Monsoon [three] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMonsoon [three] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His lips were fire against Jack’s icy nape—a groan escaped the boy’s freed lips, giving Pitch enough fire to continue back up to the Winter’s jaw. His hands felt like molten lava against Jack’s bare stomach, leaving red, hot trails of desire whatever and wherever they felt like conquering.
Jack groaned softly as Pitch’s tongue slid back against his own—Jack didn’t fight; he didn’t feel the need to. Pitch grinned against Jack’s lips, his hands clutching at the fabric of Jack’s tattered sweatshirt as he once more claimed the Winter’s lips with bruising force. Pitch’s grey skinned arms reached around Jack’s waist and clutched him to his chest tightly.
Jack wrapped his arms around Pitch’s neck, panting softly as he planted one, two, three softer kisses on the older man’s lips before pulling away ever so slowly. Pitch almost felt rejected before realizing th
AngerVicious anger,Anger9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?A Life Of Shame?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
Sweden's ListSweden's ListSweden's List3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
1) Make her laugh~! Girls like, totally dig funny guys and stuff~! - Poland
2) Let her hug you. Hug her back. Touch is important for relationships. -France
3) Impress her! Girls love awesome guys! -Prussia
4) Show her a scary movie! She'll cling onto you during the whole thing! - America
5) Make her lots of delicious food and complement her! Don't forget to pay for the food! Girls love being complemented and loved~! -Italy
6) Let her give you a nickname! Nicknames are a sign of friendship and closeness, wanker~! -Britain
7) Stand up for her! Woman want someone who they know who will protect them! -Switzerland
8) Give her flowers. Girls love pretty flowers~! -Russia
9) Buy her cute things! Girls love cute things, aru! -China
10) Act intelligant around her. Woman like men who know what they're talking about. -Estonia
11) Take her out dancing~! Girls love dancing, relaxing, and having fun with the ones they love~! -
If I were a dragonIf only I could do what a dragon can do,If I were a dragon10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rather than grow out with excess food,
I would grow longer, and taller, and greater,
As I ate, and feasted on meats and treats.
My fire would prevent any tooth decay,
And fat would be stopped by my love to play
In the clouds so high, on the winds so far...
My hunger as a dragon far exceeds
My needs as a human, can't you see.
I mourn for the loss of claws and wings,
I cry for the lack of tail and scale,
My breath is cold and my heart is warm,
Unable to enjoy the fun of harm...
Would I kill and eat man
Were I dragon again?
Would I wreak great havoc
Among cities and towns?
Choosing who lives and choosing who dies,
With the read of a mind in the blink of an eye...
Would a dragon do that,
If it were I?
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.What I Can Learn From You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to refuse,
they taunted you, "Afraid you'll lose?"
Angry, yet sly, you gave your permission,
on one firm, final, bloody condition.
One of the Gods, to prove it's in fun,
must place in your jaws, from wrist to thumb,
their own precious hand to prove it a jest,
before you'll fulfil this final test.
Without hesitation, Tyr volunteered,
the God of War seemed not a'feare
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Chapter Nine: One of the GuysChapter Nine: One of the Guys3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Class was the next day. I mostly came to this college because of the soccer program they had, I think that is why the other guys came here too. When I asked Heracles, he said he came for the history classes. "The history classes here are so... cool," he told me.
His voice was such a soothing tone; I always found you could calm down when talking to him, no matter your mood.
Mei was more into the 'wife courses,' as Gilbert liked to put it. She was a pretty good cook, and she could make a dress easily if she wanted to. I found out later we were completely different from each other, like she hated soccer! I got along with her, but we didn't really share any of the same interests. She would also ask me weird questions.
"Hey, when was your first kiss?" She said while I was studying one day.
"My first kiss?"
"Yeah! Tell me everything!"
"Sorry, but I've never had a first kiss..."
"Have you ever gone out with a guy? Like on a date?"
I thought back to when Roderich was in sch
Black Feathers || Angel!Prussia x Depressed!ReaderBlack Feathers || Angel!Prussia x Depressed!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was late. You sat out on the balcony of your families lake house and watched the moon reflect off the near glass surface of the water. The night breeze was cool on your face, banishing away the humidity for a mere moment. Not that you minded the humidity. It was something you grew up with so you barely noticed it anymore. You noticed below you that lightning bugs were flitting through the rose bushes, lighting up their red-blue leaves with their green glow. It was a pretty sight but you didn't really feel in the mood for pretty. No, tonight you just wanted to jump of the second story balcony that you were sitting on. Life had thrown so much crap at you over the last week you just felt that it wanted you to die.
First, your mother died in a car accident and your little brother was seriously injured. He probably wouldn't walk ever again, which devastated him because he loved to play soccer. Then your father lost his job. You found out that
My mother is my HeroMy hero is someone very dear and important to me. That person has taken care of me ever since I was a baby. That person is my mother. She taught me how to be my own person, read, write, talk, everything. She's my hero because she's always been there for me.My mother is my Hero3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think of my mother as my hero because she told me that I needed to be true to myself. That it didn't matter what others thought of me. She taught me to believe in myself, to follow my heart. When I was younger I was bullied by my classmates. I remembered one day coming home from the bus crying. Someone was teasing me and pulling at my hair because I was a "loser". I remembered her pulling me into a hug and saying to me, "You shouldn't care what they think. Don't make them rule your life." I've kept those words in my heart ever since. The bullying after that stop when they noticed that I wasn't paying attention to them. Because of her advice, my bullying stopped.
Another reason why she's my hero is because she's always t
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Who?Toushirou Hitsuguya, or Captain of Squad 10, was currently on a mission. A long, boring and no-point mission. He was to watch the Human World for a few days for some 'suspicious' spiritual activity.Who?4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Nothing, and it was his third day of being there. He didn't even want to know why they had sent him, why not a ranking officer? Surely it wasn't so powerful that they thought a Captain needed to attend to it. Not that he would ever say anything like that.
With a sigh, the white haired Captain turned his attention back to the area around him.
"You're a little ditsy, ain'tcha kiddo?" He stared. Before him was what at first seemed to be an explosion of color- Bright colors, like pinks and yellows. As his eyes came back from the optical hell they had been blasted into, he frowned.
"I'm not a kid!" He replied crossly, glaring. The figure in front of him laughed, a high tinkling noise. Toushirou felt oddly like there were butterflies eat
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
SacrificeSacrifice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
You took your love awayYou push me, use me, reject me; watch me fall.You took your love away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This hollow pain in my heart won't die.
I hide the agony I feel deep within my soul.
I am heartbroken, my soul is broken and bruised.
Everyday passes in a blur, my heart sinks, and I die a little more.
Scars cover my wrists, mind and soul
I've bled for you, shed tears for you but you still don't want me.
You used me, you made me cry, broke my heart, and now I want to die.
My heart can no longer endure any more sorrow, or pain.
I am overwhelmed by guilt and shame for my past mistakes.
All that is left of me, is an empty, broken shell.
Incapable to love, to live; dead inside.
I am numb, my heart is broken by all that I have endured through the years.
Please come and save my soul, heal my heart and make me whole.
I am nothing without you.
You complete me, my love; my soul is yours forever.