.you forget that.20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
Talking Clean: Levi x ReaderTalking Clean: Levi x Reader15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WARNING: Dirty talking that makes my head spin in regret.
The empty halls of the head-quarters began to flood with squads and scouts as they inquired chit chats with each other before dinner, where they'd devour what they could, and then suddenly disappear for a rejuvenating slumber afterwards. You gave a few acknowledgements, head nods if you will, and a few smiles until you reached the far end of the hall, where no one really dared walk past.
It was Lance Corporal Levi's office, and you really never quite understood the anxiety pangs that'd hit people as they'd knock on his door or walk near it. Because, really, you had a bad habit of just barging in, and when you did, he already knew it was going to be a special invigorating squad leader.
And so as your usual act of invasion, your fingers curled around the golden knob, flickering your attention to a couple of bystanders, who stared back at you in something that resembled nothing bu
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fallTo Be Thin15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,Beauty16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
FrancexReader ~ Butterfly RoomFrancexReader ~ Butterfly Room21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You smiled at your sleeping daughter's beautiful face. She looked just like her father, Francis. She had his skin complexion, his face shape, his adorable nose, and his perfect sapphire blue eye color. And his soft honey blonde hair, well, at least she used to...
You remembered the exact day you found out that you were pregnant with her. You were throwing up like crazy that morning; Francis asked you if you were okay, and you had simply said that you'd be fine. After awhile of sitting against the tub you realized that your period was 3 weeks late.
Fear was the first thing that sank into your mind at the thought. France and you had never tried or anticipated for pregnancy. But, you two had been married for 3 and a half years and it was about time for you to welcome a new member into the family.
But, the first thing that you had to know was that if you were really pregnant or not.
You ran to the drug store immediately and purchased a box of pregnancy test, all of which came out positive.
Virgin Mary's SaintVirgin Mary's Saint16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between she and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cryFearing Me17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
One Lone WolfI'd so date myself.One Lone Wolf17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Just think about it, we have
so much in common.
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for meJust For A Second18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
Asperger syndrome - Not weird, strange or oddOn the morning of 9 December 2013, Channel Nine breakfast show Today introduced a story about singer Susan Boyle having Asperger syndrome, referring to this condition as an "illness". Below is an e-mail I sent to the show just to clarify a few things about Asperger syndrome (from my point of view), in the hope that they (and other media outlets) would have a better insight into why Asperger's (as well as other forms of autism) should not be classified as an "illness" or "disease".Asperger syndrome - Not weird, strange or odd18 hours ago in Letters More Like This
To whom it may concern,
Regarding your introduction to the story about Susan Boyle having an "illness", I would like to point out that Asperger syndrome - make that any form of autism - is not an illness or disease, but it is something that dramatically impacts the person that has it and their families and requires constant adjustments to thinking and actions. More often than not, we are unaware of our social behaviours and perceive the world differently to the
i'm not a liar.i was told to stopi'm not a liar.14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the same;
i'd rather drive off
BreakHe told me not to pick rosesBreak13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
because beautiful things are fragile
and they are fast to break.
He then asked me if I was broken yet
I picked a rose with a lot of thorns
I left it upside down to dry out
When it was done I gave it to him
and I said
I'm still put together
Dear JamesI placed a candle on the water for you today. It flickered and floated and gathered with candles of other losses; fathers, friends – whoever. It was as hard as letting you go; if that candle drifted away from me then would I lose you again? When they scooped the candle from the water and your flame went out who would remember that I honoured you? So I took your candle from the water and placed it into my bag. Not because I can’t let you go but because I want to remember. I will light that candle to remember you on special days.Dear James21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
James darling, I missed you more today than any other. I know I will miss you more again at Christmas, on your birthday and on the day you died. You are an angel but you are still with me – in the heart covered by the tattoo of your name. The ink came from within, seeping up through my skin and not down.
I am grateful for the two sonograms I have of you, yet part of me yearns to know what your face would have looked like. Would you have his thi
Bleeding Outhe broke my bonesBleeding Out21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
flung me into the snow
beat my swollen heart
and ripped my light apart.
congested my memories
with terrible pain
ripped out all the stitches
to make me a scarf.
but he was already faded
and long gone
before winter fell.
i bled out for a vampire.
The Critical MonsterHave you ever judged a book by its cover?The Critical Monster16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come on now, don't lie to me.
Don't lie to yourself either.
Where will lying get you?
You look at a person.
You look at their face,
Their tired smile,
Their weary eyes.
And what runs through your mind?
That first thought of yours,
It always makes you cringe.
Don't shake your head now,
You know it does.
That first spark that flits across your brain
It's your first impression, and it's so real.
A reflection of the grotesque quality,
That makes us all far too human to stand.
It's alright to admit, you know.
We've all judged our fair share of books.
Novels we will never read, and yet,
We all seem to have our two cents to pitch in.
We've all become world renowned critics,
Viewing our own lives through rose-tinged lenses.
Rattling out our 'constructive criticism,'
To empty rooms filled with deaf ears.
So come on and tell me, don't be shy.
Have you ever judged a book by it's cover?
Painif I could get into your headPain19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
just for a couple of minutes
to see to feel
what it is like
not to feel the daily pain
I keep on drowning with
if I could kiss your lips
without the fear of time
running out while we're in motion
I would gladly jump straight into it all
please give me a chance darling
please look me in the eye when I say
I've never before felt more dead
than this very day
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.Heir Loki x Baby reader3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?What happens when you aren't there?Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?17 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
neo-Freudian idealsin 1886, Sigmund Freud employed free association;neo-Freudian ideals1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
the idea that a sick patient, terminally crippled with a nameless plague,
could list off the reasons why his bed sheets had holes in them.
paraphrased: the art of free speech.
my mouth is a gun and your name is a shooting range.
damp grass, our backs, semantics.
the psychoanalysts say we establish long-term memory
by stringing it all with prior meaning.
a flurry of sweatshirts and ripped jeans, stroking skin
in sign language only lovers speak.
hands, tongue, everything else.
Freud said that sometimes, a cigar is only a cigar.
i tell him how smoke spilled from your mouth into mine.
stale breath and gentle fingers probing, squeezing,
i trace my steps back to the night we crushed leaves into potpourri.
the scent of cold coffee permeated into the forest,
the tree roots soaking up our caffeine.
i remember you most clearly in the heartbeat between page turns.
you are full and real, the lump in my throat.
you are the holes in
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,Wings Of Change16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.