82. +I feel like a double82. +10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hashed one on top of the
It’s confusing to look at,
I feel confused.
Two of the same face at
too many limbs
to count –
this picture of me
isn’t fit for human
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
Hetalia MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Meme6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) N. italy
I love a whole lot more, but i just chose the ones that popped up in my mind first :'D
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
XDDDDDDD not at all
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
FFFFFFFF, of course! It's FRANCE for god sake! :'DDDD
even tho hes a pedo.......XDD only my long lost twin will get this :3
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Germany got N. Itay pregnant?
LOL, SCORE! i honestly didnt plan that XDDDD
that would be so adorable!!! their baby would pawn all other babies and take over the world <3
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
pfft, about prussia? of course!
(well, it was actually a prussia/hungary fic, but it counts, right? ;w
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
HOLYCOW IM ON A ROLL TONIGHT
Your Name's My Best ObscenityThe sweetest curses are sugar on lipsYour Name's My Best Obscenity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I died this evening, you'd find your name
aflame- the words I last shouted in vain
lingering on my tongue like a toxic kiss-
revenge is addicting, venomous pain,
even spent on cries I know are mundane
No fixing up this unholiest tryst,
forged by two fools who believed in their lies;
or maybe it was I, eager for light
even in spite of the flaws I had seen
Can light be fake? Were your twinkling eyes
a mere disguise to make me ignite?
Aflame, in vain, impure light fuels my screams
.reflection.καμια φορα.reflection.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pisces Was A NeedlefishWith bloodshot eyes,Pisces Was A Needlefish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I await your stabbing kiss-
breath of hemlock,
cancer on your lips.
Give me gentle release
with each burning drip;
dizzying and damning,
the earth and sky will flip.
We'll fly into the ocean
and cast our lures amongst the stars;
though we catch only dark matter
and our rib cages collapse at such heights.
Red ribbons paint the water,
floating out our open mouths-
to inhale would be to choke;
exhaling was always more satisfying.
Ridding myself of the weight that nested
with claws in my throat and black feathers beneath my breast,
I will forget the way our mouths crashed
and how we weren't anything but a collision
of rusted dreams that sparked,
attempting to mimic constellations
but were never more than
asteroids and cosmic dust
strewn across a black canvas
made of envy and glittering lust...
Oh! And we were radiant-
though fleeting and unjust;
sweet addictions, always betraying
their initial lovers, a must.
After all, there is no want,
no need, without such desperati
Vampiric SymphonySweet the breath which whispers deathVampiric Symphony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across her alabaster neck.
These lips grown cold at cost of preternatural life,
where now...burn hot in moistly parted prayer against that skin so tender.
Shadow Rider in black...I am death's harbinger.
And yet she welcomes this pale herald with naked, poignant eyes and gently falling breath.
Pulse by heated pulse she lures me into her full being.
The warmth of her promise consumed beneath a touch as numb as the grave.
Her quintessence binds me in the volatile darkness of unholy union;
with naught a sliver smile of hate to betray the mask of this ungentle conception.
She is helpless. The willing fool of a rouge demon.
A necessary sacrifice upon the altar of my wanton existence.
Temptress by nature and still I wear the guilt of a reluctant innocent.
Salvation...as intangible as an ephemeral thought in moonlight madness.
The perpetual prowl of a homeless soul finds bu
The Greatest Gift EverThe Greatest Gift Ever3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arnold felt so happy. Tonight was the evening of October 7th, the day of his 18th birthday. He was now a legal adult, and less than a year from now, he would be going away to college. Although he and many of his friends were already in the process of looking at and applying to different schools, Arnold already knew that he wanted to attend school here in the States, especially if he could be going to the same school with his girlfriend Helga Pataki.
Right now, he was in his room getting ready for bed and putting away all of the birthday presents he received from his friends at his birthday party earlier that evening. All of his friends had been there, as well as his family in the boarding house, most especially his beloved parents. After having found them eight years earlier in the jungles of San Lorenzo, Arnold had been happy to be with them again and have them be there for him through the ups and downs of his adolescence, and now he was especially happy they were here to see him turn
Writers' BlockRoses are red,Writers' Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue.
I have writers' block.
Reverse Polarity and a Little Bit of FateHe believed in angelsReverse Polarity and a Little Bit of Fate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She believed in lies
she was hummingbird-reminiscent
gifted with flight, she strayed from sight
and her secrets were hidden between her rapid wings
He counted his lucky stars
She cursed barren skies
her laugh resonated, hollow
it echoed off the walls she built
to keep intruders out
He fell for her, hopelessly
He dreamed only to make her smile
she pretended he didn't exist
still, he was drawn to her (like a moth,
to bad ideas)
She told him she was too far lost
(Though she was only in denial)
his eyes glinted, golden
bright enough to melt the frozen rock
she had called her heart
Despite her tries, she loved him, too
She decided to do something new:
she was cynical and jaded
he dreamed to touch
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?8 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
Emotion The noise is unbearable. It runs through your body and cracks your soul; the sound of fear. It's high pitched, like a scream from a horror movie. Primal. We've evolved in such a way that such a sound sends terror pulsing through us. It's a chain reaction.Emotion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your muscles clench; that's the sound of your wife dying. All the worst thoughts pulse through your head; your mind serves only to exacerbate your horror. Eventually, you can't hear the screaming anymore, not over the sound of your heartbeat. The perfect engine in your chest pumps faster and faster; this is your death as well as hers.
Paralysis comes next. That's when you notice the blood. Again your mind races. Surely, it isn't natural to lose that much blood. The paralysis worsens. Before you were tense, now it feels as though your knees are going to give way. That's when you realise i
the anguish of the sky.( look up and get lost )the anguish of the sky.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the sky is a thief with a pocket full of jewels
that gleam through the holes of his trousers-
and each night he fiddles with his stolen treasure
crudely fashioning constellation crowns for his beloved.
but often times, she disappears
and the sky cries in comets and meteors-
as the thunder rolls around the earth
like the unsaid prayers on his tongue
and you can see it in his planet eyes,
he is nothing when her light is gone
and he stumbles blindly across the galaxies
with black hole corneas and wet eyelashes.
adieu my love!
he cries as dawn kisses the horizon-
but the moon never replies,
too caught up in her own lust
( chasing the sun )
Artificial Mind (Short Story)Artificial Mind (Short Story)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the moment it had been activated, it watched the environment around it. It shifted through its database of information to identify the many things it saw. It watched the humans interact with each other—two humans grabbing and holding each other close, another shoving one to the ground, a small human chasing after a bigger one to clutch the edge of a piece of clothing.
It watched humans walk up to it and ask for directions to a location, and it spouted out the information like it had been programmed to say. It stood in one place and didn’t move. Its programming prompted it to stand, and wait, and watch.
It watched the little human that approached it next. With big eyes, limbs too short for the human’s body, and wild hair around her head, the human stood closer than others had before. She reached up to tug on its limp arm. “Who are you?”
Nebula.my partner in crime draws lines on her forearms with her billboard eyesNebula.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we stick golden in your head like fireflies and unripe bananas and we're lovely when we're not
pining for those days when we can be stunning
this stain lasts on the fabric like you were last night
white like never and nothing and
not innocence because that's dark like the backs of my eyelids when I'm trying not to box up your
simple silence and play it like a fuzzy radio signal to put me to sleep.
if I stare at lunar valleys and remember that wishes only occur in silver and moonrays
I learn anew that if we could just lose gravity like astronauts
the scale wouldn't coach me to rip out my sweet tooth
with nothing but stamina in my mind
(while holes eat themselves through my middle.)
I called myself the superhero but then discovered I'm too small for my cape and it caught on the edge
and I hit the sidewalk like a train wreck.
I stick blue on your mouth like suffocation and loquaciousness and those shattered
Raise Your Glass+Loser Like MeRaise Your Glass+Loser Like Me5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You may think that I'm a zero,
Turn off the lights,
But hey, everyone you wanna be,
Probably started off like me,
What's the dealio? (Ah fuck, I don't care)
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away,
So don't fancy,
Just get dancey,
Why so serious?
Just go ahead and hate on me run your mouth,
So everyone can hear,
We will never be, never be, anything but loud,
Baby I don't care,
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out,
You wanna be, you wanna be,
A loser like me,
A loser like me.
Push me up against the locker,
(Slam, slam, slam, slam.)
I'll get you back when I'm your boss,
(Oh hot damn.)
Cause hey I could be a superstar,
I'll see you when you wash my car,
It's so on right now.
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
that's okayLace Madonna says it’s okay for her baby to die.that's okay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She says, “Wrap him in my weeping veil and bite at him with
And heaven forbid a loose-lipped unzipped whirlwind
breathes him back to life.”
But he was born that I could rip transcendence to shreds
and hang on his arm playing the goddess I always knew I was.
I dream in flappers and rags, the flush of imperfection
and my mother's words above my womb of covers
the immaculate conception of "rise and be."
If I love him, are we eternal?
Earth sways as we call for him from heaven and hell.
His mother bares her teeth at me, guarding her Christ,
her baby, her four oh merit scholar scientist martyr savior of her race
“I raised a sacrifice for my bad teeth and irritability,
and I loved him
But, Holy Mother, I soothe him with my tongue.
I’ll be his Mary, don’t you worry.
They only call me Magdalene for my demons.
I hope it’s not a crime that I burned myself out of history
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
Without Wingsshe spoke in lullabiesWithout Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathed out wishes-
she hoped and prayed for fairytales so often
you could trace the dreams in her veins
she strived for worlds that didn't exist
and she lost her heart without being aware
she ever gave it
she needed to run away-
because she lived in a house of mirrors
and she was scared of the sight
of her own face
she had to teach herself to walk
but she couldn't run
and she was stuck, grounded
watching time pass her by
sometimes you forget how to count
she withered away
her veins, barren of dreams
her eyes glossed over till she was nearly blind
to be afraid
because monsters weren't to be feared
and happily ever after
wasn't to be expected
when he found her, she was fallen
"I was built with hollow bones
but I'm still not strong enough to pick myself
her ribcage had caved in to that
empty hole that used to hold her heart
he lifted her up
with silky eyes and
starry whispers and said
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they wrapped me through with police tape
before i was born;
yellow silk fetters entwined among
the arches of my ribs
and along the hollow bumps of my spine
like a warning
binding back what leviathan lay
in the dusk
i've searchedandsearched and never found it,
but they promise me,
(oh promise me it's there).
i've tried to call down the sun from up high
because i didn't like the way it made everything
i prefer the darkness.
(they've told me that's
where i belong,
hidden away for what
better purpose i have yet to
i'm drowning in shadows vague and empty,
and all the wrong words
i never gathered the courage to
because with each whisper
another remnant of what sky i used to know
comes crumbling down,
and i always bloody my hands
when i pick up the shards.
i tried to tell them
that everything falls to pieces.
they shook their heads
with jaded smiles
and told me not to worry.
but they are reflective, i say