Truth Be ToldI'm not a perfect angelTruth Be Told4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor will I ever be
Because there is no such thing as perfect
And that is a guarantee
We all have our own opinions
And we won't always feel the same
So don't get mad at me over it
Because I don't play the game of shame
I'll say whatever is on my mind
No matter how harsh it may be
'Cause if it is the truth
Then it should be told for all to see
Please don't order me around like a robot
I'm a human being not a slave
I wasn't born to serve you
And I'd rather live then be put into an early grave
Why must you sit here and lie to my face
When you taught me as a child that lying is a sin
In the end it won't get you very far
Because a liar never wins
IncubusOh Keeper of night and moon,Incubus11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One who lies with me,
All wrapped up in this silken cocoon.
Oh dark master of my dreams,
I hear your voice calling,
As you traipse on silvery moon beams.
Oh tamer of my wild desires,
Your touch is compelling to the soul.
So draw me near as the candle expires.
Oh sweet Angel of damnation,
One who prompts me to sin,
Just holding you is an abomination.
Oh demented twisted soul,
I know that you're here,
To steal my purity to your own hell hole.
Oh incubus of moon and night,
Dawn is approaching near.
So devour my heart at first light.
happinesshappiness3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My world is full of hate,
Your world is full of pain
Why can't we both live in a world full of rainbows and ponies
Behind These EyesI can hear your voice murmuring to me.Behind These Eyes3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Trying to convince me of something that's just a fantasy.
All your words are empty containers to fill with how you want to manipulate,
Each moment of my existence and every aspect of my fate.
But its over my dear.
I don't want you here.
Behind these eyes,
A wave of anger is starting to rise.
Do you know how much I hate you,
For all the things you put me through?
I don't love you, you never let me in anyway.
Left me broken on the ground to decay.
Whisper the lies,
But I won't accept them into my mind.
You can try to say it was for my own benefit.
The poisonous falsehood that drips from your mouth makes me sick.
Behind these eyes,
All I held for you has died.
Over and over I forgave,
Each time I was betrayed.
I thought it was just a passing thing.
And that I was your everything.
But tell me does true love make you bleed?
Does it take away all that you need?
Behind these eyes,
A wave of anger is starting to rise.
Do you know how much I hate
I'm not a strangerI'm not a stranger to this feeling.I'm not a stranger5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This feeling of not being wanted. Not being loved.
Or even missed in the slightest.
But some how, you make it worse.
I'm not a stranger to this butterflies.
They're never the good ones though.
These butterflies hurt, and attack my heart.
They reach my throat and make me choke.
I'm not a stranger to the dizzyness.
But it's not the floating-on-air kind.
It's the kind that makes me sick.
Makes it hard to talk without crying.
I'm not a stranger to love.
I know what it feels like.
And what it brings with it.
The smiles and laughter.
I'm not a stranger to the fighting it brings.
The tears and silence.
The screaming and name calling.
All done in a temporary moment of hate.
I'm not a stranger to 'I love you's'.
Late night phone calls.
Flirty words and innocent blushes.
I'm not a stranger to awkward moments.
I'm not a stranger those three words.
Baby, we need to talk.
Baby, I'm sorry.
Baby, it's for the best.
I'm not a st
The Art of Mental Warfare The Art of Mental WarfareThe Art of Mental Warfare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We need to learn to live again,
Stop renewing the subscription to pain.
Stand and turn to face the light,
Win the war, but lose the fight.
Recognise your enemy, but never engage,
Ignore your demons while they're on stage.
And when they're gone, sabotage,
Stood in the shadows under camoflage.
And when the order comes to stand and fight,
Their armies are weak and lacking in might,
Stand strong and push them back,
Then strike hard and attack.
It's all about subterfuge and deception,
Not fighting until it's your chosen reception,
Cut their hamstrings, bleed them dry,
So they're weak when you want to die.
Summer Skin Draft 2It was the summer of the weird smell and I was fourteen years old. Katie and I met on a swing set. I was twisting back and forth, a bag of red licorice on my lap, a fresh novel in my hands. I never finished that book; a few chapters in, I was interrupted by an energetic "Hey!" and as with most things that summer that weren't Katie, I couldn't now pinpoint the details of the novel if my life depended on it.Summer Skin Draft 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A book," I answered deadpan, carefully marking my place with a tissue.
"Well, duh." She collapsed into the swing next to mine.
Her blonde hair was darker than my own, sun-kissed shade.
"Can I have some of your red vines?"
"I don't even know your name." I was so shocked by the audacity.
"I'm Katie." Without hesitating she reached over and snatched a piece of licorice out of my lap. "And I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
Then suddenly, I was in love.
"I'm Ella. Did you just move here?"
"No," she replied, her mouth full of red. "I'm staying with m
Someday...?I'm waiting for someday,Someday...?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for someday to come,
for the clouds to disperse,
and out come the sun.
I'm waiting for the rain,
the rain to stop falling,
for someone to care,
and hear my voice calling.
One day I'll be free,
be free from this pain,
I'll behin to heal,
and finally be sane.
One day I'll accept,
I'll accept come what may,
and I'll learn to be happy,
that's just not today.
Depressed GirlI'm tired of live in a world full of cruel, selfish and hypocritical peopleDepressed Girl10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I do not want to live in a world like that, I can no more
Was stupid of my part believe that one day would find my place in society and in the world
But they reject me and treat me very cruelly, that made me a person who all his life will bring a great emptiness and pain in his heart
I opened and gave them my heart into small pieces, until they left me with nothing
I put aside my problems and needs, to put theirs first
I put aside my happiness, to put theirs first
And the only thing I received was incomprehension, scorn, rejection, ignorance and the most painful loneliness
Love is a privilege that I can not enjoy
And I feel great pain to think that maybe I was not born to be loved
¡Damn all those pushed me and trampled me mercilessly!
They think I have no feelings, but before of this I had many feelings, but now they are dying with the passage of time
Now I have only feelings of self-hatred for having give
No Perfect MediumIf I could paint my feelings on canvas,No Perfect Medium7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What would the picture say?
Most would see a happy face
Few would see the true pain.
If I could carve emotion in stone,
Theyd see it and Modern, theyd think
Some would see the twists and turns
And know its too confusing to believe
If I could compose thoughts in a song,
How fast and how loud it would be!
But how many could find that quiet, slow undertone?
So beautiful, but so hard to find that relief.
If I could sketch my heart in a book
With a crack down the middle and a lock with no key
Id pray that someone could open it again
Someone who really cares for me.
You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell meYou Can't Tell Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
The world is uglyI woke up on the couch. Which freaked me out of two reasons. One, I didn't remember anything about going to sleep on a couch, and two, I hadn't got a couch. I was sleeping in some other person's house, but I had no idea who. Actually, I didn't remember anything about yesterday. It was all gone. I cleared my sight and sat up silently. In some way I knew the room. All the colours, the paintings on the walls, and the stacks of books that covered the floor. I knew it, and I was sure I had been here many times before. I moaned out loud, trying to remember anything. But everything I knew, was that a headache kept my mind engaged. But if I couldn't rely on my mind, which it seemed I couldn't, there was no hope of remembering anything at the time being. I became restless and started to wander around, quietly not to wake anyone, if there were any others than me. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, I heard a noise in the room beside the room where I was. A woman coughed, she sounded veryThe world is ugly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thanks to youThanks to you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ask me why I'm still standing,
even after all the pain,
after all my bleeding,
and tears dripping like rain.
Maybe it's because I forgot,
but I don't think that's it.
I think it's because I remember,
who never let me quit.
I remember ever tear,
and still hold every scar,
but even though I'm gone,
I remember you're not far.
I may have given up,
and I may have moved away,
but who was it that used to tell me
in my heart you'll always stay?
Even through the loneliness,
and indecisive days,
I remember who stood by me
and made me change my ways.
So every time I forget
why I never went down,
I remind my myself who it was,
who never let me frown.
Though there aren't many,
the few friends that did stay,
like you all have done for me,
I'll love you anyway.
.:The Window:..:The Window:.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theres a girl sitting by the window
Shes waiting for him to walk by
People come and people go
She wished she knew why
Some people dont eve notice
Some people stop to talk
Some people call out to her
But most of them just walk
Shes waiting patiently
Just for a glimpse of his face
The thought of him wont leave her
She knows its a hopeless case
But still she waits for him
Pushing everyone else away
Just for the slightest chance
Of him passing by today
People keep calling out to her
Trying to pull her outside
But she becomes frightened of them
She runs away to hide
And while she was hiding
He walked past her shell
Sadly glancing at the empty window
And the stories they would never tell
When she comes back
He had disappeared from sight
A tiny glimmer of hope
Had her sit there all night
She was so tired in the morning
She almost didnt see
A person outside her window
The person being he
They looked at each other
He smiled and walked away
And this simp
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 6You followed Sherlock through the streets of London all the while believing the strange looks in your direction were due to Sherlock, as you had not realised that you still wore your scrubs. He paid you no attention just occasionally looking over his shoulder to check you were still there, you found yourself running to match his light jog. All of a sudden Sherlock stopped and you managed to do the same just in time in order to prevent yourself bumping into him. Turning to see why you had stopped you caught sight of Sherlock’s eyes narrowing as they fell upon a black, expensive looking car. The door opened and Sherlock walked towards it leaving you standing on the pavement looking slightly confused. Just before entering the car he turned and looked back at you.Sherlock x Reader Chapter 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Keep up (Name). Get in the car.” With that he ducked his head and entered the vehicle.
Shrugging your shoulders you followed him, hoping he knew what he was doing. All ready inside the car was a young woman who
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 5After much muttering to yourself the dissection was finally complete. Remaining in your scrubs you sat down to type up the report when Sherlock appeared. Completely at home in the morgue he pulled on a pair of gloves and headed for the cadaver. He picked up the body’s left arm and inspected the underside of it.Sherlock x Reader Chapter 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“That’s it. Please go ahead and touch my dead body.”
You were possessive of those who resided in your morgue as it was your job to look after them for their family. Sherlock lowered the limb and scowled at you, annoyed at being told off. Instead he walked around the body before raising his eyebrow at you. He was waiting for you to confirm his earlier deduction.
“You were right, partially. The cause of death was cyanide poisoning, the toxicology reports confirm that. But the bruising on his wrist occurred a few days previously. He was in a fight and broke a couple of ribs; the whole thing is detailed in his medical records.”
You had moved
RegretIt wasn't that long ago really, that I made a mistake, yet loved every moment of it. I was younger then, still trying to figure out who I was, and what my purpose in life was going to be. I was discovering new things about myself and the world around me; I was like a newborn opening her eyes for the first time. But, really, I only have one person to thank for that. Her name was Sam; she was everything I was not. She was everything I wanted to be, but did not think I would ever achieve, she was the fun where I was the boring, she was the party where I was the study. She left everything to chance, going for it, if only to feel a rush of the moment, not really giving a damn about the consequences. I envied her for it, and I suppose that is why I really started to like her.Regret5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met in a physics classroom, the teacher standing and delegating where we would sit, it was pure chance that I sat by Sam. I didn
Rise of the Fallen - Part 10 (BuckyxReaderxSteve)Rise of the Fallen - Part 10 (BuckyxReaderxSteve)6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rise of the Fallen - part 10
‘Bucky?’ Steve frowned, looking at his friend walking out the study room, looking as if he had seen a ghost. ‘Wait, where are you going?’
Bucky marched through Steve’s living room, his eyes on the door. ‘You read the files…’
Steve nodded, watching Bucky walk out the door. He jumped up from the couch and ran after him. ‘I did. What is this about?’
‘[Name]… She’s not dead. I can feel it.’
Steve sighed and put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, causing him to slow his pace. ‘Bucky…The files are old, at least thirty years. I talked to Peggy about what happened to [Name]… She went looking for you, for me… The loneliness drove her crazy. They never found her body, but they did find all her belongings somewhere deep in the mountains. I know it’s hard to accept, but she’s gone, Bucky. They all are.’
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 54John didn’t expect to find you pressed against Sherlock’s chest when he came down to get something to eat, in fact he rather expected to find you still drawing in the same position he’d left you. It caused some mixed emotions in him. In a way he was relieved that Sherlock had somehow managed to pull you from that so you could get some rest but at the same time it made his skin crawl. His baby sister snuggling with his sociopathic machine of a flatmate seemed so… wrong.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 541 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You roused and rolled off of Sherlock and to the floor with a loud thump, bringing your hands up to rub at your face as you stared at the ceiling for bit before John gently coaxed, “Are you alright (F/n)?”
“No,” came your simple honest reply and John came to look down at you as you stated, “He didn’t deserve to die, John… especially not like that.”
“Everyone dies, (F/n).” Sherlock hummed flatly, having been drawn out of his thoughts whe
All I Want 5 (Dean X Reader)All I Want 5 (Dean X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Dean kept his promise. Yes, he had to crawl up to the front door and probably freak out most of the neighbors considering the amount of blood he was coated in, the majority of it his. He didn't expect an ambush, but he didn't expect to come out alive either. Dean wasn't even sure how he drove the Impala back here without crashing. At the moment, it was parked crookedly in the drive way. Mary's toy soldier was clutched tightly in his hand, the other, trying to apply pressure to the stab would in his gut. With a balled fist containing the toy, Dean knocked on the door as hard as he could, which, with the amount of blood loss, wasn't much at all.
You opened the door a mere seconds later. You had been waiting, pacing the floor all night, praying for Dean to come back safe. The color drained from your face when you saw the state he was in. “Dean! Oh my god, were you bit?” You asked worriedly, hauling Dean up to his feet, your arm slung around his upper back, his arm hooked aroun
BuckyxReader Once in a Lifetime (Part 5) Bucky x ReaderBuckyxReader Once in a Lifetime (Part 5)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: After Captain America 2
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I stood on the other side of the street, she’s probably not gonna come after me. I looked over to where she was and was surprised with what I saw. She was running across the street. She barely missed some of the cars that almost hit her. But, just as she was about to get to the side of the street that I was on (I didn’t run away for some reason, I just stood there...), a loud honking noise came from my left, it was a truck. It seemed like it wouldn’t be able to slow down or anything or else other people in other cars would get killed. I don’t know what overcame me but, I ran to the girl, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to the sidewalk. I didn’t realize I pulled her so hard that she crashed into me and we both fell onto the sidewalk, her on top of me...
You were surprisingly pulled off the street by, Bucky himself. After the whole &
Moving On - Dean x Reader (Chapter Three)You walked into the kitchen and Rick was putting away the food that you had brought with you. When he smiled at you, you couldn’t manage to return it.Moving On - Dean x Reader (Chapter Three)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He frowned at you and you could see he was about to ask what was wrong, when you heard footsteps behind you.
‘Heya Rick, I see you’ve been looking after my girl. Glad you could come,’ Bobby said as he shook Rick’s hand, and his smile was genuine. Bobby really did like Rick.
‘She’s tough, she doesn’t need much looking after,’ Rick laughed.
‘Yeah, we know,’ Dean muttered under his breath.
‘Rick this is Dean and this is Sam,’ you said, before anyone could comment.
‘Dean? As in the Dean you told me about,’ Rick asked. You nodded and Bobby, Sam and Dean all looked at you in shock.
You were expecting Rick to start asking questions but he didn’t.
‘Well, it’s good to meet you,’ was all Rick said.
‘Are you going to stay for dinn
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 4Sherlock looked at you whilst you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, refusing to lift your gaze to reach his. Inside his head thoughts were whizzing around – did you buy your degree, were you joking, were you really that unable to form a hypothesis?Sherlock x Reader Chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What? It’s the truth, he died. I don’t know how it happened as I haven’t done a post mortem and you haven’t told me what you think.”
Sherlock’s face was blank as he continued to stare at you. Footsteps thundered up the stairs and he grabbed your wrist dragging you behind him as he left the room. He kept his grip as he pulled you down the stairs and past the police team; bizarrely no one paid any attention to either of you except Donovan. Once outside you ducked under the police tape that was still there and headed for John. John looked at Sherlock expectantly.
“Well as our astute colleague pointed out he died. Cause of death poisoning. Cyanide probably judging from the sweet almond sme
BuckyxReader Once in a Lifetime (Part 6) Bucky x ReaderBuckyxReader Once in a Lifetime (Part 6)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: After Captain America 2
A/N: This part is more of storytelling done by the narrator or me lol but if you want like how I did for Bucky’s nightmare (later in this part) I could do those for each of the stuff that the sneaky master assassin’s did. c: I can add that as Part 6.5. Tell me in the comments!
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“Well, I think we can stay over at Stark Tower, I’ll have JARVIS up the security.” Tony offered.
“Am I coming along then too?” You asked.
“Yeah, considering that one of the men tried to take you out from behind, seems like you might be important. I mean, if you are fine with that ma’am.”
“Well, of course! I actually want to live.” You folded your arms.
The five of you finally arrived at Stark Tower. You walked from the balcony to the inside of the tower.
“Welcome home, sir.”
“Woah, holy shit.” You were surprised b