sometimes i dream about...sometimes i dream about your hair in my sink,sometimes i dream about...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the smell of citrus you bring, and your shirt on my floor.
sometimes i think about the spaces between your fingers and
the lines in your lips-
the way you laugh tickles my heart because then
your eyes sparkle like crystals in the sun.
sometimes you remind me of cherry blossom carpets and
the fresh rainforest smell.
you are more than what i deserve.
that pink stain you left on my pillow, those
harp-string lullabies you sang into my eyes-
they are reminders of how much you meant to me.
sometimes i wish for the melancholy of your eyes,
when i dream of past summers. my memories play on repeat:
thoughts of you, thoughts of you, thoughts of you.
time had stopped, right at the moment your eyes met mine,
and on the occasions i'm not crying into tea cups,
the world is the memory of your eyes and they way they smiled,
even when i didn't, like the last ray of light before the sun sets.
but your gaze will never fail to remind me
that i will always be a
Naturenature brings me peaceNature4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting in the rain washes away my pain
standing in the forest amazes me
staring at the stars makes me wonder
i can let out all my sadness in the rain
it washes away the tears that i cry
it cools me down when i'm angry
and it makes me want to sing
the forest entrances me all the time
the endless amount of enormous trees
the quiet stillness of calm animals and wind
and the beautifulness of all the different plants
the stars make me think about so much
i wonder about how small we really are
i wonder if there are other planets with life
and i wonder what happen after we die
nature helps me feel happy
even when i am depressed
i will love nature forever
it knows me best
Love PoemsFoundLove Poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To not be alone.
To have someone to wish goodnight to.
To have someone who always cares.
To have someone always understand.
To hear someone say,
I love you.
An aurora of peace and happiness,
The tender touch of love struck me down, unprepared,
When I looked into your eyes.
My heart was like stone,
Hiding away all pain.
Not allowing me to feel.
All it took was for you to say, "I love you,"
To free my heart.
Now I love and it's thanks to you.
I can say with all my heart,
I love you Juliana.
Desires of the Heart
A desire of the heart,
A passionate flame.
The warmth of a star,
Burning bright inside.
The longings of a soul; for that indescribable light,
Like a moth to flame we fly towards love.
My love Juliana taught me this.
With a heavenly fragrance.
That describes you,
Stretched out on green grass,
With a warm sun overhead.
My mind drifts on the tails of the w
My aurora borealisThe Aurora Borealis is a wonder to behold.My aurora borealis7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not many know of it in the manner I do, for she
only comes out at night in fear of retribution.
Shes quite shy at times, but can you blame her in this world?
Oh but when she does come out from that black blanket of stars,
her beauty is intense. Much like that of the amaranth.
I am quite fond of spending hours just staring in awe as she dances among the stars.
Some people think I am crazy for spending so much time with
something I can never reach. But It is here in the snowy desolate woods
that I feel least alone. For underneath this amazing light show, I feel no pain,
no fear, no sorrow. Just an overwhelming feeling of warmth, inspiration, and love.
The kind of love that will never leave my side. Not for long at least. I can always
count on her to appear again at night. Sure, sometimes shes gone for awhile. She
always returns to me though.
In a way, shes a lot like Quan Yin. Her many arms embracing me, and keeping me
A New Nation?"Where's the brat?" Sadiq demaned when he wntered what the nations called "The Rest Room". Elizabeta looked up from teaching Albania how to sew.A New Nation?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"He's in his room, he wasn't well. Serbia and Egypt are checking on him now" She spoke calmly.
The Turk growled in frustration. "What the fuck is wrong with him now?"
Bulgaira looked up, Romania was fast asleep in his lap. "He was throwing up all last night, he wouldn't eat for the last two days and he hasn't slept well at all"
Turkeys eyes widened behind his mask. He knew something was horriblely wrong if the Greek wasn't sleeping.
Egypt arrived down with Serbia a while later. Albania ran over to her sister and held up her arms.
"What's wrong wiv Gweece-chan, Serby?" the girl asked once she was safely in the older nations arms. Serbia sighed, running her fingers through Albania's black hair.
"He's going to have a baby" Gupta mummered, staring out the window.
"A new nation?" Hungary mused. "Poor boy."
"Wh-what?!" Sadiq shrieked.
Turkey x Greece Monochrome 2Turkey x Greece Monochrome 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Holding around the tender area of his head, Heracles tried his best to not make a deal out if it. The tears ran and he silently cried but couldn't help to let out a few whimpers. "Damn it I-I'm not gonna give into th-this " he said pulling his shaking body up with the help of the couch. "Man the lights are all out?" Sadik said trying to click on the lamp. It didn't really matter to him though, it was all grey anyway. He managed to light a candle and set it down near his bed. As he did he noticed a wobbling figure in his doorway.
"Heracles, that you ?"He asked from his bed. Heracles let out another whimper and advanced towards the man's bed. " didn't know y-you were home " He mumbled climbing onto his bed not even looking at Sadik. "Yeah, I am. You were just come and sit in here even if I wasn't?" Sadik replied looking at him. "Why you crying?" This was the first sign of emotion that he had shown for a while. Sadik was
Sixes and Sevens Chapter TwoThe phone rang.Sixes and Sevens Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was too damned early for the phone to ring. He knew it, and he knew the person on the other end fucking knew it as well. Still. If some fucker was going to call him at 5:04 in the goddamn morning...
He groped for the phone and mashed the button angrily, jamming the phone to his ear fitfully.
"What?" he growled into the receiver.
"Sadiq." A low voice greeted him calmly, clearly unperturbed by the gruff tone and early hour.
Sadiq Adnan sat up slowly, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep from his brain.
"...Gupta? This is a hell of a time to be making a call."
"I am afraid this is not a leisurely call, as you might have guessed." Egypt replied, his voice unhurried and even.
Turkey frowned as his fingers traced over the scars from losing Medina and Mecca, one over each lung.
"I can't even imagine," he retorted dryly, "So what is it this time? Bulgaria smacked Italy around again and Germany wants restitution? Hungary fucked her economy again? The Balkan-
Aph AU FF - Neighbours ch1Neighbours Chapter 1Aph AU FF - Neighbours ch15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eliza, or, as most of the people knew her, Erzsébet or Böske, got out of her bed slowly and quite drowsy, after a harsh and loud voice told her quite straightforwardly that breakfast is ready and that he won't take the blame for them if they're late from school.
It was the end of May, and incredibly hot in their flat in Budapest; even at 7 AM. Not to mention that her room was facing south so she had to live through every summer with the shades pulled down and the ventilating fan turned on non-stop. But this was not a big price to pay for having a balcony.
She would've been happier about that balcony if she didn't have to share it with an idiot, nevertheless.
She put on a pair of shorts and opened her room's door, still a bit drowsy. Their kitchen was just across her room and her grandfather was already sitting by the table with a big pipe in his mouth and reading the newspaper. The wonderful smell of coffee filled the little flat, and Eliza let out
my body is a funeral servicethis morning i emptied your ashes into the sky, hoping to watch them sift through my fingers like an eagle taking flight. but the wind carried them backwards and my face became an ashtray for memories. you came back to me, like you always do, like a kiss or a reoccurring dream that i can never forget. i became cloaked in black grain, the remnants of your body. your cremated smile was caught somewhere between the stinging in my eyes and the ash on my jacket.my body is a funeral service3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
in that moment my body became a funeral service. my lips preached your names to the trees. i forgot what it was like to feel anything but hymns pressing down on my back like the heat of the sun. i smelled of incense and bones burning in a fire people are paid to create. it was more than i could bear. for weeks, i obsessed on how someone could lift a motionless shell of a body into an inferno, watch people die a second time and accept their paycheck at the end of the day.
i wanted to step into that crematorium and pluck pulses like f
In Defense of DmCIn Defense of DmC4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I'm gonna level with you: upon first seeing the DmC trailer, I was appalled. I was outraged, I was pissed, I experienced a new level of fanboy rage previously unbeknownst to me. How dare they mess with Devil May Cry! How dare they! Who was that ugly dumbass? It wasn't Dante! Not him! Nope! No way! This is awful! I am affronted! And I stayed that way for maybe two days, seething about black hair dye and cigarettes, tossing and turning and crying on the inside. If I could go back in time, I would appear to myself in a haze of golden light, and with a gentle and loving gesture, whisper, "Calm yo' tits, my child." Because after the initial shock wore off, I felt a little ashamed of my gut reaction. Not that I should've been: after four games of Sir Dante Sexypants and His Magical Adventures, going from silver hair/red coat/badassery to bad dyejob/dirty clothes/asshattery is a big shock. But the more I thought about it, the better I felt about it, to the p
APH - TftOH - Egypt, GreeceTales from the Ottoman HouseAPH - TftOH - Egypt, Greece6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Egypt The Silent Man and the Proud Man
When Turkey last came to his house, that breezy little palace in the oasis, he was so much different. He was ambitious, fiery, a stir-about, always talking about his new empire, how the two of them would one day, with no doubt, rule the entire world.
Egypt found his company quite entertaining and amusing, and of course Turkey reminded him of his father, Ancient Rome. They both had that powerful aura that made anyone and everyone submit before their will.
So why not play along, Gupta thought.
But now now he was different. For one thing, he did not come alone: he was accompanied by a young woman and a child; and whats more important, he was well, practically glowing of pride and happiness.
You seem different Egypt noted quietly as he poured his guests some hibiscus tea. Turkey was sitting on the biggest and most comfortable pillow, with the young and delicate-looking woma
Are We So Different?Are we reallyAre We So Different?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Do we really
eye to eye?
Are you truly
Is it true
You know you
can't fool me
hand me lies
and tell me
It's in our
to be full
And no matter
you try to
where you failed
TurkeyxGreece Monochrome 1TurkeyxGreece Monochrome 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All outside was growing darker and darker as the warm winds blew through the remaining stillness. Sadik walked down the empty street as it gently began to rain. Everything he had seen had been in a monochrome, for a while now it had been like that. A small thunder began to role in as he stepped onto his porch and reached for the doorknob. "I wonder how the brat's doing, he's been alone all day " Sadik thought out loud as he opened the door stepping into the darkness of the house.
All but a single lamp was light in the dark shades of gray, black and brown. The first thing he looked for was Heracles. The sleeping child was bright and motionless under the golden light of the lamp, as if he'd been there for hours. "Figures," Sadik said covering the sleeping Heracles with a blanket and turning off the lamp. He hadn't been home a lot recently, and when he was it was always the same, Dark and eerily quiet.
He would sometimes walk around the house looking for
TxG 'Password: Navarino' Ch. 1"Get him on screen."TxG 'Password: Navarino' Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Antonio confirmed the emotionless command of his boss with a brief nod. The green eyes of the Spaniard where practically glued to the monitor in front of him. He was slouching in his swivel chair showing off his usual carelessness as he made jokes and hummed simple tunes from his homeland but it didn't take much to notice the huge amount of tension and anxiety that was constantly growing underneath this relaxed surface. For several seconds the room was filled with nothing but the noise of Antonio's rapid typing and even the man sitting in the back with his hands folded in his lap began to get thrilled.
"I get a signal," The man in front of the computer exclaimed; his voice nothing but a sigh of relief. "He's at the entrance now."
The wide screen that covered the opposite wall flickered to life and then showed the profile of a young Italian that looked rather unhappy. A gun was pointed at his temple and forced him to walk faster. Another person entered th
APH Red String of FateChina looked around his fellow nations and smiled softly. He absentmindly pulled slightly at the string entwined on his pinky finger.APH Red String of Fate5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other nations were walking around oblivious to the strings filling the room. As far as China knew he was the only who could see it on everyone.
The closer, physically, the nations were to their soul mates the shorter the string. But it didn't matter. The string would forever get longer the farther apart the people were and would never wear or break no matter what.
People or nations in this case, would never change their soul mates.
The thicker the string was the closer, emotionally and mentally, the two were. When the two would confess the thread would entwine their entire being and basically 'wrap the two in their love.'
Chinas eyes went over to where Italy and Germany were standing to one another. Even though they didn't see it the red string between them was thick and starting to go up their arms. They were close to admitting their feelings to one
Cold Lying CreatureCold Lying Creature:Cold Lying Creature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold and arrogant slithering beast, your tongue is forked with lies
Do you intend to take my dignity or perhaps to sully my eyes?
No matter how much you speak of warmth; affection, care or love
I know that you are simple twisted; an assassin from above
Did you think I would not see the truth, or perhaps you thought me blind?
Perhaps you felt you could deceive this man, for he is simply kind
Woe is me the naive fool, taken in by your stories of harder times
Sadly my dear, I'm an utter sadist and the punishment will fit the crime.
I will lash your body, with the best of whips; let the leather bite in close
And then I'll let you hang for awhile, whilst you stare at me morose.
Why so serious, do I frighten you badly, is this not what you want?
When you slithered into my happy home, it was a vicious seed you sought to plant
But frankly I'm evil, much more than you are, I am the darkness beneath your bed
I'm afraid that when you close your eyes, it's me you
Is It Wrong?Is It Wrong?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong
To miss those calls at night
That went on for hours on end?
To miss staying up until 1 AM
Not wanting to end our conversation?
To miss reminiscing over past memories together
Of the great times we had?
To miss feeling that I could trust you
With absolutely any secret of who I am?
To miss hurting whenever you were in pain
As if attached by our emotions?
Is it wrong
To yearn for those fights between us
About which of us loved the other more?
To yearn for those dates that were always filled with joy,
Laughter, wanting time to freeze at that moment?
To yearn for the way that, in each of our conversations,
The words "I love you" would easily slip in?
To yearn for that feeling we had together
That we could conquer any feat thrown at us?
To yearn for the way you came to me for comfort
To help you through those tough times?
Is it wrong
To wish for the good times of innocence
We had before love interfered?
To wish for those talks that made me feel important,
And that really convince
Nor The Angels Whisper.......Nor The Angels Whisper.......4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor is the the silent angels whisper
And this is not where my heart ache begind
Nor ends as the devil plucks his chords
Bringing for the his demons of lust from my heart
For not his he me, but he is you
His lust and anger lives well into our souls
Never is a human allowed to be pure
As we are all tainted by his infernal grasp
His necronomic lips whisper blasphemy upon the earth
His cry forth for Dusk and her embrace to shine forth
And bring path a new reign of heartace and doom
'These angels wept and the beauty cried,
Wishing for not only pure souls, but for no evil
To taint this holy land, yet this wish never came true'
God Raise me up!
I never knew my heart
I never knew crude's daylight scorned sight
And never bring forth the dark light into the soul
For as much as I can scream, I know I can never know my voice
And while my heart still cries for mercy and forgivness
I know deep inside that I can never rest
I can cry all I can but I should never rest
Unless my heart is cast away a
don't mention it.i only lookdon't mention it.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[insert unmentionable word here]
when water breaks into
a multitude of shattered pieces
of blinding light.
i don't hear them fall till
they crash to the ground.
that is why no one knows
i am broken with the way i sigh;
they need a sound.
i only feel
[insert unmentionable word here]
when fire burns
through a field of malpigian under my skin,
under its folds of error.
i don't feel it sizzle till
all there is, is the scent of ashes.
that is why no one knows
i am burnt of skin and bones;
they need a hint.
i only seem
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