Infinityyou want to take him and turn him into his basic elementsInfinity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
until he is a collection of sparkling particles
an essence you can breathe into your lungs
and hold there like smoke
you want to become the emptiness between his spine
the infinity behind those bones
a healed fracture in his soul
love poem for a bibliophile III haven't been reading much latelylove poem for a bibliophile II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I suppose it's because of you:
your page-pale skin is as beautiful
as any story, your ink-laced flesh
as lovely as any words. abstractedly,
I touch a birthmark, thinking of it
as a bookmark so that, in the morning,
I can begin you again.
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.Note to Self2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Infrastructureclean my body of it,Infrastructure2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of self-sufficiency, defeat.
an infrastructure of my own emotions,
public transit through my veins and spirit.
this growing up thing is full of
broken bridges, tearful sighs and clenched ribs,
if you are not enough, then no one is,
if you are not enough, then finding myself will be the worst part of it.
when words are bleak and dull
what's the point of speaking,
what's the point of breaking the silence if there's
nothing to it.
a symphony of stares and sighs into the floor,
an orchestra of hands going through my hair.
if this is self-sufficiency
I'm not sure I want to have it,
why have these mechanical movements when you can just be
your well oiled self, fixed up by someone else?
why do I get the feeling that all these roads that should get in my head
end up going nowhere...
if this is self-sufficiency
I don't really know if I want to puke my heart out or hold it in.
like polishing firewood,
would you rather have stones in your head or in your chest,
CopenhagenLet’s meet again in an alternate universeCopenhagen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair black
because I hated being a natural blue.
I’ll teach you to play guitar
and you’ll show me how to fly,
scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,
a tandem bike going nowhere.
I’ll know you by the gentleness
of your fingertips and you’ll need
no identifier but the slant of my handwriting,
because, world to world, some things don’t change.
accidental exposurenewton’s laws neveraccidental exposure5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
applied to you. maybe
tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
you are that glint
on the edge of the
flirtation of a star, of
a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I
traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you
every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.
Albino ravenHe often wondered whyAlbino raven4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
he couldn't bond with anyone else,
why his hands were always dripping
with salty sweat and liquid fire.
He grew up without a father
so he made his own,
he'd always punish himself for what
he thought was wrong,
hands would always be full of
uneven healed wounds,
he felt the need to tear off his scabs.
A jaguar. a cheetah.
a child full of spots on his skin.
He would often wonder why
he couldn't bond with anyone else,
albino raven in the shape of a boy,
his actions would only be
repetitions and charmless imitations of men,
in the end, he was
both inside and outside
he made sure his father remembered him that.
what had happened before
would echo into today,
his feathers turned white
from the shame and disgrace
of not having someone
to tell him
"I'm proud of you".
TrecutAm sa te astept,Trecut9 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mereu am facut-o, pentru ca stiu ca mereu o sa te intorci. O sa vii la mine cersindu-mi un sfat, rugandu-ma sa te ascult sau cuprins de ura ai venit cautandu-ti alinare. Mereu te-am asteptat, acolo unde m-ai lasat sau unde ai vrut sa ma uiti. Oricat de mult ai fi vrut, mereu gasesti o cale spre mine pentru ca sti ca eu o sa fiu mereu acolo cand ai nevoie si am sa te ascult, am sa te inteleg si am sa te ajut.
Stiu ca ma urasti pentru ceea ce sunt. Uneori ai vrea sa dispar, dar oare cum as putea face asta cand sunt o parte din tine. Sunt tu...si o sti prea bine. Ma urasti, doar oare cat de mult te urasti si pe tine? Ma vezi pe mine in oglinda de fiecare data cand te uiti, dar oare pe tine de ce nu te vezi? Oare de ce nu vezi ca eu oricat de mult as vrea sa am un Sine al meu, sunt modelat de vointa ta si ajung ca o sluga sa fiu tarat peste pamantul peste care tu calci. Iar intr-un final, tot eu sunt cel pe care il urasti? De ce nu vrei sa intelegi ca oricata ura ai arunca
intangibilO să-nveţiintangibil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
că nimic nu e corect
şi niciodată n-o să ai
ceea ce meriţi.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematiciansOf Snake Charmers and Trees1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that calculate the gravitational pull
that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly unromantic,
searching for logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that without fractals
there would be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
Sunetul ploiiSunetul pianului se auzea pe fundalul ploii in acea seara. Imbibat de mirosul parfumului ei, am pasit prin holul pustiu spre camera de unde natura parea sa renasca prin sunetele de duet.Sunetul ploii1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Ma opresc in prag pentru o clipa. Nu am vrut sa o sperii, asa ca m-am oprit sa o admir. Langa fereastra prin care cerul isi varsa intunericul unei ploi de toamna, ea lumina acea seara. Pe un scaun cioplit din lemn, canta. Asemeni unei pasari, un glas ce nu imi era dat sa il inteleg, sunete al caror ecou doar il simteam cum rasuna in jurul meu, ma faceau sa ma pierd. Adanc in ochii ei, in sufletul ei. Simteam cum traieste fiecare clipa, nota, picatura de suflat ce o torna pe clape si le facea sa rasune.
Pierduta in privirea sa o gaseam, in o lume atat de frumoasa. Sa vezi intunericul ca o lumina. Sa vezi lumina din tristetea unei ploi de toamna, si sa o intelegi incat sa ii poti raspunde prin muzica. As fi vrut sa nu stric acea clipa si sa nu se mai termine. Un tablou atat de perfect ce mi-a ramas in am
And he saw the moon.Hidden awayAnd he saw the moon.3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from his heart and home
and after his tears
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
He wondered what this radiance
that still shined upon him
was, for even the sun
had forsaken him
and he blessed it
and deemed it his savior.
from love and light
and after his hope
had been stolen away,
he looked up
and saw the moon.
And each night he prayed
to its light's benevolence
and would place a chair
beneath it and reach
he was closer to its kindness.
from his wonder and worry
and after his care
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
And he began to believe
and his belief cemented til
he began to know
there was no light<
IchiRuki - Truth or Dare"What do you want to do today?"IchiRuki - Truth or Dare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I have no idea. What do you want to do?"
Ichigo and Rukia were lying down in the grass by the river, relaxing after a night of intense hollow fighting. So far, Rukia's phone had not gone off, so the two decided to take it easy and try to regain some energy and strength. It seemed simple, but Rukia quickly realized that not attending to their normal every day tasks was causing slight anxiety.
"This is really strange," Rukia said, looking at her phone. "Not a single hollow alert? This thing's gotta be broken."
"I will admit it's weird not fighting, but I don't think your phone is broken. Maybe hollow's need a day off too." Ichigo joked.
"Oh ha ha."
"Rukia, relax. Just enjoy this while you can. It's not very often we get to take a break."
"But I'm BORED, Ichigo!" she whined.
"Sorry. Can't help you with that." He replied.
"There's got to be something we can do. We should go find some lost souls and send them to the Soul Society or something!"
"You need to g
A Change of Pace - Chapter 1A Change of Pace (VinylxOctavia)A Change of Pace - Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ruby eyes misted over in the dim light of the bar, music blaring through the speakers but failing to register in her mind as nothing more than mere noise. She took another long, drawn out sip of the bitter liquid, feeling the traveling burning sensation rest in her stomach. The stress of the past few months had been forgotten long ago at her third drink and now she was simply continuing on for no reason in particular. The bar itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary; typical mahogany tables that gleamed in the light, chairs occupied by either extremely miserable or inebriated ponies, idle inaudible roars of chatter, the trustworthy bartender who could've possibly graduated with a phD in psychology and knew everything about everypony. And, of course, that one mare or stallion who chugged down far too many drinks.
Tonight, that was Vinyl Scratch.
"That's enough, Vinyl." The unicorn bartender's voice was stern, but his intentions were strictl
Intre somnO inima?Intre somn1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sti, cred ca am ceva de genu pierduta in piept. Am simtit-o cum batea in ziua in care te-am intalnit. Nu stiu daca a fost ceva voluntar sau nu, dar am simtit-o cum batea cu pumnii in mine si striga ca vrea libertate. Satula de intuneric si cuprinsa de frica vroia sa iasa afara, cuprinsa de caldura ta. O inima...nici nu stiu cum arata. Nici nu stiam ca asa ceva salasluieste in mine pana sa te intalnesc.
Dar acum si tu de indoiesti de existenta ei, si ma intrebai daca am asa ceva. Am, dar acum imi dau seama de ce am lasat-o ingropata atatia ani. Ii era mai bine printre suflete moarte. Acum vazandu-te cum pleci, tipa dupa tine. Ii e teama ca ca daca nu o sa te mai vad, toata ura mea, regretele mele si tot ce ramane in urma ta vor fi pamant pentru ea. Si simte ca numai rezista. Asa ca te rog, lasa bagajul jos, numai privi spre usa...
...nu e nimic dincolo de ea care sa te astepte.
E aceiasi lume de care ne-am refugiat in camera asta. Ia-ma in brate si spune-mi ca va fi bine. Buzel
FlutterMac Part 7: A Broken Hearts and Hooves DayThe bustling market street was noisy that day, not that the center of Ponyville wasn’t always loud with the sounds of various mares and stallions haggling over prices for their wares, but today it just seemed like everypony was trying to yell over each other. Big Macintosh didn’t mind though. If being bombarded with a little noise was the only price he had to pay to spend this afternoon with Fluttershy, he would gladly pay it. With winter slowly coming to an end, the various vendors of Ponyville were trying to sell off the last of their wares before the new produce was ripe for the coin making. This is why the market was so chaotic. Everything was being sold cheaper than normal.FlutterMac Part 7: A Broken Hearts and Hooves Day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fluttershy had asked for him to come along with her to the farmers market because he was better at dealing with some of the ruder merchants that they may encounter. While he didn’t mind being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of large groups of ponies, he much preferred the quiet and rustic
Change of Pace"Hide me." Astrid looked slowly over to where Tuffnut stood, slightly crouched behind a bush, as if his platinum blonde hair would blend in with the greenery.Change of Pace4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hide you from what?" She asked acidly, wondering what in Niflheim could have one half of the fearless Thorsten twins running scared.
"Hiccup." Tuffnut hissed out frantically.
"Hide you from Hiccup?" Astrid cocked out a hip, crossing her arms and staring Tuffnut down like he'd grown an extra set of arms. "Seriously, Hiccup?"
"He's " Tuff paused, trying to find the right words. "gone crazy. He keeps following me, and he won't leave me alone."
"So he's got a weird case of hero worship. He'll get over it, he got over me." Astrid sneered, flipping her bangs out of her eyes.
"It's not hero worship." Tuff hissed out, his voice climbing in pitch.
"Astrid." Tuff froze, the familiar voice
Those Violet Eyes- Part 2Ah ha ha ha ha! The most hilarious part is, we meant it! Right then, right there, we meant it! And it wouldn't last an entire day! It's so. Bucking. Hilarious!Those Violet Eyes- Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luna ruined it all. She told her mother about our location out of her before she could leave. Knowing that hurt, too. I actually trusted her.
So we were unceremoniously awoken, as the dawn finally arrived, by that Alicorn Queen. And she proceeded to kill me.
"Celestia Harmonia! Get up immediately!" was our alarm. We scrambled to our feet, hardly daring to believe our ears.
"M-Mother? How di-did thou findeth us?" Tia stuttered.
"Be silent, you disobedient, reckless, foolish filly! Thy good sister Luna informed me of thy destination! Thou art to return to Canterlot at once!"
"N-no, Mother. I am staying here with Discord."
"What didst thou say? Dost thou truly wish to ruin thy mother's celebration of victory with thy impulsive flight?"
"Mother, please, don't "
life lessons kindalove is not utopia,life lessons kinda3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
but resembles a game of dice
with sweet embraces and nuclear bombs on the sides.
the root of it all is circumstance,
the chance of meeting her at the bus station
and the chance of wandering alone forever.
you love acting like you know what you want,
but you don't even get to choose,
so thank the moments when it all seems clear,
'cause I don't know if it ever is,
'cause at some point you feel so much sorrow,
it seems like you've got to pass through an endless amount of
smoke and thick fog and never ending tears
to be able to breathe.
the people you'll meet and the people you'll be,
the things that you'll gain and the things that'll be
the goals that you'll strive to achieve and the ones that will be
forever out of reach,
I guess what I'm trying to say is
Seize the day.
time is relentless and time stops for no one,
yet love makes watches and hours feel
numbers and clock hands that drip on the floor,
a mess that just
Afraid of you How can you make some be afraid of you? Someone once asked. As far as how Kai looked, he did not possess any physical greatness to pose any threat. He could be easily snapped in two, or whirled over someones shoulder without much effort.Afraid of you7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes I can, he answered quietly, if anybody wishes. His language deficiency only supports mockery around him, but he is already aware of what challenge they have put upon themselves.
Her, her! the boys said, as they pushed a girl toward him. She looked at him fiercely, staring with heavy makeup that emphasized her eyes, as if she triple dare.
This better not waste my time. I have things to do she said, but she was easily persuaded by an easy reward; a total
Sheets“I adore you,”Sheets6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
By my own travestiescould you,By my own travesties5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lay down with me,
help me disappear,
all these things I've dreamt of
are melting away,
help me unsew
these actions and words,
these things that are just
begging to go wrong,
'cause when the chorus is sung
my name never appears,
it's like I'm always decieved
by my own travesties,
feel the punch coming in,
feel the punch breaking down
as you sleep soundly, it seems
I'm always planning my schemes
of killing both of us here,
our bodies would lay down
with their identities
from one another.
Those Violet Eyes- Part 1Oh, how wonderful! A guest! Barely anypony comes by the garden these days. Aside from her, that is. It gets so very dull. Stay and talk a while, my good pony! Who knows, maybe you'll get hateful enough to push me that much closer to freedom. Even if not, it's always nice to have a little chat!Those Violet Eyes- Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, but I forgot. You can't hear me, can you? Of course not. A statue can't very well speak now, can it? I'm just rambling to myself, in my mind, as always. What fun. But I'll tell you what; I'm just gonna go ahead and pretend you can hear me. Much less mundane that way, yes?
So, since you were kind enough to drop by, I thought we'd share stories. Everypony loves a good story, right? I'll tell you how I came to be here, and then you tell me how you did. Fair enough? Good. Oh, and you can't leave. The very least I can do in this rocky situation of mine (ah ha ha, aren't I just the wittiest?) is compel you to stay. So stay.
Now, where to begin? What was the