
RaindropsRaindrops2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Victoria laughed when they finally found cover from the rain. She wiped her eyes of the water, but raindrops still dripped onto their faces. Vincent gave a disapproving frown and tried to wipe the offending tears, until Victoria slapped his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said with a smirk, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll ruin my makeup."
"As if the rain hadn't already done that," Vincent replied, making her chuckle softly. Victoria sat down in the veranda and ushered for him to sit next to her. He happily obliged. His clothes crumpled uncomfortably in the rain and mud, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother him as much. "Yo

Only OccationallyI am plagued by the vague urge to pounce him and ravish him until he sees stars...but that certainly doesn't mean we can't be friends.Only Occationally4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This

Fallne from GraceThere's a burning in my back,Fallne from Grace2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A searing pain.
Heal me, won't you?
The putrid stench of charred feathers,
My lungs strain.
Cleanse me, won't you?
Violent blue eyes stinging,
Tears roll down.
Console me, won't you?
The world is fading to black,
Balance is gone.
Steady me, won't you?
I blink to clear the burning,
The strain,
The tears,
The darkness.
All around me I see ashes,
Reality sinking in.
Tell me, won't you?
My body in truth remains unscathed,
The burning persists.
Help me, won't you?
Yet I find my heart aflame with fury,
Scalded and shredded...
As I rest in this chaotic inferno I wonder,
If I had loved you more,
Might I have f

LockedMy heart is locked,Locked4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to which I have swallowed the key.
And upon it is embedded:
"Keep Out & Set Me Free."
HHN: Her crime2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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IdiotThey sat side by side, leaning back on their hands. Their hands were close, but not close enough to imply intimacy just enough that implied an understanding, a bond, an irreplaceable sense of acceptance that no one could replace.Idiot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sighed in contentment, a soft smile playing at her mouth. Her best friend, her favorite spot and a Diet Coke.
What more could a girl ask for?
Chocolate. her mind answered.
Shut up. she replied.
Isnt it beautiful? She asked quietly.
The moment was beautiful and perfect, a quiet serenity that only those who had been through wars together could cherish. Personal wars, physical wars, emot

Damn it PrussiaDamn it Prussia1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Damn it Prussia! GermaniaxReader
Being a kid, Prussia was known for pulling pranks and being, well a kid. His father Germania got beyond
annoyed with him. 'Why can't he be more like Holy Rome?' Germania would always ask himself. Today
was no exception, Germania knew Prussia was out doing something that could get him into trouble, but
he never guessed what Prussia just got himself into.
"Aw, who are you?" a young women with (h/c ) (h/l) and (e/c) bent over slightly to get a better look at
Prussia.
"Me? I'm the awesome Prussia! Who are you lady?" Prussia asked. "You look familiar."
"Oh, how rude of me," the women sm

SinsQuiet girl,Sins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sit alone.
Whisper your screams and
hide your salty tears,
behind your circus mask.
"Hello freak, welcome to Hell.
May you feel scared and lonely.
Commit some sins,like envy and sloth.
Envy the pride.
Have wrath on the greedy.
Be a slothful and gluttonous.
Hide from the lustful.
May you love this nightmare and
hate it as well.
Welcome to Hell, quiet freak.
Because you are never going to escape again."

VEILED NIGHTMAREVEILED NIGHTMARE10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am in the living room; it's dark and I know that somebody is standing outside before even that anything happens. Someone knocks the door; it opens on its own and the person enters the house. She is a veiled woman; I cannot see her face. But I know that she is there for me; she came to take me and she is up to no good. I am scared to death; I try to shout but no sound comes out of my mouth. She laughs scornfully and takes me with her...
She takes me at a strange, eerie house and pushes me inside it, ignoring my protests.
I am brought into a room which is hidden in the eerie house. This room is made out of flowers; there is something creepy

Bound Destiny Ch. 6Bound Destiny Ch. 610 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dellia, it's been so long since we've had a chance to speak privately." Aerayo smiled to her through the holographic display. "How have you been? It's been what, a year since you left?"
"A year and four months to be exact." Dellia smiled in return. "I was feeling a little homesick so I thought I would call."
"Homesick? Elerti and her husband visit you every six months for the UU meetings. There is another one coming up soon isn't there?"
"Yes, but Elerti can't fill me in on everything happening for you and Renhom. She no longer lives in your castle, I wanted to know how my brothers are doing."
"Ah, well Renhom visits his betrothe

Bound Destiny Ch. 5Bound Destiny Ch. 510 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dellia maintained her composure even when she was met with the onslaught of people who were at the space port they had landed at. She had heard Cormir complain about landing in the public space port, this must have been why he didn't like the idea. Cormir took her arm and politely led her to the castle. She was introduced to the servants held within the walls and was then shown to her room, her luggage already delivered there. It was only then that Cormir spoke directly to her again. "I am sure you brought along lots of dresses, but please help yourself to the dresses in this closet as well." He motioned to a door. "They are very lovel

Sleepy rerunSuch little tired, tired eyes.Sleepy rerun2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although your sleepy, it wont be time to rest your head, or hide under the covers.
You just sit in your chair and buzz like the backround; of some old rerun on television to fill the spaces inbetween the comfortable and the silence.
Your hair sways from the whispear of an opean window like cobwebs and tickles your face during this long episode.
And beautifully, your eyes flutter like the waves of an early morning ocean in summer. warm and distant, so comfortable and memorable. Tracing impossible lines through the smoke of a half finished ciggarette softly.
So carefully, you quietly slip and tip toed into an

The FirstThe firstThe First6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forms the future;
Fiery passion,
Attraction unseen
Ignited by the touch
A gentle embrace,
Caring caress.
The First
Tells the feelings
Only hinted at before;
And words whispered
Under firelit skies
Are all it takes
To stop my heart.

Bottom of the drawerI found a note from you todayBottom of the drawer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faded pencil, faded memories
A book I'd since forgotten
Lying dormant in that bottom drawer
In the midst of lonely empty
Blanks I flipped in search of something
Finding bittersweet remembrance
Of a question you had written
You hurt then and I'm sorry
I'd wished to hold you when I'd read them
A plea, confused and painful
A question I've not yet answered
It was years ago I'd wrote them
Faded words for potent pain
I'd hurt then, now I realize
Feeling what without the why
Nothing has altered since those words
I see that clearly now
The cries and blows intensify
The wounds have ceased to heal
If ma

The Perfect Hand--------- The Perfect Hand; by Kirby Smith --------The Perfect Hand8 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Thirteen!" she exclaimed, emptying her hand of the remaining cards. It was her third win in as many games; pretty impressive considering I had just taught her how to play earlier that evening. It's an interesting game, Thirteen, because it relies so little on luck and so much on how you play your hand. The cards are dealt randomly, and it is up to the player to set the rules, to play their hand accordingly, and to eventually throw all their cards into the middle. Each round, the player also has a chance of passing, a way of waiting until the perfect moment arises to make a move. Naturally

In My AugustI was as vulnerable as I could beIn My August8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You handed me your lies on a silver platter
You told me you needed me, you said "marry me"
You told me all the miles between us, they didn't matter
And it's hard to know we're over
And it's harder to wave goodbye
Something tells me you have no choice
This is the last time I'll ever hear your voice
And I know you're out there somewhere
I know you're busy and you don't care
And god I know, she's better than me
And I know when you hold her, you're happy
I'm not even angry anymore
Just down on myself
And it will take hours and hours and buckets of tears
To take down all your pictures from my shelf

EpitaphDale, a dreamer through her days,Epitaph8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her heart is silent and still.
And in this earth her body rests,
Caught by Death's cold chill.
Like a feast for the Gods,
Her body feeds the bugs.
A dinner for the crawling worms,
A shelter for the slugs.
Her corpse is now gone,
The bones are chipped and frail.
Finally her soul is free,
Released from its mortal jail.
And flowers bloom above the spot,
Where once her body lay.
While birds chirp and sing their songs,
What a glorious day.
Born May 26,1989,
Died 20--.

Never KeptPrologueNever Kept8 years ago in Teen More Like This
"You're crying. Why are you crying?"
The soft tip of his thumb moved to gently caress away the tears that were falling from her beautiful brown eyes. He could feel his composure slip away with every crystalline droplet, the faint attempt at a reassuring smile threatening to all but disappear exposing an intense heartache, the knot of concern that struggled to knot the flesh between his eyebrows and most importantly it threatened to show… No. He couldn't, it wasn't fair, not to him and especially not her. Not Yet. Albeit, somehow, deep within his keeping of indulgent secret feeling he felt a certain relief and comfort in her te

JokerA jokers laugh,Joker8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rings in my brain.
Tough, high-pitched,
maniac, insane.
Eerie Queerie!
Get away from me...
On second thought,
I love you,
So please....
My joker,
my tease..
For a moment,
just look at me and
relinquish the demons...
say it, say it...
Please.
My joker,
my tease,
Kiss me.....kiss me....
Oops!
I sneezed.^^;

End of the line 4End of the line 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
".. end like this!"
Noel felt a sharp pain and than nothing.
*
It burned. It burned like hell. Not only that, it was itching. Noel wanted to scratch it. Scratch the wound till it stopped itching. But he couldn't. He couldn't bring his hands there. He tried to see, but everything was black.
He was dead, right? How come he still felt the pain of the injury that captain gave him. It was a deadly strike. Noel can still imagine the anger, but also horror on the captain's face. He had no choice than to kill him, for his cruiser.
Noel shook his head. This is impossible. I'm dead. I shouldn't remember the face of my killer or feel my injury.

AP Part 7: The Way the World Ends?Like a statue, Vertraj stood impassively. He spoke plainly, "Now? You have seen much of my brothers and I, much of our world. I wonder though..." Vertraj suddenly whirled on me, his robes flitting across the crystal below us. He walked toward me purposefully, only a few steps, but enough to make me step backward and find my back at the curvature of what was now my glass prison. "How would you like a glimpse of your own world?"AP Part 7: The Way the World Ends?1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was frozen. Blinking hard, I managed to choke out, "What?" Vertraj smiled again, his glee never more apparent. He extended one hand, placing a finger against my forehead, and once again I found myself consumed within

Two SeasonsIvory skin and the fresh taste of apricot,Two Seasons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers that blossom and yet soon, forgot.
With winter, lives are cut away...
And yet, another year arrives in May.
Epiphanies of memories, rest deep within,
And though you may not be aware,
It's our choice to remember...
Young hearts so true and fair,
Until arrives yet another December.

Day And NightDark was the night, the shadows were restless.Day And Night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So was I.
I wanted to dream of birds singing...
Happy lullabies.
But came to me the realization,
Though at first not as it seemed.
Life itself is just a dream.
Maybe not the kind of dream
Where swallows flutter their wings,
Where the sun among the lit nature prances...
But maybe the kind of dream
Where owls don't wake you as they sing,
Where the moon among the dark nature dances...
There was once a time when the day was my only friend,
The night bristled my infant hair to a stand.
And when I was older, the night was my on

Welcome to the MasqueradeSo many looks,Welcome to the Masquerade1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sheltered beneath masks.
Emotions not seen,
Yet fragile like glass.
We learn to dance with the music,
To keep rhythm and beat.
So slip on a mask, zip your lips,
And learn to talk, not speak.
Dance your troubles away,
Simply pull on the veil and hide.
You're now someone different, new,
Not a person of deceit and lies.
Lift your glass,
And give a toast
To our whole, former selves,
To our now empty ghosts.
So if you're keeping secrets,
And perfect with keeping your lips sealed.
If you want your emotions eclipsed
And happy to be concealed.
Then take a mask,
And watch yourself fade.
This is what you want,
Sure