A Tattooed MindBonded with these etched designs.A Tattooed Mind2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Spirit and power create a tower.
Trying to find the pieces in the mountain side.
Names of souls make the night.
Clouds of storms delight.
Rain fall fills the banks.
Koi dance splashing around.
Rivers and lakes run down.
Ink sprays the arms.
A masterpiece forms.
Patience and guidance with one ink blot.
Beauty is created on the spot.
Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bringDreams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
Stench of my BitternessStench of my Bitterness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I float in the valley of tears.
Resting and contemplating the fears
I tried to hide and compress.
Then I breath-in the putrid stench of my bitterness.
Isolation has come to its hollowed broodiness.
Why must I touch in manic solemnity
the borders of your loyalty?
Though I felt it was meant to be,
but then I know it was so wrong
a mistake that gone prolonged. + + +
Until we were on the edge of loss
conflict of families that we had caused.
Family, cousin, friends and lovers turn their back on us
as if we’re such a huge embarrassment
I can’t blame them for their confinement
much farther away from us. . .
But what I can’t take is that you abandon me as well,
without any reason to tell.
You have left me on the dark corners.
Now alone in this vast waters,
feeling the waves that never come
VisionI watch you as you watch meVision2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your glaring eyes sink into my screen
And i'm all you see
All around you becomes invisible
Once i'm turned on
I've seen you laugh
and cry on occasion
but usually you just stare
Filling your head with my filth
I do have some worthwhile
things to offer
You just have to search
And you may learn something
or expand your horizons
or even be inspired
Just don't stay too long
Keep our visits short
Because sometimes i get tired
of watching too
Borealis: Chapter 20 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 20 (HiddlesXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
This chapter contains a little amount of blood! Be warned! And this chapter was written inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WabF-qPKNlo If you truly want to understand the references, then listen.
You were ensnared by the black straps going around you, it was almost metaphorical to the blackness of his heart, enveloping you and dissolving you like sugar in water. There was no way out and your brain was too tired to even argue about why things turned out this way, maybe you were giving up too easily or maybe you were simply overwhelmed by the sharp knife that just went behind your head that was pulled up by the crooked-minded man. Your quick subjugation sprung from your excess realism, it was a quality of Tom too most of the time—it proved to be useful when things went wrong between you two. However this time, it was as if neither realism nor fantasies you could build in your mind mattered. As Daniel gently started to
The BestsellerYou are a poetry book reclining on my couchThe Bestseller2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I want to turn your legs like pages
fold myself into you
the way I dog-ear favourite passages
to re-read and re-visit in the morning.
You could be a sexy bestseller curled up
in my bed.
But I want to guard you from review
and keep you obscure
from publishers and popular culture -
check you out as unavailable in libraries
to keep you as my
and lie with you myself.
We'll clothe each other in dust covers
only to undress
over lazy cups of coffee in Sunday hours
our own personal bookclub
of bibliophilic eroticism.
(We'll slide our bookmarks in each other
and collaborate on the shelf).
Borealis: Chapter 19 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 19 (HiddlesXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You heard a very soft sigh from Daniel’s direction but you didn’t dare to look up; it wasn’t too long before you opened your eyes to his indifferent ones keeping their tight gaze over your helpless figure that’d been shaking. It was if the “repletion” of love had its consequences, your mind already started to drift to the possibilities of the things he could do to you and you prayed that he’d strike you down right where you were sitting—sitting before your dreams and hopes faintly disappearing with the way Daniel’s detestable figure approaching you.
“And you thought I’d just let go, huh? Let that bastard take what’s mine and…” you could feel the way he’d been loathing you, you could see that time enabled the tiniest part of evil inside to be stored and later to be ruled by the disease of his mind he’d put off for so long. Would it really matter if you tried to reach out to him? Were you sel
Heartbreak kidJoy is like the rising sun.Heartbreak kid5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to be in your embrace and run into your arms.
The sun is setting my heart is torn to pieces on the beach of heartache.
It's a headache to see you go with your head in the clouds while I'm stuck in the ground.
Leave me alone I'm tired of you.
All I see is the image of you.
I hate you for leaving me all alone in this world with these etched memories of falling through stairs
The stars are exploding in the air
You don't even care
It's not fair for you to leave me here with a broken heart.
This kid Is a breaker of hearts he is the one who started it all
He watches as we fall in and out of love like a puppet on a string.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear
He tears you apart and uses your heart to start his soul
He uses you as a tool
You try to get away but you're blinded
You envy his power you fight and bicker like ravens and wolves
You push and he pulls.
Weaving his web of lies.
You fight to survive in the end
The heart breaker wins
Everyday the cycle
the cannibaleyes bright for wildflowersthe cannibal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I swear they leaned toward her as she passed
with her boyish gait, a confident stride
she caught me with the absence of her smile
and she thought I was a wildfire
set to burn her worries away
but I was tame
tame tame tame
and she was burning up
she laughed when she realized my still temperament
bewildering the sound, a pretty Sunday laugh
light of heart, balancing honesty's edge
hiding between this duality of personality
her fabricated safe haven
but in the night she asked me to keep her
and for a long time I held her soft body, full of insecurity
to mine securely but her anxiety was an earthquake
I could feel inside her, I could feel the tectonic
plates shifting in her mind and once she'd chiseled her nails
to bare skin she moved on to mine
she held my hands like a wounded bird in hers and she
whispered to them "when you fly, I will too"
yet all the while she kept clipping their wings
with her ner
His True Kingdom: Part 48: UNREQUITED LokixReaderHis True Kingdom: Part 48: UNREQUITED LokixReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
His hands were shaky.
As if his godly porcelain body was not of his kind, for a moment it felt like he was a timid human boy you had a crush on for so long that you finally managed to open up to each other and this was your first hug. His big yet weak hands were still around you and you could feel the pleasant icy feeling down your spine—how you yearned for his touch was unexplainable; you came back to your senses when his hands brushed and fell from your shoulder. You pulled yourself and looked into his eyes and your heart started to race because it’d been too long since you saw them, “his” emerald eyes. The worry in them was yet another dagger in your heart and it made your eyebrows curl just like his beautifully ordered ones. Loki’s thin lips parted gently and you knew he was going to tell you something but you stopped him with your erratic whisper.
“I will save you, don’t say anything. I will save you…” you squeezed his arms ti
Borealis: Chapter 18 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 18 (HiddlesXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You adjusted yourself on your chair with discomfort since you’d been sitting down for so long, you knew you had the right idea but somehow the words seemed to be stuck behind your throat. This was very rare for you considering you’d become one of the most successful authors in the whole Kingdom after just a couple of your books were released. Your lost interview with the publishers didn't stop you thanks to Tom's vast network. You checked to see that you still had no internet connection and that was the only reason why you were back on working on your book anyway—unfortunately no internet meant no Skype so you could have no further discussion with Joss.
“Honey! Where did you put my costumes? I need them for tonight!” you heard Tom’s worried voice echoing from your bedroom. You took a deep breath and put your hand on your face for a brief moment and got up to head towards your bedroom. You almost stumbled upon
DW: Those Words"I love you."DW: Those Words2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The words roll off his tongue with unexpected ease. He, of all people, knows how short a human life is, knows that every single second matters and should be treasured. He does not have the time to stall, unlike his Time Lord counterpart.
He pulls back from her, watching her face for any signs of emotion. For a moment, he is scared. Why would she choose him? He is almost as human as she is, albeit with a Time Lord brain. He does not have the TARDIS, nor all of time and space to offer. Why choose that, when she could have all of time and space on a plate?
His thoughts are quickly silenced as she grabs the lapels of his jacket and kisses him thoroughly. His eyes flutter shut as he starts to kiss her back, savouring the moment. A moment he hopes will repeat itself soon because kissing Rose Tyler is mind blowing, amazing and absolutely fantastic... or at least those are the closets words he can find in this inadequate language.
Suddenly, the sound of the TARDIS interrupts the
Bipolar Baby- Rydon"We're gonna get married one day." I told him with a smirk.Bipolar Baby- Rydon2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ryan rolled his eyes with a laugh, "You keep thinking that, Bren."
I met Ryan Ross through my best friend Spencer Smith when I was 15. The two had known each other their entire lives & were practically family. It didn't take long for Ryan and I to become friendly with each other. We'd tease each other, similar to the way kids in elementary school would when they liked each other. The relationship we displayed in front of Spencer was totally different than the one we had going on through text messages. We'd send flirty texts back and forth into the wee hours of the night. A smile never left my lips when Ryan would tell me how much he liked me and how cute he thought I was.
We sat at the picnic table in Spencer's back yard, his younger sisters out there with us. Ryan passed his marijuana pipe around the table.
"Want a hit?" Ryan asked, cloudy smoke slipping out from his parted lips.
I shook my head no and Spencer did
The Noah of BondsCascading tears, smeared makeupThe Noah of Bonds4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A muffled cry into a towel
Good sobs without sadness
Time for action, let's glide along the gravel
One bottle of blood, now two, three
An imaginary coffin closes
Red bullet, blue bullet
A freezing flame and burning glacier
Their synchronized thoughts and bodies sprint
A simultaneous chorus of laughter
Scream your lungs out, yes, rip open your throat
The bloodcurdling howl pierces the ears
Twin golden pistols
Pressed to each others temples
They pull the triggers without hesitation
My Noah, sweet Noah
Two merge to become one
A voice with a sweet sound
"You don't need a coffin
We designed one for you anyways
Sweet dreams freak."
20 things NCIS has taught me20 things that NCIS has taught me20 things NCIS has taught me6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. NEVER forget Gibbs coffee
2. NEVER put sugar in Gibbs coffee
3. NEVER talk to Palmer about Lee
4. NEVER call Abby Abigail(Except for Ducky)
5. NEVER slap Gibbs
6. NEVER call Gibbs Leroy or Jethro(Except for Ducky and Jen)
7. NEVER let Ziva drive
8. NEVER leave Tony in charge
9. NEVER talk about Siberia
10. NEVER tell Gibbs what to do
11. NEVER get Ziva angry
12. NEVER bring up the name Ari or the death of Kate
13. NEVER disturb Gibbs in the interrogation room
14. Burt the hippo farts, not Abby
15. McGee has issues with being called Probie
16. Dont let the car get stolen
17. You cant get Abby near an autopsy ever
18. Tony likes to watch girls swim
19. Dont let Tony interrogate a girl
20. Without Caff-Pow Abby would crash
So take this list into consideration .and look out for Gibbs he is EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!
2. A Man in a Hat2. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lost, love?" a boy's voice asked.
I slowly lifted my head, looking up from the boots, along a pair of lime green pants, a white shirt, and an orange tail coat. He took his arm off the tree which he had been leaning on, pulling a yellow and blue top hat off a branch. He reached down to help me up.
"Who are you?" I asked, using the outstretched hand he offered.
He grinned, brushing auburn hair away from his green eyes, then straightening his blue bow tie. "Wonderland's confessional."
"Well, that's what I call myself. Everyone comes to me eventually, and then they tell me everything. Care for some tea?" he asked abruptly, turning around and striding off down the path.
I hurried after him, as he was the only person whom I had met so far. "I don't like tea much. I prefe
Cracked Jars of Sunshine - Part ICracked Jars of Sunshine - Part I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything had a price.
She wasn't sure when she first realized this. When the bitter thought had slipped itself into the back of her head as a carefully guided needle to helpless little balloon. It may have been when she was old enough to wobble unsteadily on her own bare feet. Back then, her and her mother had been on some remote planetshe couldn't even remember why or the name of itonly that her mother worked hard. Worked honestly. There were other twi'leks with them and she played often in warm sun and the fresh tilled earth worked by her mother and many others. There was planting. There was singing. There was laughter. Half-formed memories of childhood they were; things that during her darkest hours she would reach out with her minds eye and cradle them to her for comfort.
In the beginning, her mother smiled and laughed too. She could almost remember the way her mothers eyes would crinkle when she did. She remembered her mothers stories of her home pl
I MET YOU BEFORE STILESI MET YOU BEFORE STILES3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A tall, dark-haired man watched those two troublemakers who were on his land again as they were leaving. He got a strange feeling from them as if he knew one of them. The short-haired one seemed to be familiar.
And then he heard the name Stiles. At that moment he recalled everything. Of course he knew him. It was Stiles, the boy without a mom. Derek closed his eyes for a moment to be able to recall that night.
He had been ten when he had been wandering in a forest at night because Laura had teased him and hadn't wanted to let him be. So he changed into a wolf and ran away for couple hours. He knew his parents wouldn't look for him; they weren't worried about him. They had never been. Derek wasn't an ordinary boy; he was a young wolf, who could have taken care of himself more than anyone else.
Suddenly he saw the night right in front of him again.
He had just been running not far from the road, when he had heard something. He stopped and sniffed. He was sure there was someone
this only looks like love.dear kite,this only looks like love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know all you want to do is fly free,
wooden arms stretched wide into the wind,
ride swelling air currents and never stop,
but you know physics would never let you do that,
it's not out of spite, you know, that i do this.
if i didn't hold on to you, keep you tethered to reality,
you'd be blown from the sky like a wounded bird,
spiralling into oblivion, breaking your bones
against trees, against roofs, against packed dirt,
beating your fists in frustration until there is
nothing left of you except your splintered
skeleton and punctured skin.
and maybe it's true the world keeps you on a leash,
but it's for your own good, you know.
i'm telling you, i do this because i love you.
you know that, right?
dreaming of boxesr.dreaming of boxes6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
sometimes things look so simple when you put them into words. pare the edges and smooth the sides over till it fits within the confines of a box; one for every word. the resulting cubical image is never really as simple as it seems. the deviating parallels cannot be seen, only felt. the corners are sharper than our reckoning. the walls bulge where the fabric of language cannot hold the meaning.
writing is control. it is the intangible maneuvering of cuboids into pleasing shapes and sounds. the mastery of malleable minds. a poison if wielded like a knife. it must be exercised with caution, with a muzzle and a chain, because words can cut where blades cannot. the point of an insult is finer than a needle, its stitches closer than flesh and bone and blood in the fabric of a lie. word is power; mightier than man. and though word does not brea
NonsenseYou can't miss what you never really had in the first place.Nonsense4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
..:I Dare You:..I dare you to dream..:I Dare You:..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dream for what you have always wanted
Dream it out loud and be proud
Dream without limits, no one can stop you
I dare you to speak
Speak all that is on your mind, don't hold it in
Speak wisdom and tell the truth at all times
Speak for those who have been silenced unfairly
I dare you to smile
Smile for those who are in deepest despair
Smile to prove those who hurt others wrong
Smile to bring back peace and happiness in this world
I dare you to love
Love your friends, neighbors, and enemies just as yourself
Love those that have forgotten or given up on love entirely
Love and don't ever stop loving, it's what heals our souls
I dare you to hope
Hope for a better future
Hope for those who have given up
Hope throughout life, even when all hope seems lost
I dare you to be different
Be different and stand out from the crowd for the better
Be different and show what makes you be the true you
Be different and bring the change you want