How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself20 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
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"lost my voice.10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)19 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’
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run awayElements Combined- Bruce x Reader13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tenderedThe Elephant Man12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Die AloneI take apart her heartDie Alone20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
Ground zeroGround zeroGround zero1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,Shattered11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
AnxietiesI hate telling you my issues.Anxieties18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate breaking down in front of you.
I hate having to confess my pathetic little habits to get told
that I'm beautiful,
that I'm a great person,
and that everything's going to be okay.
I hate being told the same thing everytime,
and not being strong enough to believe
that it's entirely true.
I hate having to be reassured constantly
that I'm not doing anything wrong,
that I'm worrying for nothing,
that despite my anxieties
you still accept me,
you still love me,
and that you're proud of me.
I don't want to bother you.
I don't want to burden you.
I don't want to scare you off.
So I'll hide.
I'll hide behind a mask.
Now you know why I'm always 'fine',
and why I'm always tired.
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,from the back of my throat, i promise18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
Except me - Greninja(contains vore, theres your warning.)Except me - Greninja13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a warm summer evening as the sun made its last appearance in the day and vanished from the minds and hearts of the populace for another eight hours, as it would make another cycle and another for many, many more decades to come.
Alone on a small beach, were two figures. One was a young human girl, the other, her loyal Greninja, whom she had received a few years back when she first started traveling Kalos. The pair were known to be inseparable and it was thought that if they could, they would be one. No matter if it were physical or metaphorical, they, and everyone who knew them, could tell that was a fact.
The Greninja, whom had been named Hideaki, had an idea about how to do such a thing, which he was planning to put into practice in this quiet beach. He stayed close to his girl, named Jenny, and kept a close watch out.
Soon, the sun had set and the moon came up, only slightly illuminating the pair. It didn't matter.
Hideaki slowly stopped
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]19 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
on perspectivea photographer’s staggering down the street that june morning,on perspective23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
raucous beautiful anarchist, tongue tied with whiskey
awaiting. nothing more than a white noise muted to
the foreground of city streets, a gem tatterdemalion in the making
no more than a blasphemous love letter to our darling, perspective.