tightsJan 1, 2011tights3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When there is no company, I define myself with tights. I wrap my bruises and prickles in triangles and silky stripes, making something sensuous; I pull soft cotton between my thighs and slowly swipe out wrinkles. I sway in front of mirrors, with saxophones serenading me from the machine on my mattress; I smile at my legs. They arc and stretch; they lift me upwards over nonexistent parading heads, and they hunt attention; they do not make a sound.
Without you, I sing to my dog and my nails and my feet. I make Frank Sinatra siphon my world from my eyes; he sings to me strongly and spins me with one light hand. He looks at my legs. My thighs freely flaunt themselves to wine red curtains and plushies from the past. There are no delicate dancers' legs to giggle behind the backs of mine. There are no men to ignore them; there are no men to push them aside and free them of their purple or pink or red or green veils in order to reach the more interesting parts. There is a clean and
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
hey boy your tight electric...hey boy your tight electric shoulders dohey boy your tight electric...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not suit you- tailor-suited just to fly
like dust for dust we are and we Will too
watch church films Saturday and you and i
might laugh at inquisitions-
THAT will be
like dust in mouths and copper trophies love
is this too bold although you'll never see
the Kalamazoo of dreams and morning
my boy are you quite well your shoulders tense
forget about the lights of failure dear
dear boy forget for me-
Tight jeans and Theatrical boysI pull up in his dad's drivewayTight jeans and Theatrical boys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the boy sitting on the stoop
looks like Saint Exupery's treasured little prince.
When he climbs inside my used Sentra,
I tell him about this quirky realization.
"You're both so cute and opinionated."
He grins and replies that it's his favorite book
to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves
convert the evening into something
brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'.
I want to kiss him violently so we can stop this
annoying game of cat and mouse.
But instead, we discuss music
and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I could
teleport myself anywhere at any desired time
and I confess that I'd like to visit
someplace up north with a lot of trees and
not enough people to criticize me.
He nods like he understands but I
wonder if he secretly thinks I'm rude.
Propping himself up on the hood of the car,
he takes a long drink and I watch how his
throat works as he swallows
the caramel mi
boys that want you, boys that love you.1.boys that want you, boys that love you.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are four kinds of love.
the first is honest.
the first is messy.
it’s smeared makeup.
it’s tears over a martini.
it’s people dancing alone.
it’s off-key singing, at the top
of your lungs.
it’s unmade beds.
it’s the hickey on your neck.
it’s the gasp he gave
when he first saw you,
how he missed your lips
when he tried to kiss you.
after he made you cry.
the second kind is what you feel
for the boy lying next to you.
there’s cigarettes in the ashtray,
panties on the floor,
a lump in your throat,
and he does not love you back.
the third kind is when you'll meet
and that little moment will stretch
into something huge and permanent,
into a month/six months/a year
of a million glances that you'd thought
it’s when you'll say nothing
and neither will he
because there will be no need
because he'll very nearly smile
and you'll know.
to the girl under the covers at nooni wish i loved to starve myself bestto the girl under the covers at noon6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of all the punishments. but that isn't my
preferred method and for good reason,
the empty stomach sneering (unlike the
the shuddering emptying stomach) and
leaning as insubstantial as my attempts
at sleep up against the wall between me
and better days. maybe there are times
when i am orpheus descending into hades
for the treacherous chance of returning,
ring on my finger arms brimming with
woman (one woman, the woman), but don't
forget that means i look back, too, that i
cram the nostalgia of one lost woman in
my mouth until i give her back to the
shadows i swept her from so easily; to know
the exquisite sonatavoid of bargaining
for the prize and then throwing it back in
the faces of those gloating higher powers
(but they have no heads, only mirrors atop
bloody necks that speak a reflection
like an apology. a condemnation).
what if i took you aside and was as warm
and shining as a jaguar or a sunspot or a dream
you had of someone who could accept an
GermanyxReader The NutcrackerGermanyxReaderGermanyxReader The Nutcracker2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was finally here, the moment of truth. After years and years of handwork and endless practicing, the time had come for the results of your audition for the Royal Ballet's performance of The Nutcracker. Since you could remember, it had been your dream to play Clara in the beautiful ballet. For years you worked to tone and prep your body for the immense physical strength that was needed to play such an important role, and now the time had come to see if your lifelong dream would be realized.
Slowly, you walked up to the bulletin board where the cast had been posted. A sea of people surrounded it, hoping to see their names on the list. Many walked away looking disappointed, but many also walked away with huge smiles on their faces. Girls squealed in delight as they walked away from the list. Each squeal of joy made your more and more nervous. 'What if she got the role of Clara?' You thought. Silently you chided yourself for thinking like that
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?Actinium Dreams2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge
dichotomy.i.dichotomy.4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there’s a monster inside of my head.
it moved in four years ago, but they say it’s always been there. my daddy has one. so does his mom.
they say that’s where i got it. dad says grammy’s monster made her beat him until he was seven. dad says his monster made him drink until he blacked out, for twenty years.
they all say, “don’t let it in.” they all say, “it’ll control you, because you are weak.”
(actually, they say “vulnerable.”)
they tell me its name, so i can paint it on my wrists, on my forehead, along the curves of my ears. keep out. no BIPOLAR DISORDER allowed. they say it notices loud things. capital letters, for one. or crying children. or hatred. or fear.
they do not tell me what it’s like to see it. they do not tell me what’s it like, to feel it burrowing under your skin.
when it came to me, i pleaded with it. i said, “please go away,” and it didn’t listen.
Troublesome Chapter 7 - Levi x Reader x Eren"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!" You cursed to yourself as you paced in your room. The echoes left by your heavy and hurried footsteps danced around in the small room you called home.Troublesome Chapter 7 - Levi x Reader x Eren1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
After the tension felt between you, Levi and Eren during training, it was becoming too much for you. You admitted to yourself that you had, unconditionally an irrevocably, fallen in love with the two men. Despite the original plan being to make Levi jealous had worked nonetheless, you felt as though you were making Eren jealous at the same time. His attitude towards you was too close for comfort sometimes, well maybe not that, more so realistic. Eren's actions towards you did not feel fake or forced. It was genuine and you were confused, lost and above all, you were frustrated.
"This is ridiculous. I can't love both of them. It's not right, is it?" You muttered to yourself.
Running your hands through you hair, you let your head fall into your hands, resting on your knees. You let a heavy si
Love is SuicideLooking into your eyesLove is Suicide8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
i see the pain you hide inside.
crying is your only weakness,
your painful tears make you speechless
"Just do it!
Kill youself like you said you would!"
he said "Im tired of waiting! maybe i should!"
"you cant stand to exist,
the knives the pills
you cant resist.
"Slice your wrists.
the pills make your stomach twist:
now its time, time for you to regret,
the painful memories you tried to forget.
was it worth it?
now they're flashing before your eyes.
now your remembering them as you die."
"I dont want to die." you said.
"I do not want to be dead!"
now its to late.
death is your fate.
Its been two days
since you passed away.
Everything that i said was true
even after all the pain you put me through
I will forever be cursed
with the sight of them
placing you into the hearse
I could have saved you
what have i done?
its to late now;
now that your gone
you wanted to live
i could tell
now death will forever stalk you
down in hell
I didnt think you would do it
Girl's night inA regular apartment, on a side street right next to the city's main avenue is the place where this, and many other stories happen. Our main vict- I mean character are Tommy, 12 years old, average height, medium build, dark longish hair, and quite fast and flexible. His older sister Lisa, 16 years old, and one HOT girl with long straight black hair and matching black belt. She loves bondage and being the one that can move around during the tie ups. This hot girl likes to take advantage of being Tommy's regular babysitter by being in charge all the way, sometimes with her little victim's consent, but lately against it, as Tommy grew tired of his sister's abusive behavior.Girl's night in6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
This story begins two days before Tommy and Lisa parent's 20th anniversary, one that they decide to make a second honeymoon on. As always, they left Lisa in charge of the house and her little brother, which for Tommy meant the next week will be one tie up after the other. He wasn't planning on giving up that time though
Where She's NotShe's not at the bottom of my cereal bowlWhere She's Not3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'll eat it all the same
Just because I get to think of her
And the way she smelled of sugar
She's not between the pages of this book
But I'll read it all the same
Just because I get to imagine her
And the way she was always my hero
She's not along this sunny street
But I'll walk it all the same
Just because I get to feel her
And the way she was warm, like summer
She's not in the spaces between the stars
But I'll gaze all the same
Just because I get to see her
And the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled
I always loved her smile.
I won't find her in these distractions
But I'll search all the same
Just because I need to feel her
And the way she's no longer there
tights , toe shoes , troubleWe're kissing in a closet.tights , toe shoes , trouble8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not exactly a stage, but I've got high nerves anyway.
My feet are arched to a ballerina's point and I'm all but
'falling out of my jewelry box'
"I'm off to the city. I Breathe Broadway."
You Said: "Forget it, doll. Forget coming back to me. I wont want you by
the time you're too used and loveless to be valuable to
You mean everything to me, bu
Worth the Kill? Chapter Two"Um Karkat?" the troll grunted a response, "I think we should probably head down for dinner now, you do want to eat, right?" The human could see Karkat's ears perk a bit at the mention of food. He chuckled and pulled away from the troll. "Is there anything trolls can't eat, you know stuff that makes you sick?"Worth the Kill? Chapter Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think no." He replied.
"That's good!" He tugged him along, "It'd hate to hurt you or something on accident." Karkat sat down at the table next to John and across from his father. John set a plate of food down in front of him. "Here, I sorta grabbed a bit of everything, Dad and I aren't sure what you like yet, so he made a bunch of stuff."
Karkat's eyes grew wide at the amount of food, he could feel his mouth water, 'God this is pathetic, I'm reacting like a starved beast.' He grabbed a piece of meat and froze; he noticed the older human grab the utensil by his side. "Fuck," he muttered putting the meat down and grabbing the pronged instrument, 'Goddamn it Karkat get a fuc
SurvivalSurvival.Survival1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.