The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
The Road Of YesterdayThe Road Of Yesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Road Of Yesterday
These closed eyes have wept
Over the pain I've kept
Accepting I'll always be far from perfect
I'm tired- just too tired
A moment of peace is all I desire
Too long have I tried; too long have I endured
I just want to collapse
And let these be my last footsteps
Allow me to go where all tears are sent
I've always been out of breath
But I still continued to tread
And I feared to look in the eyes of death
I'm sore- just so sore
A final sunset is what I selfishly yearn
Too long have I searched; too long have I resided within the eye of the storm
I refuse to ultimately break
I don't want to believe in the flaws of my faith
I won't be swallowed by this void that I have made
As I reach the end of my despair
I realized that life's fractures can be repaired
And when I shed that last tear I let go of my fear
An Easy DecisionThere were still eight ghouls left when Jack reached his last bullet. Spine pressed to the crumbling plasterwork, he ran his eyes over the stolen faces of his squad-mates, then put the gun to his head.An Easy Decision3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TimeTime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
The Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A Construct4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amelia. Can you hear me? No, of course you can't, you're not even real. Not anymore. Silly Doctor. Silly mad man with his silly blue box. Amelia Pond, the little girl all alone in the empty house, waiting with her apple, for a silly old man. I never wanted you to grow up, not really. How could I tell you that? Would've been a bit weird really...and rude. Not that that would have stopped me. Hasn't stopped me before. Did I ever tell you about my last face? I said I was rude then. If I could have known me now. Rude, rude Doctor. I'm much more rude now. And I have a fez. Oh, don't tell River. She thinks she's got rid of them all. She didn't think to check the rocking horse in the conservatory.
Where was I? Amelia. I feel like it's my fault you grew up, but how could I have stolen a child? I'm too dangerous for grown-ups let alone little Amelia Pond. I think I would have done it. I think the TARDIS... I think she stopped me. She knew I'd be so stupid, that
Loki X Reader: Parallel 1Loki X Reader: Parallel 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luke stood in front of your house, straightening his tie and worrying about whether or not he was dressed too formally. He patted the box in his pocket, making sure it was there before breathing a sigh of relief. The night was rather chilly, so it was a relief when he heard the sound of your clicking heels growing louder and the door opened. The sight of you stunned him into silence for a few minutes before a breathless "wow" escaped his lips.
You blushed and folded our hands in front of you shyly. "Is it too much?" You spun, letting green fabric rustle across the floor. Your dress had a green bust, green, pleated skirt, a gold belt, and a gold halter strap. "You said formal, but I don't know-"
"It's perfect. I was actually just thinking the same thing, so we can be over-formal together," the words tumbled over each other in a rush from Luke's mouth. He held out his hand with a flash of pearly white teeth. "Now your carriage awaits." Amusement sparkled in his gr
origamishadows tattoo your skinorigami6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you lay
under the morning sun
the sweet smells of your sleep
thick like ink
pen soft and subtle words
on paper birds imagined
as i bury
my head in my hands
CalciferolWavingCalciferol6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the quick clicks
of your piano-fingers.
sewn with string,
the unseen wings of
house of cards
in the tea-tin
of my heart.
the ear of a lace murex:
were merely made
for human catharsis."
Forever on the Horizon LineWild windblown hairForever on the Horizon Line4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and dead-leaves-in-August eyes.
Still searching for you.
Life's Little IroniesThanksgiving evening.Life's Little Ironies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The WandererMy world dissolves into autumn,The Wanderer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself.
Forgotten ~ Chapter 69 [LokixReader]Forgotten ~ Chapter 69 [LokixReader]9 months ago in Drama More Like This
~BEFORE WE LEAVE~
“So we’re going to Jotunheim next?” you inquired to Loki as the two of you started your way out of the hall of knowledge. You held onto Loki’s hand and you went, trying to keep up the appearance that everything was fine. Odin’s words still haunted your mind, but you didn’t want to believe him.
Loki nodded slowly, though he didn’t’ seem too keen on the idea, despite having long since known that this was going to come.
You noticed his unease, but understanding that there were things about Jotunheim that affected him, you decided not to go down the road of “are you alright about this” for once. Even if you had dared to ask what about that
LOKIxREADER- Love Everlasting- 11A door has never seemed so intimidating until now.LOKIxREADER- Love Everlasting- 112 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked at the door to Loki’s cell with the knowledge that the Avengers would all be watching.
No pressure… you thought as calmly as you could manage.
Then you opened the door, stepping into what seemed to be an even more frigid environment than before. You shivered, “Damn it’s cold in here.”
Loki turned around; he had been standing with his back to you at the far edge of his cage. You noted that he was no longer muzzled, but appeared more tired and beaten than ever before.
“[Name]… you came back?” He asked walking toward you as far as he could manage.
You smile at him, “More like I was allowed back… I would have been here sooner if not for lock and key…”
He grimaces, “They will regret such an action against you…”
You shake your head and walk toward him, “That won’t be necessary Loki… they did what they thought
Avengers (and Loki) x Reader - Water Fight Ch5“Water Fight” – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader ~ Chapter 5Avengers (and Loki) x Reader - Water Fight Ch58 months ago in Humor More Like This
“One, Two, Three-,” Loki counted aloud before the girlish screams sounded again. A few moments later Tony and Clint ran into the room in nothing more than a towel, their hairs coloured fluorescent pink and purple, with glitter covering their still slightly damp bodies. Everyone erupted into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Oh yes, even if the day had only just begun, you knew it would definitely be a good day.
Tony had absolutely no shame and decided that he would proudly walk around the Tower in a towel with fluorescent pink hair and gold glitter. Clint on the other hand ran away immediately and tried to wash the colour off. He returned almost half an hour later, far less sparkly… but that was about it.... His hair was still coloured bright purple, and had even leaked down to stain certain areas of his eyebrows.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t
lost friendsas if we could stop timelost friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sit talking
in the barrel of the wave
PortendedMy truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.Portended2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cocooned in my virtuality, the rate of disintegration can only
appear slow, the remorseless grinding of the geology of my days
When will the plates finally shift, the quake that banishes my quiddity
unthrone all sentience, the depths disown what had seemed to float
above the unplumbed depths of organicity,
impervious to the blood-boiling turmoil of the gut.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Conception, that implosive moment when a million futures perish,
when two in a moment of fusion predicate the existence of one,
when tangled ribbons of time are knotted and woven
into robes of potentiality, potentiality clothed in nascent flesh. Even as the blossom buds
the seeds of ultimate decay take root. That final moment
is adumbrated with the earliest stirrings of the embryonic heart.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Escape From OzJust a simple girl,Escape From Oz3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who hates her life in Kansas,
waiting for a house to drop.
The yellow brick road
will take her away from this
in a pair of killer shoes.
SasoSaku StoryLove the Way you LieSasoSaku Story5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Ugh." groaned the girl with abnormal bright pink hair that was wearing an oversized cloak.
The girl blew on her hands, trying to give her frozen fingertips some warmth. There was only one other person with her that didn't seem phased by the cold and was strangely quiet. She'd been half expecting him to be complaining the whole time.
'I guess this is punishment,' the girl named Sakura thought, half sighing.
'I know I was slacking on my training, but did Tsunade really need to pair me with Naruto on top of sending me to the Land of Iron?' Sakura was eternally grateful Tsunade, her mentor was well again, and respected her greatly, but sometimes she can be a real
"Sakura!" the boy named Naruto called, interrupting her thought.
Sakura looked up seeing as they had arrived to the old location of the Gokage Summit. Lady Tsunade had sent them back there as to see if they could find any more leads on the akatsuki, but mostly the rouge ninja Sasuke.
Amuto fanfic, ch. oneAmuto fanfic, ch. one7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The Depression of Amu
Hinamori Amu looked at the ceiling from where she lay on her bed, eyes distant and unfocused. She was like that every night, lying awake while Ran, Miki, Suu, and Dia slept in their eggs. No one knew she did this other than Miki, who had found out one late night when shed happened to wake up and see her at it, and no one else ever would know if she could help it.
This had been going on for four years. Four long, long, years. In all that time, Easter corporation had fallen, the embryo found, and everything had become a type of normal for her.
She still had a job as a Guardian at Seiya Academy. Even without Easter, X eggs still existed. All of her friends were with her. The Guardians in the High School were the originals from her first year here-with the exception of Nadeshiko, now Nagehiko. Rima held the position of Queens Chair in his stead, and Kairi was in his last year of middle school.
Amu herself was in tenth grade, a Sophom