HauntedI see her there withHaunted1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"Six Second Poem20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest. What an infuriating article of clothing. So itchy.
He let out a huff of
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,How to love a poet:16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Boy (2p! America x Reader)Boy (2p! America x Reader)21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wantedSimple Girl Complicated Problems22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘(Y/n) where are you? – John’
‘With Tiger – YN’
‘At my flat – Sebastian’
‘Why? – YN’’
‘Sherlock is in my house sulking – John’
‘So? – YN’
‘He’s your boyfriend come get him! – John’
‘She can’t – Sebastian’
‘Why? – John’
‘We’re prank calling Jim – YN’
‘………………………. – John’
Jim has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – YN’
‘Bored – Sherlock’
‘Good to know now does anyone know how to trace calls? – Jim’
‘Nope – Sebastian’
‘Why do you need to trace calls? – YN’
‘Some assholes keep prank calling me! – Jim’
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.the only letter I've ever wanted to burn22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Mini-Drabble: Kurloz x Reader: Save Me, Silly! (Name) was walking along in the park when Cronus Ampora walked up, pinning her near a tree.Mini-Drabble: Kurloz x Reader: Save Me, Silly!14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey doll~ Wvanna havwe some fun?" he said, slowly trailing his hands down to her ass.
"Get the everloving fuck away from me, perv!" (Name) said, slapping his hands away.
As she was about to scream rape and call for help, a siren was hear, quickly approaching. It was Kurloz, running this way with police lights on his head. He kicked Cronus in the crown jewels and tossed her over his shoulders, absconding.
'Are you motherfucking alright, lil mama?' he signed quickly.
"Yes, Loz. I'm fine. About time you freaking saved me, silly," she giggled, slapping his arm.
Kurloz and (Name) spent the rest of their time wearing flower crowns and drawing and building pillow forts and cuddling.
Nordics x Reader: Chapter 2Nordics x Reader: Chapter 220 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rryan helped you remove your bike from the roof of his car and unloaded your other luggage from the trunk, you helped him haul the things to the front door. He ran back to the vehicle and retrieved documents. Once again he walked back to the front door and before knocking he straightened his tie and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
“Coming..!” Finland’s voice could be heard from the inside, soon footsteps were heard too.
The door opened with a light creak, a blond man with a friendly face appeared from the other side. His whole face smiled when he greeted Rryan.
“O-oh! You must be Rryan! Hello!” He shook Rryan’s hand.
“Yes, I am from your local real estate office, this is your new tenant, her name is ____.” Rryan introduced you.
You blushed lightly and nodded towards the cheerful man. Tino’s eyes found your form and he welcomed you with a hug instead. “Hallo! It’s good to be seeing you, welcome to your new home __
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
The Era ContestThe Era Contest14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Era Contest
Before you even read, this is a READER inserted contest for Hetalia. Continue on if you are indeed interested.
Are you still here? Great! On to the information!
A good love story between two people in a specific time period, have it be a noble and a peasant or a king selecting his potential queen. How about a greaser and a prep? Dunno, it's for you to decide! Love comes in its many forms. Follow whats happening at the time and write around it. I wanna see love presented as it would have been during that time periods, authenticity REALLY matters in this. I will be looking at the language in use, the clothes worn, the way people act (ie if one was a slave or if one was an upperclassmen.) I want to feel as though I have entered a doorway into another time period, thrust upon the everyday lives of people. I will be doi
Young LoveI was so youngYoung Love18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”Easter Sexy - TG21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
a poem for your poetryin you, find:a poem for your poetry1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
of honesty wringing
the strength of
toward the end,
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his right then and there, but because of Pe
A reasonOur loveA reason20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You had to
A single one
The Shrine MaidenThe Shrine Maiden19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.Gone (Contest entry)18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover)Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover)20 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The moon shines on my tower tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A tower of isolation
And that makes me a princess
The wind is howling like this feeling trapped inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let them in, Don’t let them see
Be the good girl Mother told me to be
Conceal, don’t sing, don’t let it show
But now they’ll know
Let it shine, Let it shine
Let my hair glow all through the night
Let it shine, Let it shine
It doesn’t matter it’s my life
I don’t care if she’s mad at me
Let my hair glow on
The sun can shine on my any day
It’s funny how this new world
Is different from what I know
And it’s like the fears that I once had
Can’t get to me at all
Now I can use my powers
To test the limits and heal the wounds
Keep running now, run past the trees
Let it shine, Let it shine
I see the lanterns in the sky
Let it shine, Let it shine
You’ll never see me cry
It’s my life