What If?What would you do if you were dying, and you knew it?What If?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had one year to live...
Would you ask out the girl
that you fell in love with
StumblingI hope you realize I don't just give up at the drop of a hat.Stumbling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come on, I really thought you knew me better than that.
I don't say this stuff unless I absolutely mean it
And I don't write things just so anyone can read it
There's an element of people I know in what I write
And there's an hint of what I live through in everything I type
But it really doesn't matter how much I deal with strife
Because I'd do absolutely anything for you to be my wife.
Im completely aware of the situation
And that this could take trials and tribulations
I know that Im not even close to proving
And I know my poems are not even close to moving
But if you really want to know why I send them everyday
It's because, for me to live my life, I have to know you're okay.
And words are just words, I totally get it
And if you really want me to, I can totally quit it.
Because all I want to do is see you smile
And to be with you, I'd wait for a while
You'd be my first like MCR in Skylines and Turnstiles
I'm not filling t
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is important in all it's essence,
The power of love is immense,
It can create and destroy.
Love gives us happiness,
And makes us feel complete.
Peace is granted to those who follow their love.
Power while an awesome thing,
Could be the destruction of all,
Over greed and self-pity.
As the power of our love flourishes,
We will be at peace with all
But if our hearts choose something less,
We might fall to ashes
In wars of words and lies,
As the love of power grows.
You Meant the World To MeWhen I was with you, the pain seemed to vanish,You Meant the World To Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my song of healing,
Your radiant smile shone through the darkest storm,
Your presence chased away the demons in me,
Your touch gave me wings to fly,
We were perfect, you and I,
Even though we never shared it in words, that deep yearning love was there,
To me you were more important than breathing air,
I was a shattered mess,
Broken and bleeding and in distress,
You made me whole,
You glued and stitched me together,
You breathed life into my soul,
Lessened the strain of each endeavor,
Each night was restless waiting to see you again,
I couldn't wait, but finally the time came and then?
We'd spend the day together once more.
With you I lived happier than ever before.
At least, while it lasted.
And YouGone away,And You3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Said you on the first day --
I thought we might last
Lasting meaning we would stay awake
Talking to you late at night
Oh, how I thought
We'd never fight
Scratching letters into old lined paper
Hoping you might understand
Never mine to hold
Tell me we might last
Talking to each other
Late at night
Holding hands and walking in the rain
Going somewhere we don't know
Running through the fields by your house
Saying that I
And I still do
See me through
Showed me what it's like to love
You told me things I want
To know for sure
And I believed --
Well I imagined you'd be beautiful
With your eyes watching me like I'm a star
That now -- I cannot have
But I want it back
Carry My LoveCarry My Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carry my heart, not because you need to, but because my heart found you.
Carry my dreams, not because you understand, but because my dreams were only about you.
Carry my blood as it was yours, not because I depend on you, but because our blood is sealed.
Carry my body as it was yours, not because I'm gone, but because I will always be with you.
Carry my love through eternity, not because I'm the only one, but because I will always love you.
DrowningDrowning in chaosDrowning2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drowning in fears
Drowning in silence
and drowning in tears
Tried to be happy
Tried to be brave
But that means little
on your way to a grave
Didn't want hope
Don't want to care
Don't want to stay lonely
but love is nowhere
If I stay much longer
My spirit will break
So I'll leave before then
to sooth my souls ache
So sick of drowning
So in flames I'll die
Settled at last
By deaths lullaby.
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in
Seven Headed Dragon - My GenerationWe learn to hate ourselves,Seven Headed Dragon - My Generation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In order to save others,
Because we don't know what we want from our lives,
From our future,
I'm attracted by everything that reminds of the past,
Of my dreams,
I wish I was born in another time,
In my heroes time,
I had another wonderful idea,
I shall forever be in love for something new,
The more I light candles,
The bigger this darkness gets,
I know a little bit from everything that already happened untill now,
I know now, that angels lied as well,
To get their wings,
They broke every taboo they could,
And didn't left none for me to break,
I stay sitted and doing nothing,
Thinking about what I could be doing,
I had another wonderful idea,
I shall forever be in love for something new,
The more I light candles,
The bigger this darkness gets,
Sitted in a waiting room,
Never being called,
Surrounded by better lives than mine,
Always feeling like I'm being watched,
I'm suspicious that my efforts,
Will never be rewarded.
7: Beauty and the BeastIt was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.7: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.
Roman Templars Part FourChapter Four: "Friends In Strange Places" with Teodor Viscardi and Faustina Collari.Roman Templars Part Four3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Those were the first two words that came to Teodor's mind as he watched the sight before him and in all truth, it was a large understatement. The entire police guild was currently going up in flames, courtesy of Cesare's enemies. Every single room of it was set alight and it was likely not even the fleas inside were going to survive. He could feel the heat even in the alcove where he was standing and he considered it a miracle the hungry flames hadn't spread to other buildings.
With all the Assassins standing around, eager to see if someone was still inside and tried to escape the sea of flames, watching the event was incredibly dangerous. Still, the Officer found himself unable to leave just yet. He couldn't turn his eyes away from the spectacular side and continued to quietly observe how his former home was consumed by fire. This went on for several more minutes and it was with an
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
MuteI rip out my vocal cordsMute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;my eyes sometimes forget you11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music faintly heard; women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
It's That Easy"You're beautiful."It's That Easy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"... Wait, that's all? You're not going to deny it?"
"But... but you're not going to tell me that I'm blind, and that you're not all that beautiful?"
"Oh, well that was easy."
"... You're weird."
Deep Blue EyesDeep blue eyes, set in a young face, open onto an old soul.Deep Blue Eyes2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Bright gleams show intelligence, a sharp wit, a capability for deep understanding.
A love for life, a deep appreciation for simple pleasures, they cause those sparkling sapphires to shine even brighter when your face creases in a smile or in laughter.
There is a light inside of you that shines like the sun. A flickering fire that warms my heart when I see you glowing with joy.
I know that you could fly so high, you could take your place among the stars.
But there is also a deep shade behind those eyes. It is the kind of sadness that is shared by everyone that is forced to grow up too fast.
You know, by hard-won experience, just how cruel the world can be.
Doubt and fear plague you, weighing you down, trying to keep you from spreading your wings.
I just want to take that weight away from you. I want to banish the monsters in your head.
I want to open your eyes, those deep blue eyes, so you can see yourself as I see you.
Haunted Chapter FiveAntoinette gave me an indefinite amount of time off. Or, more accurately, demanded that I stay in bed until I caught up on years worth of missed sleep, and so help her, if I so much as stepped within fifty meters of the storefront, she would have Meg and Raoul forcibly remove me from the premises and strap me to that bed.Haunted Chapter Five3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I mean it," she said with extraordinary firmness. Her already thin mouth narrowed to near invisibility and her sharp brows arched in an austere warning. "No more of this, Christine. You're working too hard--too, too hard, and it's taking its toll."
Even I didn't believe my automatic, hollow assurance that I was perfectly fine.
"Of course you're not, don't try that with me," Antoinette snapped. I sighed, running a hand through my errant curls and then wincing as the gesture sent a spark of pain shooting through my still smarting head.
She must have noticed, because her tone softened considerably. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly.
Dear YouDear YouDear You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess I should have used your whole name but I might not remember it right. I want you to read this letter till the end. So please do not feel offended. It is still meant for you. Names do not really matter anyway.
I am also fully aware there are no punctuation marks here. No commas. Because I am tired of endless sentences and I am sick of meaningless conversations. No question marks. Because I am out of curiosity and most of the answers are not really answers at all. There is always something we will not wholly understand no matter how many questions we ask. We only wish we knew everything. No exclaimation marks. Because I can hardly feel anything anymore. And I am very rarely surprised. Just full stops. Because they mark the end. Because they do not depict emotion. Because they are realists. They can describe the world the way it is. And they do not require answers. So I will not be hurt when you never write me back. I will simply go on. Full stop. With no emotions.
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora braces herself as a hard fist impacts with her face, crying out as she swears she can hear her jaw crack. The force of the blow is great enough for her to lose her balance and she finds herself tumbling to the ground, hissing at the pain of her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. She barely has the time to recover as a boot is planted in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, causing her back to reconnect with the surface in the most painful of ways.
She fights to bite back another whimper of pain and swiftly tries to get back onto her feet again. The next incoming punch to her face is quickly deflected and she immediately responds with one of her own. Her attacker lets out a furious growl as she hits him in the nose, managing to draw blood in the process, and responds with another swing that she can barely dodge.
The Courtesan isn't fazed in the least and lunges for the man again. She's blind to his face contorted in anger, blind to the tensed
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
Karkat x reader - I'm not really angry part 2Slamming open your front door, you burst into your (hive/house) sobbing uncontrollably. You run upstairs quickly before your (mom/dad/lusus) can stop you, and you flop on your bed; curling up slightly while hugging a pillow. He hated you!! He -hated- you!! You thought that, maybe, you two were finally getting along on some level...but the truth was you were nothing more to him than a pile of shit!! How could you be so -stupid-??Karkat x reader - I'm not really angry part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You lie there for awhile and eventually cry yourself to sleep.
Meanwhile Karkat leaves his hive full of angry, scolding people in search of you. He felt his heart breaking at the sight of your face when he said those words to you. Mentally, he was hitting himself over and over again- and he knew you deserved better, but he at least had to try and make things right. Plus, if he got one more lecture out of Kanaya, he was REALLY gonna lose it. Sollux had left awhile ago cause he got super pissed and sparked at him...he's just hoping he didn't go to find ____
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy7 years ago in Open More Like This
Haunted Chapter Seven NadirHaunted Chapter Seven3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No one died.
They were bruised and bloodied, all, particularly the doctor who had been on the receiving end of his wrath, the one who had dared to try to touch the mask. He was sprawled inelegantly on the floor, his throat purple and inflamed from where it had been nearly crushed beneath skeletal fingers. He was silent but alive. They were all alive.
Perhaps that was attributable to his wasted condition. Or perhaps it was simply a miraclethat seemed more likely. He had never let little matters like health stand in the way of his bloodlust. It was a miracle.
I had telephoned the emergency personnel after I was sure he had gone. I needn't have waited to be certain of his departure; he was gone, and I knew it. Exactly where to, I hadn't the faintest idea, but I knew what he sought. Whom he sought.
While I waited with the injured until the paramedics arrived, one of the women, the nurse who had been with him before the crowd's arrival, began to stir. A little