A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
Temptation (revised)Temptation (revised)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Temptation is beauty's fatal allure,
For her promises are never secure.
She calls, she tempts, she bewitches so quick,
Yet her end is ruin, a very cruel trick.
When first sought she brings great pleasure,
Then she fades and also her treasure.
Why does she cause such pain to man?
Was her creation part of His plan?
Eve in the Garden lived unspoiled,
Yet at her feet a serpent lay coiled.
Sweet words of poison came from the snake.
Calling for the forbidden fruit to take.
Then something wicked boiled within,
And her lips yearned for the sweetness of sin.
With a taste her soul evil did know,
And the Lord's work was brought to woe.
My temptation began with a glance.
A beautiful woman I met by chance.
Regal and stunning and all together fair,
A statuesque beauty with scarlet hair.
Porcelain skin and braided tress,
Yet sultry curves hid beneath her dress.
Charm and decorum are at her command,
For her mind is sharp and her wit grand.
Yet her presence is witchcraft to me,
Even in my dreams I cann
Ecila in wonderland.“Come back Ecila, Come back!”Ecila in wonderland.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She runs into a dark cave.
“where are you going, don't act like that!”
She mocks them all “don't misbehave!”
“Phew” she says as she wipes her forehead upside down--
“that was close”, she chuckles as she smiles with a frown.
“I had to get out, from that suffocating town.”
“ha!” she lets out slowly... as her voice changes sound.
She falls flat on the ground--
she gets up and looks around--
she sees a blue-white-ribboned gown.
She puts it on at once!
finds a bottle of fragrance.
Sprays it over her blue dress--
takes her hair and fixes the mess--
looks in a mirror with distress--
She sees a golden key--
she drops down to her knees.
Spots a small door--
very close to the floor...
She looks rapidly to her right--
she sees something burning bright.
She takes it in her hand--
a bright potion just as planned.
One sip and she coughs!
she shrinks down, and she scoffs!
She opens up the
Slender: Slender?Nordics xReaderSLENDERSlender: Slender?Nordics xReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slender?Nordics X Reader
One day you decided to take a walk in the forest. It was getting dark but you have walked in the forest at night before.But the problem was....You just played Slender you forgot all about it plus you were already too far into the forest to get back to the car."well this is great.." you said sarcastly while turning on your flashlight. Then you relized something "this forest looks exactly like the one in Slender...well I'll just head back" You start walking back when you notice something odd....A fence? "ok so it's not a good idea then" You walk around for a little while then you see an clearing and a huge tree in the middle of it. "Ok this is getting scary!" you say getting more and more frightend. "ok then theres only one way to find out this is really happening" You look around the tree and see what you dreded to see "a note" you say outloud.
"No eyes but can see" You start shaking "NO NO NO! T-This can't be happenin
See MeSee Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For who I am
Take the time to
Peer 'neath the surface
And know me truly
Instead of taking me
At face value
Don't write me off
As a pretty face
And then be surprised
When you realize
You never knew me
Dare to see me
Imperfection PaintImperfection Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying on the bathroom floor.
Scenes from fights flash before my eyes.
Screaming and shouting,
Threats said as angry promises.
A box sitting next to me,
The contents laid neatly on the bathroom floor.
An elastic bandage,
Pure white, soft gauze, folded.
Black and silver sewing scissors,
A knife disguised as a key, shimmering on a chain.
A small, thin razor blade, extracted from a disposable razor.
A small clear bottle with a spray nozzle attached, filled with hydrogen Peroxide.
My eyes flicker over each tool.
I reach out and gently grasp the razor blade.
I look over the details of the small tool,
The holes carefully drilled, the perfectly smooth and even edges.
Holding out my arm, I make random marks on my canvas.
My razor blade my brush,
My blood my paint,
My arm my canvas.
I force a perfect tool to paint marks of imperfection.
I am imperfection,
Making imperfection paint.
the natural progression of thingstomorrow i will try to write you a postcard.the natural progression of things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it will be hard, and i will spend hours trying
to think of a way to compress these last
three years into a single box.
‘Did you see the last Dodgers game, I bet you cried’,
maybe, or ‘Sorry I punched you in the face, I hope
You’re still bruised enough to remember me’.
yesterday, the neighbor asked for sugar
and i filled your old coffee mug to the brim
to give to him and when he tried to give it back
i said, “honey, keep it, no one likes Nickelback anyway.”
i wake up in the middle of the night because
of things like that, you know, wake up with a hand reaching
toward the other side of a too big bed, bridging the distance
like the Colossus. we are both struggling to make ends meet.
after all, most nights i still think i can feel the ghost of your
breath whispering over my wrists: a secret, a promise, a manacle.
i’m listening to your favorite band
at three o’clock in the morni
The Druid WayIn deep woods,The Druid Way1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The three gather,
Bowing their heads,
Speak “merry meet”.
Form a circle,
‘Round a fire,
As they chant.
Earth, Air, Water,
Fire and Spirit”.
The Goddess joins,
“Oh! Hecate, we thank’th thee!
Dance with us!
So mote it be!”
Drunk on song and ghost,
The spell is cast,
Thank the divine,
“Merry part, Blessed be”.
Just Because...Just Because...Just Because...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because I am often alone
Doesn't mean I like it
Just because I stay quiet
Doesn't mean I don't have anything to say
Just because I like books
Doesn't mean I am smart
Just because I don't eat
Doesn't mean I don't want to
Just because I smile
Doesn't mean I am happy
Just because I accept reality
Doesn't mean I have stopped dreaming~
The End Of The WorldThe End Of The World5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There is a place, at the end of the world,
A land beaten by the ocean's waves.
Beyond dark marshes as far as the eye can see,
Past the Black Mountains,
Further than the Lake of Anguish,
Sing Riwannon's birds of death.
Beyond the Valleys of Blood,
Past plains of arid moors,
Further than the Beach of Bones,
Echoes the shadows' complaints
And the krieriens' wails.
Beyond the Bay of the Dead,
Past the islands of Sein and Ouessant,
Is a place where the apples forever grow
And those who inhabit crystal palaces
Know no sorrow, illness or need,
Where the great kings sleep and where their bards,
Whose harps of fire with silver strings,
Will wake them up one day.
There is a place at the very end of Gaul, Claudian once said,
A place beaten by the ocean's waves
Where one hears the shadows' complaints
as they fly with a soft sound.
There is a place in the West of the ocean, Merlin once said,
An island covered with apple trees
Where one hears the souls' songs
As they dance to the sound of harps.
The Mark of Athena chapter 8FRANK'S POVThe Mark of Athena chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone was sad that Annabeth was gone. I hadn't known her, but seeing how everyone else liked her, including Hazel, I liked her too. And the way she and Percy had been in love I had felt so happy for him. And Annabeth obviously loved him too. You could see it in the way she looked at him and how she lightened up when her eyes caught sight of Percy.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been hiding something. She had smiled and then suddenly stopped as if she remembered something that made her sad and worried. I don't think anyone else had noticed so maybe that was her normal behavior, but I had.
Hazel sat next to Percy and tried to comfort him, but to no use.
The girl named Piper leaned down to Percy and made sure he was listening to her.
"She looked for you for months. She didn't sleep the first days, worried sick of where you might be. She needed you, like you need her, but listen to me." She stopped and waited for Percy to look up at her.
"You need to pull
starvetoday, i don't hate myself enoughstarve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to deny the hungers for -
a cup of coffee that will treat me like sin dancing to the pulse of my bloodstream
the absence of guilt
cracks in personality
screaming poems silently at my reflection
today, i will gorge
on the things i vowed to give up.
today, i will break vows.
today, i am a glutton
for relapse and binge cycles,
for starvation and changing reflections.
tomorrow, i will wish
i could be the skeleton that
hangs in my closet.
[ leave the tears where they lie,
take the fallen stars and ripped up wings,
do not regret spinning circles
around vices. ]
law of Craft1. The Law was made and ordained of old.law of Craft4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. The Law was made for the Wicca, to advise and help in their troubles.
3. The Wicca should give due worship to the gods and obey their will, which they ordain, for it was made for the good of Wicca as the worship of the Wicca is good for the gods. For the gods love the brethren of Wicca.
4. As a man loveth a woman by mastering her,
5. So should the Wicca love the gods by being mastered by them.
6. And it is necessary that the Circle which is the temple of the gods, should be truly cast and purified. And that it may be a fit place for the gods to enter.
7. And the Wicca shall be properly prepared and purified to enter into the presence of the gods.
8. With love and worship in their hearts, they shall raise power from their bodies to give power to the gods.
9. As has been taught of old.
10.For in this way only may men have communion with the gods, for the gods cannot help man without the help of man.
HPS & HP
11.And the High Priestess shall rule
LizzieFrom the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. Smooth alabaster skin framed with rich, copper curls; cherry lips curving into the faintest flicker of a smile; emerald eyes gleaming beneath long ebony lashes. A picture of such great beauty that none could compare. My artist's fingers ached to paint her, to capture that eternal glory and share it with the world. Yet the hands of a man are much less generous, and I was no exception. I wanted her. To take her, to feel her perfect form against me, to claim her as my own. My model, my muse; Lizzie.Lizzie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was walking when I first laid eyes upon her, dainty feet gracing the cobbled streets of London. Her body seemed to slide over the ground, hardly moving, her elegance shining through her impoverished exterior. Her breasts heaved beneath a tight bodice, her skirt a little shorter than what was decent. There was no mistaking what she was, but that face, the face of an angel. And such sadness in those glowing orbs, such quiet desperation. Oh, i
You walk past meI am like an earth worm in love with a star,You walk past me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pile of ashes dazzled by the sun,
A sinner stunned by an angel.
And you walk past me,
I could drown in the ocean of your eyes,
Could ignite at the sound of your voice,
Could dissolve when you smile.
And yet you walk past me,
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
001. beginnings.Beginnings are vague things. Quite often you can't pin them down to one event you have to trawl back further and further through foggy past, peeling apart what ifs and untangling strands of memories.001. beginnings.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually one has to go all the way back to the start of the universe, and that's a question even the experts have to shrug their shoulders at. It's not like you can plug it into a calculator and come out with a balanced algorithm. At least, not yet.
But it is true that sometimes you can fasten down an occurrence or a moment or even just a single breath, like sticking a thumbtack through a dead butterfly, and label it as a 'beginning' in your mind. Identifying that one moment makes us feel secure, like maybe it was destined to happen instead of just being a random sequence of events that fed off each other and tripped over each other and eventually fell like dominoes to the unlikely conclusion.
Cvusscha Mistbane has pinned down a moment. Of course she knows that there are plenty of
AirYou do not have to be empty.Air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go, now, to the high places, the thin spires
of mountains and skyscrapers
the roof of your house, tipped with snow,
and fill yourself up with the air.
Drink it in, taste it, roll it around
on your tongue, feel it settle
in the caverns of your lungs. Feel the dust
and the ice crystals and the scraps of newspaper
brush your lips, and fill yourself with them, too.
Fill yourself up with the moonlight, the frost,
the dusky rose of the rising sun,
the night, the morning, the calls of birds,
the sillhouettes of telephone poles,
the shadows of people and clouds and alley cats
that dance across the pavement.
Fill yourself with the feel of your lover's hands,
the smell of the cold wind (mint and forests)
the taste of afternoon tea, the sight
of birds pinwheeling in the snow.
You do not have to be empty.
Untitled Parapines Fanfic"Dipper! Snap out of it!" Mabel yelled smacking Dipper's cheek in the process of doing so. He was suddenly knocked out of his trance, soon enough to see the beast that put him in it flying away in search of a new victim. Dipper was angry for not being able to catch whatever creature it was, but he felt as though it wasn't worth it. "Come on Mabel, he's not worth chasing down" Dipper said, getting into the golf cart. His sister Mabel quickly followed him in. And with that, he started Driving away from the scene of whatever just happened. Dipper looked behind them for a moment, watching the long creature fly out of sight. He looked back just in time to realize he was about to hit somebody. He yelled swerving the cart out of the way, causing it to turn right on to the side, facing the forest rather than the actual dirt road. He sighed and glanced over to the person they nearly avoided, who was a small boy who couldn't have been any older than Dipper himself, in fact it was possible he waUntitled Parapines Fanfic3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slave to the Dogs...^ Slave to the Dogs ^Slave to the Dogs...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perverted and twisted
They gnaw on my soul
My body depleting
My heart growing cold
Broken and naked
Ill lie here alone...
In cold desperation
While they claw towards my bones.
Unstable and sickly deformed
Though dismantled and starving
Youll still claim me as your own.
Slave to the appetites of men
Servant to the throne
A trophy that was not earned
But still sold
A long Night"Jesus Sammy what the hell happened to you!?"A long Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean Winchester yelled in shock as he looked at his younger brother who looked like he was just hit by a car. Sam had bruises, left and right all over his face and cuts on his arm, whatever happened to that boy was a mystery but dean intended to get to the bottom of that.
"It's nothing ill just go get cleaned up." Sam said as he walked by his brother in direction of the bathroom.
"Ugh I don't think so buddy boy." Dean spun around and grabbed hold of his brothers arm. "we're going to talk about this now." Sam jerked his arm out of deans grasp 'I said it was nothing so its nothing ok just leave me alone!"
Dean was shocked by his brothers outburst, Anytime Sam was hurt or injured badly he would always go to dean always ever since they were kids. And now Sam just told him to forget that he was injured? "oh hell no." Dean sputtered now feeling angry. Dean grabbed Sam before he could walk any closer to
Feelings. Thoughts.Feelings & thoughts are like a rollercoaster, to me at least.Feelings. Thoughts.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
First, you have the rise that's full of a whole tornado of emotions:
Excitement, anxiety, happiness, and pure joy.
Then, sometimes, you have the drop that goes into what seems to be a
never-ending cave of fear and darkness(or depression).
It ends. You never want to go on that journey again, but you always
end up caught in the locked seat the second after you blink.
It's just something you can't escape, even if you try...
Like a cycle almost, except it's not called that. It's called "life".
Even though there are steep drops and dark caves, remember that
your friends are on that ride with you. Even if you don't know it...
moonhe reads to her, tells her what it was like to be a sailor of the seas on the moon. "don't stop talking," she tells him, dozing off, imagining the seas of zephyr.moon2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
spyglass on the moon a million miles away, the ether shatters by a little girl on her toes, standing on her mattress, clinging to her window above. stain glass eyes in the wake of moon and she breathes as the sea slamming onto the pane, receding and reaching; clouding and clearing. her breaths reach the moon and the moon reaches back with her hands pressed to the girl's eyes.
"one day," she tells the moon, the boy still at her bedside, "you and i will be together."