ScorchCrystal spires weeping prism bladesScorch10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shock, shatter, coaxing flame
Unfettered feathered helix wings
Undulating, yowling, torrid dreams
The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see the love that enters here among the human race.
Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of ReconciliationI am a book blogger.Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of Reconciliation2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Since not everyone is familiar with the term, I'll go ahead and lay it out for you. I read, analyze, and write about books. I give my opinion on characters, setting, genre, style, and sometimes even covers. I say what works, what doesn't, and what I'd like to see.
In short, I criticize.
Back - back foul demon! Burn the witch! Don't come anywhere near me!
Yeah, I know you're all thinking it. What gives me the right to rifle through someone's hard work and put its flaws on display? Who do I think I am, slandering authors with false interpretations and quotes made out of context?
I'm a writer.
Yeah, of nothing but muck and lies.
No, no, I mean I write my own fiction. Or at least I did.
What, couldn't take some of your own medicine?
Yes and no.
Like most writers, I crave exposure. I want my work out there, read by the masses and enjoyed. DeviantArt, my blog, they're both small outlets where my writing can be seen.
But, as most writers
You're Too YoungIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?You're Too Young3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right now, what he really wanted to know was, if an engine revs in a city and only mindless zombies are around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?
Kavinsky smirked to himself as he passed another light, one that was no longer working. He thought himself pretty clever. His smile was short lived however as he noticed he was driving on fumes. He began scanning the occasional cars he passed and saw many of them had their fuel tanks pried and left open. Damn. If the people here had actually scavved petrol from other cars the EU's rescue efforts must've been just as shitty as everyone thought they were. This particular city wasn't too big but it was ravaged completely by the zombies. The other town he'd been in before (why didn't he top it off there?) was still okay but they were paranoid about their fucked up neighboring city.
The (sort of) zombie hated driving slow but he had to so he
This Fruit Called LoveI understand we didn't make itThis Fruit Called Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say
Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten
So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too late
Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 5It was so strange. Jane always hated Jeff. But, she felt so safe in his arms. The two danced to the slow-playing music. Most of the proxies were watching, both happy and shocked at the same time.Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't speak. Just listen to the music." Jeff's voice was calm and happy. That wasn't very usual for him. Jane blushed and smiled. She was shocked when Jeff began to hum to the music. If it were any other time, she would try and kill him. But why not now? "Jane."
"....I'm sorry." That phrase shocked Jane. Jeff was sorry?
"....About all the crap I pulled these past few years. For hurting you." Jeff looked at Jane. His eyes were very soft looking. Jane blushed.
"No. It's not. And I promise I'll make it up to you." Jeff looked her straight in the eyes. Now he was blushing. "I..." Before he could say anything else, Jane leaned in and kissed him. Jeff's face turned bright red.
"D'aww! How cute!" Zalgo chirped. Red smiled brightly.
going, going, going...going.going, going, going...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
he wasn't the kind of boy you brought home,
but the kind you fell for the minute
his smile turned to you;
the kind who's eyes haunted your dreams.
winter was warm spent in the circle of his arms,
not a single chill invaded the space
between his hands and his heart;
the space you tried desperately to occupy.
he wasn’t one who took well to apologizing,
but how the I'm sorry's fell from his lips
when you tried to leave;
the door never seemed further away.
summer beat down on you with all its might,
and as the heat came so too did his temper
which made you want to cry for help;
you took to hiding the bruises instead.
he wasn't always this way with you,
but when the anger came
he changed before your eyes;
you kept thinking it was your fault.
this time there was no oxygen left for forgiveness,
he'd knocked it from your lungs
and left you breathless on the floor;
you didn't notic
what my mother told meit's lovewhat my mother told me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the superficial way:
her neck perfectly encased in that space of his neck
that used to be reserved for me.
no I'm not disgusted
disillusioned and disenchanted
like Cinderella after she came down from her high
and realized that she was imagining things.
well, that's how my mother told it.
yes, my lines were uneven,
but you could've read between them still.
was I too complicated,
too hard to understand,
too bright sometimes,
then rapidly fading to black?
were you drowning,
a tragic incident,
oh, an overdose of color,
what a shame.
you're Hollywood when you're with her
but it's low-budget,
fucked up beyond david lynch if it's me.
I thought train wrecks were beautiful too.
oh, but that's just what my mother told me.
Kurotalia Pt. 1This is just a short chapter to see if anyone is interested~ trust me, there is MUCH more!!Kurotalia Pt. 13 years ago in Comedy More Like This
One day in the Phantomhive household....
*Ciel is Writing*
Ciel: Don't even start that again. I remember last time when you said that and this whole freakish incident happened and- Aww Crap...Why are we HERE again? (See Random filler, link in description)
Sebastian: Beats me...
Ciel:...Anyway, what do you want, Sebastian?
Sebastian: Well, apparently, we are to expect a visit from Alois and Claude today~
Ciel: You're kidding right? BOTH OF THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!
Sebastian: Yeah....I know, but they make the story flow...
Alois: WE'RE HEE-EERE!!!
Ciel: Aww great, just great.
Alois: Come on Claude! Show them your new alive face
Alois: *Grabbing Claude's shirt and pulling him forward* Come on, Claudey!!
Sebastian:....Claude? *Looks closer* Huh...either everyone on this room has grown, or you've gotten shorter...
Claude(?): *Adjusting gla
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
Vampire!Arthur x Reader: Part XVIIIVampire!Arthur x Reader: Part XVIII2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Heaven help in all of our battles." Globus.
"But how!?" I yelled, holding Feli's shoulders.
"He went into the forest to pick ingredients without Berwald and got kidnapped!" Feli explained.
"Alfred, Chika, and Matthew went by themselves to the mansion!?" Arthur yelled, grabbed Feli. Feli flinched at his firm grip at his wrist.
"Si we need to go help! The plan is completely ruined!" Feli said, "Lutz is already getting ready to leave as well."
"I'll go with him." I said, "I said I would fight and I will." I already began to walk to the pathway that led to the mansion.
"__________!" Arthur called, grabbing my hand and holding it, "Have you forgotten about me?" I blushed and looked back at Romano who was standing there frozen. Feliciano was already coming with us.
"Romano ?" I called out, "You coming?"
"I guess " Romano sighed, "You two can't do anything if I'm not around. Sempre baci!"
I giggled as we began to walk back to the house, to go
HeartmindWe lost electricity on the night you left meHeartmind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thoughts and I can't miss them
like I miss the cradle of the river,
like I miss the firm grip of the circular,
like I miss the existential faith we had in nature
and her artistic lover to take us home.
Poison Cupcakes 2P!EnglandXReaderXEngland Ch. 8Poison Cupcakes 2P!EnglandXReaderXEngland Ch. 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dieing!?" you accidentally cried out lould.
Artie looked at you odd. He cocked his head and gave you a confused look. "Dieing...? What do you mean by that?" he asked.
Oh gott did you just say that out lould? Man is this embarrassing...What are you going to say to him? You stumbled for the right words.
"Er, well I'm...dieing to eat this! That's all!" you said. What a bad lie.
"Hm, okay. Well why don't you and see what it tastes like?" he smiled.
"O...okay..." you were still staring at the cupcake, uncertain. You didn't know what he put In these... It seemed like something bad when you heard Arthur's voice.
'Well I hope you enjoy dieing today.' made you think something was up. But what you wanted to know was why spouse kept hearing the voices in your head that sounded like Arthur when Arthur was standing right in front of you...
Should you ask him what he put? Well if he did put something...why would he tell you? So you were at a loss.
'Ugh, when I came here I wasn't expecting a day fil
Friday the 13th - Blind!Arthur Friday the 13th was a day that Arthur was very fond with. When he was able to see, he would always pull little ungentlemanly pranks on his friends and family. That just happened to be the only day when he allowed himself to change to a more fun and entertaining personality. But now that he's blind, more danger awaits him.Friday the 13th - Blind!Arthur2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And that day was today.
Arthur Kirkland woke up one Friday morning in January. He felt around in his bed, to make sure everything was in the right place. He then rolled over and felt his braille calender, now knowing today was Friday the 13th, 2012. Arthur smiled deviously, almost like he knew exactly what he was going to do. He hopped off of his bed and felt his was towards the bedroom door, in his clothes that he had slept in. He went down to his somewhat small kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a big wine bottle. Arthur opened the bottle and drank straight from it, taking in a deep swig of the wine.
on watching the night close its eyes on you1. I will not tell youon watching the night close its eyes on you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are pretty.
How can the halls and angles of such honest humanity
be so pinched between sounds as elementary as these?
2. You need not be two stringent boughs of syllables
nor weave your viney bones abreast these five petty letters,
whirling in the fire of the river
Do not attempt to peel yourself layer for layer,
leaving all the disgust behind.
Do not tally your body six lines
too short, hemming the holes into
puckers red as those volcanoes of strength
bursting at the base of your hips.
3. Blood is not satisfaction.
Blood is not patience, waiting for the rooms to empty
Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 2Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were sitting on the bed in Oliver's spare room, trembling slightly, not knowing what to think about the ghost girl.
Ring ring, hello? Ring ring, hello.
Your cell phone rang with the familiar voices of the pink and purple unicorns from Charlie the Unicorn.
Ring ring, hello? Ring ring, hel-
You picked it up.
"_____!! Where are you!?" you heard Spring shout into your ear. "Why aren't you home!? I'm so worried, and I didn't know what happened to you, and-"
You cut her off, "Spring, I'm fine. I'm just spending the night away from home, that's all."
"Did you find a guy? Come on, spill!!"
"There's nothing to say."
"You lie! Tell meee!!!"
You groaned, "Spring, there's nothing to tell you, except that I'm going to be away from home for a few days, alright?"
"... Okay... Stay safe, okay _____?" You raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"
"I just have a feeling that you might be doing something risky... So just... Be careful, alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be alright."
"Say you'll be careful."
A Promise Chapter 1 - The New MaidA Promise Chapter 1 - The New Maid2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just to let you know I will add some notes to the story if I need to at the end or the beginning of each chapter. This is completely fan based on the anime/manga Black Butler. This story will not be part of the same storyline as the anime or manga but it will have the same characters and feel to it as the original (hopefully). The character I added to the story is my own and the new storyline is mine as well. Also letting you know now, there is no YAOI in it!!! Thank you for your time.
P.S. I love feedback. If I have any mistakes in the spelling, please NOTE me.
Name: Ramona Branswell
Age: In early twenties
Eye Color: Red and sometimes Blue
Hair Color: Black and Silver/White
The clouds were gray, the night was eerie. The wind blew hard making the rain blast against the windows of the Phantomhive residence. Lightning lighting up the clouds; you could see the shadows of the trees and bu
Across the Dimensions READERxENGLANDYou screamed as the portal opened and you fell onto a wooden surface. Damn it..you cursed in your head as you sat up. The transporter on Cybertron seemed to move you to a different dimension. How were the Autobots going to- sudden screams and gasps turned your attention away from the battle you were just in. You realized you were sitting on a large circular table which almost a hundred people were sitting at. "Is that a spy?!" Someone cried out. People started to get up and reach for you but your reflexes made you jump and scramble off the table without being touched. A week before, you wouldn't have been able to do this, but being with the Cybertronians seemed to change your fitness. Your dark blue hoodie stayed on, covering your (h/c) hair from view. Down the halls you ran, hearing feet moving behind you, but steadily the noises disappeared. You gasped for breath as you reached what seemed to be the front entrance. "You there!" A voice called out. It was from aAcross the Dimensions READERxENGLAND2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
England x Reader Forever Loved part 3England X Reader Forever Loved part 3England x Reader Forever Loved part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Sad or Sorrowful stories
The doctors promised you a check up that day so Arthur decided to wait for you outside. You promised him that you were going to be fine and that it's just a little illness, ''there's nothing to worry about'' you told him. After the check up, the doctors told you bad news.
''I'm sorry ________, your heart is failing and blood hasn't been circulating regularly as it had been before this incident. The only cure is that someone is to donate their heart to you but we haven't been getting any recent donations here in this hospital ''
You nodded and decided that if you were going to die, this would be the last time to see Arthur. You were placed into your bed again. Arthur helped you up, ''what happened, is there good news?''
''I-'' you began to lie to him, ''It
The Dream Song of AnonymousThis is based off The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot. It might help to read Eliot's poem first, if you haven't before.The Dream Song of Anonymous3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I stay, then, alone,
When the dawn is straying from the sky
Like a child roaming the sea;
Dare I stay – amidst parades of kings,
The rising revolution
Of tranquil days in silk-spread beds
And colours of mayhem in blacks and reds:
Wind chimes that jingle without judgement
Without affront –
And follow the questioning wind, without answers –
Oh, do answer, "Why not?" and
Let me stay, and dream of a candle you lit.
On the beaches the men wander alone
Driven speechless by siren song.
The house fairies lie beneath the windows.
The sunflowers that house imps hang above the windows
Droop their petals precariously earthward at dusk
And hide from the night sky in cement cracks,
Hinder gravity come dayspring and soar sunwards,
Stir from their pot, rise fr