The Fall of WinterThe Fall of Winter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly it broke through the chill of night, the morning star.
The cold fleecings from exhumed lands hover downy white as newborn clouds.
Only a few more such morns and their weave will be as thick as snow.
What a drama betwixt such extraordinary seasons this is today!
The icy fingers of winter's grip have nearly stabbed into the earth's utmost.
Won't be long now before goddess Gaea will have to turn her face hard against it!
And keep thick her veil!
With tummy full and harvest chores done its time she dreams of Spring again!
The lilies she lentThe lilies she lent2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.
She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.
Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.
Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her love he sold.
For worthless gains oh such pain the girl felt.
With her will, one love lily withered in cold.
Yet he tricked once again; a true fiend was he
and innocent she was, she blindly agreed
to give him a try, only one try, no more
had she only known how deceitful he could be.
He broke 'gain the ties, he engulfed her in pain
another lily did wilt, each
Here's to the pastHere's to the past1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said my goodbye and I've ripped off my wings
It hurts my heart but I need to get over these feelings
I've suffered for so long under your reign
and I think it's about time that I end all this pain
I'm starting my journey into the begotten future
To find all the missing pieces of my heart that I need to nurture
I'll have to search far and wide and it make take a few years
but I'll grow as a person and face many of my fears
As I slowly grow older and farther from you
I'll never forget our memories and the day that you knew
that I was too much for you or maybe to little
and decided to leave me behind and not to dwindle
Sometimes I may stumble and cry out your name
but don't come back and re-spark the flame
I need to move on, we were suffocating each other anyway
From now on it will be only myself telling me "It's okay"
gloryEach morningglory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a little bit of excitement in me
because I am the only person who lives here
that wakes up early enough to see the morning glories
No one knows of their beauty
They are all missing out
but not me
May Flower - Jack Frost x Reader pt.3 When the darkness faded I was nearly blinded by the bright lights of the room we'd entered. I had only ever been to this place once before but I knew it well. The room was a bright and decorated in greens, reds, and gold. It was the globe room in the north pole's workshop. Not too far infront of the globe was a platform where Jack and the other guardians stood. "I'm glad your all here" Pitch said from beside me. The guardians spun around at the sound of his voice. I sturgled to get away but Pitch had his arm was wrapped tighly around my shoulders so I couldn't escape.May Flower - Jack Frost x Reader pt.31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let go of her, Pitch" Jack growled. He held his staff out preparing to shoot but he couldn't hit Pitch with out hitting me as well.
"I'm afraid I can't" Pitch said pulling me in closer. I tried to yell out but my mouth wouldn't respond. "Dear (Name) is a big part of my plan."
"What are you up to Pitch" North said.
"I'm going to distroy Mother Earth" Pitch laughed. I gasped bringing my hands to my mouth.
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
The places that feel like homeSometimes I think that home can not be a physical placeThe places that feel like home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
unless there is some kind of emotional attachment.
Memories to be made or
memories already made.
Sometimes I feel like home can be a person.
Home can be a scent.
Home can sometimes be abstract ideas.
Like no one really knows where your home is
That makes it feel
so special to me.
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
SHIZUOXREADER pt11SHIZUOXREADER pt112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Monday morning Shizuo is waiting for you outside your house, wanting you to go to school together. Mom has cooked you egg on toast with salad but you only grab the bread to eat on the way out.
'That's bad manners, !' mom shouts after you as you slam the door.
Shizuo greets you and you talk happily on the train to school. You give him half of your breakfast, which he gratefully eats.
At lunchtime, Shizuo is practicing tennis on the training court when a huge gang of wannabe strong people jump him. You are on your way to give him some food you cooked yourself when you see him swinging one of the school signs at a large number of them. You freeze, unable to move, watching in facination and horror as Shizuo takes down each member of the gang.
'He's strong, ain't he, Shizu-chan?' you look to your left and see a tall, skinny guy with black hair standing next to you. You jump, then realise that it's the Bastard Izaya Orihara from Hanako's class. A bubbling pit of rage replaces the hunger i
US, the armythere's alot of usUS, the army1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but in reality
FirefliesWe kept cicadas and caterpillars in mason jars, but never fireflies. My brother still has a cicada from three years ago, sleeping away under the lid. Grandpa says it'll stay that way for 17 years like all cicadas do, and it's okay to keep them safe.Fireflies1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But we don't catch fireflies; they don't live that long. They say light travels faster than anything, but our bugs are fat lazy things that travel nowhere in a big zigzag. The tall grass lights up with tiny little flashes every night all summer long and all is dark not two months later, but for the time being they don't even know they're dying.
eons awayI saw a woman the other day caring for a babyeons away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see this all the time but this time it was different
I couldn't help but think that that is going to be me soon
which spiraled me into other thoughts like
What its going to feel like when we meet.
At times he feels so close to being here
and then sometimes he feels eons away
but either way, he will make his way here
and until then,
I will wonder.
Certain peopleThe selfishness of people never ceasesCertain people1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to surprise me
It's a good reminder though
To always question, and expect the unexpected.
So thank you,
for setting a guild line
for me to observe whilst
other people continue to waste their time
Crazy America Laws ReaderXAmerica ~Crack~"Hey Alfred?"you said sitting up from your spot in the confrence room.Crazy America Laws ReaderXAmerica ~Crack~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah? What's up [Name]?"he asked turning toward you.
"Why is there so many crazy laws in your country?"you asked tilting your head.
Snickers all around them could be heard as his face became red.
"W-What do you mean?! My laws are cool and are there for good causes!"he said stricking a heroic pose.
"Well what about the law were it's illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while operating a vehicle. I mean who dosn't know that?"you said looking at him.
"Well that's-"he started but you cut him off.
"And what about the law were no dog shall be in a public place without its master on a leash, or a pet cat in not aloud to run loose without a tail-light, or that it's illegal to educate dogs."you said looking at him sharply.
"Well their, there for a reason and thats all I half to say!"he whinned childishly.
"Yeah well I was wondering if you could take me to Indiana."you said smiling innocently.
no breaksSometimes, I just become fearfulno breaks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because life never stops,
We have to constantly keep moving
with no pit stops
Sometimes I just want to sit
and rest my feet for awhile.
Tell me what to do?! EnglandXReader -ExtenedEndin-As you entered the confrence room your bud Gilbert ran up to laughing and high fived you.Tell me what to do?! EnglandXReader -ExtenedEndin-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mein Gott ___!"he laughed holding onto your soulder as you put your hand on your hips laughing along with him.
Your friend America tackles you both laughing aswell.
"Dude! I can't believed you did that! Where did you get a trained hawlk?!"he asked laughing.
"I have my sources!"you said grinning.
"I can't believe you all! Messing with poor England. He use to raise you, you know."France said upsetly.
You all looked at France and giving a quick glance at your friends you turned your wrist and the the hawlk stated attacking him. The only thing the entire confrence could here was your loud laughs, Gilberts Kesesesese's, and Alfred's obnoxious laughing. As you all were laughing you saw England walk by with a plate of scones and shushed Alfred and Gilbert.
"Watch this~"you whispered before making your way over to Englnad.
"Hey England!"you yelled getting his attention.
"What is it!?"he asked annoie
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
What I Am and What I'm NotI am not perfect,What I Am and What I'm Not7 years ago in Open More Like This
I am not beautiful,
I am not brilliant,
I am not invincible
I am adequate,
I am pretty,
I am smart,
I am strong,
But I am not perfect.
What I am
And what people say I am
are two completely
The fact that you would turn
to a secondary as apposed
to a primary source
Is beyond comprehension.
Is not my concern.
My concern is not;
About the typical
Definition of a fragile beauty.
But the people
Who spread them,
Who hear them,
Who believe them.
That is my concern.
The belief of perfection.
The only person that is perfect,
Is someone who is loved.
A term used to describe
A person with
No flaws in disposition,
No cracks in the soul,
No cuts in the mind.
I have scars on my hands
From confusion and boredom,
And you call me perfect?
I have scars on my flesh
from stupidity and obliviousness,
and you call me beautiful?
I have scars on my mind
From ignorance and censorship,
And you call me brilliant?
2: the first questionThe first thing I noticed was the fez on her lap. I saw it as I scanned the tube for empty seats; a flash of red in the corner of my eye. It perched delicately on her thighs like a small, unassuming puppy that stared at passerby with large eyes, silently daring them to challenge its right to be there. I gaped at it; the train started forward with a jerk and I had to grab onto the metal pole in front of me to keep my balance. The ungainly motion of my body lurching forward caught the eye of the fez's owner; I saw her look up at me quickly, then duck her eyes down to her hands, which were diminutive and pale and folded neatly in her lap, just behind the fez. I sneezed loudly into the sleeve of my trench coat and she smiled. It was for barely an instantóand, it was probably an attack on my limbs and their length and the strangeness with which they movedóbut it was enough to cause an unfamiliar tug inside me, not unlike the movement of the train.2: the first question2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
re-strangersI can still compose hastilyre-strangers10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a speeding vehicle
when I glance over
and see your face
in a passing one
no pen is precise enough
to document the feeling
that you left me with
I am not feeling regretful
at what the hell happened
back to strangers
Best friendSometimes it feels likeBest friend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are more of a friend
than anyone I have ever known
You sure have been there
far longer than any of them
You never had the power
to judge me or leave me
You were just there
to adventure with me
when no one else wanted to
I have been missing you
and your orangey fur
I'm A TomboyI'm A Tomboy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a tomboy thats ok, I love to play basketball every day, I like to dirty and mess-up my clothes, I listen to music everywhere I go. I don't like pink but I can go for blue, I hate dresses because pants are the right thing for me. I hate light colors they make me want to puke, dark colors are my thing they make me say "yippee, whoa who". I don't think as boys "oh their cute", I think of as friends in my group. So call me a tomboy I don't care, just don't call me a sweet girl and think I'm a teddy bear.