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
pleasePlease, dear coldness.please3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please leave my body.
You may take my heart.
Please, take it!
Take it as a part of you and don't leave anything by myself.
It brings pain.
Let my heart freeze.
Form it to a surreal block of ice.
It makes the fragile cracks clear and obvious.
Than bring your friend, the cold winter wind.
He may burst that ice block in thousands tiny pieces.
Than bring your other friend, the beautiful moon.
Let it shine into my soul.
Into the miserable rest of my worthless soul.
It will shine for me.
It will lead me out of here.
ClicheYou don't know my pain...Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
My Heart Is Guided By My FingertipsI can feel my heartbeat as it radiates out even to the tip of my fingersMy Heart Is Guided By My Fingertips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if I stretch my arms out until my hands are swimming in the sky
It’s almost like my heart is able to fly.
I Am Not A Writer, Nor Am I A Muse.In my mind are the words to solve the most complex riddles,I Am Not A Writer, Nor Am I A Muse.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the most perplexing questions.
If only I could find a way to arrange them in some legible sense.
but nonetheless I struggle.
Bumbling fool with my words.
Its absurd how I manage to mangle the simplest terms.
Fumbling round and about in a daze,
as if seeking an exit to a literal maze.
I am not a writer.
Nor am I a muse.
My mind full of knowledge and words I cant use.
How I long to inspire the poet in you,
and prove to you writing is just something I do.
But I struggle and ponder just why is it that I
feel that using that title would be kin to a lie?
I seek and I scramble for words that aren't there,
till I'm blue in the face and I'm pulling out hair.
I know there's a word that I wanted to use,
and I think that I thought it but after review,
to decide to seduce you with words you cant see
would be rather disdainful and callous of me.
I desire to arm you in a literal sense.
at my wisdom's expe
The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the da
Random thoughtI find it weird...Random thought3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
...rather funny actually
that you always draw circles, waves or zigzag-patterns
when you're testing writing instruments
You never draw a straight line
VentureVenture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here's a story:
Invents a machine,
Sends his voice back in time,
Man tells himself
How to create the machine.
Past self wasn't listening,
So he invented a new touch lamp.
Here's a story:
Lots of money,
Steals man's invention,
Sends her voice back in time,
Tells herself to invest in plastics,
Past self invests in plastics,
Blows money on venture
In touch lamps.
Here's a story:
Group of friends,
Stumble on machine,
Think it's a microphone,
Do bad Karaoke for three hours,
Accidentally invent heavy metal.
Here's a story:
Man and woman,
Meet in a café,
Talk about their misadventures
With a machine,
Hear a voice telling them
Not to see each other,
Ignore the voice.
The machine is perfect.
The voice can be flawed.
For the BoysThis is for the boys.For the Boys3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For summer days
And video games.
For camping trip breakfasts
And firework flights.
We've stood side-by-side.
But now you're changing area codes
And I don't know where this road goes;
So promise to keep your little sisters in your rear-view mirrors
And think of us on New Years.
We'll be at home.
Missing our boys.
Part of me would like to stop here.
Glue leaves to the trees
To stop autumn from falling
And the road from calling
You to somewhere new.
I'd keep you all here
We can be children a little longer.
We stretched our shadows taller
Than the sun could ever throw them
And marshmallows stuck to our hands.
this is for the boys.
For the time to grow up
And go off.
But you have to promise me;
Promise to try
to come back for 4th-of-July.
Jacelyn Who Never SmilesJacelyn who never smilesJacelyn Who Never Smiles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suffers through the endless trials
Of a rotting candyland
Crumbling to collapse like sand.
Jacelyn with skin so pale,
Never slips the slightest wail
As she watches dreams so bright
Mottle, rust, and lose their light.
Jacelyn with eyes so dim,
Who did cause your world to spin?
Who brought down their mighty hand:
A father, mother, or a friend?
Jacelyn who sheds no tears,
Why don't you vocalize your fears?
Anything just to forget
The wailing echo of regret.
Jacelyn with heart so bruised,
It hurts to know that you've been used,
Beaten, thrown upon the floor,
Broken, down into the core.
Jacelyn no soul could save,
Now is lying in the grave
Her magic shining dreams of light
Fading lost into the night.
Signs and SymbolsYou ask me questions;Signs and Symbols5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perfect words, with cruel intent,
Sent to make me blush.
But I return to sender.
We laugh, we to and fro
and sit in quiet moments,
with our fingers interlaced.
And just before you flush with awkwardness,
and your pale skin betrays all;
You lean in and blind me,
With your supple lip.
dark France x reader my precious *teacher's pet* 8dark France x reader my precious *teacher's pet* 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
you were sleeping comfortable in the bed after falling asleep while reading that was until something made your eyes shut open, it was the sound of the wooden floor cracking under someone's feet, you turned your head to the end of the bed where a sitting Francis was looking at you with a warm smile plastered on his face.
"ah what?!!! what is it?!!" you asked surprised to see him sitting on your bed looking at you.
"shhh easy (name) I just came to see how you were, go back to sleep ok?" he said as he stroked your head gently with one of his hands "go back to sleep"
"o ok eh good night" you muttered dumbly looking at him your brain was completely waken up but yet the whole situation was rather surprising and awkward for you, so you acted instinctually.
"good night" he said in a sweet voice, and with that he leaved the room closing the door after him. you stayed on the bed in a sitting positio
RemedyThe strings of fate are pulling gently;Remedy5 years ago in Open More Like This
What is the aim of this trip?
Where does end what you seek inertly?
Endless travel within the very sleep
is spreading out of your interior;
You cannot stop this dance of delight,
not shunning of thorns out of sight
As Much As It HurtsI will always remember your smile,As Much As It Hurts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you look at me with loving eyes.
So sad that things had to end this way
Little by little I know my heart will start to die.
Love was being stubborn,
Tying us down.
Letting things go wasn't easy,
My world would always turn upside down.
I find it so amusing that all I can think about is you,
Your warm embrace,
Your loving face.
You're like my personal drug,
It all invites me in.
I always need you,
As much as it hurts,
You will always be in my heart.
The one who I truly love,
The one who my heart cannot part.
My Own Service I close my eyes, and I can't remember ever having opened them. I forget about all the mornings I watched the sultry light rising through the spaces between my curtains, and focus on staying completely buried in my thin red sheets. I can hear the clock outside, signaling my moment to rise. I cover my ears; I can wake on my own, and I have no need for diversions. I'm stuck in my attempt at living in the moment.My Own Service6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a sigh I take in a breath of humid summer air, and for a brief second I let my mind stray to another time, another place- and perhaps another feeling entirely. This thought pleases me, however I know it's wrong to aimlessly hope for something unlike your reality, so I sit up in my bed and rotate slightly to my left, letting my feet abruptly hit the firm oak floor. I wonder why I'm so incredibly calm.
Scampering into the bathroom, I draw myself a cool bath and delicately submerge myself- letting the refreshing water b
HumanityA paradoxHumanity6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of petty thoughts
And people less perfect
Then they think
And lengthy lies
Lives left on the brink
Ive heard them say,
Is what I see today
People are no longer people
Because of their god that day
Children beat to the ground
Because they say that theyre gay
Lives caught in an endless fray
The world is burning!
The world is burning!
Its past time
That we awoke
Open our damn eyes
And see the blinding smoke
For if we dont,
And its no sick joke,
For if we dont,
Surely well choke
Its our demise
That we provoke
Prank (Weekly Prompt)Formally known as "Happy Loki'Day (LokiXReader)"Prank (Weekly Prompt)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s that time of year again.
You looked at the calendar and jumped for joy while everyone else in Stark’s villa groaned in agony. Tony walked over to the bar and poured himself a large glass of brandy in hopes to keep him sane for what’s about to come. Steve was taking his morning shower. Natasha and Clint stayed put in the living room contemplating on what your move might be, and how to counteract with that. Bruce sat on the couch while being the only one relaxing. You and him both know that if you accidently went over the top on your prank, then the prank is gonna be on you specially delivered from the Green Giant himself. You turned from your spot to have everyone in plain sight.
‘Who should I mess with first?’ you mischievously thought. You looked over to Clint, who was struggling with a can of peanuts he found on the coffee table.
“Why. Won’t. This. Open?” the archer
lacerated. vindicated.i amlacerated. vindicated.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the weight of my
disbelief, these chains
tried and rusted, i still have
wings to fly.
hiding from your
apparitions and waiting
for raptures like you
wait for your
arm you know
as salvation, this
heart you know as friend.
take it out on me.
or at least i try
to be, i tried to
hold you strong
i was light.
Excuse me...Excuse me, Miss, are you aware you're dead?Excuse me...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It seems like you're bleeding a bit at the head.
It's been quite a while since you took your last breath,
'Scuse me, Miss, do you even remember your death?
Do you remember your life? Oh no, what a shame.
Now, wait, you barely even remember your name?
Remember what he called you, oh so long ago?
He called you like fire, then melted like snow.
But where is he now, why'd he let you die?
Where have you been, child? Oh no, please don't cry.
Don't you know that your friend has been waiting for you?
It's been months gone by, maybe years and years too.
But he's still here waiting, for five years, for ten.
Come, child, would you like to live once again?
Microwaveable Break UpsFill white carton of healing propertiesMicrowaveable Break Ups5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With contaminated tap water.
Pop into microwave for 1:45;
Wait impatiently for an apology.
Take out, one second before the
"Beep, beep, heartbeat" sounds.
Optional Add hot sauce/bitter words that were left unsaid for too long
And enjoy** the harsh reality.
Handle with care, especially when an
One More Round, JackWhen I have the time,One More Round, Jack5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will sit down and compose for you
the most beautiful song that I have ever written.
Not because I want the glory
of recognition for composing such an opus,
but because I want to make something that is befitting of your beauty.
I want rose petals to fall from the pink lit ceiling,
all in slow motion
and heavy with a soft glow.
(Like it does in movies.)
And I want a close-up of your smile,
the way the right side of your top lip
curves up with more of a swirl than your left.
A macro shot of the freckle there.
I want the camera to show how your eyes crinkle at the edges,
and the blue deepens as the golden center expand.
I want the audience to see the beauty that inspired the song.
The reason my heart pumps
the love through my veins
out into my fingertips
that gently stroke the rose petal graced melody.
I want to showcase all those stereotypical "romantic moments"
in this short film.
Long walks through autumn leaves.
Kisses underneath the stars.
Holding hands while s