All Hallow's EveThe pale keening of cicadasAll Hallow's Eve4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
echoes in the sun's lingering hue
and on the horizon
smoke unfurls its wooded glory
through the glen.
Pumpkins crown the curling vines
waiting to be claimed
in greedy grasps
and turned like changeling goblins
and this bright crush
of maize and barley
carves the crisp evening
and singes our eyes
in the fine glory of a psalm.
Walking Disaster XYWell, baby, I'm a social hazard,Walking Disaster XY6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The child of a whore and a bastard,
Pain is a symphony that I've mastered,
'Cause baby, I'm a walking disaster.
I've been labeled, disregarded, deemed as a sin,
So let me know when this starts to sink in,
I'm a danger, a threat; I'm bad for your health,
My calorie-high, sugar-coated, fat-rich self,
And I'd personally suggest leaving me on the shelf,
Are you listening to the words coming out of my mouth?
It appears you're more focused on something else.
You want me, I get it, it's easy to see,
But there's a long line of your kind waiting for me,
You're nothing special, and I'd rather not corrupt,
The mind of an innocent not knowing what's to come,
So unless you're willing to sign a waver before the ride,
I'm not interested.
'Cause baby, I'm a social hazard,
And the whole world's trying to put me away,
You're the type that'd never stay,
Well, baby, I've got nothing else to say.
So light a match, strike a pose,
Try and show me the danger running through yo
ShadesShades2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Each day's ebb and flow
Fills and empties sculpted space.
At dusk shadows grow,
suggesting those mysteries
enclosed in hearts long since stilled.
Edge Part 13: Try To Relax I got into the house as quickly as I could, the relief instant as a wall of air hit me, cold as ice. I sighed and tried to make a run for the stairs, but I could already hear my mom's shoes in the kitchen. "Abel?" she called as her feet hit carpet. I turned to her, one hand already on the banister. She hadn't changed out of her pink nightgown yet, despite the fact that her makeup was done. "Your late. What happened? Did you fall on that bike again?" She gasped as she came up to me, pulling at my sleeve. "You're bleeding! You did fall, didn't you!" I looked at the wrist of my sleeve, a few smears of red on the cuffs. I rolled my eyes. I was surprised that she didn't even question me for wearing the long sleeved version of my uniform on the hottest day of the year; something I was only doing to cover up the last time I had gotten hurt. It would still be days. . . Maybe weeks before the wound on my arm was gone.Edge Part 13: Try To Relax7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, mom, I'm fine," I said, soun
Disney LiedI never should have been allowed to watch movies as a child.Disney Lied4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They gave me hope
They made me believe
That there was actually someone out there
That would want to fight for me
To overcome all odds to be with me
To love me.
Those childhood movies lied to me.
As I grew up that hope I once held so dear
Turned into utter disappointment.
The time I spent daydreaming and wishing for
Will be useless hours I can never get back.
TimeTime6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time ebbs, leaving the past behind,
as the falling tide leaves an empty beach.
Only our crumbling relics remain,
those moments, now sea-changed, when hope
and intention might have coalesced.
Or should I change
the metaphor? Time is a ravening demon,
it swallows all in its indifferently rapacious
maw. It leaves no trace
of images and dreams once close encased
in the brittle, discarded skull.
Time has fullness, when its harvests
are ripe, yet always plenty decays,
the mighty sun gutters, all that
remains is endless night.
Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.1Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I open my eyes to find myself in a room. I sit up still drowsy from waking up I wipe my eyes to clear my blurry vision. My head is also hurting like it got hit with a baseball bat. Eventually my head stopped hurting but then i see that I'm naked and the only thing covering me is the blanket from the bed. I see my clothes scattered on the floor along with female clothing. I start to move out the bed when all of a sudden I hear a noise that sounds like it would come from a woman. When I look over to my right I see that I'm not alone in this bed. Still sleeping the female was covered in the blanket. Due to my curiosity I had to go ahead and see who they were. When I uncovered the blanket from the mysterious sleeping woman I find out to my horror that it's Heather the queen bee and she was sleeping peacefully like a newborn baby completely naked as well. I then immediately say to myself "what the hell happened last night". I try to retrace my memories from last night but all I can remember
Love Me NotDo you love him?Love Me Not7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, I dont. But I certainly wont be telling you that. You Youre Mr. Perfect with your perfect life and your perfect wife, and and even your perfect little kids who are perfectly astounding at every little thing that they attempt to do. No way.
I think so. It was a halfhearted lie at best; concocted through elaborate repetition of denial over a certain love I hold for a certain someone else, a man Im certain is far above leaving his perfect wife just to be with Plain Old Ordinary Me.
And when I fall asleep in my almost perfect bedroom, lulled into almost perfect dreams by the almost perfect background noise just outside of my almost perfect house, I dream of his perfect hands caressing my cheeks, his perfect arms encircling my body to pull me close to his perfectly toned chest. But when I turn to gaze into his perfect blue eyes, I instead see dark orbs of the blackest pitch, accented
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 55-57FortuneDip Your Feather Wisely: 55-574 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Frederick ran his finger along the rim of the box, toying with the tiny gap between the two halves that were pressed together. He traced the line, across the tiny hinges and all the way to the latch on the opposite side. He paused for a moment, resting the tip of his finger on the little lock, before flipping it open with a flick of his nail. The lid of the box popped up to reveal the treasure nestled inside. Under most circumstances the objects inside the box would have aroused feelings of horror and perhaps a bit of disgust inside him, but now they were more precious to the king than gold. A handful of pills, all of them small and white. They were quite innocent in their appearance, but it was also quite deceptive; the contents of his box were enough to kill him five times over, or that was what he had been assured. Opium was supposed to be quite painless and it would have been like falling asleep, except he wouldn't wake up from that deadly sleep.
FP Day: Seasons of Our LoveSpringFP Day: Seasons of Our Love4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spring was often depicted as a wonderful and happy time of the year, when the hard vicelike grip of winter loosened and the flowers began to bloom again and the birds were starting to sing. The days were warmer and longer and brighter, filled with the promise of a fresh start to the year. People smiled to each other and were generally in better spirits, which was natural considering that the snow and cold had finally gone. Fritz certainly loved it because it meant that he could return to his dear Sanssouci and spend time among his beloved gardens that he enjoyed so much.
Prussia hated it with a passion.
And there was only one reason that he hated it. It seemed that when the earth shifted, everyone went absolutely nuts. There was more energy in the people and the land, as if all throughout the winter they had been storing up their energy so they could release it all in one explosive burst when springtime came around. He could feel the happiness of his people and sense the
Edge Part 17: Sickly "Abel?" Elliot said, still sounding lost as I shut the door behind me. "I thought you said that you weren't coming today."Edge Part 17: Sickly7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And I thought you said that you were going to graduation today," I tried to joke, but the timing was too off. I walked over to him, handing him the water. "Here. Dante said to give this to you."
"Thanks," he muttered as he pulled his hands away from the smaller one and took it, placing it on the table next to him.
"And this," I said, pulling the towel off my arm. He thanked me again, pushing the chair he was sitting in back and standing up. I looked over to the bed, now that I could clearly see the figure lying in the covers. Gideon laid still in them, I knew, but it didn't look like him. His face was too pale, his freckles losing their color. His eyes looked sunken and black, other than the reddish color around their edges. Even his lips were pale and looked
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 27-29PizzaDip Your Feather Wisely: 27-294 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of singing woke him up. He was sprawled across the couch with his arm over his eyes and Aster lying on top of him. For one blurry moment he was confused because he knew that West would never in a million years sing in the kitchen (unless he was in a really good mood and thought he was alone) so the singer obviously couldn't be him. A second later his brain registered the voice that was two octaves higher than his own and the stream of Italian that it was singing and a huge smile split his face. "Off, Aster," he ordered, pushing the sleepy retriever away. He managed to crawl off the couch and hit the floor on unsteady, sleep-fogged feet. Gilbird gave a half-hearted cheep from his hair.
His shoulder popped as he stretched languidly, standing on the tips of his toes and bending his back into a perfect curve. He straightened out and headed over to the kitchen, smiling even wider when he peeked inside. Of course little Veneziano hadn't noticed a single thing, a
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 33-35ManipulationDip Your Feather Wisely: 33-354 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi, what the hell's all this?" Gilbert demanded, indicating to the freshly dug garden in the palace grounds. The earth was still loose and soft. But there were no plants in it as far as Gilbert could tell.
Fritz watched him with that smug little smile on his face that he always wore when he knew more than someone else. "That's my new garden," he said, coming to stand beside him. "A little small compared to the others, I will admit, but I don't intend for it to be that big." He tapped his fingers on his cane and watched the guards that he ordered to stand around the garden. They looked very stoic and professional, and they were in plain view. Both onlookers and passersby gawked as they passed. He knew the question that was on everyone's mind: Why was the king ordering guards to be placed around his new garden? What was so important that they had to protect?
"Stop being so vague and tell me what it is," Prussia said, crossing his arms and almost pouting. That
Edge Part 16: LiarIt had been almost two weeks since Elliot's... 'accident', and I had somehow managed to fall into a routine. I would wake up and go to school. I would listen to the gossip about Elliot being taken out by Jimmy and his friend... And the worst part was, everyone just accepted it. The way they spun it, Elliot was the evil one and his attackers were the heroes. It made me sick, and Anna wasn't helping. She was trying, I knew, but it was just the bit of juicy talk she liked, and she couldn't resist. She had me. A direct link to Elliot. She tried to avoid it as much as possible, but every so often she would slip in something like "So is Elliot's head still hurting?" or "Is Elliot coming back any time soon?" If it were someone else, I probably would have thought it was concern, but to her it was gossip.Edge Part 16: Liar7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, at the end of the day, I would go to the office and get Elliot's work for him from the lady behind the desk and bring it to his house. I can'
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 17-19BullyDip Your Feather Wisely: 17-194 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"had I been treated so by my father, I would have blown my brains out, but this fellow has no honor; he takes all that comes." The king thumped his cane against the floor in his conviction.
Had I been treated so by my father, I would have killed him, not myself. Prussia thought in reply, wisely holding his tongue. He saw Frederick wince and turn his head as if to fend off a blow. From his position he could see the prince clenching his fists in his coat, probably imagining them around Frederick William's neck. He couldn't blame the kid for not sticking up for himself, that was just asking for the cane. Well, that was what he was here for, it seemed.
He cleared his throat a little. "My, King, if I"
"Don't you start with me!" Frederick William immediately shouted, rounding upon him. "You and your little protests and 'If I may suggest's that you repeat like some goddamned parrot! When will you learn to keep a civil tongue inside your head?!"
Alright, that wa
Dip Your Feather Wisely 7-11AlcoholDip Your Feather Wisely 7-114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ludwig stumbled down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a tiny hand as he righted himself on the bottom step. Gilbert was cooking; he could smell hot butter and the popping of food sizzling on a pan. The kitchen was just in front of him and he peeked around the wide doorway to get a better view. Gilbert's back was facing him, the bright red cape a startling splash of color in the predawn light. Steam curled up from the top of the pan he was watching, its thin wisps drifting up and disappearing out of the open window.
He was certain that he made no noise, and the sizzling was much too loud for a person to hear much of anything, and yet Gilbert still turned around the moment he entered. "Guten Morgen," the older country said, smiling a little at his brother's messed up hair. So cute.
"Guten Morgen," Ludwig mumbled sleepily, going over to hug his brother. He was so short that he only came up to his hip, but Gilbert didn't seem to mind.
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 61-63CrushDip Your Feather Wisely: 61-634 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Get back!" Prussia screamed out not two seconds before the ground in front of them exploded, shooting a fountain of dirt and smoke into the air. If they had not stopped in place then the cannonball would have struck right into the midst of their group.
Frederick pulled on his horse's reins as it whinnied in fear, keeping the beast on a very thin line of control. "Dammit! Where's Oppen?!" he demanded, his sharp blue eyes flitting around the battlefield. "It does not take ten minutes to deliver a message!"
"He probably got stuck in the melee," Marshal Keith replied, motioning towards the writhing mass of Austrian and Prussian infantry that were doing their best to hack each other to pieces. It was too close for any of them to use their rifles, and bayonet was ruling the fight. The Prussians were far more advanced with the weapon, but there were more Austrians. Oppen had been sent to find Seydlitz and order him to lead a cavalry charge, and so far not even a stirring of rein
Vampire HeartFearful to leave the safety of the shadows, I stayed by your side. My hand on your chest, stroking ever so softly. Your unnecessary breathing shallow, your usually black eyes blazing red, which resulted in quite the contrast to your pale skin. You had told me to leave, but I just couldnt. Was your skin paler than usual? I couldnt tell. I love you. I whispered. You simply smirked, the usual expression somewhat delayed. And by this small action, I knew I had struck a chord. After four years and everything Id seen, you had to have been at least a little surprised that I could say those words and really mean them. You cocked your head to look at me. You opened your mouth to say them back, but didnt want to break the silence. Instead, you mouthed them back to me. And even though I was staring at your chest, where a beating heart should be, I knew. And you knew that. The sweet smile that had been playing at the corners of my mouth finally emerged. You propVampire Heart8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 36WantDip Your Feather Wisely: 364 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The most sought-after monarch in all of Europe. An apt description, to say the least.
Prussia watched his king through half-lidded eyes, seeing him a totally different light than he ever had before. Frederick was hunched over a map of Silesia, studying the little lines and figurines scattered across it, planning some other new detail of their conquest. He was so caught up in his map that he didn't even seem to notice that some strands of his hair had come loose and were now hanging by his face, somewhat tarnishing that upright and perfect image he wore in front of his troops. His hands were splayed flat on the table, holding the paper down. Usually those hands seemed good for nothing but holding a quill or playing his flute, but Gilbert had seen them grasp a sword with the utmost confidence as his king rode among his troops, shouting orders. Recently he had seen a new side of Frederick, one that he had glimpsed when they had been making preparations to invade Sil
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 13-16LipstickDip Your Feather Wisely: 13-164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany worried. Probably a lot more than what was considered healthy for a regular person, and if he had been a normal human being then his hair would have turned as white as his brother's ages ago. He had no idea why he worried so much. Gilbert always teased him and said that it was his OCD and rabid perfectionism acting crazy, but Ludwig scoffed at him and his wild ideas. He was not OCD. Regardless, he worried about his country, about his work, about what was going on with the world, and he worried about his older brother.
He knew that his older sibling could take care of himself (although sometimes it was hard to tell) and that he had no reason to be concerned. Ever since the Wall had been torn down he worried about Gilbert's health (but back then it had been entirely justified) and after a while the albino had told him to stop. He had tried, he really had, and if he had been successful then that would mean that he was not currently pacing his house li