.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
Two Genius Superheroes Chapter 1/2Two Gorgeous, Genius Billionaire Superheroes Walk Into A Party...Two Genius Superheroes Chapter 1/23 years ago in Romance More Like This
The cave was dark, the only light being that of the enormous computer screen flickering with incoming data and criminal profiles. The hum of the console mingled with the occasional fluttering of the bats and tapping on the keyboard. Leaning back in his chair, Bruce Wayne rested his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers, contemplating the information before him.
"Ahem." Bruce quickly spun his chair around to face his butler. Alfred was in his pajamas, yet his thinning hair was combed and his demeanor was as formal as ever. Slight bags beneath his eyes indicated that he hadn't gotten more than a couple hours of sleep. All this Bruce took in subconsciously, his conscious mind still processing data and patterns. "Master Bruce, a letter has just arrived for you." Bruce raised a thick dark eyebrow and checked his ridiculously expensive watch. 4:02am.
"I didn't know mailmen had night shifts." Bruce accepted the offere
Future YouI would like you to meet someone.Future You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Say hello to
Smiles and laughs.
They are healthy
In love and joy.
Can take on the world,
Sings along to every song,
Is right where they belong;
They just wish that
You knew it would be okay.
Has so much to say,
About how they got
To be this way;
But the main thing is
‘Thank you’ for
Day after day.
Has a life,
And they say;
Everything will be
Shadow of the Lonesome"Hi."Shadow of the Lonesome4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy crouched down, staring at his shadow quizzically.
When he received no response, he frowned slightly.
"I see. You're not going to talk to me either."
He mindlessly kicked at a stray pebble, watching as it skipped across the ground. They weren't much different, he mused; both of them had been forgotten by the world.
"I don't get it."
He hung his head.
"What did I ever say?"
He clenched his fists.
"What did I ever do?"
"You're not going to listen either, are you?"
He cracked a small, pained smile.
"That's okay. Nobody does."
Trip MeTrip meTrip Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And make me fall
I don't want
Just a little push
I want to be shoved
Off a cliff, a mountain, a plane
And fall forever and ever
Never to stop falling.
No, I don't
Don't you even
Because if you do
I will hate you
So just let me live falling.
We can fall
Together if you'd like
But I hope
That no matter
What you do
I will continue to plummet
Down into Hell
But I don't mind.
I see you toeing the line
Yet there is someone with you
From all the way down here
I can't tell who they are
It does not matter
Just that they are asking you
To fall with them.
I see hesitation in
Will you jump with them
Or come fall with me
Because like I mentioned
I will forever fall no matter what
It is all up to you.
I can see you leaving
To jump with them
Before you go
Just know that I will never climb back up
Because you just had to trip me
And make me fall in love.
Can I Call You Tonight?Would it be alright if I called you sometime tonight?Can I Call You Tonight?1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Had an appointment with Apathy but it didn't show
A date with a Cynic's left me feeling overly exposed
to the elements and now I'm just not feeling alright
Please, won't you rescue me
Help calm this punishing sea
The mental storm raging inside of me
Because I can't figure another way out
Without cutting the words completely out
To explain how the unraveling came about
The terror within night creeps up way too fast
as I try to shelter a heart made of stained glass
The minutes crawl by slowly and all I can do is stare
Hoping the shapes behind my eyelids won't reappear
I ought to send another distress signal up sky high
To encourage hate and love to draw up a compromise
Please, won't you evacuate me
From this lonesome island of one
And protect me from the glare of the sun
Because I can't figure any other way out
Without ripping the words completely out
And say why the ghosts still hover about
I'd like to quell this chronic fear's abili
An Actual HomophobeAn actual phobia is a fear,An Actual Homophobe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not a hate.
So hopefully this story will illustrate,
the difference between hate, so than you will know,
what it truly means to be a “homophobe”
I'll use an example that doesn't relate,
my mother was traumatized at the tender age of eight,
when she watched a movie adorned with spiders,
now today she cannot stand to have one beside her.
Now back to the point, so we don't lose track.
I'll speak of boy who was the center of an irrational attack.
Where the act that was committed went unreported,
because to tell of what happened meant his pride would be aborted.
The reasoning is irrational, and some may say stupid,
but ever since that day, the boy grew putrid
towards men who advanced onto other men,
because he could never forget what happened when,
he was forced to commit to a brutal act,
and from that very day he still bares the scars on his back.
A feeble example, but it holds some truth,
as I would not have utilized it if it were fully untrue.
Don't ForgetSomeday:Don't Forget1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember that there was perfection
Disguised as chaos and sighs,
And that you made me happy.
Don’t forget my fingers tracing your skin,
Or the way you swore you could see my whole world
Spinning madly in my eyes.
Don’t forget me bleeding,
And don’t forget
How many times it took
To say goodbye.
The Tempest of Your MindIt's amazing to watch you wither away and die slowly as your mind explodes softly. It's horrible too though.The Tempest of Your Mind3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's horrible when I call it amazing. But how can I not?
It is what it is and there's nothing I can do.
Age is your enemy, I can see. It's led you to glassy eyes and faded smiles and you're so confused but everyone calls you the wisest ever alive. Even though you're not. You're not. You forgot your memories and your tribulations and errors when all your friends passed away. Pity too, because your advice would mean a lot. A lot to me.
But the tempest of your mind controls your thoughts and words. All your voice does is add dust to the wind.
It's rather disappointing.
GilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter OneGilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Click clack click clack...
With every step the heels of my pumps smacked against the gritty pavement.
The somber gray veil of clouds drifting over the hazy city was an omnipresent reminder of the approaching rain. The mass of people I was pushing against felt the same way; they were all clad in coats, hats, and umbrellas. I gritted my teeth and tugged my own trench coat tighter against my body at the thought. Towering skyscrapers, so tall they seemed to curve in on me, shadowed my path towards the subway.
I bumped into a stout man cloaked in a charcoal jacket and fedora, muttering a small sorry. He didn't even bother to peer up; he grunted indifferently and continued on his way.
I sighed deeply. It seemed my existence was as infinitesimal here as it was back home.
I felt a droplet of water land upon my hatted head. I looked up at the cloudy origin of the splash. Almost instantly there were thousands that followed in it's wake. 
I came upon the terminal that I was look
Ten Tips for the Miserable1. Change your bed sheets.Ten Tips for the Miserable8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll find it easier to sleep,
Without letting the stains of
Dried tears seep
Into your dreams.
2. Bake a cake.
Out of handfuls of nothing
Think of a world
The way you want it.
With each wish
4. Drink peppermint tea.
It's really rather refreshing,
Or maybe that's just me.
Sometimes you just have to let
The poison bleed out,
Or else your soul
6. Have a cuddle.
Be it with a teddy,
Or a pillow,
Or a person -
Just squeeze out
All that negative
7. Have a nap.
Let sleep lock away
That voice in your head,
Until it can think of
Something nice to say.
Rub cream into your toes,
The deep black bags under your eyes -
You'll feel like a brand new you.
9. Talk to someone.
Let it all out.
Scream and shout.
It's okay to ask for help.
10. Love yourself.
I know, I
He's still BeautifulYes you love him, I know you doHe's still Beautiful1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
despite the hate that you put him through.
He is the smart one, the one who's called geek,
But when you found out he was gay, you called him a freak.
You beat him to a pulp, claimed it was right,
laughed at him endlessly, when he wouldn't fight.
You called him a sin, condemned him to hell
You called him a demon, whose presence you should dispel .
But yes, he was still beautiful even when he would cry,
Those tears would stream freely, down his pale face they would slide.
He released his emotions, where no one could see him,
And you stood there watching, fantasizing over your victim.
You loved him, did you not? But you struggled greatly
And because of that, he was your punching bag daily.
Fist after fist drove into his frail frame,
the people at school would praise you with fame.
He was gay, the freak everyone hated,
But you were the football player whose feelings were belated.
Even with blood staining his clothes
He was still so beautiful, he
Being HumanYou could be anybody.Being Human3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything has a right to live.
But it all is made of the beholder because it can't be made out of something else.
"People are funny toys for me.
I know how to rule them very well".
An ordinary writing for a fifteen-year-old with a spiky bracelet and black lipstick.
"I may be Another..."
"People are grey mass!"
"Vampires, werewolves, wizards, boom, boom, bobobobobooooooommmmmm..."
Being human is not in fashion now.
Of course, every thought creates a new world somewhere away.
The world has very own ideas, but we can't reveal them.
"What did I do that everyone treats me in such a way?!
I am too soft, I forgive everyone!
I must be stronger than them!"
Being stronger not obligatory means being stubborn and deaf.
Changing the world doesn't mean alien invasions or that.
See it yourself and forgive.
Forgiving is so simple and so hard.
But - simply do it.
It will mean you're a human.
Not a machine made for creating its twins.
"He wanted to be alive?! He didn't
HauntedI see her there withHaunted1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Poem of the Awesome PrussiaThe Poem of the Awesome PrussiaPoem of the Awesome Prussia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Author's Note: ...I got bored, thought of Prussia, and thus born was this! o_O]
Sir Prussia, thy name is so neat!
Probably an interesting person to meet!
Thy awesomeness level is quite so high,
Reaching up to places in the sky.
Thy are that one in a million.
The best around, probably in a trillion!
If you are as awesome as you say,
then you shall forever stay that way!
SexismBoys will be boysSexism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girls shall be ladies
Boys romp and play
make mud pies and fight
Girls have tea-parties
dress up and act like grown-ups
we chuckle when boys return
covered head to toe in mud
we scold when a girl returns
with a grass stain on her clothes
Boys shout and holler
Girls wait and listen
'Lower your voice girl,'
they say when she squeals
'Is it because I'm a girl?'
she asks quietly
They lie respond with 'no,
its just what is proper'
Then why aren't boys
silenced when they scream
Girls have voices too!
We are they the silenced ones?
RIP Sandy Hook Elementary victimsPlease keep Sandy Hook Elementary in your prayers.RIP Sandy Hook Elementary victims3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could they do this?
27 killed, 18 CHILDREN.
How could they take this towns bliss?
The town next to me,
5 minutes from where i was,
A tragic killing spree,
My school in a buzz.
My schools doors locked,
Everyone was shocked
There wasn't a sound.
In just moments the nation knew,
This doesn't feel real,
How could this be true?
It's numbness I feel.
I can't seem to grasp it...
I sit here in my tears,
Surrounded by fears,
Please keep the adults and children in your prayers. <3 RIP
On WritingWrite for todayOn Writing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
Right Away I Write AwayRight Away I Write Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To my one and only, the beloved whom my heart favors...
For my all & every
The true love my soul has at last found.
I continue onward, producing letters
To grow into words,Words that still yet
lack ability to describe this, our love.
Though my mind works with vigor,
through day until night,
Evermore to the dying beat of my heart.
Remolded have I been,
and forever grasped...
By a bond beyond unbreakable.
The Heart that drums away the beat in hopes
of reaching the ears of some muse...
In hopes of fabricating my rapture...
Right away I write away,
direct from my inner most being,
Out poured to pages for the eyes of my angel.
Landlocked 33Landlocked 336 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The princess blew on the whistle more fervently, trying not to cry.
Finally, she could hear swift footsteps approach. She stopped whistling and began pounding on the door again until a harsh voice snapped, "Stop that racket, you man-stealing wench!" Ariel almost collapsed in tears right then. It was only Sable.
"You little thief, you stole my whistle!" The duchess huffed. Her captive nodded even though the noble couldn't see her, hoping the kidnapper would open the doors to retrieve her trinket. "Well, I'll have it back soon enough-- after sundown. I just came down here to confirm you have it. They're searching for you, you know. In fact, they're not very far away." Ariel waited with bated breath, though she knew this vile human was leering on her side of the locked doors. "It's a shame I'll have to lure your rescuers away." Ariel screamed a silent scream of rage at the woman, calling dozens of curses on the petite girl's head. Her captor
Landlocked 37Landlocked 376 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eric called for order, and all of the nobles gathered in groups of eight and ten around dainty tables set with fragile china, tiny pastries, and tea sandwiches. Jim and Sable sat at the prince's table, since Jim was the guest of honor, alongside Grimsby, a couple of Eric's close friends, and Captain Harris. Ariel was situated between Grimsby and Eric, with Jim across the table from her. She tried to catch his eye as Eric greeted everyone and encouraged them to help themselves, but he refused to meet her gaze. Ariel finally hung her head, looking blankly into her lap in dejection, until the server asked the prince, "Coffee or tea, sire?"
"Tea, please." Eric smiled at the middle aged servant. The man filled the prince's cup, bowed, then crossed over behind Ariel and began to pour her tea as well. The redhead shook her head frantically and covered her cup with both her hands.
"Ariel?" Eric queried, his cup halfway to his lips.