Japan x Reader - Stolen KissJapan x Reader - Stolen Kiss1 year 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
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 AntoinetteWhen I was a girl I was me.Marie Antoinette8 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.
The Origin Of Saint JimmyThe Origin Of Saint Jimmy9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-The Origin Of Saint Jimmy-
"James, James, James." The old man sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What are we going to do with you?" He looked across the large wooden desk to the scowling boy seated on the other side. "It's Jimmy." The boy growled. The man tapped the sign sitting on his desk. It read "Principal Smith". Jimmy rolled his eyes and added. "Sir." Principal Smith set three pictures on his desk and folded his hands. "James, can you tell me what this is?" Jimmy muttered something under his breath and leaned forward to look at the photographs. He grinned, seeing what they were. They were all of the school bathroom.
The first picture was one of the mirrors. There were cartoon faces drawn on them in thick permanent marker. The next one was the wall, completely covered in graffiti. Jimmy's graffiti. His grin widened. Random words, phrases, quotes, song lyrics, all written in thick, colorful, permanent marker, stretched over the entire wall. "Beautiful." He whispered. Then he turned to
AffairHon, can I talk with you a moment? she had asked.Affair7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I nodded in agreement. It didnt seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.
I remember hearing that word. She didnt say it, did she? She couldnt have. She loved me. She wouldnt betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.
Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldnt do that to me. She loved me.
Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasnt sure why. I heard the suitcase being dragged out from the closet. I saw her clothes being tossed around. But she wouldnt leave me. Not after so many years. Were we supposed to go on a trip somewhere? No, nothing like that. Why was she packing?
I dont remember the conversation we had. All I remember was our love. We loved each other. The word affair
DL's 100 Crayola Colors List1. AlmondDL's 100 Crayola Colors List5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Antique Brass
8. Blizzard Blue
9. Blue Bell
10. Blue Gray
11. Blue Violet
13. Brick Red
14. Burnt Orange
15. Burnt Sienna
17. Caribbean Green
18. Carnation Pink
24. Cotton Candy
27. Desert Sand
29. Electric Lime
31. Forest Green
34. Granny Smith Apple
38. Jazzberry Jam
39. Jungle Green
41. Lemon Yellow
42. Macaroni and Cheese
44. Magic Mint
50. Midnight Blue
51. Mountain Meadow
53. Navy Blue
54. Olive Green
56. Outer Space
57. Pacific Blue
60. Pink Flamingo
62. Purple Heart
63. Raw Sienna
64. Raw Umber
65. Robin's Egg Blue
66. Royal Purple
69. Sea Green
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.
Ten Tips for Writing1) Describe. Description is good, and you should always do it as much as you can. We know you see the world you want to show us, but we need to see it as well, every detail. Make good use of adjectives and adverbs. Metaphors, allegories, and references are your friends. When something happens, make sure all relevant questions of who, what, where, how are answered (unless, of course, it's a mystery). And during particularly influential events say, the introduction of a new character or setting, bringing to light a new concept or perspective in a dynamic character anything story-changing should be described as much as possible.Ten Tips for Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The van came to a halt at the corner of forty-third and eight, invisible aside from the strip of quarter-moonlight glinting off its mirrors. Four men stepped automatically from it, all dressed equally darkly, and equally silent.
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible deathAbortion - Dead Before Born6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn
My Mommas eyes, stained with sorrow
As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn
But she promises to herself, that she wont mourn
For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake
A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn
And eradicating me is her only route of escape
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden
I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour
That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the chance to savour
Defenselessly I will descend to ashes
By a remorseless choice made from shame
My loveless existence will be aborted
And my fathomless dreams, buried in a grave
Never will I consume my first breath of air
Or experience the effervescence of laughter
Never will I know the meaning of love
Or envision my future from hereafter
If only at this moment, I was given a voice
To speak to Momma and comfort her woes
Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:Le Ballon Noir8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
Hidden Behind Masked BeautyHidden Behind Masked Beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cover my face in this gorgeous makeup
So that I may feel beautiful inside and out
She takes a tool with a beautiful color
And brushes it across her face
Just the slightest touch
And her face can be transformed
Into a beautiful work of art
Putting on this makeup
Has become a daily routine
And without it on
She feels as though
She is naked
It gives her a boost of self confidence
Without it on
She doesn't believe she is pretty
No matter what people say
She feels ugly without it
This makeup you see
Is a guardian unlike any other
It has become a mask
That hides her pain
And all of her insecurities
But in reality
Her natural beauty shines brighter
And all that truly matters
Is what's on the inside
Not the makeup of worldly beauty
20 Writing Prompts20 Writing Prompts20 Writing Prompts7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This shouldnt hurt. She said quietly, soulless eyes downcast.
An empty street, once filled with colour and life, was far more desolate than one that had always been barren.
My shadow crept across the wall as I waited; the clocks ticking dragging me through each long second with hope for the next.
Id read between the lines, but it didnt mean I liked what Id found.
He dropped his head, the fatigue of days finally seeping into his abused muscles; the last of his strength finally gone.
Look, hed said softly, pointing at the night sky and the only light that littered the velvet night; the stars. My eyes shot back to him quizzically, the unspoken question on my lips. He laughed as he always did, eyes creasing in his merriment. When youve finished counting all the stars in the sky, he said, voice dropping to a whisper, thats when Ill come home to you.
You could see h
A Poet's RomanceShe was the quiet sort,A Poet's Romance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within her eyes,
to pottery skin;
she would mold herself
into moonlight butterflies
and glist'ning calla lilies,
pure and white and
and when night cast
itself upon her in
heated, hard'ning flames,
she’d smash herself
upon the rocks
and in morning start
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on
Melancholy, my lovermelancholy, my dearest loverMelancholy, my lover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
misery, will you be mine tonight?
drown my sorrows, fall with me in my darkest hours
pain, my only pleasure
tear me apart, shiver on my skin
smash me into smithereens, whisper me your love
sorrow, sing me your silent song
I don’t want to wake up on my hurt anymore
won’t you let me sleep, I’m so tired to fight
and I don’t know how I can pull through this time
every pitfall is deeper than the last one
melancholy, will you stay by my side tonight?
caress me sweet, drown me deeper
like a haunting memory slashed in my mind
sorrow, sing me your silent song
I don’t want to wake up on my hurt anymore
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
Sapere audeSapere aude10 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
Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever met the one whose smile melts all that surrounds you and reality flies higher than the breeze on the wings of a hawk, no even higher? If not then I wish you, oh I wish you
such a magical mystical stroke of luck.
Have you ever met the one whose voice can even in a whispered hush, float over your skin, causing sensations of such warmness you sigh in mere anticipation of their touch?
If not then I wish you fate shall grant that start.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a stranger, peering in total rapture as you see yourself reflected back in them, feeling the pull to get closer, closer still?
If not then I wish that shall be for you destiny's will.
Have you ever burned with the very lightest of touches of one's finger merely on the top of your arm and find even in that first encounter the one who your heart has always desired?
If not then I shall pray with rapture's complete' powers of ecstasies soon you shall find that sacred fire.
Have you ever as lips close , then com
Yes Or No?shall I jump..Yes Or No?3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
shall I not..
Will you follow...
Will you not..
Take a breath..
Take it deep..
It's a path..
It is steep...
take the chance...
or leave it now...
shall we dance...
or let it down...