voice on your tongue.
But it’ll always be there.
GravediggersPlowshares of bone entwined in small buckets of teacake, shadowing smiles going through the day,Gravediggers20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Each taking turns for the doing, counting each broken heart with a cup of sweet lemonade,
Laughing for silence has no place, such a time like childhood to those with no hope for they
Are but asleep in the graves, drowning in gentle stares diggers still go about gathering crystals,
From the ground deep inside these fallen spirits….
1- Roles (BBC! sherlock x reader)"It was Mycroft's idea." Sherlock sounded as if a bad taste was in his mouth before bowing his head to kiss your cheek. John raised an eyebrow and watched the both of you text behind your backs. He then genuinely smiled. You two were more alike than what he first thought.1- Roles (BBC! sherlock x reader)23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, Mycroft wanted you to become human?" Sherlock ignored John's teasing jab but couldn't give any show of hateful emotions as his arm wrapped around your waist. His arm was strong and supportive, but you still didn't lean on it.
"My boss," you let the word roll off your tongue briefly to remind both men that Mycroft was not to be spoken of lightly, "Has allowed Mr. Holmes-"
"Now, darling, why the formalities?" Sherlock cocked his head the slightest bit, voice becoming lighter and with larger spaces between each word. John knew it was the voice he used when trying to fool people while investigating. Sherlock Holmes could be quite the actor when he wanted to be.
You continued where you left off without a break in rhyt