mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:mouthbreather5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be
DA:O When Heroes Must RiseDA:O When Heroes Must Rise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Niall had known, he wondered if things might've been different.
What he remembered about her was not quite the woman who stood before him now. Young Miss Surana was no longer that endearingly uncertain apprentice he had known at the Circle Tower. No, the Warden was now a young woman, still hesitant, but learning quickly out of necessity. He felt sad to see certain aspects of her shattered forcibly due to her calling as a Warden, but at the same time she seemed to have retained that key aspect about herself that he had
"Aren't you coming to help?" Surana asked, an edge of alarm in her voice, "The demon is dead now, so we should all be able to wake up."
Niall's only reply was to cast his gaze to the side. He raised it again, hesitating, "I Cannot go with you."
"Wh-Why not?" Though he recognized that she already knew the answer. Surana stepped forward, "Why can't youI mean Isn't there anything I Niall ?" Her eyes were shining brightly before the first
Feral Time, Part 2Morning came a lot faster than I thought. The sounds of birds chirping woke me up, as did the sound of my tent being unzipped. I looked out from the safety of my sleeping bag and saw Claw's muzzled face looking back at me.Feral Time, Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning Farm," he said with a smile that showed off his very white and sharp looking teeth, "Time to wake up, pack up and start your real vacation."
I let out a groan. I didn't really want to go through with his plan for my vacation. Running around in the woods seemed like something I'd both not enjoy and be lots more work. I just huffed a bit and climbed out of the sleeping bag and the tent as he backed up a bit, still walking around on four legs.
"Why are you walking on all fours a lot Claw?" I asked him as I took down my campsite, taking my time a bit I'll admit.
"I'm on vacation to Farm," he just replied plainly, then sat on his haunches like a very big dog with his wings all neatly folded at his sides, "I'm enjoying my time away from all things human. I get to
Friendly Chaos, Part 3"Reaction time," I said as I estimated the amount of time since he called and I heard the sirens, "About 30 minutes. That's about par for Macoupin county police."Friendly Chaos, Part 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I gathered up a few more of the squeakers till the sound of sirens got too close for comfort. I don't think they'd be happy to see a huge battle dragon and my IDs didn't match up with me anymore. I put the bucket near the kitchen door and went to the front pasture. It was the largest amount of open space and I didn't know how strong the wind gusts from my takeoff were going to be. Once I just walked over the fence, I spread my wings, jumped into the air and gave them a mighty flap. I could see the trees across the road move with the amount of wind my takeoff made and a lot of snow that wasn't totally frozen to the ground was kicked up, but I climbed into the air and was at about two hundred feet up in seconds, still climbing too. I could see for miles, even seeing the rapidly approaching police cruises red and blue lights in
Friendly Chaos, Part 4I stood up and stretched out in the front pasture, I felt wet all over. I looked at myself and I was covered in morning dew.Friendly Chaos, Part 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Great, I'm cold and wet." I muttered.
I shook myself and flapped my wings once, then once I was reasonably dry, started my very short walk to the house. I was just over the fence when I felt a very small series of light movements on my left foreleg. I turned my head to look at what was causing it and my eyes widened in horror.
"SPIDER!" I roared.
I rolled back onto my haunches and started smacking myself with my other paw trying to kill the huge spider. It was one of those big, hairy wolf spiders that must have been frozen, but alive in the grass and when I slept on it, it must have warmed up enough to move. Of course it's going to move around on a warm surface and that meant my scales. I still freaked out about it; it was spider crawling on me. Two quick smacks and it was squished. It was very tiny compared to me, but I could see it and feel it on me, that mean
The Secret WriterHe sat at his desk, drumming his pencil against the side of his textbook. The teacher was droning on about the Romans' strategic military style and how some of their formations could be recognized in modern military today. Under normal circumstances, this would've been somewhat interesting to him. Today, though. . .The Secret Writer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was just bored.
When the bell rang and class finally ended, he stood up and packed up his things. He felt a presence behind him and stiffened. Straightening, he turned around to see that it was her.
Seeing that others were glancing his way, he gave the girl in front of him a look and asked, "What do you want?"
She stared at him evenly, her icy blue eyes uncaring as she said, "I need your next work."
He glanced around before saying, "What are you talking about?"
Her eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. "You know what I'm talking about, Luke.
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
Your Attachment - 9Your Attachment - 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is chapter nine. To view other chapters find the links below.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Your Attachment
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: He needed me. As for myself? Well...I needed a lot of things. Too bad pretending to be a girl while also pretending to be Sebastian's girl friend weren't some of them.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Will eventually be yaoi! (Sorry mom.)
sorry for OOCness. I won't try to have it that way, but since it is AU it will have to be slightly OOC. Also, I will place warnings on the chapters that have yaoi, so don't worry. This chapter is yaoi free! 8D (Mostly XD) Also some cursing is in this chapter.
OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
FFM 2014 2 - The Path, the End, and deathThis is death.FFM 2014 2 - The Path, the End, and death1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No capital d?"
I am not alive. I am not even an idea.
"Then what are you?"
One slow, thrumming heartbeat.
We walk on an ocean, surreal and perfectly flat with no land in sight. The sky and water are colored with such shining hues I am certain we no longer exist in any real world.
"Is this purgatory?"
No. This is the path.
A wave begins to build directly in front of us. I feel uncertain, but death begins to walk, knowing I would follow.
"I didn't know there was a path in the afterlife. I always thought we just... Appeared, wherever we were supposed to."
The wave becomes larger, sloshing and raging until it is twice our height, threatening to crash just in front of us. We continue to walk.
There is no afterlife. There is just the path. This is where it ends.
"...This is it?"
This is it.
We reach the wave. Despite all appearances, despite its tremendous potential energy and what might have been life-threatening force, we walk beneath it just a
Do You Hate Me?Do You Hate Me?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are sitting on the ground, pulling grass up as you stare at the horizon in boredom. A girl walks up to you, blocking the view of the sun.
"Do you hate me?"
You blink. "What?"
"Do you hate me?" she repeats.
You stare at her. "Uh, why would I hate you?"
"You don't talk to me."
"Just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I hate you."
"So... you don't hate me?"
You think for a moment. "Well, I don't know you, so I guess I don't hate you."
"So, if you knew me, then would you hate me?"
You stare at her. She strikes you as being very odd. You are unsure of what to say; a part of you wants her to just go away.
"Uh, I don't know... Do you want me to hate you?"
Dear TeacherIn Year Seven:Dear Teacher1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my geography teacher.
I really hated you.
Loathed you too.
You gave me bad marks
And shouted at my larks.
You were the enemy.
In Year Eight:
You became my form tutor.
You were our fifth.
We were determined to
Break you like the others
And get onto the sixth.
In Year Nine:
You saw the angry red vents
Carved into my skin.
And I let you in.
In Year Ten:
I lost it all.
You were there,
Fighting for me.
You made me care
About my future.
In Year Eleven:
We made each other laugh.
And in the end
You weren’t just a teacher;
You were my friend.
CrayonsLife is like a box of crayons.Crayons8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.
Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.
Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.
It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.
Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.
They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there's only one, or i
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Jesus'You don't believe in Jesus?'Jesus4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
'What can you believe in?'
'I'm Hellenic polytheist'
'I believe in the Greek Gods'
'Zeus . Aphrodite . Athena '
'How can you not believe in Jesus?'
'I just don't'
'Its not real'
'Those are just myths'
'And what do you think Christianity is?'
'My gods are real to me'
'They aren't real'
'Dude, are you serious? Religion is based on faith.'
'Not this, Jesus is real.'
'No Christianity is based on the faith and trust that Jesus was real. Show me one piece of evidence that Jesus lived.'
'That's what I thought.'
.what doesn't kill you.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
comes back with something stronger
to finish the job
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
I AmI am the wings that guard the fieldI Am10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the path
To the pass
To the grotto forbidden
The falcon protects those in her care
Alone with her pride
A current to ride
And all the time in the world to bide
With sharpened sight
And swiftest flight
The falcon strikes with all her might
I am the beast that guards the path
In the dark
In the forest of my own
Stalking her prey
In night or day
The panther takes all in her way
Alone on the prowl
With nary a growl
Defending by fair means or foul
To an inner song
With fierce grace she keeps herself strong
I am the myth that guards the pass
A place where no man may venture
As foolish men's fates
To those who search for the grotto's gates
Is the dragon's lair
Victims enthralled by a soul-searching stare
She burns ever brighter
Ruthless grudge if ever you slight her
I am the shrine in the grotto forbidden
DarkestPoint your eyes northDarkest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You won't be surprised with what you see
This sky is a canvas
Cursed to confess
And its truth seeps skin deep
On this side
We are beneath the sun
But over there?
There is none
Just a dark ocean that pulses above
And I've found you
In this dark hour
Held up so high by the amplifier
Of all isolation
That has ever touched our minds
Criss crossed fingers
They trace the length of your heart
Just one last word
Then it's all over
And I can see through your skin
My eyes are not believers
But my heart is a gulliable liar
It feeds the very windows to my soul
They rain over this image of you
Broken and beaten
Practically in two
What should I do?
Bright spheres once lit up your face
But now those eyes are glazed and blind
My hands tremble to catch you
My voice struggles to reach you
What we seek will be hard to find
With a weak spirit, I scream
Your name like a blight on my tongue
Can you hear my distress
Can you see my anguish
Flowing freely from this path of blood and sand?
Stars and YouWhat say you?Stars and You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Stars divine,
when will my love be true?
And bring my lover home,
from your bright breast come,
to see his warm face.
His dark black mane,
of earth and sky.
Leave the chariot,
the sword and shield,
but bring my lover home.
For a shoulder of rest,
lips to caress,
and a heart to fill,
bring him home to me,
home to my heart,
home to me.