MartyrMartyr2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the eye remember
I saw against my will
Let his lashes tremble
But my heart is silent still
Let him weep a river
A river washes sin
Sons of man, forgive me
My heart has given in
Let the tongue conceal me
Wagging fast and thick
Let her body change me
Words to make you sick
Selfish in my sorrow
Tarnished in my pain
Licking up the swollen sky
To rid it of the stain
Let this face obey me
Let her look at ease
Kindly lead me forward
In search of others' dreams
Bend my mouth in answer
To crimes they all forgot
Lift it up to smile
At the battles daily fought
Let the mind remember
(Lest you all forget)
Peace is what you wish for
Sin is what you get
Man may weep a river
Tongues may carry on
Die to be a martyr
Live when life is gone
InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepilyInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
You Judge MeYou judge me,You Judge Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know me,
You look at my skin
or wether I'm thin.
But beauty is only skin deep
Seriously, how do you sleep?
People are skinny, thinking they're fat!
People are caged,
and you are a rat.
They're caged in their sorrows,
'cause they believe in your shadow
You judge me,
You know me,
More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before it kills me every time, along with fear throughout my whole body. After many years of dealing with it, I eventually learned to cope with it, but I'm still kind of afraid of what would happen if it got to me. However, they have become increasingly bothersome within the past week.More Than a Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few days ago, I brought it up during lunch with my friends. There were only thre
RussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of TheseYou were warm and cosy that night, snuggled up in your cosy quilt, safe from the cold world outside your window. The quilt was so soft on your flesh and at the end of the quilt your companion was curled up in a ball, in a deep wonderful sleep. Goodness knows why Flying Mint Bunny was sleeping on the end of your bed but it was. In the distance you could hear the chirping of birds but you didn't mind. Your bed was a rich, burgundy colour with matching curtains. Goodness knows what possessed you to then paint the room jade but you did. You made soft, whistling noises in your sleep as your hair draped on your pillow. You deserved your sleep after a long day of shopping with Poland. Your feet practically ached and your head felt like it was having a wild disco since it was throbbing so much. Despite all this, you were quite content in your bed. Your bed where nothing could get to you but your sweet dreams and perhaps your worst of nightmares. Your bed was like a safe cage that locked you awRussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soakeda rainbowSoaked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a silent reminder of
all the nights
she spent in
Germany X Reader- Cat in my mail PT1Germany X Reader- Cat in my mail PT12 years ago in Sketches More Like This
'The last thing i remember, I was lying in my bed with cat ears and a tail. I expect England and his black magic. Gah! im going to kill him! Anyway, I think Italy shoved me in this box with food and about 4 holes on each side of this box. I can say i can fit, but im starting to get sore staying in this position! How long have I been in here? I have no idea where im going. This place doesn't seem familiar. Damn italy, where did you send me to?' he just sat quietly in his box waiting for it to be opened.
You Start to play your Hetalia CD in your TV, and lay in your bed. You laugh a lot and your favorite Character is Germany. Germany Germany Germany! you just loved him. You always thought to yourself 'Why cant he be real!?' or 'I wish he was here!' You even tried to learn German but only failed at it. You tried to release some fan-girl stuff off your chest cause y
The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe door will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
your boy-FriendHis name is Mr. Perfect,your boy-Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a flawless match for you.
You told me that you love him,
And I am told he loves you too.
But I hear that he is moving,
That there's another girl.
I hear he thinks your cheating.
And wonders where you got the pearls.
I hear he stayed out late last night,
Just right after you had a fight,
And made a big mistake.
I guess he wasn't flawless after all,
Mr. perfects just a fake.
So put on the pearls I bought.
For the birthday he forgot.
It's too bad he couldn't come today,
He must be TIED up or far away.
I'll light the candles so make a wish
Isn't it amazing
The smallest ripples can scare the fish?
Tears of My LifeNormally at this time we would be playing music, and watching movies, not giving a care for anything in the world. Normally at this time we would talk about school, and boys like normal teenage girls would, and normally at this time we would be ever so grateful for our lives, for we weren't chosen to walk down the main road of our city, quietly as everyone watched from their windows as the one teenage girl; chosen at random each year was to wear a dress as white as snow, her hair falling around her shoulder, her feet bare, as she walked down the cement road. Nicknamed "The Road to Sacrifice," and for good reason.Tears of My Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl chosen was to be sacrificed; she was supposed to walk through the city's quiet streets, alone not saying a word, not looking at anything but the road ahead of her where she would then take the main road out of the city, walking into the wilderness that lay beyond the safety of our walls. For it was her duty to then enter the house on the outskirts of town, the house w
Alonetrapped in a big empty houseAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
haunted by the ghosts of you
an icy breath
i swear i can almost feel you here
walking down these hallways
stretching for days and years
i can remember every single thing this
house has to offer
and it's killing me
every corner holds a cobweb of whispers
and i can't place why i'm here
in these rooms i loathe
tip-toeing down the stairs
too afraid to stir up old memories
i can't figure it out
i hated this place so goddamn much
but...something draws me here
i don't understand how i can feel so
alone and yet safe
in this hell i once called home
WriterIt's my drugWriter2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one that drives me away
From it all
It's like a shoot
Draws me to an addiction
Writing is my addiction
It pulls me away
And it feels good
Writing is my addiction
LimelightLimelight.Limelight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?
Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?
Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?
How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to
Dealing with half of the things we uncontrollably go through?
I, The SinnerAm I wrong for being attracted to another woman?I, The Sinner2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Do I not have the freedom to choose my own partner in life, or do I let YOU choose for me?
Does your "God" not know happiness when he sees it, or love when you supposedly feel what he does, as we are made in his image?
If we are made in his image, how am I wrong to love one of the same sex as myself if a power skies above me and everyone else made us into what we are today?
Is my attraction to be misconstrued into worthless lust and desire?
Am I a trashed beauty for my mistakes? Aren't we all?
Though I do not attempt to break your spirit, why are you so persistent to break mine?
Why is it that you thump your bible on my writing desk and accuse me of no purity?
Do you think I'm inhuman? Grotesque? Both?
Do I live to please you?
You're entitled to your own opinions, as am I. You may judge me how you please. You can beat me, you can ruin me, you can break everything in me but my beliefs. You can complain to those
Russia x Reader Sunflower DanceRussia x Reader Sunflower Dance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russia x Reader Sunflower Dance
I walked out along the town down to my favorite spot. A wide field with sunflowers all through it. Funny next to my love of vodka are these precious gems of sunlight. I have always loved sunflowers ever since I met her (name). I fondly remember when she first brought me here to this wonderful place, but that was so long ago that she had to leave back for her country since she ways the country of (country you want). Its sad to say that I might never see her again and dance with her in this beautiful place like when we were kids. *sigh* but the festival is starting soon so I must go. I saw a white sunflower among the brightly colored others and picked it thinking of her my sunflower (name).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*sigh* I look out the window of the car seeing fields pass me by and wonder if I'll ever make it in time for the sunflower festival. Yes, being the country of ( country you want) ha
A Broken HeartHer heart pounds in her chest. It's rising, relocating itself to her throat. She swallows, tries to push it down, but it won't budge.A Broken Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her insides are jumbled, butterflies trying to fidget about, but too many are there to get much travelling done. She feels sick to the core of her stomach.
Her hands hang at her sides, sweat accumulating on them, they glisten in the light. They feel useless. She wipes them on her trousers and proceeds to fiddle with them. She needs to keep herself occupied.
She waits. He approaches. Of course he does, she is standing next to his locker. She greets him, the words tumbling out of her mouth like a well recited play. He responds with a dazzling smile that makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter with fervor. She manages a small smile and finally those three words drop out. "I like you." His smile vanishes, not a trace left. He looks at his feet and her hope falls, crashing on spiky boulders. He opens his mouth and the rejection is spoken loud and clear.
Pirate!SpainXReader: Protection--Protection--Pirate!SpainXReader: Protection2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You let out a cry as a strong fist collides with your soft face. The albino pirate stood over you,he had a wild look in his eyes. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt.
"Why don't you come with us?" He grinned lustfully,his crimson eyes made your blood run icey cold. You gathered up as much strength as possible and smacked his across the face and ran. Fast.
"Get her!" The prussian pirate hissed. You ran as fast as you could down the maze-like ally ways. Your e/c eyes widened as you hit a dead end.
"Damn it," You cursed under your breath.
OuchSomething's stuck in my throatOuch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's clawing its way out,
tearing at the lining of my esophagus
leaving it in shreds.
Something's lodged in my brain
twisting and turning
its way through my veins
trying to make it to my heart.
Something hurts in my chest,
the unending pounding through my blood
causing me to double over in pain,
the waves shooting out into the rest of me.
Something is burning my lungs
constricting my breathing
and making life so much harder to bear.
This just isn't right.
Something is breaking me apart,
ripping me in two with no regards.
All it wants is to destroy me,
and it's doing one hell of a job.
Come play with me...Come play with me...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is told from England's point of view.
I sat alone in my bed-room. Sighing I looked up to the ceiling. I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I exhaled and shook slightly. A few tears rolled down my cheeks .
"Why do you cry?" A voice startled me. I gasped and looked up to see a young women. She stood bare foot in a white summer dress, a small band of flowers sat atop her head. Upon closer examination she seemed to glow subtly. Slowly she walked towards me, her (h/c) hair flowed behind her as if wind blew. Standing in front of me she looked me in the ey
Established SexualityA friend approaches another friend and announces he is gay.Established Sexuality2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Normal Reaction: " What!? Dude, I don't... That's gross! I don't think we can hang out anymore if your for real."
My Reaction: " I'm straight. There, we have established our sexuality, now let's go get some ice cream!"
Yes, I am selfish.You know that awful feeling when you just can't affect something. When the only thing that's left is to do whatever you're told to, no matter how much you don't want to do it?Yes, I am selfish.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That hopeless feeling
No power, no control.
You have to obey.
Your wish to do otherwise is in no one's interest-
we won't help;
we can't help.
Everything happens so fast.
You're just watching, observing-
-people running, doing what they do best; no one looking at you and your needs.
You're selfish. they say.
Yes I am.
I'm sorry for being in love and not wanting to leave their side.
I'm sorry for caring about my sick grandmother and staying by her side.
I'm sorry for not being able to watch my parents fight.