Untold Past" You have to tell me what's going on, Meava. I have these visions- and you know something! I know you do! Why do I feel like I know you? Why do I feel like I've always known you ?" The urgency in Alec's voice rang throughout the large room, it's walls covered in antique paintings. His grey, rather blue gaze looked at her in a pained manner almost, as if it hurt to be this far away from her, but confused as to why.Untold Past3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fiery red head looked at him with the same pained expression, and she murmured in a voice so soft, and yet so mysterious, " Reincarnation." There was a brief pause that followed this statement, until Alec brought himself to say,
" What do you mean?"
She brought her azure eyes up to meet his grey ones, murmuring in a voice too quiet, as if she said it too loud, it might break all the peace and security she had, " You're a reincarnate.. Of someone I used to know.."
" Callen? Callen Westwind?"
Her gaze which she had lowered shot up, " How do yo
RunningI am running. Putting one foot in front of the other and not thinking about the way my body aches for air.Running3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Running is good. If I am out of breath my words (accusations, questions that I cannot ask, predictions of what is yet to come) will not spill from my mouth like milk from a glass tipped over. If I am too busy breathing then my throat (so raw with those unsaid words) will shove those words out of the way to make room for the insubstantial air.
If I am running then I will not have to think about things that should not be known to me. I will not have to think about the thoughts that will all come crashing back when I stop. I will not have to clench my jaw and turn my head away whenever someone comes near.
It's nice, running. With running there is no judges, except about who is the fastest. No one there to give you those looks that you know exactly what they mean even if you try to pretend you don't. No disappointment, no thoughts of 'That's not normal.'. Just you, t
My Journey to Astral RevelationI'll leave earth todayMy Journey to Astral Revelation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No turning back
All my troubles left behind
All that i held dear to me behind
To achieve peace
Journey into infinite obscurity
Join the stars
Become one of them
No longer a body
Basking in the ultimate enlightenment
Gazing down at the life i once lived
I am now in eternal bliss
Finally reached true ecstasy
I reached my journey to astral revelation
No more internal oppression
I found my salvation
I am finally at peace
Through the Eyes of HerobrineThrough the Eyes of Herobrine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Through the eyes of Herobrine
I walk, across the land. Covering distances normal people would take days to accomplish, achieving things that would take months to accomplish. My brother, Notch was the one that created continually improves the universe. I watch over his creations. He made me omnipotent but as a result, I lost my sight. However, I can sense everything. I can never lose sight of anything. All creatures ignore me, all people fear me. Even the mighty ender dragon, is not my match. My first purpose was to watch over all players and eliminate all threats to this universe. That was my job until some time ago. My brother and I lost our great treasures to all worlds recently. It was divided among the worlds. I was sent on a mission to recover the treasure but we are currently unable to extract the treasure. My true self is working on the problem but the others have to defend the treasure to make sure no one steals the treasure. If anyone tries, they suffer a horrible death. Usual
I love youHe stared at the wallI love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words haunted him for life
And he couldn't stop thinking if she would come
He left everything behind already
He wasn't going to leave her
As the paint started to crawl down like ink
The liquid coming from his eyes did the same
He wiped them away quickly
For he felt like he didn't deserve anything, not even a tear
He stared at the sky
The one who watched over them everyday
"Was I that bad?"
The sky did nothing but release snow
"I take that as a yes..."
He covered his face with his hands
Everything around him seemed to go against him
Even the words on the wall seemed to be loathing him
He could hear them cursing him
He threw the bucket of paint at the wall
And fell on his knees
He was determined that she was would never come
Until warms hands wrapped around him
The owner stared at the wall
She smiled and whispered, "I know."
Punk!EnglandxReader: He's Drunk. Again.Most :fav:ed story I've written Thanks so much, everyone!Punk!EnglandxReader: He's Drunk. Again.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
*Briiiiiing! Briiiiing!* The phone was ringing. Again. You sighed and picked it up. "Helloooo?"
"_-_______?" a voice with a British accent asked.
You sighed again. "What is it NOW, Arthur?" you asked. Though you had a pretty good idea.
"Who said there was a proooblem?" he slurred. Yup, I figured this much you thought. "I'm just c-calling to say hi ________. "
"Mm-hmm right. Now where are you?" You facepalmed. He was drunk again. Or stoned again. Or shitface, meaning both.
BrokenAs much as I want to go on and to care,Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only going through the motion,
Stuck on my old notion.
As much as I would like to go on as I had,
Deep down I know it's just a lie,
As much as I may try.
Something's broken inside me,
Snapped, it's gone,
Lost, as I now seek to move on.
But when have I been one to give up on a lost cause?
ChangesIt's interesting how as you get older,Changes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer becomes less and less of a break.
Things change, for better and for worse,
Leaving one to only wonder how things could have been.
The old and the new,
the good and the bad,
Sometimes you just feel like a hollow shell,
Life whistling on through you as time goes by.
But somehow life goes on,
And as hard as it is to find the light at times,
It's there, and you will see it,
If you only keep trying with all that you have.
ClichesIgnorance Was Bliss,Cliches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until Curiosity Killed the Cat.
Turns out Reality Hits like a Steamroller.
DeceiverYou were my biggest fan,Deceiver3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I stabbed you in the back.
I didn't try to,
But accidentally mislead you.
You opened up to me, said I inspired you.
You told me I was courageous, your hero.
You were troubled and emotionally fragile,
And in the moment I wasn't careful.
My intentions were better, but the result equaled that of the jerks I despise for the way they mistreat.
Hypocritically making you a foundation, then yanking it out from under your feet.
I gave you hope, but proceeded to trip clumsily
Over it and shatter it just as quickly.
I saw the problem and tried to prevent it while it was still approaching,
But I misjudged and was too late as it was already encroaching.
Now you're blaming yourself when it's wrong to do so,
Please don't leave now, I never wanted you to go,
I can no longer look myself in the eye,
Everything I said now seems like a lie.
I wanted to help you and be your friend,
But I only hurt you and dragged you down in the end.
SometimesSome days I really wouldn't mindSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I were to roll over and die.
But I'll continue standing strong
Even as I know one day I'll fall.
LostWhy do ILost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel sick inside?
I am strong but weak,
Restless but exhausted.
Broken but whole,
Am I a whole or merely a hole?
I'm everything and nothing,
A successful failure.
All that I am is not enough.
I can't walk but I can run
In the opposite direction.
My insides crawl as I think about it.
I look into old photographs of myself.
The twinkle in my eyes that no longer exists
The smile that won't come anymore.
The simple look of wonder and amazement.
I want to curl up and lay down.
What does one do,
When they love what they do,
But hate who they're turning into?
Me-Wo-WatashiMe-我-私Me-Wo-Watashi3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knocking on the door of
Eternity in order find the moth,
Nostalgic moth of the past
Characterized by the man of vast,
Hating nothing but the person
Enduring the life's crimson,
Never acknowledging the lesson
陳年老酒灑鄉愁 (spraying homesickness with old wine)
建築古城披長藤 (building old fortress covering with ivy)
源由悔恨自無伙 (originating from self hate for having no comrades)
陳ねた老酒で郷愁を駆け(chasing homesickness with old wine)
建てた古城で醜くを被り(building old fortress cover up the disfigured)
源に友無の我を責めた(originating from self blaming for having no friends)
As the Tall Ash CriesAs the tall Ash criesAs the Tall Ash Cries3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
From beneath its frozen crown,
So too do I weep
From beneath the crushing weight
Of your unspoken reply.
Bajka o milosciDawno, dawno temu, za górami, za lasami, w krainie magii i czarów, żyła sobie młoda para zakochanych. Żyli szczęśliwie, darząc się prawdziwą miłością. Jednak na dziesięć dni przed ich ślubem dziewczyna zachorowała. Była śmiertelnie chora. Przed jej domem zebrała się cała grupa Shinigami, gdyż każdy chciał zabrać duszę tak dobrej osoby.Bajka o milosci3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chłopak był zdesperowany. Za wszelką cenę chciał uratować ukochaną. Jednak nikt nie był w stanie mu pomóc. W końcu udał się do złej czarownicy, która znała się na czarnej magii i miała moc odpędzania śmierci.
Wiedźma nie chciała mu pomóc. Nienawidziła prawdziwej miłości, gdyż sama nigdy jej nie zaznała, i nie chciała, by ktoś inny był szczęśliwy. W końcu,
RememberI hope and I prayRemember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That things can work out between us,
That you don't have to leave us,
That there will always be an "us".
I won't ever stop trying
To go anywhere for you,
To do anything for you,
To give up everything for you.
I trust you with my life,
I Have complete faith in you,
That my words will be listened to,
So here's one more bit for you.
Remember that the only thing I want more
Than for us to be together,
Is for you to be happy, regardless
Of whether or not we're together.
The Death of WinterNever have I longedThe Death of Winter2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
have I mourned the
For so long has
dreary weather outside
what was inside.
have been planted
in my very bones
and wish to
The AngelI've been told that there is always hopeThe Angel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comforting as morphine.
Until she pierced my heart.
In the dust
I saw the angel
dancing. But in her love I don't believe.
I do believe
That when I had hope
I wished for an angel,
intoxicating as morphine,
to guide me through the dust
and heal my broken heart.
But I fear that my heart
no longer believes
in notes written in the dust
or fragile hopes,
languid as morphine.
She poisoned me, my angel
on silver lines. Angel
who stole my heart,
seductive as morphine,
who no longer believes
in me. I hope
it's a dream, delicate as dust.
In the dust
I watch my angel
draw flowers. Hope
for the hopeless. Heart
of stone. I believe
in her lips, like morphine.
Her touch, dangerous as morphine.
Her eyes, ethereal as stardust.
Yet she believes
in nothing, my crazy angel.
So I stole back my heart
and left her without hope.
In the dead night, I fed your morphine to my angel,
then brushed the dust off my heart.
I believe your song will return my hope.
Good NightThe day is at its end,Good Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moon is high,
my heart is still filled with strong excitement.
Rest your head,
close your eyes,
I'll sing a lullaby,
your soft lips will part with sleep pulling you under,
my lips will be the last feeling you have for the night,
so dream of sweet things,
hold onto my kiss,
feel my love,
I'll be here in the morning i swear it,
may your rest go uniterrupted,
and may my love give you a good night.
intertwinedintertwined4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of you lingers
on my tongue
in my heart
your breath still tingles
like electricity across my skin
you have crept all the way in
and i love the feel of you here
kissing me from inside
singing in my veins
making me throughly insane
crazy in a fantastic way
where everything is possible
but now even the thought of losing you
drives me mad with pain
i wilt at the nightmare
of my body without you in it
without you within
now you know
we are too intertwined
if i lose you i die
are you prepared for this
you are wrapped up
tied to all my vital insides
and it is far too late
for me to be without you now
People are ugly.Listen to mePeople are ugly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are ugly people out there
Not just on the outside
But on the inside too
There are horrible people
Who are pretty
And there are ugly people
Who are perfect
So when you say
That's a lie
There are ugly people out there
Inside and out
Solitude isAbsence is not darkness,Solitude is4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
only the channels between
islands of light lining streets,
a golden figure seen
from breathy steps.
Solitude is a seven-starred cape,
black pavements pass like minutes
The alleys of isolation stretch
and gape, with well-lit limits.
tattoos and tourniquetsi want to be the tattoo on his arms;tattoos and tourniquets7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
permanent and envied.
the ring in his lip;
so i'd never have to break a kiss.
i want to be the faded vans on his feet;
so i could always walk where he walks.
the muse behind his lyrics and the
motivation behind his music.
sweetie, i want
StrengthI know what you're going through. I've lived it. I still am living it. You'd rather help others, than save yourself. I understand this feeling; I'd jump in front of a train to push a complete stranger off the tracks. You have a strong sense of what's right and wrong, and do as best as you humanly can to abide it. As much as it degrades you, you'd rather take it than see someone else hurt.Strength3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But you're only human, and can only take so much. You feel like you're constantly on the breaking point, straddling the line between sanity and insanity. I understand that too. Hell, the last few nights I've spent up after midnight having a full on conversation with an online Magic 8 Ball. But deep down, beyond all else, I know something.
I know I'm not going to break. It's just not who I am. I am going to keep on going. And I know you will too, giving up is not in your nature. It goes against every fibre of your being. As much as you consider it, as tempting as it is, you aren't going to give in to d