MirareMirareMirare7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Si fierbinta imi cazu
Un strop pe arsa pleoapa.
Il privesc si un bob rasfringe
Raza altor mii de sori.
Le vad mersul cum se duc
Grei de negura si ceata.
Ce o calc cu talpa goala
Pare inca stravezie.
Intru-n vis si in mirare
Lacrimile lor le beau.
Until Eternity's End.Until Eternity's End.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
SebastianxReader chapter 12Sebastian x ReaderSebastianxReader chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Sebastian and I burst into the ballroom Lizzy had fainted in front of a woman wearing a bright pink dress and a tall pink top hat with a veil. I walked up to the woman in the centre of the commotion and lifted the thin veil covering her face.
"Arrgh!" I shouted okay so it wasn't a woman, it was a man. It was him the one from the graveyard, the one who told me Sebastian was a demon. "Jeez, you scared me. Why on earth are you wearing that?"
"Heeheehee, It's a fancy dress ball, so I came in a fancy dress. Heeheehee." I raised an eyebrow, Ciel who was dressed as a king, (with a crown and everything, it was very cute) sighed and stood in front of the man.
"Undertaker, I told you, you could come if you wore something that wouldn't scare people." 'Undertaker? That's a weird name' I thought to myself though he was a weird man. Ciel sighed again. "I thought you would do something like this." Ciel rubbed his brow. "I prepared another co
Entertainment - Kyoya x Reader [[Oneshot]]You are (Male Name) (Last Name). You are a girl - but why do you have a male name? Ah... I'll get to that later.Entertainment - Kyoya x Reader [[Oneshot]]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was an average day...
Walk to school beside Haruhi Fujioka, complain about everything, go to class, and wait for lunch time to hit. As soon as the clock stuck 12, you walked to the 3# Music Room - the home of the host club.
Ahah~ But you were not a guest... You were more of a... host.
Yes, you were in the same situation as Haruhi basically - except the fact that you actually owed the Host Club nothing. And the fact that dressing like a boy was just natural to you. Your parents had wanted a male child, and when they gave birth to a girl - well... they just decided to 'tweak' things a bit. So now, you are basically a cross-dresser.
Slamming open the doors, you strode into the music room as Haruhi trailed behind you.
"Look who's here," Kaoru and Hikaru spoke in sync, seeming to circle your form. You paid them no attention and simply strode past, standing in front
Wilted RoseWilted Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wraps herself in somber lies
Step out of the rain, don't drown my dear.
Consumed by grief and doubt, she cries
She has but nothing left to fear.
She squanders love as it comes her way
Step into the light, don't hide my dear.
With a wistful plea, she begs him to stay
But does her frail heart prove sincere?
She regrets letting him slip though her fingers
Step out of the cold, don't shiver my dear.
On the tip of her tongue, her lost love lingers
The sorrow foretold that they wouldn't cohere.
Streams of scarlet run down her shoulder
Step into the darkness, don't wither my dear.
All she needs is for someone to hold her
Someone to listen as she sheds a tear.
Silence becomes her, as still as the night
Step into the warmth, don't freeze my dear.
To take that plunge off a bridge, she might
Only to bring forth the end that is near.
She carries on her tenuous life
Step away from it all, don't weep my dear.
Cutting her deep like the sharpest knife
This state of apprehension won't disappear.
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy
Maddy's Game [Prologue]The ice cold floor seemed like it stretched down the hallway for eternity. Red splatters covered the walls and floor. A girl stood in the midst of this scene, her short brunette hair covering her face and her fragile body trembling with fear. Her grey-blue eyes wide with shock as she stared ahead of her. Bodies, everywhere. Some she recognized, and some she didn't. She was cluching onto something... A blade. A very large blade, at that. Had she done this? The answer... Yes. She slowly took a step back, clutching onto the blade tighter, the blood oozing onto her hand and down to her wrist. "I'm sorry...", she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...", she repeated as she fell to the floor.Maddy's Game [Prologue]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had nothing left. Nothing to care for. She had killed everyone she loved. Her parents. Her friends. And for what? I'll tell you what. Absolutely nothing. She knew that she was insane, oh yes, but didn't care to acknowledge it, for fear of losing everyone she cared about. It wasn't until now t
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
What Makes You Beautiful...What Makes You BeautifulWhat Makes You Beautiful...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(My thank you letter to Nude Models)
What makes you beautiful is not the nakedness of your form or the suggestiveness of your pose.
It is not how close the lens zooms to the most prized and priceless areas of your anatomy.
It is not the illusion of whatever suggestion is conveyed by your expression and the ambiance of your setting,
Nor is it the way the light falls across your frame to cast a symphony of shadows and highlights which seem to play in perfect harmony.
Though all of these things have their place in the art you create
What makes you beautiful is something far more innate
It is your knowledge of self and freedom to express
It is the way you make confidence seem natural and effortless
It is the vulnerability you are not afraid to show
It is the union of your mind, body, spirit and soul
It is how your image transcends the lust of undeveloped minds
And portrays the elegance of a form ordained before time
What makes you beautiful is something much deeper
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
Let's make the whole world listenLet's make the whole world listen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's take these feelings and make them substance. Give them a name and a life, removed from ourselves.
Let's create something that will make you sad just by looking at it, because loneliness hurts best when it's shared.
Let's call it art, and hope for something more.
But let's do it somewhere else, it's so fucking quiet here.
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope creaks,
Why is it th
Sound in my SoulSound in my Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
A Girls First Time(Assume you are a girl if you are a boy)A Girls First Time9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It's your first time. As you lie back your
muscles tighten. You put him
off for a while searching for an excuse, but he
refuses to be swayed as he
approaches you. He asks if you're afraid and you
shake your head bravely.
He has had more experience, but it's the first
time his finger has found
the right place. He probes deeply and you
shiver; your body tenses; but
he's gentle like he promised he'd be. He
looks deeply within your eyes
and tells you to trust him - he's done this many
times before. His cool
smile relaxes you and
you open wider to give him
more room for an easy
entrance.You begin to
plead and beg him to hurry,
but he slowly takes his
time, wanting to cause you as little pain as
possible. As he presses
closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give
way; pain surges throughout
your body and you feel the slight trickle of
blood as he continues. He
looks at you concerned and asks you if it's
too painful.Your eyes are
filled with tears bu
DisintegrateDisintegrateDisintegrate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These tears that are coming thick and fast
They feel like splinters of broken glass
As though the shattered pieces of me
are escaping through my eyes
Eyes that are torn
And bleeding. My spirit worn
Out. So tired
Painting my innocence over the walls until
The world is consumed by the smell
Of salt and rust
But it isn't enough
You still won't trust
When it counted
When I needed you to believe in me
Now fragmenting and crumbling I
PT5: I SURVIVED.PT5: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
RumoursThey say she wanders alone, that on cold grey nights if you look into the moonlight at just the right angle, you will see her pale silhouette as she dances along lost in a song that only she can hear. They say that to see her is a sign of danger to come, that she is an omen for impending disaster, and that if you see her you better run.Rumours6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rumours are strange things are they not? An underlying truth that is hidden and obscured by exaggerations and lies. Like a game of Chinese whispers played in the school ground the original message and the original words become lost to something new. Perhaps the real power comes from words and not just rumours.
They say that when she was alive she was attacked and killed one night as she was making her way home after a dance, and that the violence of her death keeps her trapped in this realm seeking vengeance on people who seek to cause harm. Over time they said that her intentions became twisted and she started to seek to hurt anyone and everyone who cr