NaturalWill you love me in the morningNatural3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my hair is a mess
after you played with it on the pillow?
When the scent of my perfume
is just a remnant of the sweetness
I offered you last night?
And my nightdress is on the floor
on top of your shirt
after we undressed ourselves
to love all night?
Will you love me in the morning?
When my body is naked on your bed
entangled in the sheets?
When my skin expels its plain fragance
and my eyes look at you
with the freshness of a new day
and my hair flows untidily on my shoulders?
Will you love me in the morning
when I am natural?
Tale 2: Worlds in the AtticHe was very old by now. His long, white hair, uncut for fifteen years, was loosely spread all over the back of his coat. His shoulders were brought forward by age, his fingers weren't as deft as they had been. If there was one thing he was very happy for, it was that when he had started, he had used the higher shelves first. It meant he didn't have to climb steep, uncertain ladders all the time now.Tale 2: Worlds in the Attic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were hundreds, thousands of jars and bottles and little tin boxes neatly stacked on the shelves, hung from the ceiling by thin chains or ropes, some small and precious glass containers brought together by ropes hanging from the ceiling like clusters of grapes or braided into garlic-like strands.
The man had wanted to be a writer, or a sculptor, or a painter, or some other sort of artist that could show all the worlds that lived inside people. A long time ago, he had understood the fact that he had no talent. It didn't affect him now. He was content to be nothing else but a keeper of w
The Right OneYou may have flaws,The Right One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you may not be a hundred per cent perfect
you are flawless to me,
just what I need.
Loving and sweet,
manly enough to draw me
as a woman,
just what I want.
You are beautiful.
I find it hard to describe
what you are
and the effect you have on me.
Your eyes have me mesmerised,
your lips are so inviting,
your body is my desire...
the right one
Nuclear Winter'Mother, tell me again about the sun.'Nuclear Winter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She pauses scraping the stretched hide,
thinks. So many images she could give, in words
he wouldn't understand golden, sunrise, light.
Her son was born to cold darkness, has never seen
the sun, animals in clouds, gods in the midnight sky.
Some days, what she misses most is the sky,
more than electricity, than fresh tomatoes, than sun-
shine. The white tails of planes created scenes
of foreign adventure, when only thunderheads could hide
the horizon and the day produced its own light.
Now the horizon chokes on ash and she on useless words.
She never lets him see her cry when her words
become ghosts, unable to puncture the thick sky
and rest peacefully. She has nightmares about the light
from each subatomic explosion that burnt out the sun,
and she's haunted by a notion that there's nowhere to hide,
nowhere to run from the nuclear eyes of God and not be seen.
Before the years of winter, she and his father had seen
mankind linked with hopeful
Naruto fanfic part 01Sasuke was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the picture of his newly formed teamNaruto fanfic part 018 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and stroking the picture where Sakura Haruno's beautiful face was with his finger so
delicately that if the she were real she wouldn't even feel it. He did this as tears stung his
eyes in his desperate attempt to figure out why he couldn't let himself seem at least a
little loving in front of people. He wanted to be kind , especially to her, but there was just
something in his brain that wouldn't let him show her how he really felt. Still stroking the
picture he let out a tear and then got angry with himself for being so weak. "You're so
selfish and stupid!" He cried aloud to himself. "You only think about what you want and
never anyone else... Why can't I just be normal like everyone else? Why can't I just let
myself get off of my revenge streak?" He stood up and and laid the picture on his shelf
wiping the tears from his eyes. Then , looking in the mirror, he said "You won't be selfish
Facade - Itachi X Sakura. Ch3Kisame wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he had been completely preoccupied with trying to hold off the Konoha shinobi when Itachi had spoken. He disappeared only to reappear at Itachi's side a moment later. He observed the scene with wonder. Itachi had the pink haired kunoichi in a lock, with a kunai held at her throat. The Kyuubi container was shaking on the ground, seemingly trying to stand but failing miserably and the younger Uchiha was stooped over a little, a deep frown set upon his face.Facade - Itachi X Sakura. Ch37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To be honest he wasn't entirely sure what to make of the scene, to him it seemed as if Itachi had everything perfectly under control, just as he usually did. He couldn't fathom why they were leaving but then again it was Itachi who was the genius, not him, so he simply resigned himself to the fact that whatever his stoic partner had in mind was the best course of action.
Alright then let's get out of here he si
plainlookplain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see how the brittle grass bends
as though bowing at the knee
and the wooden fencepost
with its halo of rusted iron
still longing for the lost days
when it too
could move with the wind
surely our old gods slumber
in the womb of this land
where clouds ceaselessly tumble
toward a stark horizon
and the dirt roads
on an altar of earth
in the distance
a brown sparrow
his tail feathers braced against
the bitter autumn frost
his mirrored eye flashing
with the steady hymn
The BeachThis isn't much,The Beach3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but whenever someone tells me
to put a shell around my ear,
I hear your breathing
with my head resting
on your warmth.
I know it's just
the blood rushing
around my head.
I know, it's just...
the sun in your hair
and the salt and the sand.
moth wingswith no alarmmoth wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she dances through the bony air,
eyes like a hungry child
slobbering at the first scent of knowledge.
glistening off of those eyes
– the very sight of it –
the taste that all greedy minds crave.
she flutters towards it,
light peaks through her delicate wings
like how it flickers under the water's surface,
an angel ascending into heaven
easily and swiftly crushed
by the capital hand
that shadowed behind such heavenly light
– with all intention of crushing the wings of innocence –
and with a clear conscience,
as a moth is to a hand as what a person is to the universe.
isn't it painless for a hand to swat forth
and drop a bomb from a plane thundering over a burning city
because it can't see the suffering it causes?
wouldn't it be immaterial, then,
for a puissant hand
to drop one from heaven?
moths that are dazed by the beauty of light
are not seldom blind
to the torment that it's agent to.
slenderman.Don't breathe.slenderman.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I exhale slowly when the room starts to spin.
Hands pressed up tight against the walls, so hard my palms hurt, all my body soaked with sweat, everywhere numb with fear but also with the knowledge that once he finds me I will no longer be numb, I will be able to feel every horrifying, disgusting thing he does to me.
I hope he kills me quickly.
I can't see. It's so dark. The lights are gone. He must have done it. I would flip a light switch, but the sound will let him know I'm here. Not that he doesn't know anyway. He always knows. Always sees me. Eveywhere. Besides, it wouldn't work. If he can make my camera go batshit insane he can certainly kill the lights.
click. clack. click. Sounds like tap shoes. I wonder if he dances?
The mental image almost makes me giggle.
It All Started With A Bet - DahviexJayy"You lost the bet Jayy you have to do it." I urge, nudging him.It All Started With A Bet - DahviexJayy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"But I don't want to." he whines.
I stare at Jayy as he dances around the kitchen, eating Twizzlers, in a pair of booty shorts we plan on adding to the merch store.
As he does some belly dancing move, I feel my jeans begin to grow tighter.
Shit shit shit shit shit! I think frantically. He looks over at me taking a bite of another Twizzler, then his eyes trail down my body to my lap. I feel my face flush red as he smirks and walks over to me.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" he asks in a tone of voice that makes me get even harder.
He's just so fucking sexy.
His hand brushes over my crotch, and I suck in a breath, a shudder going through my body.
"Jesus boy." he growls, and I instantly know he's nearly as turned on as I am, "You're hard as a rock."
I swallow my nerves and look at him, our heights even for once since I'm sitting on the counter. "Why don't you help me with that little problem t
facade - Itachi x SakuraChapter One: Cat and Mouse.facade - Itachi x Sakura7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura waited anxiously for her team mates, she'd been fetched by Shizune a short while ago and been told that the Hokage required to see her urgently. Upon arrival she had been told she'd be given details of the mission shortly once the others arrived. This news had shocked Sakura slightly, it was unusual for ordinary teams to be called urgently for a mission. If there was an emergency it was the ANBU who were normally sent to deal with it. Sakura rubbed her eyes sleepily, she'd had a ten hour shift at the hospital and could feel it taking a toll on her, her chakra depleted by the long days work.
After slightly amending her blurred vision she glanced at the Godaime. She looked tense and her face was frozen into a frown. As her apprentice Sakura had a good idea of what the older woman had to deal with as the leader of Konoha and the stress it must be causing her. The thr
PoemsA poem is something,Poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not everyone can write,
A poem can make,
Long and restless nights,
A poem can be,
Anything you feel,
A poem is also,
Something you can steal,
A poem is personal,
From the start to the end,
A poem is one time,
No one can pretend.
Because when you write one,
It may be filled with doubt,
A poems a good thing,
Because its my way out.
The EndIs this really how it's going to end,The End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With you intentionally exasperating me to my breaking point
And me running away again in submission?
You are sending me away for a final time,
Leaving all this still and stagnant water under the bridge,
And still adding to the murk in it.
These are the final days to attempt to mend our broken relationship;
After all this time, things have still not changed.
When I leave this time, I'm not coming back.
FreedomFreedom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Antonio Luiz
The meaning behind it all,
It is in the search of it,
The taste of discovering new things,
New worlds, new cultures,
And still have a lot to discover
It's the reason to why,
Diversity and death exist,
So that a man, never have a reason to be bored,
Before he has the chance to die,
Speak and listen with kindness,
Your truth and the truth of other people,
Even the ones from your worst enemies,
They too have their story,
Don't pretend affection, respect, love or friendship,
Even less pretend smiles, tears, or speeches,
Your hugs, kisses and tears,
Shouldn't be hard to get, nor should they be free to give,
When you can touch the horizon,
Speak all languages,
Tell the stories of life of all wise men,
Know the legends of all tribes
You'll be near the end,
Always be sought,
The meaning of life,
Remember to keep yourself alive,
There's nothing more important than that,
Dare to fly high,
Try hard to be happy,
Inside And OutMy love for youInside And Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
goes beyond the physical you.
I love the man inside...
I love your eyes
because they are the reflection
of your beautiful soul.
I love your mouth and lips
because they utter the loving words
I want to hear.
I love your firm chest
because it holds a heart so pure.
I love your strong arms
because they can hold me so tight
and comfort me at night.
I love your hands
because they give me the softest touch.
To be honest with you...
I want your body too.
I also want the man outside.
I want your eyes,
because they entice me to come closer.
I want your mouth and lips;
because they make me crave for some deep kisses.
I want your chest,
because it invites me to lick around your nipples.
I want your arms
because they are strong enough to crush my body against yours.
I want your hands ...
because they can do me so much,
they give me caresses, soft and rough.
Why would I lie to you?
I love your inside
your outside .
Oh so trueNot sure if this is right,Oh so true2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But when i said yes to you,
Your question that sunday night,
I made a choice.
Very well aware of what it was,
What this meant to us,
I'd share my life with you,
It seemed innocent.
And i know it is not,
And i know i am a pain,
And that hurts me,
You deserve the best of me.
But unfortunately i can't give you,
My best version,
Every single day.
And i know i might hurt you,
And i know i love you unconditionally,
And i know we fight, we argue,
You don't always get it.
I wish i was easier,
Don't want to let you down,
Because i decided on making it work,
And i took a chance at love.
Not with anyone,
But with you,
Your amazing person,
In the simplicity of your soul.
And i hope,
That in a few years,
When i grow wiser and stronger,
You will be next to me.
Holding my hand,
I try my best to be better,
In your company i grow,
You are the best of me.
I hope that you will,
Be here next to me,
Sounding cliche and stupid,
But oh so, oh so true.
You and Me Against the WorldI'll be nineteen and he'll be twenty-one. He'll be made of scars and half-truths, and I'm sewn together by unfinished stories and abandoned inspiration. They'll say it's wrong because love can't bloom from a broken past. But their warnings will fall on deaf ears because you'll be staring into my eyes in a way that whispers, "It's you and me against the world." So I'll take your hand, our fingers and destinies intertwining to create a whole new adventure.You and Me Against the World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first months will be spent in a cramped apartment, bills and heated arguments piled up to the ceiling. I'll cry some nights because you're never home, and I'm fearing the worst. You'll walk in the door at two a.m. one morning, and I'll be in the bedroom, tears and old memories flooding my eyes. And I don't know what will be special about that night, those tears, but you'll break down. You'll hold me and apologize until your voice is hoarse. "It's you and me agai
GrapefruitI hold a microcosm in this globe,Grapefruit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy on the palm of my hand,
full of regret and heat.
it is heft and heady smell,
the unexpected roundness discovered on the ground
after the season's first rain, a secret shielded
by shining leaves pulled open like wet, wide eyes.
The skin blushes with nervous goose-flesh,
fragrant as a summer promise.
It is the dark light behind your iris,
lemonade on the green porch,
hair stripped by the sun until it is soft and wild.
It holds the flesh of the hot season
tightly beneath its puckered skin
and I knock on the door of its fullness
with my teeth.
We are sharing this summer secret together,
in the gray plant nursery
where the mud sucks your shoes from your feet.
A stooped tree glances at us from the spot
where it burst through a fence,
speckled with moss.
WaitingWaitingWaiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale willow girls wait by the river, brides of the water,
Guppies swim through their veins, silver darts of bright pain.
Their names are hieroglyphs of mist, frost and rain.
They walk barefoot in the snow, leaving tracks so they know the way back,
A tracery of breadcrumbs that the ravens will never eat.
Twelve princesses slip underground,
Dance in slippers of tattered frayed silk,
Corkscrews of ribbon, stiff with blood and melted tallow.
They inject themselves with music until their eyes hum like bumble bees.
Then they sleepwalk through the day in a haze of yearning
For fierce wet stone beneath their frenzy of feet, of bones.
When they kiss they taste blood.
They taste honeyed tears.
The brides walk by blank storefronts, by scraps of words,
"Joe's Dry Cleaners", "Nick loves Alicia", "Please, oh please".
The town huddles waiting for checks, food stamps and jobs,
In a boarded up movie palace, the wood charred by some great fire
Black as the ravens that feed Elijah rice,
learning to forget how to readi hate it a littlelearning to forget how to read3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
that i am more to you
than just a body
to hold onto at night
and without knowing you
too much past your body
and copy shops,
i am afraid to so much as
think of this
(the fear is sharp,
yet i know better
than to lie)
The nature of inspirationWhen was the last timeThe nature of inspiration2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You heard the word 'erection' in poetry?
I think it was a while back
Between the pages
I mean "humans" don't even play
Or just rise to the thirteen year old tree-house
Inside us all
Where politeness is a foul facade
And we aren't afraid of our fingers.
We prioritise the silhouettes
The way pressing pen into paper
Made us so
And out of
Inspiration isn't a pretty, pristine river...
And it's about time we became
It's about time
We let up
And let it
Burn us up
Turn us on
Turn us up
Our wobbly bits
Into an aphrodisiac
So if there's any P.S.
Poetry can teach you
the word 'erection'.