Here, I will beHere, I will be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
Pippin in Silent Hill FINNISHOlipa kerran Pippin joka halusi joskus aivokuolion ja niin hän päätti lähteä Silent Hilliin. Pippin näki Leylan joka pani paskaa perseeseen ja pyysi Sallaa ja Pippiniä mukaan sairaalaan jossa Nurset elivät ja tuskistuneet mummelit halusivat rakastella Walteria. Pippin juoksi pakoon Pyramid Headia ja sillon Leyla possautti kuormurin päin pärstää. Pippin löysi reijän ja meni sinne ja hän sai aseen jolla hakata. Pippin murskasi munansa palasiksi ja palasi takaisin kotiin mutta matkalla Henry änkytti paskaa ja Pippin hakkasi tämän.Pippin in Silent Hill FINNISH4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
UK Shanty - Pirate England x ReaderUK Shanty - Pirate England x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The year was 1623 when pirates raided your small town on the eastern coast of Nova Scotia. You remembered that morning well. Fog stretched over the sea-scape as the sun rose gently in the distant horizon at, what you assumed to be, around 5:45 am. Waves lapped at your feet as you stood on the beach at such an ungodly hour. Why on Earth were you out there anyway? Well a man in your dream told you that he was coming, of course! Harboring gleaming green eyes that challenged you to disobey his orders, you could have sworn he looked into your soul. And dare you say he was actually quite handsome in his white shirt and brown breeches?
Yes. You do dare.
A gust of cool wind blew around you, chilling you to the bone. You reflexively tugged your coat around yourself further, trying desperately to keep the chill at bay. Looking out across the vast expanse that was the Atlantic Ocean, wisps of ha
I'm fineThrough soulless eyes people seeI'm fine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.
Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.
When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.
Are you okay?
The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.
The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.
"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.
And the crying form
that so brokenly said it was fine
is left to cry once more.
If You and IIf You and I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
TiredI'm tired.Tired9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of feeling lost, afraid, misunderstood.
Tired of wondering if I'm letting someone down by the choices I've made.
Tired of getting my feelings hurt, my ego bruised, my heart broken.
Tired of showing these varmin called emotions.
Tired of being me, of being weak.
Tired of trying to be this person I cannot see.
Tired of all the pain, all the struggle I've put upon myself.
Tired of not being the person I was.
Tired of hiding, hoping, and healing.
Tired of listening, learning...letting.
I'm tired...I'm tired.
Povesti din cosul de gunoi Nu cred că te-ai gândit vreodată până acum cât de multe poveşti poţi găsi într-un coş de gunoi. Am dreptate, nu?Povesti din cosul de gunoi5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ei bine nu vei găsi în niciun alt loc atât de multe.
Am ajuns aici abia ieri. Sinceră să fiu la început nu mi-a plăcut deloc locul ăsta. Până când am privit puţin în jur şi mi-am dat seama că sunt înconjurată de obiecte care au aceeaşi poveste ca şi mine: nu au mai fost vrute.
Am făcut cunoştinţă cu jucăria ne mai dorită de copil. Era un căluţ simplu lăcuit din lemn. Copilul a crescut, nu a mai avut nevoie de el.
Am făcut cunoştinţă cu buchetul de flori pentru ea. Ea cea care nu a apărut la întâlnire. Ea cea pentru care buchetul de lalele roşii a fost cump
PasariParcă şi acum îi aud pe medici.Pasari5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Născută la şapte seara într-o oarecare zi de vară. Ne pare rău doamnă, dar fetiţa dumneavoastră este prea mică. N-o să poată umple niciodată golul cuiva din suflet. Şi pe deasupra e şi foarte slabă, aşa că să nu vă miraţi de ce n-o să se poată lega de oameni. Or să i se deznoade mereu braţele şi ei or să îi scape. Dar e sănătoasă, şi asta e tot ce contează, nu? La o adică, ce dacă are două picioare făcute să rămână mereu pe loc? Şi cinci degete la fiecare mână făcute să se ţină doar unele pe altele? Şi nu vă faceţi griji, deşi are ochii atât de comuni, nu o să rămână nimeni suficient de mult lângă ea ca să observe asta. Dacă există vr
Day 1...5th TryYou mean...Day 1...5th Try4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No walking across oceans?!?
The Prank-Soldier X ReaderThe PrankThe Prank-Soldier X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soldier X Reader
It was a normal day at the Fort, which was alright on their free days. Instead of having to go steal Intel or die off in some dramatic fight, each team member set off to relax and spend some time to themselves.
One such person was Soldier. He woke bright and early, but with less urgency like usual, using some time to straighten his room and throw on his ‘casual’ uniform. The nice thing to him, being a guy and all, was that he didn’t need to use a mirror, knowing all the while as he threw his hat on without a glance that he looked as spiffy as he did every day since he joined the team. If only he had looked….
“Yo _____! I got the eggs ready.” Scout shouted, flipping an egg over his shoulder as you caught it on a plate with ease. As the new rookie for the team, a Specialist for different things, your duty was to make sure the breakfast production line went smoothly every morning. It was fun, working your
Avem?Stau pe treptele adolescenţeiAvem?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
De vorbă cu soarele,
Alături de frunzele care
Îşi foşnesc sfârşitul.
În ochiul de apă,
Mă văd pe mine,
Toţi avem aceeaşi soartă?
SecreteHai să desenăm un cercSecrete5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cu o singură rază,
din care să naştem
o frânghie de lumină
cu care să ne legăm,
atât de strâns,
încât inimile noastre
să-şi poată spune secretele,
fără să le audă plămânii
doar ştii ce indiscreţi sunt.
Things He didn't so much as flinch when the Thing came leaking out of the wall. He didn't even grit his teeth as it puddled on the floor just before his feet. He just stood and watched as it took shape; stretching it's abnormally long limbs out to him as the grotesque face seeped through the slimey mass of its torso.Things3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In fact, a plastic smile stretched across his face and he found himself reaching out to touch it's lengthy fingertips, laughing as he felt the cool texture of its flesh against his own.
The creature tilted his head
He mimicked the move and let out a quiet childish laugh. "Hello," he said, his voice echoed throughout the small padded room.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheellllllllooooooo." It replied.
InsignificantInsignificant.Insignificant4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the souls of my feet connect with the pavement slabs.
My eyes become lost in to the dark vastness of the skies.
Suddenly my problems decrease in value and size.
I realise how insignificant I am in comparison.
How expendable and replaceable I am.
I don't matter
How much matter
ViciosiiViciosii5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eu nu sunt vicioasă ca şi voi,
De lucruri banale pentru doi.
Viciul meu nu este lumesc,
E pentru cei ce nu îmbătrânesc.
Viciul meu eşti tu şi sentimentele-mi simţite,
Când mă-mbrăţişezi şi-ţi trimit sărutări timide.
Viciul tău sunt eu? Sau oare?
Viciul tău îi lumesc, ca orişicare...
Ana: Slam PoemAnaAna: Slam Poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today, I ate a half an apple.
Today, I stared at myself in the mirror, saw the jutting of my hips, the mountains of my shoulder blades, and the hills and valleys my ribs made.
With my own eyes
And I hated.
I felt a hate that no person should feel,
Yet I did
My name is Ana, and I weigh ninety pounds.
My BMI is 14.3, and my hair is like thin straw.
They are bright blue, and they are framed by a chubby face with cheekbones that other girls would die to have.
Which erupt from my skin like…
And my mind,
I forget things and I forget to say things and I forget to remember things
Which are important.
But I want to be pretty.
Those fatsos, up to a hundred pounds, so flabby
So fat, and I remember
Being one of them,
Seeing how my very flesh
Hid the bones from sight
And I wanted to be pretty, but I couldn't because I was fat.
I'm still fat.
My stomach is flat,
My feet touch, yet my thighs don't,
My bones stick out like open
Rat RaceYou all lookRat Race3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get
to the top
of the same ladder
of bare mountaintops
You Will Never Understand MeYou Will Never Understand Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all that falls.
Never will I
More to shed.
Where you can see.
You will never understand;
You say you do,
but how can you?
and try some more.
You can keep trying,
until your last breath,
but it will never work.
You ask what can you do?
to be there.
Because you will never understand.
I want to be at home.
Where I can curl up in my corner,
and pretend to be seen
even less than I already am.
But no, I am stuck here.
In this stupid room,
And I can't handle it.
So you know what I do?
I go to the corner,
and pretend you're not there.
The tears flow,
and you just sit there and watch.
And you finally get it.
You will never understand.
But the pain is real,
and it is right there;
inside that child right in front of you.
It's tearing that child apart,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
You silently get up,
and just leave.
The tears eventually stop,
and I put my head up against the wall.
BLISSBLISS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To look into his eyes—
Those that scheme your own demise—
Is to relinquish every selfish desire
To go so far
As to blindly light your own funeral pyre
And only relish
In that lavish gift of insanity
To crave his glances,
His graces, his subtle advances
Is to delve into unforgiving vanity
To sigh into his embrace—
Your mind gone away without a trace—
Is to be consumed wholly and completely
To give in and
Suffocate in silence—alone—discretely
And with bated breath
Love the very essence of what is him
To carve out your own heart
Bury it with him—to never be apart
Is to sicken yourself with sweetest sin
To cherish one last kiss—
Is to die—in loathsome bliss
Orasul nefumatorilorTrăiesc în oraşul nefumătorilor.Orasul nefumatorilor5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Mă plimbam azi pe străzi tremurând de frig. Am oprit mai mulţi oameni ca să îi întreb acelaşi lucru:
- Nu vă supăraţi, aveţi un foc?
Răspunsurile au fost, în mare, la fel.
- Nu fumez.
- Dar vai, domnişoară, de la vârsta asta fumaţi?
- Nu fumez, n-ar trebui să fumaţi nici dumneavoastră.
- Aşa tânără şi fumaţi?
- Îmi pare rău, nu fumez.
Oameni buni, ce e în neregulă cu voi? Doar pentru ce am cerut un foc, asta înseamnă că fumez? Eu umblu mereu cu o brichetă, cu un chibrit, cu o candelă sau o lumânare după mine, în caz că mi se face frig. Dar astăzi mi-am uitat geanta acasă. Voi nu aveţi nimic la voi cu care să vă încălziţi sufletul din când în c
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Dorinta - DesireDorinta - Desire8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singura printre straini, posesoare a unei vieti inutile si absente,
Mi-as fi dorit sa fi fost eu omul vitruvian prea bine cunoscut de toti
Sa radeti la mine fascinati si prosti, cu fata goala si mintile inerte
Iar eu sa strig pe jumatate rastignita ca nu va merge totul ca pe roti.
Alone among the strangers, possessor of an useless and absent life,
I would have liked to have been I the Vitruvian man, well known by all
For you to laugh at me, all fascinated and stupid, with empty faces and inert minds
And I, halfway crucified, to shout that not everything will go as planned.