The HouseThe sky was a pale, milky grey above the bare and bleak trees, as they clung to their very last autumn leaves that fluttered in the icy wind.
Amongst those trees was the house.
Tall and empty, it's shattered windows looked out onto the world like a pair of dull eyes. Susan stood alone. As she looked up at the house from the end of the muddy gravel path that rolled out before her, a shiver flew through her body.
She wanted him to be inside there, needed him almost. The cold of the dawn and the crushing loneliness were slowly getting too much for her. Yet Susan was afraid. As much as she wanted to run inside the house, as much as she wanted to find him, the thought of his dark and hollow eyes made her heart stutter with anxiety. It started to rain.
Her weathered brown boots scraped at the floor indecisively as Susan contemplated her current situation. She looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, and at the address written on it in smudgy black ink. The paper wilted in her
DoubtI know that sinking feeling,Doubt3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as I've been here all before.
I've sat in every empty room,
I've walked this cold, hard floor.
What is it I've forgotten?
I had it moments ago, but where?
I see something in a cracked mirror,
I turn, but nothing's there.
I am drowning in the grey fog,
I find this quite distressing.
I cannot see through confusion's shroud,
that is made from second guessing.
Down this spiral staircase I fall,
there is a black hole at the end.
I'm trapped inside it, my mind in ruins,
I cannot see what I could mend.
At first I was so self assured,
then something snapped and the light went out.
I cannot see anything any more,
my ship is sinking in a sea of doubt.
All the Broken FacesLook around and notice,All the Broken Faces1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell me what you see.
All the broken faces,
all surround me.
They stare at me with kindness,
but misery in their heart.
Life has left them weary,
it has torn them apart.
They were cheated on and broken,
victims of some crime.
Hurt and abandoned
Lost in the time.
Look around and notice,
tell me what you see.
All the broken faces,
all surround me.
The Shadow.Noiselessly, the shadow skulked along the alley wall behind the ignorant victim, who whistled happily beneath the fluorescent glow of street lamps.The Shadow.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly, the shadow deserted the darkness, wielding a silver blade. No scream, only blood came from open lips as the victim's wallet was plundered before the shadow disappeared...
Love Me.She falls asleep most every nightLove Me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she waited
She presses hard against her skin
And lines of ink bleed from the pen
The blade, it rests there on her knee
On her arm she wrote
The Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 1Chapter one: Strange EncountersThe Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was just about to fall asleep when the bus arrived in a small town. The driver announced something on the mic, but the sound system was so bad that I could barely understand the words. All I understood was something about going back on the bus after twenty minutes. His voice was not very loud, but it upset the lethargic air that hung around us ever since we boarded the bus at Andselv.
I stretched my arms to shake off my sleepiness before glancing around the bus. There were very few passengers and most of them were seated by themselves. Almost everyone was blinking owlishly or rubbing sleep from their eyes, except for a young woman sleeping on the seat right across mine. She looked rather small, especially with her long blonde hair. Her face was set in a frown, and her eyebrows were knitted together. Still, she was very beautiful, and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
The bus came to an abrupt halt, snapping me from my daze. Through the window, I
PillsDon't only the crazies need to take pills?Pills1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The though of going gives me chills.
On medication, how will I be?
Will I really feel like I am me?
Zombie is the way people often describe.
Of course it depends the pill they prescribe.
Let's play with my head like it's a game.
I know that things won't feel the same.
Depression is something I want somehow.
I want to be exactly as I am now.
I can't remember a time ever being without.
But my head shouldn't be filled with doubt.
I know that depression can really kill.
I've felt what it does, but somehow still...
Depression has become my abusive partner.
No matter how much it hurts, I only want her.
But I know that it causes too much pain.
And my energy all seems to drain.
So maybe medication is what I must do.
Hope is all I have to hold on to.
WHAT IS WAS NOTPeople are people,WHAT IS WAS NOT1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And will always be people.
So why blame people,
For being people?
Truth is truth,
And will always be truth.
If truth becomes false,
Then it cannot be true.
A word is a word,
And will always be a word.
To edit the word,
It ceases to be that word
Wisdom is wisdom,
Because it is wise.
If wisdom becomes unwise,
Then the stupid are wise.
The absolute is absolute
And has always been absolute
If it can be questioned
It is not absolute.
Love is love
And will always be love
If it was but is not,
Then it was not.
ANSWER [NorwayXReader]ANSWERANSWER [NorwayXReader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In my mind the memories turn slowly, moments when I thought of you only
though our time has passed and gone, the world keeps moving on.
In the city we walked together, promises that we'd keep forever
they seem so distant now, but warm me still somehow when I see
If you love someone, you should let her go
Those were the last words your ex-boyfriend, Lukas Bondevik said in front of you and his Nordic friends. You couldn't believe what he said but that was all in the past. You cried your heart out after your big break up and now you're alright when you see him again.
Most things in your home reminded you of him. Even the clip you would always wear. It was his present to you on your birthday but that one wrong move destroyed it all. You couldn't be friends with him, he cut all the ties betweeen you two.
The little clock that we shared is moving on its own again
and each strikes independently.
And all of the sadness that held me to the bitter end
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
Bulgaria x Reader ~Isobaric~~Isobaric~Bulgaria x Reader ~Isobaric~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Vladimir’s legs were dangling in front of you. He had a knack for knowing when something was troubling your mind, but instead of going with the normal friendship process of asking you how he could help you, he continued to pester you.
“Come on, _____________,” he grinned. “Say it!”
“No,” you pouted.
“Say it…” he urged.
“Not going to.”
“You know you want to,” your friend said in a singsong voice.
“Vlad, have you been picking up cues from the Magic Club?” you groaned. “It’s bad enough when I’ve got just you noticing these things, but Lukas and Arthur are two completely different cases.”
“What’s this about the Magic Trio now?” a familiar, friendly voice said from behind.
“Dimitar!*” you gasped.
“Hi, Dimitar,” Vladimir beamed completely unwary of your flustered state.
Your friend looked bemused and curious. “Are
EmptyCrimson woundsEmpty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a person
Now an empty shell
On this world of misery
OnceSilver mist prevails,Once1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost within, and among these crisp curling currents
I breath deep and History seeps within.
Ancient lore drips like dew,
I watch the creations in slow mystic swirls,
I dive and sink deeper.
No one can save me,
No one can even reach me...
I am me, adrift in my ocean,
And silver mist prevails.
They say the seers will sink deep,
And that we have no soul,
But within the tomorrow
I see a new dawning.
In depths unfathomed
And dreams untested,
I tread as a new dream shall,
Soft is the air around me and...
The morn merges crisp,
And I see you as you are,
No shadows hide you today,
We are as we were born.
Silver mist prevails,
Lost within and among...
I breath deep and
History seeps within.
In secret tongue I hear the past,
It tells me truths,
And I flow onward, unhindered,
Like dreamy beams from a morning sun.
Where upon the flow of History
We pause and ponder,
And only Time can
Take us to our death.
And I see you as you are,
No shadows for today,
We are as we were born,
Won't you dance with me tonight?If I told you that I loved you,Won't you dance with me tonight?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you turn and walk away?
Or would you love me and be true?
And say the things that I can't say?
If you ever had a question,
That needed an answer true,
Ask it to me, my only love,
I would never lie to you.
If you feel your life is empty,
And your heart has gone amiss,
Let your colourless lips touch mine,
I shall paint them with a kiss.
My heart is burning a deep red,
That fills the blackness of night,
All I want is for you to be near,
Oh, won't you dance with me tonight?
BreathlessI sink to the bottom of the poolBreathless2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body and mind fully immersed
Down here there is no one to be cruel
No one to make me feel cursed.
Down here only I exist
No one to disapprove
Down here there are no clenched fists
No one to judge my every move.
Down here I finally feel alive
No more trying to find hope
Down here I finally have the urge to survive
No one telling me how to cope.
Down here I only see beauty
No more scarring of my mind
Down here there is no constant cruelty
No more smiles to try and find.
Down here there is no happiness to feign
No more attempting to make peace
Down here I can feel no pain
No more trying to fix things piece by piece.
But now through these depths I must swim
Make my way back into the world.
I re-enter this life limb by limb
As I lie on the surface, my body unfurled.
Take It BackEmotions are overratedTake It Back1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the ache is dull.
They play and tear and
dance and squeeze and pull.
The soul is such an
It never allows for
very much detachment.
I say to take it back,
return to the source.
The truth is simply
I don't want it anymore.
I'd rather be a robot,
more machine now than man.
I'd rather be something inhuman,
something more on demand.
No one wants to be hindered
by such base feelings and thoughts.
Every time the heart swells,
each sensation is dearly bought.
It pulls and all this,
leaving rips and tears.
If there was no soul in the way,
it would be so much easier to bear.
I don't need this anymore.
I wish to feel no love.
I would finally have some peace.
I would finally rise above.
It can't stand to reason
why I must feel these things.
If my soul was non-existent,
I would soar with new wings.
But I wouldn't know such release.
I wouldn't know such peace.
I would be left in numbing black.
I would only be simply deceased.
It's probably better
Change this lifeHiding in the shadowsChange this life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
Rant News.The news is obviously here to keep us scared and manipulated. Letting us 'know' it's dangerous without the government and police on our 'side' to fight 'crime'. Of course what's omitted is the intense corruption within, which completely defeats the purpose, not to mention it reinforces an insidious version of crime into the picture that's harder to fight. One that's a lie conveniently categorised under 'truth and news', that tries to screw you when your backs turned and rots you from within whilst doing so. They show us what they want us to see, not the millions dying all over the world because of their 'regulations' and society's enforcements; instead they show the petty, fucking pathetic local crimes, that'll keep us on the look out when we leave our house, leading us onto the congo line of consumerism. I could go on forever, but the point to this rant was to highlight some other news. ––There are billions of us surviving daily, there are people standing up for their righRant News.8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
DualityLiving a lieDuality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretending to be fine
My shell stays strong
But my heart is in pieces
The shell protects me
But it keeps others at bay
When I need them the most
When my heart needs to be fixed
I wish someone, someday
Breaks that shell
Fixes my heart
And tames the monster I have become
Caged InA strike against sincerity;Caged In2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’re at each other’s throats,
Like lightning against a rainbow.
The angst shown through humanity;
Taking away my freedom,
Something like a love Nazi.
A wave of true passion;
I’m drowning deeper into your soul,
Like there’s no ocean floor.
A billion shocks per second;
Paralyzing my every move,
You’re just that incurable virus.
The imprisonment of an angel;
No escape available,
Like a cage.
And I can’t leave...
Grey CoatThis outerwear is the sole proofGrey Coat1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of my ever so delicate sanity.
I help myself with a slice of truth
It is after all, a one-man tea party.
Grey is indeed made for you
just like your words, it was never black nor ivory.
If forgetting is the hollow benefit of youth,
one can only laugh at this solid absurdity.
Lips tremble not from the cool
but rehearsing welcome-back lines for an eternity.
Once again I question the relevance; like a fool,
of seeking solace from a fashion statement; this utter serendipity.
For it once belonged to us.
BreatheDizzy, swirly, can't stay straight.Breathe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The help I seek will come too late.
Thoughts are all muddled in head.
I can't even tell what I have said.
Heart is thumping, head is aching,
labored breathing, body shaking.
Pull it together, you'll be okay.
Just gotta take it day by day.
Slow your breath and lay real still.
Those thoughts will only make you ill.
It's tough to know where to begin.
Just start simple. Breathe out, breathe in.
Two, Four, Six, DeadOne cut, two cuts, three cuts, four.Two, Four, Six, Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't anyone care anymore?
Five cuts, six cuts, just a few more.
I have a nice surprise in store.
Ten cuts, fifteen, I'll quit at twenty.
I reach my goal, but I keep going.
I can't stop, what's happened to me?
Now here it is, the bittersweet ending:
Father stumbles home drunk
To find a girl in the tub.
With her blood, it is filled.
Gashes from elbow to wrist.
She tried hard to say
That it was too hard to stay,
But you turned her away
On her final day.
A note found in her hand reads:
"Bye, Mommy. Bye, Daddy.
I know it's been tough.
And I know you showed me all your love,
But you'll be happier now.
I couldn't make you proud,
And I'm sorry for that,
But honest to God, I tried my best.
I'll love you forever,
And I'll be waiting in Heaven
Where we again will meet
When your time comes to see me.
I couldn't say goodbye,
I was running out of time.
Finally, now, all is gone.
I've been waiting for so long."
Here's the funny twist:
That girl will be me
England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch 1England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"
You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question.
"Well?" She asked. "Have you?"
"Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head.
"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.
You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'.
"I..don't beleive so."
Rolling her eyes, she plopped down on the grass next to you.
"You really must get out more, _______!" Your friend said, grabbing your book. "You can't just sit inside and read fantasy stories all day! Go outside, or at least in town once in awhile. Maybe you'd finally get a taste of the real world."
Defencively, you grabbed the book out of her hand
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t