England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
Goodnight My LoveGoodnight My Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
goodnight my love
i no longer wish to wake
can not resist the urge to sleep
a deep death sleep
no more do i want the bright light of life
it burns my eyes
and every breath sears my throat
i choke on every inconsequential beat of my heart
goodnight my love
the dream was sweet
saccharine in its promises
but the reality sours on my tongue
it tastes of bitter anger and spoiled hope
and has become too foul to swallow
too sharp to touch
my hands bleed from holding it too tight
goodnight my love
it is not your fault
there was just too much pain
and now i will sleep it all away
hidden deep within from the bite of this cruel life
curled around what little of me is left
like a small vein of gold in a mountain
because i was golden once
Elysian FieldsElysian fieldsElysian Fields3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A brisk wind haunts the desolate temperamental sky.
One tree stands solitary against the turbulence.
They wander aimlessly among the white flowers.
Of course they avoided it, with its dark charcoal exterior,
And its multiple coarse rigid fingers.
All light seemed to gradually disintegrate the closer they got to it.
The shade of flowers change to a darker more sinister tone,
Sometimes changing to a ruby red colour.
They have no place, expressionless faces wince with frustration.
They are doomed to an eternity of bleakness,
Trapped they seek purpose, meaning.
But they almost made it
Feet stomp back and forth
'Were good enough to be up there'
Grey eyes fill with resentment.
A lifetime of nothingness is what they will have to endure.
A perpetual golden glow can be seen in the distance
And sometimes If they lean closer towards the ground.
The screams of the others can be heard along with the faint stench of burning.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Ever fallen in love?*Ever fallen in love?6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
...with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?
I can feel you stirring again inside of me, like an itch I’ve just scratched which bubbles away under my skin, not quite becoming fully fledged, but crying for attention; a child’s painting left out in the rain to ruin. Is it love? …or is it simply an obsession, burning away at my heart: eating and corroding my rationality until I feel I cannot bear it any longer, until I feel it consuming me, its long amber tongue flickering and smouldering as it wraps itself around my heart, constricting, squeezing, making me gasp for the air we breathe together.
I long to touch you, hold you close to me and feel your heart beat quicken, entwining with the rhythm of my own. Insecurity laces my tongue, holding me back as I see you now through the eyes of a lover, uncontested perfection. You walk past me, looking at me as a knight would a beggar, seeing only rags and melancholic
Prussia X Shy! Reader: Part 1Prussia X Shy! Reader: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Stay tuned for more chapters
You let out a quiet gasp as you saw Elizabeta and Gilbert kiss. Your feet just automatically moved. You ran with tears coming out of your eyes, you didn't care where you were going, as long as you were far away from him.
The duo, from the Bad Touch Trio, Francis and Antonio were dragging you to who knows where.
You tried getting away, but both of them got a hold of your arms.
They stopped in front of the boy's locker and you gave them both a confused glance. They smirked and shoved you inside, closing it.
You quickly got up and banged on the door.
"P-Please let me out!" you begged but you heard nothing in response.
You sobbed quietly and collapsed on the floor. You were really scared of being alone by yourself. You didn't like it. It made you feel like no one cared about your existence. Well, even if you were surrounded by people, no one would notice you anyway. You were really shy and didn't like at
GermanyxReader Part 1 - EnchantedGermanyxReader Part 1 - Enchanted3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A sigh left your mouth for possibly the millionth time that night. The man beside you laughed and politeness required you to force one out as well. You turned your head away and let the laughter die in your throat as it was replaced by a blank stare that you hoped hid your sadness. Why were you even here, you wondered as your friend and roommate Elizabeta continued making conversation with the man beside you. Oh yeah. Liz had wanted to come here before the movie you two were going to go see. And more likely than not she'd end up bringing a guy along and you'd be a third wheel. Again. As you recalled, this wasn't the first time you had been in this situation. And it certainly wasn't going to be the last. Liz insisted that you were too uptight and depressing, but she didn't understand. She had men falling at her feet. You? Not so much. Try not at all. It was hard not to let it get to you; her dragging you to parties even though you were adamant about the fact that you r
Did They KnowDid they know?Did They Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think they realised.
Realised at one stage there words would be studied in great detail,
They just wrote
Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath
None of them knew that some day there work would be worshipped and criticised.
They couldn't have known their words would become timeless and immortal.
Now each word has a new meaning;
A meaning which may not have been initially intended.
Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference,
Metaphors explored in new ways,
Similes expanded on and questioned.
Imagery perceived through different eyes
Some try to understand the authors mindset,
Others apply there own meaning and sentiment.
Writing is personal but not necessarily biographical,
Alternate personas can be adopted.
The picture painted may not exist
No matter how much evidence we gather.
We look for things that aren't actually evident,
Things we would like to be true.
But in truth there just simply
arranged words on a page.
Hanging by a ThreadEyes stitched shutHanging by a Thread5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But sight is what I seek
Mouth closed tight
But I look for words to speak
Without a mind
My thoughts are seething
And without a pulse
I continue breathing
Skin cold as ice
For I have metal plates for bones
Cannot hear a thing
So I am left here alone
Cannot move now
So instead I lie
I am not dead
But I am not alive
To boot. Francis x Mother reader.To boot. Francis x Mother reader.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were standing in the dark, cell phone to your ear, staring at a darkened house. It was 'her' house...that b***'s house, that cheaters house. Disgusting.
~Mon Ami i know you you are trying to cheer me up but i zink i just need to be alone for aw'ile.~
"NO FRANCIS!!!" you yelled into the device.
"I will not have you running around crying all because some Bitch ripped your heart out! i will not accept it because you have Matthew to look after!!! He's our son and i will not have you put that child through shit because you were a dumbass!!!"
You stood there huffing and puffing as you remembered what happened.
You and Francis had a thing when you two were in high school. Sadly when you two were thinking about marriage and starting a life together his parents came up with a arranged marriage deal. You knew he had no choice so you broke it off, you both were 23 at this time. After a couple months you found out you were pregnant.
You tried to keep it secret but that bitch M
What are Books?They are carriages to another worldWhat are Books?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an escape from day to day life
Records of peoples hopes and dreams
relievers of any strife.
They can shield us from sadness
make us laugh and make us cry
They are the best friends one could ask for
they never hurt or lie.
They can tell us stories
they can teach us fact
You can travel to a whole new world
by of opening one the simple act.
forever lightforever light5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw me into your pyramid of pain
built on the blocks of terrible torture
on a life time of loving poisoned women
have I become your new medium of melancholy
in my scarred horrific beauty and anguish
I taste familiar on your lips, like past delicacies
etch into me how they hurt you
and their mistakes I won't repeat
I will make my own mistakes of course
because I am woman in every sinful sense
sketch to me of hurt
of unending nights of pleasure
days of confusion
tell me I may be nothing
tell me I am your everything
say to me that my words pierce your heart
still your breath
kill your hopes
draw them back to me, slap me to my senses
make me see you
in the way I was never seen
in that forever light, in that future beam
no worshiping, ruling side by side
lion and lioness
king and queen
demon and temptress
bathe me in your forever lights and future beams
make me believe again
in possibilities and dreams
MonstersWhat do monsters look like? Are they fanged and pale? Do they hide under our beds and in our closets? No, the real monsters of this world are not vampires or werewolves. They are our peers. They kill us with words not with fangs. They hide in the very depths of our minds making us believe that we are imperfect, making us believe that we don't belong. When will a superhero come and dry our tears? When will a hero come and rescue us from such monsters? Never. The only way to stop this monster domination is kindness. Whenever your peer says something mean and hurtful to you be a hero and instead of saying something mean back like the monster lurking inside of you wants you to do, say something nice. Turn the other cheek. If you do that then it will spread like a wildfire killing all of the monsters around you within weeks.Monsters3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
City of Burning Bridges"I've always liked the sunsetCity of Burning Bridges4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Much better than the sunrise,
But boy let me tell you, days like this,
Watching the horizon burning,
It's almost enough
To start my heart beating again."
So says, Pittsburgh
Inspired by the Greece in your eyes
I decided to anthropomorphize my deities.
Pittsburgh became a man.
Somewhere between svelte and scrawny,
Eyes some color beyond description.
But inexplicably loved.
He and I have a lot in common.
Pittsburgh became a man,
And he spoke to me through the sounds of traffic,
Until bored with his monologuing,
I talked back.
I told him,
"Looking at your skyline now,
It's okay that it will never be in a snowglobe."
I wanted to put my hand on his shoulder here,
If only I could find it.
I said "I even love the disembodied glowing logos
The floating corporate ghosts
That are all I can see through the haze.
The haze that is fog, not smog.
Pittsburgh, I understand your frustration
With that common misconception.
I know how it feels to
ApocalypticApocalyptic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
razor blade wishes
whispered from narcoleptic lips
filled with radioactive kisses
products of apocalyptic love trips
shadows dance on walls
made from the ashes of flesh
burnt in a past memory recall
when two made one, enmeshed
back into two, split clean asunder
by nuclear reactions from love to lover
clashing anger explodes loud like thunder
showering broken tears on bodies uncovered
lonely desolate ignored new wasteland
cataclysmic conversion from desire to dust
detonated by fingers on a lover's hand
this awesomely painful weapon is the bond of trust
Ode To Aunt RoseShe was the most beautiful of rosesOde To Aunt Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the garden of flowers
As kind and gentle hearted
Like an angel from heaven above
She was sweet to all she met
Her smile would enlighten the heart
As she had a big heart
A light so bright no darkness can penetrate
She would always keep a secret
No matter how outrageous or simple it was
She was an angel on earth
Loved animals and people
There to help them
Whenever she could
She was my godmother
And I her niece
She would be there for me
Whenever I had a problem
She would listen and comfort me
She always knew how to cheer me up
Even when she tickled underneath my chin
For I was quite ticklish when tickled there
She was a sweet woman who I loved so dear
Every season we would make cookies
Decorate them with various sprinkles
Although sometimes I loved to help decorate
I sometimes eat the dough for it was sweet
My Aunt's cookies always came out perfect
Not burnt or not too light or gooey
They were just perfect
Even when eating one
It tasted heavenly
An Ordinary WednesdayAn Ordinary WednesdayAn Ordinary Wednesday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep is the only form of escapism,
When I awake its back to reality.
Sitting at the side of bed gazing in to a mirror.
A hairy short being stares back at me,
His hands on a keyboard typing some sort of nonsense.
Movement can be seen in the background,
A foot emerges from underneath the covers.
Her angelic frame graces my bed.
She arises randomly to kiss me and returns to her slumber.
My mind is a beehive of thoughts,
Failing is becoming an customary feeling.
Yet her kiss seems to distract me,
For a while
But I've been here before.
This time is different.
It has to be,
A broken heart is like lightning.
It never strikes twice.
The time reads 11:11,
There is work I should be completing.
But my mind is astronomically vacant,
The keys are in the ignition
But no one is driving.
George Elliot's 'Silas Marner' sits on the cabinet
Half read and not at all understood.
A love for a child can save a man's sanctity.
Or is it just love in general?
A Nintendo DS Lite is p
The ShowThe showThe Show3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perpetually putting on a show,
Even when cameras are not declared.
Dominating the stage with confidence.
Outshining others delivering-
A polished performance.
Invariably searching for reassurance.
Elongating ever lasting soliloquies.
Permanently in the background
Like a vampire avoiding the lime light.
A shadows confidant,
Nikon's sworn mortal enemy.
Presence is always present
But never acknowledged.
Outcast within a cast.
The omnipotent director.
Intentional but inadvertently -
Altering their plots.
Presence is felt but never seen,
Enacting what has already been.
His credentials are constantly, controversially challenged.
We all have the same script,
Our narratives are predisposed.
We just act in different ways.
Regardless whether were aware.
The camera is effectual and continually present.
The show must go on
TwistedTwisted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she twists and turns
but her soul still burns
and when contorted in this special way
he takes it all and will not stay
so she pretzels, so she twirls
but still can not fit this crazy world
this funny place of right or wrong
where up is up and down is long
where black and white are plain as day
and gray is lost to the winds of change
you see, she sees where it all went south
but still she closes her evil mouth
to open it is the cardinal sin
because from her mouth all lies begin
lie to me, my lovelie to me, my love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lie to me, my love
lie because you know it's wrong
betray me, my heart
whisper false words into my soul
look at me and lie
watch the tears of deception, of love
fall endlessly from my eyes
i have broken
broken in a way that only i can fix
no more pretty perjuries
falling from your mouth
please no more
find no forgiveness in my heart
only acceptance as i now play my part
Only Fish Can Orbit the SunYou can scream your obsidian obsessionOnly Fish Can Orbit the Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my ear only
and safely mock me from a distance
like God once did
before I rattled the stars
perfectly out of the sky.
I showed the world simple pearls.
Not lonely plasma rigged together,
by science and gravity.
The oceans took them home,
and our heads turned to the waves.
With no illusions of grandeur,
He was left alone, like each of us.
Compelled to stare at fish,
orbiting the sun.
Dark and BrightWrite it downDark and Bright3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your deepest sorrow
The scars you have
The fear for tomorrow
Everybody has them
The memories so sweet
Turned dark and dull
No longer complete
A person missing
Still in your heart
But no where around
Maybe he left
Maybe she died
You wish they lied
Cry it out
Let it go
Write it down
Follow your flow
Feel the weight get lighter
It wont disappear
It'll be easier
But only if you dare
Put your darkest thoughts
On the brightest paper
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.