DoubtI know that sinking feeling,
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.
The Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 1Chapter one: Strange EncountersThe Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 11 year 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
ANSWER [NorwayXReader]ANSWERANSWER [NorwayXReader]1 year 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
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
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
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...
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
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.
Slender/Hetalia: Beneath the Shadows... Part 1Slender/Hetalia: Beneath the Shadows... Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Slender/Hetalia Fanfiction
Beneath the Shadows of the Trees, Part 1
America and England
“Alfred?” England bent down slightly so that he could pass under a low-hanging branch, worrying over his little brother as he called out to America. “Alfred? You bloody wanker, this is no time to be playing sly, little tricks on me! It’s nearing nighttime, now come out and show your face to me before I find it!”
Honestly… where is that kid? Arthur glanced to one side of the densely grown trees, then to the other. It was growing darker by the minute, and Arthur didn’t approve of Alfred’s sudden vanishing into a strange forest that even he had never seen before. I really don’t have the energy and time to be dealing with his crappy games anymore…
He had come by, just an hour ago, in fact, to pick up Alfred in order to take him over to his house so that they could go over some negotiations. But
HeHeHe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stalks me.
I am the rabbit hunted by the dog;
Weak, bloody, and defeated.
I see him here
Shimmering from shadows,
Leaking into my periphery.
A shape in a suit
Watching me with faceless gaze,
Beckoning me with limbs long like coastal redwood,
And silently whispering into my ear as I lay
In fitful sleep.
He wants to take me away,
To somewhere where I will never return.
Why he has chosen me I cannot say,
His motivations are blank like his face.
All I know is when my sanity finally cracks
And shatters like a vase,
I will be gone
And never seen again.
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
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.
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,
Lacrima: PrologueLacrima: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marcus sighed, spinning his pencil around his fingers as he did so. Occasionally, he would tune back into reality and listen to the lecture, but it was just so boring. It was all rudimentary; just the basic history of their people. But some of his brilliant classmates had gotten it into their thick skulls to fail the last test, and so the professor was forced to go over even this in the hopes that they would pass and thus actually graduate to the Ceremony.
Not that I can blame him, Marcus mused. Who wants to spend a repeat year with a failed student? Especially considering rich parents that'll throw a fit if their perfect child doesn't get through? Chuckling slightly to himself, Marcus finally decided to show some interest in the subject. He had to take the test just like everyone else, after all.
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.
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 life11 months 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
Through Shattered Glass - PrologueThrough Shattered Glass - Prologue1 year ago in Drama More Like This
It is said that everyone person in the world has a doppelganger. Although that is somewhat true. It's not what most people think it would mean. Only some people that walk this earth have the extraordinary opportunity to have a doppelganger.
A long time ago, countries used to be represented by people. Each country would elect a citizen they felt best would represent the country. These representatives would wish upon the fountain of youth so they could become immortal. This was so they could forever represent their beloved country. Yet, as everyone knows wishes always have a dark side.
The dark side of their wish, was to have a duplicate. It didn't sound too bad to the representatives at the time. It almost sounded like a wish come true. Now they could have someone that could help them with responsibilities.
Except these duplicates were the exact opposite of the original. They had all opposite traits, and enjoyed to kill. These duplicates were murders and caused wide spread panic over th
AmicusWe were young and inseparableAmicus3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound as if we were pages
In a gold-trimmed story book
Now the edging is frayed
And the gold is tarnished
I’m sitting on a rooftop
Watching the old bridge that
They’re loading with dynamite
And I’m praying they won’t light it up
‘Cause I have to cross the bridge
Don’t sever the red thread of fate
Tied to our ankles in divinity
Our souls are meant to drift together
Creating ripples in the stoic pond
And casting light upon gnarled briars
I miss being stuck like superglue
Over the moon with bookish adventures
And vivid sights and colors and sounds
Trekking the backyard and the playground
With you by my side
Perhaps it’s just the trails of time
Time is but a silent hurricane
Uprooting all I know without so much
As a disturbance in my cotton shirt
And yet my heart is left in shambles
And my tears in your absence
Have lost themselves in the wind
And my voice has yet to escape my throat
And I’m caught in t
So Beautifully DepressingWhen she first started writing, she had a rainbow of colorsSo Beautifully Depressing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’d look at her paper and you’d see adoration and lovers
Full of pinks like her heart, beating strong and carefree
And lots and lots of purple, so childish and sweet
And tons of greens, full of life and dreams, and grass and sun
And it looked so beautifully exciting and so beautifully fun
When she next picked up her pens, she wrote in blacks, purples, and blues
Because by that time, you’d look at her paper and see that she was bruised
Her heart had gone black, with no going back
Her tears glamorized as blue, shining like diamonds
As she shed them in the night against her purple sheets
And it looked so beautifully sad and so beautifully sweet
With her last piece of writing, she used the only color she had there
You’d look at her canvas and you’d see she was scared
There were no more pinks and purples, no blues and no blacks
There was only red. Red like her hands, which she’d used for the ac
Last Resort (Police!EnglandxThief!Reader) PrologueLast Resort (Police!EnglandxThief!Reader) Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The girl shrieked as her hair was pulled back so the back of her head was resting on the man's chest, "PLEASE! LET ME GO!" She begged, fear painting her voice thickly. His leather gloved grasp however didn't loose the hold on her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Tears flowed from her (e/c) eyes, streaming down her cheeks and dripping off her chin, dampening her black button up top. She felt something metal and cold press against her neck, digging in only slightly. A low chuckle growled into girls ears, "So, you must be (Y/Name), huh?" He snickered, "Here I was thinking you were going to be hard to beat..."
(Y/Name) sniffed, "P-Please..." She whimpered, "PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" Her voice rang, echoing through the alleyway that she had been caught in. The man holding her laughed loudly, "What, you expect someone to hear? Even if someone does come, you'd be dead by then.." You felt teeth bite down onto your ear lobe and you froze, eyes wide and chest rising and falling faster than possible.
The Blue Hourglass: Prologue PrologueThe Blue Hourglass: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time, when our land was not quite as old as it is now, there existed a clock tower.
It had been there since the very beginning, reaching up so high into the sky that on occasion it would be tickled by passing clouds. On its face rustic, heavy hands slowly travelled around its circumference, whilst within it intricate golden cogs ground against one another in an eternal, rotating dance.
With each rotation that the cogs made, the clock ticked a low rumbling tock which travelled through forests and valleys, over mountains and lakes, and through
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