Forever.Ryan Ross looked up from his copy of Twilight; he thoroughly enjoyed Meyers use of character, especially Edward Cullen, he and Bella Swan were so perfect for each other. He stared down to look at his lover, Brendon Urie. He tossed his beloved book away.Forever.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was just one word to describe Brendon: Beautiful. He was so beautiful, even when he was playing with himself, which he was doing at this present moment in time, which just made him seem all the more sexier.
Suddenly, Brendons chocolate eyes shot up to meet Ryans. Brendon slid his hand out from his pants. They held an intensive gaze for a moment.
Brendon broke the tense silence. Wanna do it, whoreface? he asked, his face holding a cheeky expression. Ryan felt himself swooning; Brendon had such a magical way with words.
God, Ryan loved Brendons eyes. They they were like the Earth when the heavens had opened and left the ground to turn into a squelchy paradise. Ryan drew his face up clo
Once Being, Youi dont think i can ever forgive you for killing yourself in front of me,Once Being, You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me
i dont think i will ever be able to forgive you for snatching away those Parts of me,
the breaths and words and seconds and disgust of Me,
the silence and hope and anger and love of Me
with your silk-wetted fingers of Me
drowning all in the fire that swallowed you,
that ate you, The dripping sweetly You,
The you with eyes that closed softly like dying moths,
The you with eyes that closed hard and sharp like double portcullises,
The you that breathed the fire hungry and willed it to feast,
The you that dug your grave in the sky.
i think you wanted me to follow but i refused to be murdered
even by a haunting so with full Beauty;
Every time i see your reflection
i feel my wounds raw shivering
my wounds shiver raw screaming:
pieces of gone now trying to be
pieces of something more like
armor that i wear to protect the (birth growing, re) Self
or medicine to stop the bitter pa
DeliciousDelicious6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are so
Exquisite in taste.
Sweetness is all I taste with you.
Its like I
catatan subuhsebuah metafora di tengah selembar essay,catatan subuh8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sehisap menthol di pekat asap,
sebersit hangat di pahit espresso,
sekilas jingga di violet jam lima pagi,
dalam satu detik saat buka mata,
apa masih ada emosimu?
marah itu, benci itu, rindu itu?
atau semua lebur,
menjadi satu gumpalan bioplasmik
yang menyerap semua elektron sekitarmu
dan terjadi ledakan bisu di cerebellum mu
dan tanpa sadar...
kamu menjadi pujangga di dalam trance
membuat puisi tanpa berpretensi
melantun diksi yang beriluminasi
di setiap paragraf ceritamu,
di setiap ujung naskah harimu,
yang ada hanya rasa syukur,
untuk 86400 detik yang kamu lewati,
untuk setiap lembar essaymu,
untuk setiap pekat rokokmu,
untuk setiap pahit espressomu,
untuk setiap violet jam 5 pagimu,
dan yang tersisa di ambang lelapmu hanyalah...
terimakasih dan ampuni aku, Tuhan
Fragile VesselFragile Vessel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Delight of worms,
crawling with filth.
Dust to dust,
the broken return
to the clay from which
he was formed.
Skin and bones
are nothing more
than molded vessels
used for a time-
filled with a lifetime
of broken dreams
cruelty and sorrow.
Until the day
Thor's hammer falls
and the clay vessel shatters.
Our soul trickles free
of it's captivity,
and back to the
ash and soil
this fleshly cloak
returns to be devoured.
Becoming one with earth again,
while our soul crosses
the bounds of eternity
to wander in the ethereality
Release.The sun had just begun to rise over the autumn trees. The leaves had only just started to turn, so they were at that magical point where they were still on the trees, but going bright colours of orange and red. The rising sun illuminated them, so it looked as if the trees they clung to were on fire. As rays of sunlight came pouring in, he felt his face become warmer, and the nights chill slowly leaving.Release.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He gazed down the hill, and looked upon his hometown. To the eye it was picturesque: tourists came from all over to see its beauty. The quiet little down in the heart of the Dyn Valley. While he was sitting there, he could see why they thought this.
But he knew that there was more to this little welsh town than met the eye. Behind closed doors, he knew a different life, one that wasnt so innocent. Ever since the death of his mother, he had descended into a downward spiral. A real mummys boy his father used to taunt.
But it wasnt that
DollMove me hereDoll7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Move me there
Or turn my key
It'll set me free
Perhaps for only
A moment or two
Although it's enough
For me to breathe
Just a single breath
Slipping through air
Without a single care
As I move here
And I move there
kolaborasi dua arahANIS ANNISA MARYAMkolaborasi dua arah8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Selamat pagi, saya gumamkan itu,
Entah pada siapa,
(mungkin pada seberkas sinar yang menyelusup lewat jendela)
Dan saya menggeliat,
Reaksi dilematis antara tidur dan bangun
Pikiran sudah mengelana kemana mana
Tubuh masih ingin berbaring lama lama
saya masih ada di tepi sungai seine,
saat saya membasuh tubuh pucat telanjang saya
saya sedang menyusuri the great wall
saat bangunan kelabu berlumut meneriakkan realita
saya sedang di puncak everest,
memandang gemerlapnya taj mahal,
menyentuh batuan kasar piramida,
dan semua yang mereka bilang dunia nyata,
tidak lebih dari sebuah paradoks transparan
Sekarang, tubuh saya disini, duduk di atas kursi coklat
(mungkin sekarang pikiran saya sudah di luar angkasa)
Ada yang mau membawa saya kembali ke dunia nyata?
EKKY ZAINUDDIN AFFANDI
Gumam sang surya meneriakkan dia datang
Sosialisasi paradigma dengan sketsa yang terhambur
Kesetiaan daratan menunggu turunnya huj
In less than 24 hoursIn less than 24 hours Ill know,In less than 24 hours7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In less than 24 hours I can stop holding my breath,
In less than 24 hours my anger will increase or diminish,
In less than a single day Ill understand for myself,
In less than a single day my world could stop,
In less than a single day my emotions may get the better of me,
For in less than that day, those 24 hours to come,
Shell be home or shell be there,
Where she can be hurt even more,
Alone and unable to be with who she needs,
Stuck in a place where they love her,
About as much as kid loves a kids meal toy.
So I pray, and beg that she will be home,
Because no child deserves to be left anywhere,
And certainly no loving mother deserves to have her child out of her reach.
Kissing The RainBradyKissing The Rain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Was a shock when we heard it.
The head teacher got the whole year together, I end up sitting next to the Toxtic Twins, Becka and Charlie, who sit there and gossip about something stupid.
YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA
Then Teach shuts them up, shuts everyone up and starts talking, droning.
I look around for Moo. Havent seen him for a few days now.
someone was taken from us a pupil with great potential
Where the hell is he? He wasnt easy to lose in a crowd, big fat Moo
at the hands of Keith Vine all because of a trivial minor incident
Oh GOD no.
I realise then. Moo. God NO.
My arms go all wobbly and weird, like the insides had MELTED under my skin. My heads spinning and I feel my mars bar from this morning shift in my stomach.
Everyone thought Vine had killed him but I know.
I know the TRUTH.
And it was knowing the Truth that got Moo.
He had got away from the Rain. The shouts from other kids about
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 13 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,
Distant Thunder. Canon FireI walked so softly out that grand bronze pipeDistant Thunder. Canon Fire3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so the flowing waters but kissed the tips
between my trembling toes, then fluttered on
to burst through to the gentle, glowing light.
There, at pipe's bitter end, I saw it drop
a hundred thousand metres onto reddish soil.
A cold wind braced me. She fed my lungs.
still I was unprepared for what I was to see.
High up in the mountains, my pipe of bronze
thrusted out as a bony horn upon the cliff
carved around its mammoth jaw, the face:
a devil's toad spewing forth upon the land.
There I stood listening to gilded plains
whisper, rustle feathers softly to my ear...
...and distant thundering canon fire.