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
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."
Sobriety's RiseSobriety's Rise2 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!
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
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
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.
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!
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
CensorshipCross out the words that are screaming the mostCensorship2 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."
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 Game2 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
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
Until Eternity's End.Until Eternity's End.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
Tara Duncan the Drinking GameTara Duncan the Drinking Game3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Tara Duncan : le jeu à boire.
Le jeu qui peut vous tuer même si vous le faites avec de l'eau !
-Buvez un verre chaque fois que Tara est décrite.
Deux si on décrit aussi sa tenue.
Trois si la tenue en question est pourpre et or.
Prenez une gorgée dès qu'on appelle Tara par son prénom et son nom de famille.
Buvez un verre chaque fois qu'un personnage remarque à quel point Tara est belle/intelligente/fascinante/impressionnante/etc.
Buvez un verre si la narration mentionne qu'un personnage n'aime pas Tara.
Deux s'il la respecte quand même.
Trois si le personnage est un méchant.
Buvez une gorgée chaque fois que Tara appelle son pouvoir.
Deux si on mentionne ses mains qui s'illuminent de bleu.
Un verre si elle perd le contrôle de sa magie.
Deux si elle utilise la pierre vivante.
Trois si elle fait une grosse démonstration de son pouvoir.
Et quatre si elle décolle, ses yeux deviennent enti
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
I Am So SorryI promised youI Am So Sorry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know I did
I am so sorry
I failed you both
I did not keep that promise
I did not protect you
I did not chase away the monsters
I did not scare away the shadows
I did something wrong and only now regret it
I screamed as they said it was you who had to pay
I hugged you close
I said it was all going to be alight
I heard your please
I tried to stop it but could not
I let them change you
I watched you loose yourself
I watched you prowl and grunt
I watched you whimper and beg
I watched you killed
I watched them collect the remains
I wept and screamed
I let it all happen
I Am So Sorry
The Senator's Daughter 7Life for Hugh and Megan fell into the familiarity of a steady, stable relationship. It was punctuated with the occasional snapping of photos by the press at public events, but that was the extent of the imposition on their lives. Though Megan remained in the public eye due to her blogging (which Hugh had begun reading, especially when he didn't have anything else to do at work), it felt like the intense heat he had first experienced when they went to the cancer fundraiser together had grown less scalding. With the Senator's failed Presidential bid receding further and further in the rearview mirror, it was almost as if Megan and Hugh were beginning to find a normal life together.The Senator's Daughter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then again, not many men ever had their girlfriends announce one night that they had to host a cocktail party on the other side of the country for more than half the Senate as part of the normal course of their relationship.
"Dad really would like to do a nice event and Mom can't get out of this speaking engag
Silken SilenceThere once was a little spider,Silken Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who wove a web on the windowsill,
insidious eyes always watching,
body tensed as if time was still.
The flies would never notice,
a figure as focused as he,
as they buzzed into their deathbed,
he would later feast with glee.
Mummified to be murdered,
lives wrapped away with white,
as his legs spun faster their hearts beat slower
till' they stopped squirming, gave up the fight.
If they had not been caught in the spiders web,
would have wandered wall to wall for days.
Their false freedom was gone, through they knew not,
glass would have stopped their escape anyways.
In the spider's mind a favour had been dealt,
the flies fates had been fulfilled.
Are we all just flies, no chance to survive,
killing time until we are killed?
Copyright ©2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
Loki x Reader - Serendipity: Chapter 2Against your original plan to play it safe and professional, you unceremoniously saunter into the interrogation room, pull your chair back, then sit and prop your feet on the table, left ankle crossing over your right.Loki x Reader - Serendipity: Chapter 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
â€œHey! Loki, right?â€
With an air of mild surprise at your insouciant entrance, he follows suit with a casual, â€œYes. And who might you be?â€ The words roll off his silver tongue in a single smooth wave of an accent so indubitably British that you almost forget that heâ€™s not just some foreign guy.
â€œI am Agent (l/n), head of the Communications Dept. of S.H.I.E.L.D.â€
â€œNot an hour ago, I heard Agent Romanoff call you â€˜Foxâ€™, if I am not mistaken.â€
You laugh a little then wave this off with a shrug, â€œSheâ€™s known me for a little while.â€
The Man - Loki x Reader (chap14)“So,” Loki started. “It’ll be awhile before we actually get to Norway. What to do, what to do…”The Man - Loki x Reader (chap14)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
“Well, looking at the ocean gets boring after awhile. Maybe we could play a board game or something?” You suggested.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Thor smiled.
“No, it sounds boring, brother,” Loki grunted.
“Oh, come on, Loki. Have some fun, at least!” You smiled.
“Maybe in a little while,” he mumbled, looking out at the ocean.
You sighed, “Okay fine… Come on, Thor.”
You and Thor headed down to the lower area of the ship, finding a game of chess and started playing. An hour or so later, Thor was asleep after eating a whole bunch of food. You sat there bored, then remembered Loki was still up there. You quietly got up and peeked out to see what he was doing. He was just staring out at the ocean.
“What is he do
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? "Is this going to become a regular thing?" I ask, still drowsy from fainting.[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? 1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, if you don't like it, I suppose not," he replies, wrapping my arm back around his shoulder so that he can help support me.
"Never said that," I mumble. I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. We say nothing after that, wandering for a while.
"Where are we going?" I ask, it hurting to speak.
"Well, now we're definitely getting a hotel. It's getting dark anyways. Louvre's probably closing, if not closed already. If we're gonna spend time looking at art, we're not doing it in a manner of quickness," the Doctor says, shifting his weight.
Opening the door to our room, the Doctor picks me up bridal style and saunters into the room, closing the door behind us.
"Didn't know you were so strong," I choke, my voice hoarse.
"You underestimate me, dear ______," he replies, raising one eyebrow.
I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes. I felt so weak. It had been getting worse the farther we walked
Loki x Reader - A servants love (Ch.2)Chapter 2: Celebrity StatusLoki x Reader - A servants love (Ch.2)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It took you a while to find the kitchen due to being new in the castle but once you did it was easy to find what you were looking for. Everything was neatly organized in the kitchen which made you a bit happy. Though once you opened the cabinet to the tea you faced another problem. What kind of tea did he want? There were all sorts and you didn't know if you picked the wrong one what would happen. You swallowed your fear and picked a random packet. Next you set the tea tray up and prepared it to be brought to the library.
“Now if I were a library where would I be?” You pondered before remembering a spell and feeling a little dumb for not using it to get to the kitchen. You closed your eyes and whispered another spell. With that you were able to see the directions to the library that wasn't too far away. When your vision returned to normal you made your way to the library.
When you opened the doors to the library your mouth nearly dropped. The roo