Walls Come Tumblingyou've a soul of gold,Walls Come Tumbling2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world
you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar
you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give
we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share
does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
we're tainted. broken. here,
backbones hold priority
over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
and eyes that really see.
those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born,
Writers' BlockRoses are red,Writers' Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue.
I have writers' block.
LostLost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had said something
Would they have stopped?
If I had called your name
Would you still be alive?
If I was stronger
Would you have leaned on me?
If I had answered differently
Would I have ever been correct?
If I had said hello
Would you have greeted back
If I had been less shy,
And said something when I had the
Would you have smiled?
Could I have eased your pain?
Or did I drive you off the edge?
For even just one moment
Did I brighten your day?
Did you ever believe that I cared?
Could you tell
Even over the distance my frightened
Could you hear my shouts before you
Did you see my tears?
If I had come a little sooner
If I had told you how I felt
If I had made them shut their mouths
If I had held you close
Would you have felt so empty?
If I had stood alone
On an edge to high to see
Would you have called my name?
Would you have come for me?
If I followed you
If I fell from the sky
Would this pain go away?
Would I see your face again?
Would you be
Into the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch1INTO THE DARK: A Marshall Lee and Fionna StoryInto the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER ONE: BALANCE
Somewhere in the Land of Aaa, there exists a Dark Forest. Should you ever find yourself lost in those deep woods, there is a good chance you'd never find your way out. Now, it was never easy getting to that area in the first place, and the Keep Out and Danger signs should be enough to steer away any sane person. Even before that, you'd have to pass the Candy Kingdom (which would be a much nicer place to stay, don't you think?), the Grasslands (where you'd find a very radical treehouse, thankyouverymuch), and the Hole in the Center of the World (which wasn't REALLY bottomless, according to rumor). If none of those locations caught your attention, you'd find yourself in the eeriest forest outside of the Nightosphere.
Currently, there was a young human girl lost in the Dark Forest, shoving her way through the thick branches, crushing dead leaves beneath her black shoes, and grumbling because she was covered, head to toe,
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome2 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.
Your Name's My Best ObscenityThe sweetest curses are sugar on lipsYour Name's My Best Obscenity2 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
Russian RouletteOh, darling...Russian Roulette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like
scaredi hope you're chasing all your dreams,scared2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but if you are, then you're asleep,
so i hope i get the chance to wake you up.
i'm not scared to fall in love,
i'm just scared of lying
and dying next to someone i don't even
and that's why i made kirrah sleep on the floor.
i'm scared of seeing lots of blood and
scared of being crazy,
i'm scared i'll ask you please to call me,
and all you'll say is 'maybe.'
scared of televisions because they're the
mostly i'm just scared of you.
I'm yours.Boy: I think I'm falling in love with you, baby girl.I'm yours.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Girl: I've been waiting for you to say that for years.
Boy: and why is that?
Girl: Because I've always been yours.
All She WantediAll She Wanted2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The nurse walked across the hall with caution. She saw the man pacing around in frustration and smiled at his worry.
"Congratulations sir." She said, catching him off guard. "You are now a father of a beautiful girl."
She handed him the tiny little frame wrapped in a white thick blanket. Words could not express the joy the man felt in just holding his daughter in his arms. Just then, she opened her eyes; showing a pair of huge hazel eyes.
The little four year old girl raced across the airport. She was excited because she'd never been out of the country before but more importantly she was going to meet her daddy for the first time. She never saw him before because when she was just a little baby his work had made him leave her. She searched the crowd when her mother finally pointed out to a man in a black suit standing quietly, smiling. She ran towards him.
The nine year old girl walked into the bookstore with a guard beside her. Fitted in a custom made white dress and a purse
Hetalia MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Meme5 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
Live by the CreedLive by the CreedLive by the Creed4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To become an assassin you must be,
A loyal follower of these rules three.
Never harm the innocent,
No good could ever come of it,
Always be silent and discreet,
To make escapes swift and neat,
And finally never compromise the Brotherhood,
Or the fate of us all won't be good.
The Templars are all Assassins' foes,
Always causing the troubles and woes,
All Templar hearts are as black as coal,
As they clamber to achieve their single goal,
They forever strive to be,
The controllers of everything you see,
Use your blade to stab their backs,
And halt their plan right in its tracks.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
Vampiric SymphonySweet the breath which whispers deathVampiric Symphony2 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
Arise and Breathelittle siren girl, held up by fishhooksArise and Breathe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lines - you'll only be free when
they cut you loose.
still, they tell you: you will not fall
victim to swelling tides, you
will float. (you are a dead weight.)
you are something incomplete
like the forgotten house on the
end of the row, eating itself,
dimming day by day:
paint chips and chapped lips
have nothing left to say.
there are monsters nursing
deep beneath your flesh, with
threadbare spines and trembling
hands, they are afraid of their own
shadows. (you are only weak when
your eyes are open)
a new year waits upon your doorstep,
promising to take all that was ever [you]
the paper doll can finally sleep,
to see another day.
Anti-StereotypeI'm not that type so don't expect me to be.Anti-Stereotype2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't flirt and tease and laugh because I like you.
(If I did like you, I'd let you know.)
Its only purpose is to keep you from noticing that I'm dissecting your brain,
And when I know what I need to know,
Then we'll talk.
I'm not that type of person;
I'm quiet because I'm listening to the music inside my head.
(It has a mean bass line.)
And I don't need you to help me "open up".
I am a perfectly functional human being
Albeit a bit psychotic, in my darker moments.
Sure, I walk around with my head in the clouds,
And listen to Metallica when I'm doing yoga,
And I like to pretend I'm a rockstar when no one's looking,
And my feet are always blistered from dancing outside.
It only reminds me that I am real,
And my neural pathways are still intact.
I'm not that type.
I'm not sorry for disappointing you,
I'm not sorry for not being who you thought I was.
I'm not sorry for not fitting i
Headspacethis is life without you:Headspace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost a week, but every hour is endless.
Today, I wrote a love letter to a man who gave me purpose
but he will never know me better than in the line
which ended: "I want to share the peace you gifted me."
yes, I am allowing myself to hide in coffee shops once more.
Breath heavy and aching eyes I am tired -
tired and weightless, waiting as seconds steep slowly,
learning to live with the words which I have spoken
words which at long last
have chased you away.
you were warned,
you. were. warned.
ink-stained and cradling chai,
reading spice-leaves and honey which only manage to say
I am a mess. I am a mess, lost and lonely,
savouring the moment stolen where I feel at home:
the moment before the storm,
before moon captures sun,
before extermination, before I am held accountable.
yes, I am spinning one last yarn,
finding myself the cut which fits my raw new skin,
the style to suit this fearful new world,
where I am dodging eye contact with
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke2 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
A Rancid Attempt At Hopefulnes It was the rotten-flesh daisies that caught my eye. How they crawled through the flaking concrete like little, putrid reminders. Reeking of beauty and life and other things I no longer looked for.A Rancid Attempt At Hopefulnes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes reached towards the decomposing petals, wondering how it was they bloomed amongst such urban decay. Did they not sense the asphalt clouds threatening a shower of tar? Weren't they afraid of steel structures, casting down shadows to block all photosynthesis.
What happened when UV rays left petal surface?
The butterfly wings etched in lighting constantly flutter across a storm painted sky, and when the raindrops splash color across my skin, I find that I
my hell is whitethe only summers ever knownmy hell is white2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
locked inside my heart
frost bites at extremities
chilled air invades my chest
as i inhale;
the sharp sting crippling
and i pull my arms into my breast
fighting to keep you there
i memorize and recite
stirring melodies your words danced
into the grooves of my brain-
it's my only escape;
whoever said hell is alight
was sadly mistaken-
i know the deep is really white
and it's trying to suffocate me
cinch up my dress;
put a little color
in this- forever
winter, wonder lost
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 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 okay2 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
Que hace girar al mundo¿Qué hace girar al mundo?Que hace girar al mundo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un día, un pequeño conejo banco le preguntó con curiosidad a su padre el motivo y razón por el cual la vida no se detenía, el mundo avanzaba y los seres continuaban existiendo. Su padre, todo un conocedor, le contó a su pequeño vástago un cuento sobre una extraña energía, la batería del mundo, aquello que lo hacía girar y continuar.
Le narró sobre un extraño mundo existente en los sueños, en el centro de la tierra y detrás de un velo negro de terciopelo, donde se generaba continuamente la energía que da el origen a la vida. "Esta sube por las raíces de los árboles y recorre el mundo como el oxigeno" dijo el papá conejo.
En aquel único y extraño mundo subterráneo, habitan criaturas y seres similares en aspecto a las que residen en la superficie, pero actúan en un ciclo continuo sin principio, ni final. Todos proceden de fo