I'd rather Die...You skip around this world peacefullyI'd rather Die...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your childish dreams and hopes,
innocent thoughts of trust, happiness and love
are filling your fragile heart...
You take a break to watch the world
A big mistake you'll always regret
All your friends and family are gone
You stand confused and lost all alone
There are dark shadows eyeing you
They observe your every move
They analyze your every action
They glimpse and they glare
They laugh and they stare
The devil takes you by the hand
Don't worry, we'll teach you how to live
How to be just like everybody else
It speaks to you in a tempting voice
You shiver and you tremble yet you nod your head in fear
You should've said no but you're far too naive
The Devil smiles with proud and satisfaction
before it leads you to your doom
We'll teach you how to wipe that childish grin off your face
and replace it with a fake smile that everyone buys
We'll erase the sparkle in your eyes
and fill them with tears that you hide
We'll trade your loyal
The Time of Your Life"Do you have the time?" He asked, matter-of-factlyThe Time of Your Life6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As if he weren't hanging upside down
From the branches of the maple tree next to Asbury Station.
I debated for a moment,
And pulled out my pocketwatch instead of my cell phone
To let him know that it was twenty past two, give or take.
It won me a smile, which I counted as a small victory,
And went to go about my day.
He was there the next day too, and asked me again.
"Hey, pocketwatch girl. Do you have the time?"
It was five after ten and I told him so.
He smiled again, and I told him to be careful not to fall.
The third day, I heard his voice on the way to work.
"Do you have the time?" He asked, but I was in a hurry.
I ran off with an apology on my lips
And he just nodded, sagely.
He looked pale the next day when I stopped to greet him.
"Do you have the time?" He asked gently,
But this time around I heard something there,
Urgency in his soft, raspy tones,
And I asked, "What's the hurry?"
He smiled. "I could have asked you that yesterd
Seven Minutes In Heaven or Hell-Sealand "Go on, pick one!" America laughed, waving the hat under your nose. You sighed. The only reason you'd come to America's party was because Sealand had dragged you here, insisting that the nations would only let him in if he came with someone else, as they didn't consider him a nation. You had grudgingly obliged to your friend's wishes. Now, late at night when most of the countries had left, America was making everyone play Seven Minutes In Heaven or Hell. You yourself had never played this game, and were rather apprehensive. Not just because you were about Sealand's age, which made most of the countries a fair bit older than you either. You dove your hand into the hat and selected one of the pieces of paper. You unfolded it, and your stomach tied itself into a knot.Seven Minutes In Heaven or Hell-Sealand3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"S-sealand," you read as dread began to well up inside of you. America laughed, grabbed your wrist and Sealand's and shut you both inside the nearby closet.
glitter is for scrapbooksbaby,glitter is for scrapbooks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i need your help.
i need to you to clean out my veins.
they're full of absinthe and rainbows,
and i'm always tripping on my own blood.
but they're always trips about real blood and horror,
and never about the stars and hearts and glitter i keep shooting up.
never about the super-fine baby blue and
sharp magenta sparkles that light up my syringes like
those colours that light up the morning sky.
more like those colours twisting and contorting to brightly coloured demons,
ones who feast and gorge themselves on the mind.
never beautiful like the shimmer and evasiveness of the stars,
but about the evasiveness of my own sanity,
and the elusiveness of comfort and stability.
its making me sick.
i need to quit,
but i need a total detox.
i need my veins emptied and cleaned,
and filled with pretty thoughts and feelings,
happiness and love.
because those rainbows just aren't cutting it anymore.
Fire and Ice IcelandxReaderFire and Ice IcelandxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Iceland." You said as you startled you Icelandic boyfriend. He jumped slightly in his seat and answered "Stop calling me that!"
You giggled as he blushed. "But Emil! You know I like to call you that."
"So you scare me?" He questioned you with a smile. You smiled back.
"You are Fire and he's Ice. You two are perfect for each other." Someone said from behind you two. You looked back to see Emil's brother, Lukas, come into class from the back door.
"I wish people would stop making the "Ice" joke at me..." Emil hit his head on the desk from frustration.
"At least people notice you." A short chile by the name of Peter said from the corner of the room.
"I wish detention would end!" You shouted into the air.
Yes, it was true. The two of you had gotten detention. It was only because Emil was passing notes to you in class to ask you on a date that was now ruined; as of now.
"Stop talking and sit down!" Your teacher shouted at you. You pouted as you took your seat next to Emil.
Never Give Love a NameNever Give Love a NameNever Give Love a Name7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Chachapoyas did not call
themselves the Chachapoyas
this name an invention
by the Incas the history
of the Chachapoyas recorded
in ruins fragments
of bowls tombs
tucked in mountain cliffs
breath caught in the throat
erodes the lungs scratches
against the empty caves
left by the ribs the broken
bowl of a shoulder blade
twisted bridge of the neck
that can no longer be crossed
ridges of the spine
a chipped necklace
memories of a kiss embalmed tucked
in the folds of an ear
now there is only this
The true tales of twilightxD haha aweosme how you logg on when its almost bedtime for me haha <3The true tales of twilight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
haha xD Its morning now my friend xD
Ive got scienceclass D: BAM BAM BAM
xD Im a vampire >8D
YES; YOU ARE EDWARD CULLEN!!!
D8< I DONT SPARKLE I BURN
YES YOU SPARKLE
YOU SPARKLE SPARKLY SPARKLES OF SPARKLENESS
AND I CAN BE BELLA, AND YOU CAN WATCH ME SLEEP, how romantic <3
and ill drink juice because im a vegetarian veganer vampire
I dont sparkle when i go out in the sun, I BECOME A FLASHLIGHT 8D
and ill be a angsty bitch and cry over my not so miserable life though everyone loves me <3
Im a white bread with curls lD
oh my white bread, i love you but i cant be with you because you are food and objects dont belong together
*throws dramatically with his head*
but flashlight, i love you *desu eyes*
Oh i know D: what about the other indianchair? gosh i dont like him
Dont make this so dificult edward! I love you both, how can i c
4. A Man in a Hat4. A Man in a Hat5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eight Years Earlier
I pushed Ches' wheel chair in front of me into the ballroom. "Dad, did she really ask for me?"
In front of me, Dad looked back and smiled. "Of course, Hatter. You'll take the name next, so you must meet the queen."
"But Dad! You've still got it for a while."
He shrugged and continued walking. "I know. But you know the queen..."
I nodded and walked a little bit faster. Ches didn't say anything, but she continued stroking Cat who was sitting in her lap, purring as he usually did.
Dad stopped by the edge of the room, motioning me forward. I cut through the people at the party and stopped by him and the black door, with a large red heart. "Well, go on through." I gulped and walked forward, waving good-bye to Ches. It was scary, scary, scary.
Somebody asked EvveSomebody asked Evve5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
ვიღაცამ ევას ასაკი ჰკითხა
რამდენი წლის ხარ?რამდენი წლის ვარ?
რა შუაშია თუ ისევ ის ვარ?!
აპრილის შვილი,ენძელის ხნის ვარ,
ნაწვიმარ ბაღის,უღრუბლო ცის ვარ.
რამდენი წლის ვარ? რა
Maximum RideI stand my muscles tenseMaximum Ride7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wall around my mind
My only last defense
Instinct to survive
My stance is proud
My fists are clenched
Never will I bow
My will entrenched
Even as they rip apart
It seems my very soul
The pieces of my heart
Still cling to make it whole
How much can I endure?
Bend but still not break
How can I be sure
Of every step I take?
I smile grimly
My feet firmly on the ground
They accepted the likely dimly
Theyll never hold me down
Concealedher emotions are concealed,Concealed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
obstructed by the barrier
she puts up for the world to see.
cause if they can't see
the strain in her eyes
they won't know what
she carries on her shoulders.
her friends no longer inquire,
since the only response,
was a constant
denial of pain.
and she weaves secrets
like a spider weaves silk
don't get caught
in their own webs.)
her echoing heart says
to let a door open
so that maybe
the agony won't crush quite so much.
but she's scared to
let the light in,
cause she knows it'll cut through
consists of affliction
to cause it to cease.
she'll stop her ears with
and let the moonlight blind
that if her senses
maybe it isn't reality after all.
and maybe if she fills in
the spirals on her fingertips,
she'll leave a bigger mark
on the world.
Never Coming HomeNever Coming Home5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the boats crashed against the shore our bodies lurched forward. A man to my left crumpled over the side of the boat to vomit. The front of the boat fell open and we rushed for cover. From the corner of my eye I saw Frank run ahead of everyone. I tried to follow him but eventually I lost him in the sea of soldiers. Even though I gave him shit for being so small, I knew he'd be alright. 'I love you' I thought to him as I returned my focus to the fight. I turned back to look at the boat and saw that Mikey was one of the last ones to emerge from the carrier. "MIKEY!" I shouted over the roar of gunfire. I watched as Mikey crouched low, running to my side. I made sure to get his attention and pointed to the trench that laid a bit up the beach and mouthed 'on three.' Mikey stared at me and my heart ached. He was terrified and the
I'm fineThrough soulless eyes people seeI'm fine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.
Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.
When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.
Are you okay?
The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.
The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.
"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.
And the crying form
that so brokenly said it was fine
is left to cry once more.
My Emo CornerMy safe houseMy Emo Corner4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're always there when I need you
I know where you are
You never move
You never complain
You just wait for me
All the time
My emo corner
You're the best friend I have ever had
Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
Work just got a little better Canada X ReaderWork just got a little better Canada X Reader4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
_____'s mom had brought her to work that day. It was a boring office job and all her mom was teaching a small class to some newbies. _____ knew every corner of the office so her mom had her running errands for her. Delivering folders and letters, taking calls, and so forth. A.K.A boring paper work. It was 'Bring Your Kids to Work' day or as _____ called it 'Bore the living crap out of your unlucky kid' day. She let out a sigh and nocked on a wooden door. " Yo dude come in!!!!" Said a male voice from inside. " Oh hey ______!" Said Alfred he got brought to work about as much as you did and you had became good friends. " Here is some paper work for your mom." ____ placed a brown folder on the deck. " Ok cool dude thanks!" He said before she left. _____ was flipping trough another folder on her way to Mr. Ludwig's office when someone ran into her caused the papers to fly all over the hall. The two teens both fell onto the floor. " O-oh maple i'm so sorry!!!" The voice said shyly as he got
Rabbit!PrussiaxAlice!Reader Reader In Wonderland 3Strange maze, what is this place?Rabbit!PrussiaxAlice!Reader Reader In Wonderland 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder why do we race?
And everyday we're running in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright.
After drinking the contents of the bottle you shrunk a considerable amount. So much in fact that you freaked out and the last thing you saw was black.
When you woke you were in a forest.. well you were on the outskirts of a forest. So naturally following your curiosity you went into the forest.
The forest was just a maze of misleading signs that pointed in all directions. Every noise makes you jump seeing as to you're in an unknown place. As you get more lost you become more confused. Then remembering the way you came you wondered how you were going to escape.
When I wake up, the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
VerlorenIch sehe Sie immer nochVerloren5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
wie Sie vor mir steht
mit glänzenden Augen
die Haare zerzaust
ich blicke zu Ihr hinab
suche die Hoffnung
will sie in Ihr spüren
doch ihre Wimpern zucken kühl
ihre zerschlissene Kleidung
ein Ausdruck der Vergangenheit
zeigen die vielen Narben
diese wollen reden
drücke Sie fest an mich
spüre ihre kalten Tränen
Ihr Herz pocht ganz langsam
eine Welle des Trauers
ich will Sie nicht verlieren
doch Nein, das war einmal
ich ließ Sie los, ließ Sie fallen
bin gegangen, nicht zurück geblickt
es ist meine Schuld
blitzen wieder auf
ich ließ Sie allein
Sie war zu klein
viel zu unerfahren
ich vergaß Sie
doch jeden Abend
da seh ich Sie
wie Sie vor mir steht
mit glänzenden Augen
ChristmasChristmasChristmas5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Christmas is a holiday for friends,
However they may be, or not, related.
Remember that the three wise kings were strangers
In search of one remote, uncanny dream.
So may we all be far more than we seem,
Together bound for dark and haunting changes,
More lovely for the loves we have created
Along the lonely paths from means to ends,
Stumbling towards that star of Bethlehem.
ignore this, bthis is exactly whatignore this, b5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is supposed to happen,
no miles-long limbs
holding back like ropes,
to our own
but jealous hearts
i am a sad bird,
hollow bones weighed down
with melancholy envy,
and heavy air.
i am not in love,
i say, and i am right.
but that does not mean
that i don't love you.
that does not mean
that no unhappy numbers
and shapes will slip
into my mind, broken slumber
and blue sleep.
tonight i will dream
of paphian entanglements
and sweet sorrows
slipping in to contrast.
i am sorry.
i am envy incarnate,
a green eyed monster,
and tell me,
loved a monster?
SupermanThere they go. They are about to accept their diplomas. My son has my eyes, the way they dart around and analyze things, and can show appreciation for the sudden intake of green they endure during a summer's day, out on this field, where so many parents have gathered to celebrate. My daughter's a bit more cool and collected. She has her mother's eyes. Calm, shy, but fully aware. I can see her observing the graduation banner sitting on the North Gate that she helped designed. It's absolutely perfect.Superman6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They survived and now they are a team. I taught them to make each other stronger, to see each other as best friends. They took their competitive energy and used it to inspire each other. They never hated each other. They always stood up for each other. I taught them that they were special, that they were both leaders. But even I was shocked at how much po