[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was every week that Kiku walked up and down the street to the local grocery store, and it was every week that he encountered the adorable, ebony-black kitten that greeted him with a soft mewl. It had sepia-brown paws, with an alabaster-white tipped tail.
It was every other week that you walked up and down the street with Kiku to the local grocery store, and it was every time that you encountered that adorable-but-menacing kitten that greeted you with a mewl, subtly laced with a threat. You glared in reply and waited patiently as your boyfriend kneeled down and played with the cat since he had time to kill (apparently).
That cat was fierce competition.
You knew Kiku had a thing for cats and you knew it was unbecoming of you to
The Stars....I look up at the night sky, wondering what's nextThe Stars....9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the moon is little more than a sliver for now, I look towards the stars
Their beauty shines brightly here in the suburbs
It calms me for some reason just to see them there,
which reminds me of her......
My heart burns for her just as brightly as any of those stars
And I'd do anything just to prove that - anything....
I see a star and choose it as my own, to represent my heart
and I usually like a falling star, but this case is different
I hope beyond all possible hope that this star - my heart
will never fall....
"I know it won't, no matter what happens to this star" I say to myself
I see another star falling, and wish upon it, hoping for...something
The wind blows, bringing me back to my senses
I then head towards my destination with hope in my heart,
wondering what's next........
ElvesWe are the eldest and wisest of allElves10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In our lifetimes we never notice winter through fall
We only keep going, we never die
We don't seek the future, we look to the sky
Fair and beautiful, we always are
Eyes brighter then the brightest Star.
Skin that shines like the sun
In every father, and in every father's son.
We are the elves, we live on
We live in the sunset, we live in the Dawn.
When we cry the rain pours down
When the trees die, that's when we frown
Sailing on a silver sea,
Moonbeams disperse around me.
To the lands where we never die,
On the wind where seagulls fly...
Japan x Reader - Stolen KissJapan x Reader - Stolen Kiss5 months ago in Romance More Like This
“ And if I kiss you, darling
Please don't be alarmed” – New York, Ed Sheeran
[f/n] tried not sneezing again, rubbing the used tissue furiously over her nose before reaching out to scoop another one from the already empting box (it was amazing how she managed to finish those in record time, she would enter Guinness records one of these days with the right amount of bad luck and one of the nasty colds she always seemed to attract). The hard process of moving around while having the flu and the fact that she was buried by no less than three blankets made it very difficult to reach for the tissues that were calmly resting on the little table next to her bed.
Just one more inch…
It wasn’t surprising in any way when the girl felt herself losing the support offered by her mattress and rolling on the cold ground, becoming a mess of covers, pajamas, used socks and a tennis shoe that shouldn’t even be there (God, how she needed to clean up her ro
The Butterfly Project - A Book About CuttingI've submitted a few entries about this just to see who would respond and how people would react to this, but now I'm really starting to get more serious about it.The Butterfly Project - A Book About Cutting3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm writing, or more so creating, a book that tells the stories of cutters and people who self-harm. My reason for writing this started off as something personal: I wanted to know who was feeling the same way I did the first time I cut. I wanted to know if people thought it was an addiction or obsession. My friend and I have been debating that for a few months now. Her story is in here too(: Most people ignore cutters. They pretend like everything's fine and we all know it's not. People don't realize that there are real people out here going through real problems and this is how they're coping. I'm trying to raise awareness of this. I'm not saying anyone really needs to end up in therapy, but cutting isn't the best thing in the world to do when you're upset, and if more people knew about it, maybe they could pr
Marie AntoinetteMarie AntoinetteMarie Antoinette12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Born a duchess in days of old,
Eyes of sapphire, hair of gold
spoiled young lady, ambitious mum,
marriage contract, signed and done.
Princess classes all day long,
lessons of speech, dance and song
one thing her teachers forgot
the most important, you would have thought,
to rule a country and rule it well
this, to her they did not tell.
In a carriage, driven miles
soon floating down an aisle
within a palace was all you saw
the Versailles court and nothing more
clothes and parties are all you know
alas Marie, the final blow.
Your country lay, wrecked and poor
while you danced on the palace floor
the angry people gathered and rose
taking you, the royals and your pretty clothes.
Your head was chopped at a guillotine
a more sorrowful sight was never seen
after the dust settled from the revolt
we know, Marie, it was not your fault.
Marie AntoinettePowdered, poufedMarie Antoinette7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shellacked and pompadoured
Within an inch of my life
Squeezed into this tight little corset
Whalebone and ivory pinching my waist
I arrive, bedecked in gold lace and jewels
In a cloud of sweet-smelling dustoff - I mean, parfum
I must be careful not to make these mistakes
Not to be influenced by the silly idiots de la cour -
Indeed, the idiots of the court.
The Dauphin can only hide from me for so long
I will be the best Queen France has ever seen!!!!
--Cheers she who was beheaded by her people.
Marie AntoinetteWhen I was a girl I was me.Marie Antoinette7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ran happy, joyous, almost free.
I looked to one for my reflection,
and saw my sister there like true perfection.
They say you rarely sample real delights
yet I tasted mine day and night.
a care in the world, had I none other
until that which would turn into mother.
she became mother when I left that day
she took it upon herself, some say,
to teach her daughter how it should be done
every piece of advice artfully strung.
Before, she'd never really been there.
A shadow in the distance, a whisper in the air
yet now she wrote daily with a questioning tone
and a voice which grew stronger yet so far from home.
Each little paper deafened my ears
each little threat chipped off the years,
the memories of once slipped further away
and my reflection was shattered with the coming of day.
I lost my sister when I left that morn
I left 'me', now am 'she' so battered and worn.
Deaf to those who speak, I sit only half my own
and wish I could find peace at least alone.
Perfectintense pressurePerfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
radiating on me
i don't know what to do
or where to go.
i try and i try
but all i do is fall
getting up and tripping down
i try and i try
i never know which
way to turn
right in front of my eyes.
but when im with you
it becomes clear
like an endless
like a sunny day
tiny drips of sweat
making our hands
feel like they
are meant to be
To Go FarTo Go Far8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Regretfully Yours,lush clouds creep across the cerulean-colored sky...Regretfully Yours,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it reminds me of the deep shade of your eyes
when you give me that look i'll never forget.
the kind of piercing glance that breaks you into a sweat...
there's a lot more behind those eyes,
an esoteric glimmer that's hard to decipher.
i feel dizzy, my heart's racing.
this intoxication is almost too much to face.
i can't bare this uncertainty,
not the slightest idea of what's going through his head.
this mind-boggling anxiety is enough to rip my self-esteem to shreds.
i keep soldiering on, for reasons still obscure to me,
attempting to distract myself
with no avail.
me heart's behinds bars of steel and doubt,
and i know i'll be imprisoned
until your final decision.
i remain regretfully yours...,
AutismAutism10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiddne in the silence
I live among the clouds.
I daydream my world
Into my life as real.
Everyone has a special place.
Their place to get away
My place is just permanent
My own sanctuary.
I may walk the street in your world
But i run thru fields in mine
I may sit and stare at something
but to me a movie is playing
You may see me wandering off
mumbling to myself
but i can see it differently
for me, i see
Things I Didn't Know I Had To Know.So maybeThings I Didn't Know I Had To Know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate him when he drinks
but love the way his hands forget to worry.
Your thoughts move slower
when you slog through an alcohol sewer:
across the back
of your loosened fingers.
Even eating fists
you cannot help but speak.
And then your hands liberate themselves from parade rest.
They snake around my shoulders,
trace the boundaries of my figure;
you cannot keep your mouth
from my mouth.
And I let you.
With your tongue tracing the outline of newly parted lips,
I can taste the hops and barley.
They are bitter.
I am bitter.
Somehow, it fits.
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
Adultery -poem-Temptation.Adultery -poem-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stay or go?
Love or lust?
Right or wrong?
Sapere audeSapere aude9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To live for the love of another's heart
Is to play an honored yet tormented part;
For as true as this burning passion may seem,
Perhaps 'tis naught but a fleeting dream.
How does one judge between love and lust?
How can one see through golden dust?
How does one tell laughter from lies?
How far can one go before a true love dies?
To live in love is to live in doubt,
Yet far better to love than to live without;
And though to love may also be to lose,
Far safer to lose than never to choose.
If you live in sin can you live a love?
Can you forever fall without gazing above?
If you live in love do you love only a face?
Or do you give your trust, and love entirely in faith?
To live in love is to live a query:
It's guaranteed Life will never be weary.
One may easily fall, and do much wrong
But somehow I believe we will remain strong.
Asking queries of love, no matter large or small
Are better than a life unquestioned at all.
So now that I'm actually with you today,
I'll find my words and final
All That I AmAll That I AmAll That I Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A monster, yet still human
A sinner, yet still a saint
A liar, yet still truthful
A dog, yet still a being
A loser, yet still a winner
A creep, yet still normal
A corps, yet still alive
A waste, yet still of value
A corrupter, yet still clean
A king, yet still a peasant
A beggar, yet still rich
A curse, yet still a blessing
A whore, yet still pure
A ghost, yet still flesh
A criminal, yet still honest
A boaster, yet still humble
A bastard, yet still caring
A nerd, yet still a jock
A wimp, yet still strong
A fool, yet still wise
All these things I am at any given time, at any given day,
I am proud to admit these and yet,
I am sure to deny them all.
Matt Nguyen AcronymMellowMatt Nguyen Acronym1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just a momentjust a moment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the bar: Smile, Sex, Goodbye.
Spring?I was cold last night;Spring?8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A butterfly looked away.
Your light writes my life...
Hot HeadHot Head5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hot-tempered as ever, heating up as usual.
Being a hothead, hating you all.
Stepping on my toes, standing in my way.
Boiling my bolts out, still keeping the flames at bay.
Can't keep it much longer under control
The inner fire is heating up the coal.
Get out of my face or can you keep up the pace.
Getting my gas burning, is that what you desire.
Churning my mood, unleashing unto you is my hellfire.
Like a cigarette in an astray, ashes and flesh still smoldering.
Another victim of my hotheaded fire splitting.