To touch the skyI want to rideTo touch the sky6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the London eye
once in my life
touch the sky
don't ask me why
because I'm alive
I want to try
I wanna fly
look into my eyes
I want to sing
as daylight dies
don't ask me why
I'm full of light
when I see skyes
reflected in your eyes
Desert SongThe night is listingDesert Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too far to the left,
asphalt carrying the road
deep into the canyon
where the cacti keep
a lonely vigil.
I taste gravel
and the crunch of stars
like chrome pressed
against the windshield,
its cobweb dusting the roof above me,
my face cracking the dashboard
like God's own map.
Breathing becomes an art
and I can hear
the crazy clatter of limbs
as the gas tank makes
with my soul
but a solitary lizard
to hear the desert's song.
A Short PoemThrough the fields of tallest weedsA Short Poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I run without a care
Thinking not about my needs
Feeling joy without compare
Through the waters, dark and deep
I swim my fears away
Knowing the darkness of the night
Soon turns to brightest day
Through the skies of darkest clouds
I fly as I ascend
If again I ever see the ground
I fear it'll be the end
Through a heart of coldest stone
I blow the heat of love
And hope I don't get left alone
As it soars to life above
Through this life, I wander lost
Just yearning for a smile
To warm this soul covered in frost
And truly live awhile
NaruHina- Punk Hope 2NaruHina- Punk Hope 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Band meet band? Ok, now you guys can introduce yourselves." Kakashi said then left to go read a book.
"Hey... I'm Shikamaru..." He said, scratching the side of his head.
"Kiba." They shook hands.
"My name is TenTen." She said, and shook hands with everyone.
Sakura and Sai were whispering to each other and kissing here and there. "Sakura! Aww! You look so cute with Sai! Now, give him to me!" Ino said.
"No way Ino-Pig!" Sakura yelled.
"Whatever Bill-Board-Brow!" Ino yelled back, before they both burst out laughing and hugged.
"Ok, whatever, let's get down to business." Sasuke said. "This TenTen," He was pointing to each one. "Sai. Sakura. Kiba." His finger found Hinata. She turned away when he said her name. "And I am Sasuke. Ok, there. Your turn, though we already know who you are."
Shizune spoke up. "I am Shizune, here is Shikamaru, Gaara, Ino, and Naruto." When Naruto heard his name, he walked off. "W-Wait! Naruto!" Shizune yelled, but he ignored her and went into the RV. "Well, that
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
Fragment d hiverTimide et doux soleil berçant ma belle aurore...Fragment d hiver3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le gel, manteau glacial, habille tout de pleurs.
L'ultime rose à la branche s'enlace encore
Pour qu'une fois, une dernière, il l'effleure.
L'herbe gercée se fripe, se tord et craque,
Sous des pas insouciants, sa peau trop fragile.
Partout s'entend de l'hiver l'effroyable attaque
Pointant, dans les prés, la silice des dactyles ?
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
AgonyAgonyAgony2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Une douce et lente agonie,
Entêtante, berçante mélodie,
Pour le coeur du condamné
Qui souffrira, oh! souffrira pour l'éternité
L'archet transperce ses tympans
Et son âme au demeurant
Goutte à goutte coule son sang
Pour le violon, oh! sera tambour mourant
Un regard figé, fixé sur lui,
Une vibration montant sans bruit
L'entend-t-il? L'écho, le chant de la Mort
Qui détruira, oh! grandira dans son corps ?
S'essaiera-t-il, le condamné,
À tenter de le contrôler
Le violon d'outre-tombe damné?
Il tombera, oh! tombera, il sera fauché
L'archet moissonne les âmes
Les cordes deviennent des armes
Ombre et lumière, comme l'éclipse
Il chantera, violon d'Apocalypse
C'est la dernière beauté
Ta dernière volonté
Le néant devenu musique
Ce sera, oh! ce sera la fin symphonique
Ce sera, oh! ce sera l'oubli chimérique
L'OMBRE GRISEL'Ombre Grise.L'OMBRE GRISE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Méchée de gel atone la prêtresse dépèce le squelette
Des vallées mortes
Ses longs silences blancs de sel
Hurler le ciel catastrophe aux reliefs d'éthers froids
La bouche offerte aux serpents
Paralysée de suicides rêches les béances
Massacre des autels ses ongles d'acier glace au cur de cannibale
Le vent du vide déroulait les draps du carnage
Sur sa face de pierre
Elle a rincé l'Épire noircie aux foudres du chêne silence
Où broyés de bronze ses soleils creux ensevelissent les vestiges du double
Morne Dodone les fleurs amorphes sèchent cruelles cicatrices et la Terre
Cadavres fracturés aux yeux stridents d'abysses c'est le règne des loups
Dans les lugubres bois mugir les feux mobiles des souterrains sans lune
Surgissant à sa dextre les dieux sont soumis les scolopendres
The Little Things: Part 1JohnathonThe Little Things: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The camp was pretty lively today, swords being swung, Pegasi in the air, and even Mr. D looked happier than usual. The sun was out, hardly a cloud in the sky, and there were birds singing; I was completely disgusted.
Don't get me wrong I don't mind it; I just can't help but feel so pessimistic, ever since I was a kid I felt like this. Besides teleporting shadow to shadow I guess my power is to see the darker side of things. I'm Jonathan, son of Erebus, buzz kill extraordinaire.
I've narrowed the reason down to two possible reasons. I've lived in the underworld so long the depressing has rubbed off on me or most likely that stupid curse.
A long time ago in the late 1990s my father, Erebus god of the shadows and spirit of judgment, fell in
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Ciel aigriCiel aigriCiel aigri3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Le ciel est gris
le vent se brise
un vieux chat crie
le ciel se grise
se vident sur terre
l'enfant des rivages
et les gouttes s'allument
Amour pluie qui clignote
danse danse la plume
et se pose à ma porte
le vent est gris
un vieux ciel crie
le chat se grise
un ciel se brise.
Maid or Master chapter 8.5 : Loki X Reader fanficMaid or Master chapter 8.5 : Loki X Reader fanfic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I brought you another treat!" You called and Loki stood excitedly. He rushed over to your side but slowed when he saw that you were not carrying some baked good on a tray, but a large bowl of brown goo.
"What is it?" He looked it over nervously.
"It looks odd."
"But it tastes good." You spooned him out a bowl. "Try it."
He looked at you warily, but ate a spoonful. His eyes went wide and a smile formed on his lips. "(name)! I think this is your best food yet! It is absolutely wondrous, stupendous even!"
It did not take him long to finish off his bowl. "More."
You refilled his bowl as you laughed under your breath at the chocolate lines forming around his lips.
"Loki, stop eating for a second." You said, wetting a towel.
"Because your making a mess of yourself." You laughed taking the towel to his face. He squirmed like a child that did not want a bath, but didn't fight back.
"There." You giggled. "You may now go back to your regularly scheduled pudding."
PuddleLook deeplyPuddle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the trees
no eyes -
in the skies...
Ice - Chapter 5(LokixReader)You walked around the carrier aimlessly. You really should have asked for directions before embarking on this little mission. You then wandered into the room on the screens, with the glass cage. There were railings around the cage, and the ground was metal. There was a control panel on the other side of the room, which you assumed was for the cage security. The man was sitting on a small bench in the cage. He had slicked back, black hair, emerald green eyes, and he was wearing a lot of leather. It is him! Before he noticed your presence, you made your way back to your room and grabbed your sketchbook. You also fixed your hair a bit in the bathroom mirror. You then walked back to Loki's cell.Ice - Chapter 5(LokixReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Um Hi." you said. He looked up at you, then stood up.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked. You stared him up and down. He had definitely gro
EclatsEclatsEclats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Les lumières du rivage
se versent au cur de la nuit
au cur de tes yeux
et tes yeux se ferment
la nuit s'éteint
la mer s'endort calmement
dans l'encre de ton regard
et ta berceuse d'absence
la fait doucement flotter
cheveux qui s'envolent
rythme de ton dos
le temps s'écoule.
Alors pousse une fleur
qui prend ses racines
en pleine côte, sur la mer illuminée
et court s'épanouir sur ton cur.
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
Seventeen (In Phases)1.Seventeen (In Phases)2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh
For Just One DayLast night, I heardFor Just One Day2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the locust's call
for just one evening -
that was all.
Soft summer breeze -
and no surprise
Through frosty autumn
turned harsh New England
Breathe deep and long!
Discard your pain.
a Fall refrain.
TrappedI'm not paranoid, you know. Quite the opposite, actually. It's just that... it's been days - days - since I've had contact with anyone. My internet's been shut down, I can't find my phone...Trapped3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Believe me, I've spent countelss hours pushed up against that door, yanking, tugging, banging... No one hears me. How could they, when the snow is piled so high no one can open their windows without the fear of being crushed?
My supplies are running so low I'll have to break open the closet soon enough. Every time I pass by that door, the chills hit me so bad I shake uncontrollably. Even when I've sprayed every drop of air freshener, hair spray, and perfume I have, the stench in unbearable. I avoid going in that room as much as possible, but it still gets to me.
I'm the only one left in this house, possibly in the neighborhood. And if the snow never melts, I'll live as long as possible, not giving up on the life I used to have; the life that I miss so dearly.
But the temperatures are droppin
The Importance of Gold FlecksHereditary.The Importance of Gold Flecks2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I learned the meaning of the word when I was young on a summer afternoon. Too hot to play outside, I was sitting with my dad on our blue couch with the small white polka dot fabric. In retrospect, it was probably a tacky piece of furniture, but love is unconditional when you are small, and I sure did love that couch. I remember my dad watching Winnie the Pooh with me every Saturday morning on its spotted cushions. That day, though, we had a conversation about eyes that I never forgot, and even then, its deeper meaning was not lost on me.
"Daddy, your eyes are green like a cat's," I said.
He smiled, and told me that mine were also green, but unlike his, they changed colors. "Sometimes they are blue. Your eyes were so blue when you were a baby! Big and blue.... Someti
Close to the heartWhat isClose to the heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the heart
it is hours
to shore -
And what is