Bokeh.These days, Black Friday really lasts a weekBokeh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away.
Machine-Part SincerityShe once said to me,Machine-Part Sincerity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
heart's rustWhen I was younger - smaller, slighter - I seemedheart's rust8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fit better into the world's cracks, wedged
sideways, buried deep. I could see
from there the ebb and flow of lava,
and the groaning tectonics
responsible for mountains.
Then I grew up, and I might have still
fit; if only my arms and legs
hadn't gotten longer, if only my brain
wasn't in the way.
What is it about the heart's rust
that time in the universe
steals it from your hands? I feel like a
stranger has come for dinner
but it's not until he's slicing his steak
that we all realize no one invited him.
Night TerrorsAmerica x ReaderNight Terrors3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was late, and you were bored. You'd been trying to sleep for ages, but no dice. So you were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to think relaxing thoughts.
The air conditioner finished its set task of lowering your home's temperature and cut off, filling the house with an unnerving silence. Fantastic.
You subconsciously strained your ears, desperate to pick up any faint background noises which might lull you to sleep, when you heard what sounded like whimpering coming from the next room. You couldn't help but crack a somewhat sadistic smile.
His house was being fumigated or something, so he was staying in your guest room for a couple of days. Earlier, he'd insisted that the two of you watch a horror movie, to make it seem "like a real sleepover, dude!" It sounded like he was regretting it now. (Though he'd certainly regretted it earlier, as well. He had screamed the whole time. Your very concerned neighbor had knocked on the door to check that ev
The Galaxy Sings in B FlatThe galaxy sings in B flat.The Galaxy Sings in B Flat5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits. Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space
Sound cannot exist in a vacuum. This is a widely known fact. And space is a vacuum, sure. But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world. Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial spheres from their view; and space isn't so thin after all. Close your eyes, zoom in, and even our dense atmosphere is just atoms in a vacuum of their own. Sound as we know it, sure, that doesn't exist outside our little stardust orb. It's too small, too fragil
Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,Dark Mother4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.
Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,
leave us trappe
Secret: Tatsuya Himuro x ReaderSecret: Tatsuya Himuro x Reader2 months ago in Romance More Like This
Secret: Tatsuya Himuro x Fem!Reader
Tagline: I cannot write fluff even if my life was on the line.
“Tatsu-kun~” Gently prodding the figure lying on the couch, seemingly asleep, you sighed lightly. A pout found its way onto your face when he didn’t budge.
You knew he was probably exhausted after basketball practice, but it was really disheartening to be left without his presence.
The room seemed much lonelier without the sound of his gentle laughter or kind smile. It had been a while since you had both sat down and talked, simply basking in each other’s existence. He would rest his hand on your head and chortle softly as you would attempt to move his hair out of the way to see his hidden eye.
You hadn’t realized until now how you had slowly become reliant on the company he provided.
Closing your eyes and letting a puff of breath escape your mouth once again, an idea suddenly surfaced. A slight grin formed as you silently tiptoed over to where
A Viking in New RomeWhen a man is cursed with the impossible combination of immortality and humanity, sooner or later he's going to run into a few demigods.A Viking in New Rome3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A PJO/HTTYD drabble.
Percy cringed. He froze mid-step with his foot hovering inches over the Pomerian Line circling New Rome’s city.
Terminus had literally just materialized in front of him in a sudden, sulfurous pop of yellow smoke that left the demigod's lungs burning. The statue looked much like he always did: armless, stone curls wound tight against his head, and a disapproving scowl on his face.
Percy gingerly put his weight back outside the city safe zone.
“Sorry,” he muttered and immediately reached into his pocket for Riptide. He could hear Frank and Hazel rustle behind him for their own weapons. Percy cast an apologetic look back to the man they were supposed to be escorting into the city and gestured with a no
Scotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final~Ashen Fell~FinalScotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thank goodness you decided to take those reading lessons instead of sewing. Ever since Allistor was placed in charge of the Kirklands' factory management, he was running back and forth without an ounce of rest. There were times when you would hear him get up in the night from the room across from yours and dash outside to his brother's office because he would have an urgent call. Then there were the times when he would return with his energy mentally and physically drained. Dark circles were forming around his eyes, and he wasn't responding to your voice anymore; in fact, he stopped kissing you, even holding you.
It wasn't like a normal gentleman to openly embrace a lady, but you and Allistor had always shared a physical intimate relationship as well as an emotional one. Knowing that even that was drifting apart the more your friend had begun to get caught up in his family's business was starting to take its toll on your well-being, too.
In truth, there wasn't much fo
(Denmark x Reader) Quit it! (Chapter One)Quit it! (Chapter 1)(Denmark x Reader) Quit it! (Chapter One)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Player!Denmark x Reader
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya!
Mathias Køhler, a handsome Dane with wild hair of gold like stardust, and his eyes were like sapphire jewels glittering beneath satin cascades-darker blue. His well-built body and signature grin always made the hearts melt. Not to mention, his Danish accent also attracted the ladies.
It's as though this group of boys were super-stars—they were just absolutely stunning. They were always seen on the campus being chased around by girls, finding their lockers filled with love letters and such. Four guys in this super-star group weren’t open to this, but that Dane. . . He had dated every single girl in the school, with the exception of (name).
Sure, a lot of the girls who dated him were aware he was a player. He was just fooling around and stuff, but how can you possibly refuse to not fall in-love with him? Even the girls who promised themselves to never even think about dating him, end up falli
The Wrong Skirt... || Iceland x ReaderThe Wrong Skirt...The Wrong Skirt... || Iceland x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Iceland x Reader
~ Drabble ~
The war had been to this point only kept alive with disdain-filled glances. The difference, whose side you were on, could only be obviously told between girls though.
Beige, crimson and black against forest green and navy blue.
Everywhere you went, usually between twelve and one in the afternoon, you could watch these little exchanges take place. It was also highly possible that they simply didn't happen due to mutual ignoring. It's not that both parties hated each other, heck, most of them had had to choose between the two sides at first, it's just that the traditional rivalry was just too amusing not to resist it.
Sure, there were those who turned their nose on it, ignoring said 'tradition', but most couldn't help but feel it each time they came across that familiar yet 'enemy' plaid skirt.
Two nearby private schools, sharing the same parks and streets, the same candy, ice cream and chocolate shops... It was fun. No harm w
Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom(Note: I have not finished the game yet)Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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For My DaughterDear daughter-I-do-not-have-yet,For My Daughter3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You will be my perfect. You will be my proudest moments in one small person. You will be made in love, or maybe anger, or maybe even desperation. But that won't matter. What matters is what you will be made into.
You will have Daddy's hair and his nose, and my eyes and my smile, the smile that happens not because someone with a camera told you to, but because you're genuinely happy. But you will have your very own heart and will be full of all the things that give you your you-ness. Whether you sing in the bath or make Valentines for everyone in your class or give your last homemade chocolate chip cookie to the boy sitting alone at recess.
I will write you poems and stories about how you are my miracle. I will read them to you sometimes, just to remind you. As you grow, not a day will go by that I'm not thankful for everything you are. You will be dazzling and beautiful and brilliant and compassionate and playful and curious and all of the things
RemembersHiccup remembers the sound of his mother's voice—a little nasally with a throaty laugh. He remembers her laugh more than any words she ever spoke to him. Nearly every memory Hiccup retains of his mother involvers her laughter—deep and hearty. He could sit at the porch step of their home and hear her laughing all the way from Hooligan Harbor.Remembers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than her laugh, Hiccup remembers the way his father would look at her. Sometimes staring into her eyes, quietly across the table or in greeting when she returned on a ship, but mostly at her back, at her profile, from afar. A silent admiration that would soften those hard, pale eyes and lessen the wrinkles of his brow. Stoick would look at Valhallarama, and Hiccup would look at Stoick, and she would look out to the horizon.
But most of all—more than her laugh or her presence—Hiccup remembers her absence. How she would return from a quest and a month, sometimes a week later set off for another. She’d come h
RatsWhen I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered.Rats3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring.
The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages.
One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers."
I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful woman. She was young when a man at an after-riot party had given her a child inside of her, a bruise on her face, and a few kopeks for her trouble before running away forever.
So I watched the dirty gray sunlight washing through her sickly blonde hair, watched it illuminate the dark hollows of her eyes, watched her face, and asked, "Why, mama?"
I am the Cardinal SinsSay hello everyone to my siblings of sinI am the Cardinal Sins4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each sister housing a Capital Vice within.
The classification of objectionable flaw
Seven Demons who'll invite you to Satan's Door.
Meet Gula, Miss Glutonny, she'll swallow you whole
greedily indulge in the desires of your soul.
Temptation will drive you to gladly take her hand
and she will lead you away from the promised land.
Fornicatio, her desires and lustful needs
lechery and devotion to sexual greed
Ferral dark passions devored the pure in her mind
A soul overpowered by a love unrefined.
Avaritia, like Lust and Gula at best
denotes greed herself, another sin of excess.
She'll betray you, trick you, pursue her rapacious needs
simply steal from your soul among other misdeeds.
Invidia, Miss envy, has bitter resent
desires that of others to a dramatic extent
Her envious heart craves what she does not possess
A jealous soul a little more than obsessed.
Then there's Socordia, Miss Sloth, pure laziness
or the failure to use the gifts o
!Request!- Prussiax!Reader - Snuggle Bug"Stupid fucking snow!!" You stomped up your apartment complex's stairs as you made your way towards your own sweet abode. Today was not your day….!Request!- Prussiax!Reader - Snuggle Bug3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid fucking car heater that broke!!" You angrily shoved the little metal key to your mailbox into the hole and swiftly turned it very roughly and tugged it open harshly and snatched the mail and slammed the little metal container shut yanking the key out and continuing your anger march up the stairs.
You continued to mutter your annoyances that happened to you throughout the day as you continued your journey to your apartment as thoughts of doing absolutely nothing filled your irritated mind.
Of course life always has a way of fucking you…
"Hallo (Name), awesome day, ja?" You froze at the sound of that voice.
Just when you were about to unlock your fucking door too, he just had to show up out of all of the days out of the year, he picks the day when you want to murder everyone on the planet.
That was the one
Avalon's GriefAvalon's GriefAvalon's Grief6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shriek Raven, cry!
Let go your tongue,
For your Lady sleeps in a pool of blood.
The vengeant cross has cleaved her head-
My poor Raven cry, your Lady's dead.
Before the crowd, before her words,
Did cold iron steal her sacred birth.
What of the World, with the Mother gone?
Would that all Earth could hear your silent song.
Her destiny met before her decree heard,
The oath forsaken forgetting to be remembered.
Oh Raven, do cry!
There is blood of the Goddess spilled on the hearth
-The Old Sow sacrificed for less than it's worth.
The whole court did witness her final demise,
Through all the Great Loss let its sadness rise.
Frozen was the Morrigan, remote beyond despair;
Tumbled was Lord Taliesin, the wise Druid but a weak old man.
Cry for us all, dear Raven!
Be glad you were not there-
Stung with the Sight, you've seen enough
To not watch live the death cradling her hair.
How will your island stay afloat
When now the Lady's Lake's run dry?
Don't break your vows and say
To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 7Elle smiled as she watched Eris nudged a foal to stand on its own for the first time. The other foal was already nursing. That's why the birth had been so difficult. It was rare for horses to have twinsTo Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mias led Ares in and tied him to the gate of Eris' stall. He snorted as if to say how pleased he was.
Mias took Elle's hand and led her away saying, "Let's give them some privacy Besides," he made a face, "I need a bath."
Elle giggled and asked, "Don't you feel anything else? Satisfaction of a good job? Pride your horse produced twins? Or just dirty?"
"Actually," he said looking at her, "I'm curious."
"About?" Elle asked.
"How did you know what to do?" He questioned taking off his shirt. They had made it back into the Manor and were undressing. They hopped into the shower and rinsed off. They scrubbed each other's backs. Mias washed the blood Elle had wiped onto her forehead off.
"Woman's intuition." Elle answered.
Mias spanked an exposed cheek, "More than that love."
I'm Finetwo wordsI'm Fine6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
Truly a WitchWhat does it mean to be a Witch?Truly a Witch5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its not about chasing a golden snitch!
Lucky Black Cat and Pointy Hat?
There's no real need for all that tat!
Watching Charmed on the telly?
Tattooing triskelle on your belly?
Singing along to Practical Magic?
Oh, dont be so bloody tragic!
Watching Twilight and New Moon,
Cant wait for the next one 'coming soon'?
Angel and Buffy are your Heroes?
Get a life, their only TV shows!
Hung with Silver everywhere,
Eager for disapproving stare!
Teenage fad thats 'oh so cool'?
Dont be such a rebellious fool!
Bookcase filled with TeenWitch books?
Huh, money taken by corporate crooks!
Shelves filled with crystals so fine?
Dont so waste your bloody time!
All these are thing any Witch may choose to do,
But doing them does not a Witch make you!
Being a Witch means none need see,
Being a Witch means you have to be free!
If you truly seek to be a Witch,
And you need to find your own niche,
Then it is inside that you must look,
Wisdom does not come from a bo
Commuter HeartsI fell in love on the train todayCommuter Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the boy across the aisle
His eyes were set close together
And they moved rapidly back and forth
Across his computer screen
As he furiously typed
On a laptop that had
Disney princess stickers
I didn't say a thing
Because he probably
Wouldn't like me
I fell in love on the train today
With the Girl across the aisle
Who sat staring out the window
Twirling her hair
Dreaming of something
And ever so often
Would glance my way
I didn't say a thing
Because she probably
Wouldn't like me
Blackmail TimeBlackmail Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sasuke avoided eye contact. God, not these chicks again. Could they just magically disappear or something?
"No." He stated bluntly and started walking off.
"But Sasuke!!!" Girls whined as they followed him. He could hear a girl laugh.
"Teme. They're never gonna stop you know."
Sasuke looked up.
Naruko hopped down from the tree. The one girl in the whole damn school he could actually tolerate. She just seemed like one of the guys. The other girls hissed.
"Oh can it. He wasn't even interested in you in the first place." She commented dully.
Sasuke smiled. He really did like her, honest, but well, she was a girl.
Sasuke liked men. Flat chest, muscled flesh, alto voices, and less vagina. Yet, he couldn't help but hang out with the strange girl. Naruko was different from most girls. She wasn't even interested in dating. Like Sasuke she turn everyone down. When Sasuke had noticed this he had asked to meet her in private.
"I'm not into dating Teme."