2p England x Goth!Reader Bride OF A Madman Part 8Bride OF A Madman part 82p England x Goth!Reader Bride OF A Madman Part 81 year ago in Horror More Like This
I looked down at _____________’s unconscious body on the bed, as Aisha, Raven, James and Allen
“Was it really necessary,” Aisha asked.
“It’s tradition only our weddings are quite different,” Oliver explained.
“Some want a brutal wedding, while others are sweet,”
“Not like that cheesy shit,” Allen added.
“Swear jar, now!” Oliver shrieked, holding out the swear jar, making James, Aisha and Raven snicker.
Allen grumbled as he placed a quarter in the jar.
“I also remember when James put in sleeping pills in my food,” Raven said.
“Even Al drugged me while I was sleeping,” Aisha added.
“That was to prepare you for your wedding dears,” Oliver replied.
“We just gotta dress you up,” Allen said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“But deep in our hearts, we love our hubbies,” Raven said, turning to James.
“And would do anyth
A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
Temptation (revised)Temptation (revised)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Temptation is beauty's fatal allure,
For her promises are never secure.
She calls, she tempts, she bewitches so quick,
Yet her end is ruin, a very cruel trick.
When first sought she brings great pleasure,
Then she fades and also her treasure.
Why does she cause such pain to man?
Was her creation part of His plan?
Eve in the Garden lived unspoiled,
Yet at her feet a serpent lay coiled.
Sweet words of poison came from the snake.
Calling for the forbidden fruit to take.
Then something wicked boiled within,
And her lips yearned for the sweetness of sin.
With a taste her soul evil did know,
And the Lord's work was brought to woe.
My temptation began with a glance.
A beautiful woman I met by chance.
Regal and stunning and all together fair,
A statuesque beauty with scarlet hair.
Porcelain skin and braided tress,
Yet sultry curves hid beneath her dress.
Charm and decorum are at her command,
For her mind is sharp and her wit grand.
Yet her presence is witchcraft to me,
Even in my dreams I cann
One Shot One KillOne Shot One Kill4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The snow dances with the wind
The wolves howel a song of such sadness and joy
My exposed breasts can feel the winter air
My blonde hair is away from my eyes
My hands grow cold
I can see the snake crawling in the snow
I got you now Snake
You are in my sight
I am like the lone wolf hiding in the wilderness
Since the day my parents were killed
I've been a lone wolf for a long time
The wolves howl a song with my name in it
I look down my scope
My heart beats in my exposed breasts
It's calm as I look through the scope
I see you Snake
My finger is ready to pull the trigger
He crawls in the snow like he's a predator
There's no grass for you to crawl in Snake
You are a snake in the snow but not in the grass
I pulled the trigger
The gunshot echoes through the forest
But I missed my shot
You are not what I expected
I move around the wilderness like you
I have a clear shot of you again
But every time I pull the trigger
I always miss a shot
Suddenly I heard a gunshot
I pulled my trigger before you
Come backCome back without your callous amber eyesCome back3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you've stopped your run and slowed a walk.
Come back when you've dropped your disguise,
And used wisdom and not wit to navigate a fork.
When you've learnt to gamble with rolling dice,
And learnt to lose with a popped champagne cork.
Come back from a land of grass and strawberry thickets
Under a moon of blossoms and quiet night crickets
Come back when you can be ostracized, cast out
And not hang your head too low, nor lift your nose too high
When you wish for lobsters and found only trout
Never look up at the heavens, never ask why.
Come back when you leave little room for doubt
And would never show a hint of rage, maybe just a weak pout.
Come back when you're fatigued and tired,
And learnt that you can never be too proud or too wise
And you've bagged your hate and envy retired
When you never again would brandish your knives
You would build up your house of cards
And understand that it is something you must soon discard
When you learnt that
BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 14BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 142 years ago in Drama More Like This
Previously, you woke up to find yourself at Antonio’s home, are brought your belongings over by Ivan, Arthur, and Alfred, and were invited to move into their new dorm with them- all in time for the graduation party.
You took a shaky breath as you fiddled with the shirt you were wearing, pulling at it and straightening wrinkles, then running a brush through your hair again, for good measure. ‘That’s as good as it’s going to get,’ you think to yourself, regarding your appearance in the mirror. You were currently standing in your bathroom, getting ready for the graduation party you all were invited to- in a few minutes you were all to leave.
And you were nervous.
It hadn’t completely clicked in your mind earlier that it was to be a beach party. Not that you had anything against parties- or the beach really for that matter, but it was the ocean that left you feeling a bit uneasy. Ever since the... situation with your dad, you hadn’t
Secrets Unkept [Modern!Peter Pan x Reader]What if Peter Pan left Neverland and began to age normally? … He did, and now he's just a 'normal' boy in high school. Tinker Bell and the lost boys didn't come with him, so without pixie dust he can no longer fly, and he's left all alone, until…Secrets Unkept [Modern!Peter Pan x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Just another lazy night in, proving to be more difficult than planned. You've got a stack of Disney movies and a stack of horror movies… But which do you want to watch? You've watched all the Disney's about a million times, but they never get old, so who cares? But… horror movies are so much fun. Granted, you usually end up curled in a thick blanket behind the couch with every single light in the house on, but they are so much fun. You're just getting ready to have an intense bout of Eenie Meanie Mynie Mo, when your phone starts vibrating, nearly making you jump out of your skin. It doesn't help that it's an unknown caller, either. You contemplate i
Assassin's Creed Fanfiction HUNAC Fanfiction Hungary-részletAssassin's Creed Fanfiction HUN2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Könnyed léptekkel haladtam előre, miközben az utamat elálló embereket kerülgettem. Megpróbáltam kizárni a fejemből a nagyvilág zaját, hogy csak a pár méterrel előttem haladó beszélgetésén kívül semmi ne terelje el a figyelmemet. A szófoszlányok kihallgatása közben óvatosan pillantottam fel-fel a ház falainak támaszkodó, vagy az éppen mellettem elhaladó őrökre. Még ha ők nem is tudtak most érzékelni, még mindig elővigyázatosnak kellet lennem. Az előző küldetésemen való ballépésemből tanultam valamelyest és nem szándékoztam ugyanazt a hibát elkövetni. Különösen a mostani helyzetben. Ha v
LizzieFrom the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. Smooth alabaster skin framed with rich, copper curls; cherry lips curving into the faintest flicker of a smile; emerald eyes gleaming beneath long ebony lashes. A picture of such great beauty that none could compare. My artist's fingers ached to paint her, to capture that eternal glory and share it with the world. Yet the hands of a man are much less generous, and I was no exception. I wanted her. To take her, to feel her perfect form against me, to claim her as my own. My model, my muse; Lizzie.Lizzie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was walking when I first laid eyes upon her, dainty feet gracing the cobbled streets of London. Her body seemed to slide over the ground, hardly moving, her elegance shining through her impoverished exterior. Her breasts heaved beneath a tight bodice, her skirt a little shorter than what was decent. There was no mistaking what she was, but that face, the face of an angel. And such sadness in those glowing orbs, such quiet desperation. Oh, i
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Intertwined HandsThough I think we fit,Intertwined Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like something's wrong,
with our bodies pressed together,
what happened to our song?
Why did the all the pictures fade away?
Why don't you put the special moments on replay?
What happened to the magic spark?
The speed of the marching band matching my heart?
Almost everything's gone,
but stored in my head,
after you fled.
You still hold me,
with glue, like rubber bands,
as you stare down,
at our intertwined hands.
The MadnessThe Madness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the incident I began to feel- strange
My chest burned
My mind deranged
My well being...
But I cannot let this harm my cool!
My reputation will be ruined!
I'm always the coolest between us
The one who doesn't resort to violence when the other irritates you
My head is pounding faster and faster
The little devil is growing
it has become even more devious, deranged
he's been in my way so many times
But in a way, I say that it has helped my a little
That one day when Crona was harmed
That scar began to burn
It took over
The black blood
The madness made me fight.
It caused harm
not just to me or to my friends in which I fought against
But to my cool
When I snapped out and had immediately regained my cool
You hit me
I wish this could stop
That all of the black blood can go away
But it cannot happen
not right now
I guess that I should just learn to live with it
But I just wish that it can go away
because it's not just affecting me
it affected you as we
Brokendripping sorrowBroken3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
tears that fall
my soul hallow
lossing it all
without ever having it
a mind filled with insanity
the jugemental ones around
in all most everything beauty
with thoughts never to be found
forever lost in these halls
homebound i may be
but to where it lays
you surrly will not agree
i travel for decays
but im not allowed there
no right to feel this way
no need for this nonsense
these rules i must obey
for if not its a great offence
for if broken horrid punishment awaits
a broken spirit
patched and stiched
full of holes from bullets
my mind bewitched
hopefully soon ill be able to sleep
with out awakaning