The Drink"No one likes drinking or dying alone."The Drink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He tells me, gesturing me over to sit beside him,
his eyes are bloodshot, looking like strange marbles,
"Screw my liver, Screw my blood pressure,
Screw my heart,"
He lights a cigarette,inhales, exhales,
"and screw my lungs too."
is the smoke that pushes and swirls from his
"Was it a woman?
Her lips and hair and eyes,
you're trying to drown in rum and gin?
To be honest,
I've loved and lost a thousand times,
but I think I'm better for it."
He decays as he sits, festering inside.
I decay beside him,
One more drink, one more drink,
to make us believe again.
One more drink to make us sing again.
I feel him expire,
I hear him go.
His gin-soaked heart giving out,
in the bar,
in the city,
Ten minutes before last call.
Corpse FlowersOn the corpses of those who foughtCorpse Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are flowers seeding over the rot
Blooming in victorious fashion
On the blighted ground
Reigniting passion where none should be.
Greasing rusted gears with blood,
So that the clock's hands still spin,
Taking the eyes away from where they should have been
The affair is stamped V for victory,
Then filed away
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
InfatuationI'm a slave to my own infatuationInfatuation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Choking from exhaustion
Drowning in the thoughts of you
Living in every moment I spend with you
Falling down grape vines
Wasting all my time
On a love I know will never be true
OkayI love how natural it feels.Okay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and me.
Your hand in mine
Has quickly become
One of my favorite feelings,
Along with your
Lips on mine.
I love that I can
Relax into your arms,
And feel safe from
Any and all danger.
I love those little times
You surprise me
With your well-spun words
Or your thoughtful gestures.
I love our conversations,
We talk like we matter.
You make me feel
Like if I want to,
I can change the world.
I'm slowly learning,
You'll give me confidence,
Make me feel good about myself,
Like I'm worth something.
Until then, you continue
To give me butterflies,
To make me blush,
Make me grin.
And when I'm with you,
As cliché as it is,
I can't help but feel
Like everything is
please remember meI have no time to fall in loveplease remember me5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
soon I'll watch from high above
Ill leave behind all of my art
in hopes that one will touch your heart
whether I dwell in heaven or hell
my whole heart still wishes you well
I hope you always choose to stand
but stoop to help the smaller man
I know someday you'll fall in love
Ill cheer you on from high above
i'm leaving behind all my art
hoping that one will touch your heart.
A Cage of ThornsYou deserve so much moreA Cage of Thorns4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than what I can give.
I'm dangerous to love
I can't give you my heart.
If you saw it
Along with my heart
You'd have to take the Thorns.
Whats been leftover from
Roses that died long ago.
My Thorns are hidden
you can't see them
you can't avoid t
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
8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #4#4 Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts towards you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #41 year ago in Romance More Like This
Slowly, cautiously he shifted closer to you. The mattress sunk under his dead-weight, the wooden bed-frame squeaking aloud in protest to his movements. Lutz held still, afraid of waking you. It wasn’t the first time you’d slept together, sleeping without any hanky-panky mind you, but he still couldn’t get comfortable. It was your presence that kept him awake, your scent that made him cling to wakefulness, your even breathing that made his arms quiver with the effort it took to not crush you against his chest.
In the dim light of the moon, curtains intermittent in their swishing in the midnight breeze, he could make out your face. Two half-moons for eyes, closed against the dark light, curved with l
Part two: Progress (Europe Reader)The rest of the meeting progressed smoothly, well more smoothly than it usually would have. It seemed the countries wanted to make a good first impression on you and that suited you just fine. They were still a rowdy bunch, England and France starting fights on numerous occasions but after a glare from Germany they settled down.Part two: Progress (Europe Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Finally, the meeting was coming to a close and you stretched, tired from it already. “So, where are you going to stay?” Italy asked happily. The countries’ ears pricked up at this.
“You can like totally stay with me Europe!”
“Nein, it would be better if she stayed with me and basked in my awesomen-“
“Please, your ego would crush her, chica you should stay with me!”
“Quiet you tomato-eating bastard, you’d just pounce on her!”
“Romanooo, that wasn’t nice!!”
You winced as the noise escalated and rubbed your temples, feeling an upcoming head-ache. “I’m going to sta
StandStand up ye men and women of courage!Stand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand up for what you know to be right.
Do not back down because it is an unpopular opinion.
If all we ever did was change to please the world, faith wouldn't exist due to the fact it's, apparently, in poor taste.
When they start beating your door down because you dare to say: "I am a child of God"
Let them in!
Give them food and drink, if they'll let you but never renounce what you believe because others tell you that it is false.
Man is flawed
Science is flawed
God is not
Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence continue to work out for salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to His good purpose.
What Being A Christian MeansDoes being a Christian mean that I'm proud of every action I make? Of every thought I have? of everything that happens in my life? No. Being a Christian means that I realize that I am imperfect and will NEVER be perfect. Being a Christian is realizing that I need a savior, that I need someone to help me, someone greater than this world. I will discuss what happened to me today, not because I want support through this hard time, I'm getting that from my family, but I will share it because I know there are others out there who have gone through something similar and need to hear this and realize they're not alone.What Being A Christian Means2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever since I was a little girl, I told myself that I would stay pure until I was married. Well…when I was 5, my first time was taken by force, I didn't understand what sex was when I was I was that young. From then on I decided that I would wait until I was married to have sex. Yesterday…that goal was not met. I ended up having sex with a guy that I thought
You're Warriors obsessed when-HOW TO TELL IF YOU'RE WARRIORS OBSESSED:You're Warriors obsessed when-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-You start calling your cats names of the characters in Warriors (ehhh...not that I do that or anything ._.)
-All you ever draw are Warriors related pictures
-You randomly start blabbering about an awesome part in one of the books to your friends who possibly have no clue what the heck your talking about
-You suddenly want to dress up as a cat for Halloween @__@
-You get afraid that your cat will run away and go join a clan of wild cats
-You start making fan-animations and posting them on youtube
-Every single one of your book reports in school are on a Warriors book
-You stop watching TV and playing video games because you want to go and READ
-You suddenly wonder if cats really have nine lives...
-Almost all of your OC's are Warriors
-You call your friend mouse-brained when they do something stupid X(
-You spend hours trying to find a song with lyrics that fit your Warriors OC perfectly X__X
-When your friend's cat dies, you tell them "i
Yours is the PowerRoaring lions shall not haunt meYours is the Power5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- yours is the power!
Yours is the power! -
though the night be black around me,
you will give me strength again.
Lord, your light wins every battle,
and even where my eyes are blind
still you hold me from surrender,
give me faith and strength and hope.
Yours is the power, oh my redeemer,
and you will save me, keep my heart.
Nothing tears me from your hand
and nothing takes your love from me.
Through my trials, I'm not alone -
brothers and sisters cry with me.
Help me, Jesus, to remember,
pray for them, and comfort share.
Lord, you called me and won't forget it,
your promises you always keep.
Roaring lions may come and hurt me -
but you are here, to pull me through.
Yours is the power!
Yours is the power!
Evermore your grace endures.
Darkness comes, and darkness goes -
but yours is the power,
yours is the power
in all eternity,
Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader)Singing loudly, you and Im Yong Soo danced to the best of your possibility in the cramped compartment of his car. You were waiting for his brothers to get their arses moving.Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were going to a fireworks display, which Leon was of course absolutely infatuated with. And hey, when your crush and his rather cute brothers asked you to come with them, you couldn't say no.
Your crush was of course the energetic guy who was grooving out next to you. "Oppan Gangnam styleee!" He chanted, doing the dance-moves that accompanied it. Personally, you simply could not keep a straight face when he moved like that, heck any dance move he showed off you found hilarious, especially as his face was always serious when he did them.
Several more minutes went by and the others still hadn't turned up. "Where are they....." He muttered, his face slightly worried now. "Check your phone, maybe they sent you a text or something." You suggested, looking over his shoulder to read with him.
And sure enough, there w
Rise of the Guardians Review(fair warning... this ended up accidentally being 11 pages long... I kid you not. Apparently I do nothing in half measures. Apparently I do all or none lol! I really do have better things to do, I just waste my time tearing apart and analyzing the moral threads of stories I love and hate)Rise of the Guardians Review3 years ago in Settings More Like This
***SPOILERS AHOY*** don't say I didn't warn ya
shout out to :iconFjordMustang: for going into deep intellectual discussions with me on the moral stamina and beauty of Wreck It Ralph and Rise of the Guardians. I really enjoy it and still have yet to reply to your last comment on our Ralph discussion!
So yeah... I've been anticipating this movie for a while. For me and for me to be anticipating (HIGHLY anticipating) an animated movie since Febuary (for me) is a while! I never 'track' animated movies. I hopped onto the HTTYD bandwagon after the DVD released in November 2010.
There's always an element of: 'this movie looks good... BUT! it's a trailer.
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
Sex is...Sex is sacred,Sex is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sex is dirty.
Sex is bodies driving against each other for pleasure,
For reproduction, for love, for need.
For desire and lust, and want and passion.
Sex is something that every human wants to do,
Needs to do,
Sex is the driving force behind our minds,
Pushing us forward and preserving us in time.
Fucking and loving, caressing and holding.
Tongues moving together and folding
Bodies against bodies, and sex against sex.
Sex is the want, sex is the need.
To push together and forward, spilling the seed.
Sex is beautiful, sex is rough.
Sex is grinding and moaning
Sex is gentle and moving.
Sex makes us cry, sex makes us laugh.
Sex is a secret, hidden away,
Sex is a pleasure, brought out to play
For new life or for fun, sex will be had
And if you don't like it, well that's too bad.
Godly Relationships 29: Mutual RespectDo you respect yourself enough to demand that your peers respect you too? Please answer that question with a resounding YES!Godly Relationships 29: Mutual Respect2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Why? Because if you don't respect yourself, other people may find it easy to take advantage of you.
Think about it like this: the more you respect yourself, the more likely you are to make smart decisions, and the smarter decisions you make, the more you'll respect yourself-it's a cycle of good decisions making that reinforces a well-deserved, positive self-image.
But what if you find that your self-image could use a tune up? Well try these five simple steps:
1) Don't do things that you know to be immoral, imprudent, or impulsive.
2) Make the conscious effort to invest yourself in activities that improve your own life and the lives of others.
3) If you're beset by negative self-talk, put an immediate stop to the mindless ramblings of your inner critic.
4) Associate yourself with people who encourage you to think and behave in ways that are pleasing to God.
Waterfall (FranceXNative!Reader)“Frère! Where are you going?!” Francis smiled, turning back to his younger brother. “I’m just going to explore a bit,” he answered, ruffling the wavy blonde hair which was so much like his own. The boy looked up at him, an anxious expression on his face. “Don’t worry,” the Frenchman murmured as he knew just how anxious his brother could get. “Nothing will happen to me and besides,” he slapped the butt of his musket, “I’ve got this with me. Relax and who knows, maybe I’ll bring you back a gift or something.” Matthew’s eyes lit up, yet he still cautioned him. “Still, be careful. We don’t want to have to send you back to France on our first day here.”Waterfall (FranceXNative!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The elder nodded with a smile and with a last pat of the younger’s shoulder, he left. Watching fretfully until his brother disappeared into the dense forest, Matthew muttered “Sois prudent.” to himself b
SINThe ashes used to hold me tight,SIN3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The darkness used to choke my life,
The emptiness was suffocating,
Puppet strings above my head,
Shadows hold me by a thread,
Whisper things into my ear,
Make me feel and make me fear,
Ripping me apart by fibers,
One by one and so inspired,
Make me watch it from a distance,
Breathe it in it's my existance,
Every drop of blood that's spilled,
Every scream in which they thrilled,
Somehow I enjoyed it too,
A dark desire for self-abuse,
Sometimes I ask if I'm insane,
What is it that's got to my brain,
I hurt myself for moment's pleasure,
How can waste be called a treasure,
God I'm insane and so deranged,
Lord, I need You; break my chains,
Forged from the work of my own hands,
I cling to them yet cannot stand,
Not anymore, no I refuse,
To entertain my self-abuse,
No, I let go of every aspect,
Take my life, though broken and wrecked,
I don't want anymore control,
I've done enough torture to my soul,
So I release the chains I clung
Jayfeather's DarknessI see your dreams,Jayfeather's Darkness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel your feelings.
I have no mother,
No one to call my own.
I am misjudged,
Forced to do something I hate.
I am blind.
Sing me a song,
I will not hear.
I know what happened even before the dawn of creation,
And have lived two lives.
I am blind.
I am special,
Cats before my time come to me and speak,
My brother will never die,
Even if you shoot him,
In the heart.
All hell breaks loose,
And I can do nothing,
But see who joins.
I am blind.
Sing me a song,
I will not hear.
I am in darkness,
No need to fear.
My sister's a murderer,
My mother's a liar.
Save me the pain.
Take me down.
I am blind.
You are blind,
To the things I see.
You are blind,
For it cannot be,
That I am the one in darkness.
I find myself in a snowy forest,
With my siblings,
Not knowing who is beside me.
Not knowing my place.
I am blind.
My father's a three-timer,
My mother's a traitor.
My aunt's a player,
My ex-father is depressed.
My family's a
The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia)Prussia grinned, his tired arms outstretched as the crowd cheered for him. He did a little victory lap around the arena and stopped in front on the king’s stands. It wasn’t his own king, on the contrary Fritz and this king were not far from enemies.The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But the king had offered a truce, in order to marry away you, his daughter. You sat there, watching in anguish as the candidates for your husband hacked away at each other, leaving the field bloodied and beaten.
And now this guy was the winner. He crowed in delight, blood flowing from several of his wounds. It matched his crimson eyes as he gazed up at the stands. Wait?! Was it him?!
You covered your mouth with your hand as you remembered. When your countries had been friendlier with each other, you’d often played together. It was weird though, because he’d told you he was the personification of Prussia, a large power in the east.
When your leaders had fallen out with each other, you weren’t allowed to see each
Icy TownThere's a place inside my mind called "icy town"Icy Town2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a beautiful place but sometimes it is a nightmare
There lives my friends "they"
It's like a paradise and hell just for me
And the truth hurts, it hurts
This world may have its wonders
But it has a dark secret that only I know
That world just does wonders to after turn into nightmares
But I always wonder why they do
To confuse me, scare me or to drive me crazy
Do not know
Just know that this world is my prison mental