"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stepped into Ludwig's room, about to talk to him about the last World Meeting, when
"Kesese! Look who stepped in, kleinen bruder! It's your girlfriend!"
"Vat?! Vait, vhy?"
" you have a girlfriend?"
You nearly had a tremendous nosebleed when you saw the three Germans. Germania, Germany and Prussia, all dressed like Germany?! Hair slicked back, fancy suits You couldn't stand it anymore. You fell over, unconscious.
"She'll be okay, right?"
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
Lost in Your OrbitI died the momentLost in Your Orbit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I first laid eyes upon you,
so achingly beautiful
breath ceased to have meaning,
There is only you
and wherever I am,
living or dead it is enough
just to know you are out there
I will always remain
caught within your orbit
even if it keeps us at a distance
apart, we are still pulled together
by forces that are beyond breaking.
SecretiveSecretive2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
These crumbling buildings
seem to warp time around them,
You slip into a past
where you will never settle.
You wander, an exiled ghost.
Untitled.Untitled.2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
AspireAspire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground of celestial perfection is infinity away from the tallest tower.
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Seven LovesSeven Loves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my memories
All my hopes
All my loves
They swore to me safety
They guaranteed to me calmness
My house was made of wood and love
My house was made deep in a forest
I was called Snow White and they were my 7 loves
I lived my life being tied with chains
This house was my freedom
I was smiling and dancing by the fire on winter
I was picking flowers and singing on Summer
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my beloved
They swore to me loyalty
But they took swords and run away to fight dragons
And I was left alone
now my house is a fairy tale of the North
I am a lost soul searching for my 7 loves
One of them is already an angel in the skies
The rest fight dragons and save princesses
And I am dancing on my heart so I won't hear her screaming...
NorwayxReader: Happy Birthday, I love you!NorwayxReader: Happy Birthday, I love you!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gripping the red present with the white and blue stripped ribbon, you began to mentally prepare yourself for what lay ahead. 'I'm gunna tell him today...I'll give Norway the best birthday ever...I'll finally tell him how I really feel.'
Yes, today was your best friend and long-time crush's birthday and you promised yourself months before that you would tell him how you truly felt today.
Coming up to the Nordic home, you felt your stomach tie in a knot. 'Common __________...the worst that can happen is he says 'no' right?' You walked towards the door but found yourself standing there for a few minutes before actually deciding to knock.
"Hey Norge! I think that might be your girlfriend-" Was all you heard from inside. You assumed Norway was choking the loud Dane by the tie right about now, making you laugh a bit.
The door opened a bit to reveal your Finnish friend Tino, aka Finland. "Oh __________! It's nice to see you again." You both sha
The Ocean's InkI relate to the ocean within this ink of mine,The Ocean's Ink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Angered bodies, troubled waves,
I give the water this pen, my sword,
To battle all that isn't there.
For I speak no words, only draw their meaning,
In my minds color filled world,
The pencil, the paper, the thoughts have yet to unfurl.
Like the sky, clouded mind, black and white,
Blue and red, liquid blood, not the answer,
just the one she wants to use.
The ocean sighs, her breath in gasps,
Her touch lingers on the sand, but she's wanted back,
Back into the deep, dark nightmare,
Full of swirling bubbles that stand for lost words.
Rock to and fro in the dreamscape on your boat,
The landscape full of the talking, walking clouds,
The pillows that float just for you,
Your resting mind deprived of all doubts.
I'll tell you her angry, still, yet sad story,
Just bundle yourself at my feet,
It started with the ocean,
And ended in my pen and ink.
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.