someday we will have our wingswhen i was young, i wanted to be a birdsomeday we will have our wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because we were children
and didn't know about sin yet.
when we played house,
you made a dinner of weeds and acorns
while i rocked the baby to sleep.
we dreamed of flying
when i was older, i settled for being a pilot
secretly, because we were born sinners
and the way we loved wa
Phan: Forgive Me Father, For I Have SinnedTitle: Forgive Me Father, For I Have SinnedPhan: Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Genre: Smut / AU
Rating: NC-17 (i.e. my specialty)
Warnings: Priest!Phil, things religious people shouldn't be up to oops
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!
"Thank you, Lord, for your presence at this service. Thank you for your cleansing Words and helpful guidance," Father Philip calls out, spreading his arms out widely, his vestment seemingly giving him wings, "Forgive us, Father, of all of our sins and iniquities. Remould us, Lord; mould us as you would have us be. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen."
A chorus of Amens echo around the spacious church, some enthusiastic, some tired. All a force of habit.
Father Philip slowly lowers his arms and smiles joyfully at the rows of worshippers- before his eyes are drawn to the harsh creak of tall, metal double-doors. A boy that has been showing his face quite a lot recently stands with rain-soaked clothing. Almost on queue, a boom of thunder sounds
Compromise of YouReproductively speaking you're my perfect matchCompromise of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your suburban promises of
mediocrity and valium tempt the coward in me
easily, we could be this
typicality prop me up like a cardboard cutout
and I'll keep my hair long for you
and I love the way you love Mark Twain, patriotically
but I'm more of a Virginia Woolf
and I love the way your large hands
make me look so socially archetypal
You're my perfect accessory, dear
Imagine: you could call me sweetheart
and I'll call you honey bear,
and I love the way you love James Joyce, academically
but I prefer Proust
and I will wear your ring, legally
and you can touch my shoulder
or hold my hand even in public
I am tempted by the compromise of you
the beauty of your conventional promise intoxicates me
you would pull me by my ring finger
up out of this ditch of persecuted minority
I love the way you love me, Romeo
but I long for the poisonous lips of Juliet
So I'll stand for the stoning
and cut my hair short
The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Far away part 3"This isn't your problem. Leave." He hissed. We were staying at a small motel with the little pocket money we had.Far away part 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gokudera, this is my problem because its concerning you. Besides, your the one who dragged me out of my house." I said, sitting down behind him on the bed so he was sitting in between my legs, and my back was against the head board of the bed.
I started to gently rub his back, placing my hands on his shoulders and massaging his shoulder blades with my thumbs. He let out a grunt of pleasure from my touch.
"Why are you such an idiot?"
"I'm not an idiot, I just love you." I used the palm of my hands to get the lower of his back, giving his neck a light kiss. We sat in silence for awhile. He laid against my stomach, resting the back of his head on my shoulder. I stopped massaging him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I looked down into his green eyes, and I could tell he was in deep thought.
"We can probably go back to my house tomorrow. I don't think he will be there."
The ClosetI.The Closet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had a dream
that sprung legs and ran ahead into the closet in front of my bed;
the door swung shut behind it, and I fell asleep with my eyes wide
watching bright fantasies that were not mine to see.
The sun flushed into my room and swallowed me up in its light
sometime between me playing with my eyelashes and mumbling
to the walls. I leaped toward the closet door and tugged it open.
It was empty.
I had a dream that my closet was calling to me like a giant
with curious white eyes; I woke up asleep on its floor
with my blanket tucked into my arms. I stayed in there
all day and refused to leave even when the father
called for me. I wanted to hear her heart beat.
I had an idea,
but it only came weeks later when I sat down to dinner.
The parents avoided eye contact; I was the child who slept
on the closet floor, the one with the silly mind.
The idea was simple. I lied in bed as still as the moonlight,
my mind hummed like the creatures swarming beneath me.
When the lights were
Phan: A Wet Dream from Mint GreenTitle: A Wet Dream from Mint GreenPhan: A Wet Dream from Mint Green2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Aggressive Phil , accidentally based in Manchester apartment
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!
"I can't fucking believe you, you little shit!" Phil bellowed into Dan's face, causing him to begin moving backwards, "I can't fucking BELIEVE you would do this to me!"
Dan's mouth swung open and closed before he could stutter out a weak, "but Phil - it's not like I wanted you to be fired -" Cutting him off, Phil quickly slammed him against the wall and gripped harshly at his shoulders.
"Phil, Dan.. we've just gotten back our reports and research information." a man dressed solely in mint green smiled (falsely) at the two. Dan and Phil only knew that he was the boss of the BBC, and therefore someone whose arse they most definitely had to lick until they hit bone.
The Mint Green man moved a hand up to his bald head and gave it an awkward rub, indicating that the news wa
I Am....I am the loud but hidden girl.I Am....3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others.
I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs.
I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes.
I want to comfort the people in pain.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
I pretend to be the one altering lives.
I feel the pain others sense.
I touch the inner tears we hide.
I worry that individuals are in agony.
I cry for those who hide in a crowd.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
I understand not everyone can be blissful.
I say it is something the whole world should fight for.
I dream of a life full of smiles.
I admire those who strive to help these people.
I try to hold back the hurt from others.
I hope to change the views of another.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
PancakesPancakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girl, I'm gunna do you like pancakes
Lay you down
Spread my hot syrup all over you
Mix it with your melted butter
and eat you all up
Pajamas - FrerardSometimes, strange things happen around our tour bus.Pajamas - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living on tour is never boring.
Okay, yeah, sometimes it is boring.
But what I mean is it's interesting. The four of us each have our own respective personalities, and living together on a bus is like throwing those personalities into a blender on puree and then voila! You have a strange blend of zany, chaotic, activity and muddled body clocks, weird smells, and a lot of coffee.
It's difficult to have very much privacy or breathing space, no matter what bus upgrade we've earned this time around. For example, when someone (Ray) falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, there is absolutely nowhere to sit unless you fancy being sardined in your bunk for the time said person is snoozing the day away.
Then there's the bathroom, which is a toxic gas chamber, especially when the catering menu offers Mexican food. I swear it needs to be fumigated before I will ever go in there other than to take an emergency shower
Rain Of ColorRain Of Color3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Color
All of the struggles I had to endure
I always desperately held on
It was a day after day ritual
Learning to stay strong
Different advice from the wise
I had to fuse it all together
And make sense of every voice
I couldn't allow my hope to wither
Believe in the soul
Embrace the heart
It's what makes you whole
It defines who you really are
Envision the dreams
As if they're real
Remember where you've been
Know that every wound will heal
Every scar tells a story / Every step is towards glory
There's always a chance to triumph / There's always a time for resonance
We always pick ourselves back up / There's no such thing as enough
Born to live free / Alive to feel peace
Hold onto that spark
Even if it's not much
It'll guide you through the dark
It'll help you when you're lost
Compare not to others
Live at your own pace
It always gets better
Faith never really fades
I've made it to this place
Where finally I realize
I've journeyed through the pain
And I have
Let The Wounds Be UndoneLet The Wounds Be Undone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let The Wounds Be Undone
I heal to just be healed again...
So many wounds to mend...
My body feels no end...
Without pain there can be no relief
Last resort hope gives birth to belief
I knew there was always something better
I prayed for the days ahead to get brighter
As I lay in ruin
I feel my heart still beating
Pieces of destruction
Can be transformed into pieces of creation
Forgot about yesterday / I only know of today
The light sparks my way / Pushed the darkness away
Life is what I'm fighting for / You can't hurt me anymore
I'm stronger than before / The broken pieces are now whole
I wave my tarnished hands
Over my torn skin
My heart's no longer glass
This is my despair vanishing
I lift up my remains
And let go of the past
It's just another memory
But now here I stand
Tears will become numb!
Scars will be overcome!
Let the wounds be undone!
I Would Die for YouHers are not the first eyes he meets.I Would Die for You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He whirls after one of the very last monsters explodes into dust, his hair turned to gold in the dying light. He finds the girl he is looking for, the pretty brunette with the ever-changing eyes.
His eyes shine with fierce pride as he sees Piper not only holding on her own, but helping whoever is needing a hand. Her face is flushed with effort and she is panting, but her expression is bright and she is shining with an Aphrodite-esque charm.
The air smells of rain and blood. Red puddles are forming at the demigod's feet, painting a scene of despair and hopelessness. Every few meters or so, a broken sword or a pierced-through armor can be found reflecting the dull glow of the last rays of sun.
But Reyna knows better than to be fooled by the appearances. Once she had arrived with the Romans and Greeks reinforcements, she was relieved to see they were in time: the battle had just begun. Now they were, by far, the winning side. Reyna curls her lips slig
Sobriety's RiseSobriety's Rise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I exiled you from my veins
You will never affect me again
Take with you the very worst of me
I will no longer be a part of thee!
Too long have my eyes been closed
So many years have passed in vain
I couldn't let the road ahead get any worse
I'm no longer a victim of your taint
I dwell no more- in those old woes
Though I regret the pain I allowed myself to sustain
Mirrors don't snare / Family doesn't glare
This hope I bear / I've made it here
Cleansed my spirit away / Allowed scars to fade
Embraced the change / Unlocked the cage
My dreams no longer weep
The nightmares refuse to reimmerse
I can move forward if I really believe
I was able to get passed the hurt
'cause I forgave myself for being weak
I am not drowning myself anymore!
Deemed my recovered soul worthy
I accepted the gift of clarity
Today- I am alive
Watch me rise!
Waiting for SomeoneHours. Days. Weeks. Nico lost count on how long the tall, dark-skinned teenager-who looked vaguely familiar, yet Nico couldn't quite remember his name- stood there.Waiting for Someone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Not that the security ghouls hadn't tried to move him- they had.
"You can't stay here, kid. Elysium awaits you," the ghouls would insist every time.
The boy would shake his head stubbornly and twist the white fabric of his T-shirt anxiously, then bite his lip. "I'm waiting for someone," he would answer back, too, every time.
He had been judged not long ago, and as soon as they veredicted Elysium for him, he gave a brief, white-thoothed smile toward the judges and proceeded to make his way to the paradise's gate. But that was it; he refused to go in.
Nico squinted to see better- he had seen this boy somewhere. Still, he kept himself pressed against one of the dark, jagged rocks that seemed oh-so-abundant in the Underworld, doing his best to not be noticed by him.
One day, not too long ago after Beckendorf (was that his name?
In The RainfallIn The Rainfall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In The Rainfall
Dripping with blame
Bound by hate
I felt your anger
I held my pieces together
I always wait for the right moment-
To finally break down
I need the pain to flow perfect-
To let it all out
I'm reaching for my tainted core / I won't let you corrupt me anymore
You will not be a part of me / This is not how it's going to be
I always wait for the oncoming storm-
That's the only time
Endure it all until the promised calm-
Just to call it mine
I am myself again
You're gone with the rain
I am my own protection
I can rise above the destruction
Jayna: Only You (For Emmilinne)From a distance, even in the midst of all the chaos and bloodshed in the war, the daughter of Bellona could see two figures in battle armor – a son of Jupiter and a daughter of Aphrodite. Reyna stared at the couple intently, watching every move, every gesture, everything. He gently caressed her cheek and smiled gratefully at her as if she was the best thing to ever happen to him, and gave her a good luck kiss on her lips as he rode off to battle. Smiling, the daughter of Aphrodite drew out her dagger and joined the war.Jayna: Only You (For Emmilinne)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Reyna eyed Jason ride Tempest to battle, his sky blue eyes burning with an insane desire to destroy the enemy army. He had been her best friend from as long as she could remember, and she would hate to admit it, but she liked him more than a friend. As they grew older, she realized that the son of Jupiter could be the only one she’ll ever love. When they toppled the throne of Kronos and won their war, he kissed her good night for the first time ever.
When War Was Just A Game*Warning: if you are a hardcore Reyna fan than do not proceed. I cannot be held responsible for any emotional trauma caused by this story. If you choose to proceed, heedless of my warning, then do so with caution AND DON'T FRIGGIN BLAME ME, MJTism. That is all.When War Was Just A Game3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Reyna had a very good memory.
She remembered fear when Jason went missing and fear when she thought he wouldn’t remember her. She remembered fear when Percy set the pirates free on Circe’s island. She remembered fear when she found out she was a half-blood when she was seven.
She remembered pain. Pain when Hylla decided to go her own way. Pain when Jason walked in with Piper. Pain when New Rome was fired upon.
And when Jason left with the upstarts.
Maybe that was betrayal she’d felt.
But right at that moment, when she stared out the massive glass windows of the Plaza onto the streets of New York, preparing to attack Camp Half-Blood, Reyna remembered something els
Rain Of ThunderRain Of Thunder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Thunder
I took the gift of light for granted-
Assuming I would always see
But when my world darkened-
My fears took the best of me
And I would give anything
Just to see a spark or a glow
But my faith was also fading
Withering away like my hope
The only sight I had
Was beyond the walls in my mind
But they were just figments from the past
A false savior that I could only hide behind
The shadows were becoming my mask
It was shielding me from living my life
The skies rumbled ominously / Like cries echoing sorrowfully
I felt rain falling endlessly / Like infinite liquid apologies
Reality shed the blackness / The roars fiercely pierced
My eyes ignited the darkness / The heavens suddenly burst
What once was lost
Can also be found
For effects without a cause
Nothing would ever be returned
Our paths will once again cross
For destiny is bound
The lowest of the low-
I have seen
The whovian alphabetA is for Angel you freeze with your eyeThe whovian alphabet3 years ago in Humor More Like This
B is for Box that the Doctor can fly
C is for Custard, a fish-finger treat
D is for Danger; you never retreat
E is for Explosion; a good time to run
F is for Friendship- always good fun
G is for golf and for grassy golf balls
H is for Help when he answers our calls
I is for Ice cream, and that's always sad
J is for Jammy Dodger, which make daleks mad
K is for Kestrel, which things often aren't
L is for Leadworth; the upper part
M is for Manual he threw in a star
N is for New Earth; a bad place for a car
O is for Ood, living only to serve
P is for Pompeii that he couldn't preserve
Q is for Question that must not be asked
R is for Rassilon, who ruled in the past
S is for Sonic, which doesn't do wood
T is for Time Lord, who weren't always good
U is for U.N.I.T., protecting the earth
V is for Venus; best give it a wide berth
W is for Wibbly, the lever to use
X is for EXtra shielding; what a cruise ship could use
Y is for Yeti, fascinating to see
CensorshipCross out the words that are screaming the mostCensorship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that you need so badly, you deprive yourself of
Please do (and please don't)
I can't keep all these thoughts inside
(Let it be, you say.)
Sometimes I just want to explode
Flooding the world with these ideas,
these wild dreams
I don't care what you think.
I just need to let somebody know how I feel
You may pick yourself out of the rubble
when it's all said and done,
But as for me, I'll be dusting off my hands
putting them on my hips
Looking unashamed at everything
"Censor that, publishers."