My ElizabethMy Elizabeth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time has come for me to leave you.
You are still so young, hardly past your years of toddling.
It pains me to know that I will not be around to witness your growth.
I wonder if you will even remember me.
Or will you believe the words that my enemies will whisper of me.
That I was nothing more than a harlot that managed to win herself the throne.
That I was a witch that laid a spell over the King to force him to throw away his true Queen.
I hope that you will not take heed of such vicious words.
I want you to remember me for what I truly was, even if everyone else forgets.
That I wanted the love of the King more than I ever wanted his crown.
That it didn't matter to me that you were born a girl instead of a boy, for I fell for you the moment I laid eyes upon you.
Remember that if nothing else, that I will always love you.
I pray for you to have the strength to carry on without me.
I have little doubt that you will one day take the throne for your own.
For you are my daughter.
Logic In Wonderland"We're all mad Here!"Logic In Wonderland10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Well, if you're mad There
and I'm Here as well
that means I'm mad too!
And if Here is There
and that is Everywhere,
then one would think
that includes you!
we're all mad
And if Everywhere is Anywhere
that makes the whole world
and if Here is There or Anywhere,
that would make the whole world mad too!
It's a mad, mad place
when Everyone is mad.
It's a funny, funny place
in this crazy land
but if the world is mad
and we are too,
Here, There, Anywhere
even to Timbuktu,
and if the whole world is mad
and thinks the same,
then that would mean
no one is mad
everyone is just very,very sane.
Alice in wonderlandAlice in WonderlandAlice in wonderland9 years ago in Open More Like This
How do you get to Wonderland
Over the hill or underland
Or just behind a tree
When clouds go rolling by
They roll away and leave the sky
Where is the land behind the eye
People cannot see
Where can you see
Where do the stars go
Where is the crescent moon
They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon
Alice in Wonderland
Where is the path to Wonderland
Over the hill or here or there
I wonder where
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
Delusions of WonderlandThe padded walls were moving closer, slow like a glacier and yet seeming so fast. The girl shuddered in her metal-plated chair, the leather restraints bit into her skin and burned like a flame. Everything was so empty, so lonely and grotesque. There was a man in the white-washed room. He was familiar to the girl yet she couldn't place him in her memories.Delusions of Wonderland10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Alice." He said her name, so simple but holding so much meaning, "Why did you do it Alice?" The questions again, she remembered him now. The doctor, the Mad Hatter of her nightmares. He faced her with a clipboard in his hands, studying her closely for response. He mutated before her eyes, turning from white lab coated man to a disturbing image of the Mad Hatter. His coat turned to a purple jacket, moldy and mistreated. He regarded Alice with black eyes, seething with inner madness, his skin was green and stretched far too tight over gaunt cheeks. Everything about his appearance sickened her, from his shiny black shoes to the greasy b
AliceScreaming soundlessly, hopelessly,Alice10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silently drowning out the voices
of all who listen.
Eyes glazed with pain,
Writhing on the ground,
Mouth twisted in wordless agony.
Songs of another day,
Today they make the listener mad,
Tomorrow it could keep them sane.
We all live amoung mad people,
And the Cheshire cat lives
In a castle made of bone and blood.
The Queen of Hearts is a slave
To the heart made of lust and desire
Drugged to her core,
The smoke relaxes her body.
Turmoil in her mind.
The attendants strap her down,
There's nothing real about hippogriffs.
Mock sea turtles? Tweedle dee and dum?
She's delusional, nothing more to be said.
Bring on the sedatives,
Bring out the EST.
We've got to fix what's broken.
Wonderland is a lie,
A dream for wandering lives.
She's traumatized, hypnotized, mesmerized.
She's dying, we can save her.
We'll make her better, saner, than befor
Prince Soma x Reader: His Goddess“I just don’t know what to do anymore” you sighed hopelessly as you sat in a chair before Ciel Phantomhive, explaining your horrible predicament.Prince Soma x Reader: His Goddess9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“So your father is marrying you off to repay his debts? That seems rather cruel” Ciel murmured as Sebastian handed you a handkerchief with a sympathetic smile.
“He’s basically selling me to the man who places the highest bid so he can give the money to the people he’s in debt to. Only noblemen may participate in the auction. I feel like I’m a cow being sold to the slaughterhouse” you hiccupped through your tears.
“My lord, we can always give her lord father the money and possess her” Sebastian suggested
“You forget, I’m already engaged. I don’t believe in having multiple wives” Ciel sneered in distaste at the thought and sipped his earl grey.
“Lady (y/n), how long is it until your father announces who buys your hand?” Ciel asked
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
wonderlandwonderland10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
High on such a toxic kiss
jumping up, so full of bliss
got a handful of some shrooms
so watch as my hallucinations bloom
blooming, blooming, much too soon.
down the rabbit hole you'll be be
with tons of wonderous things to see.
a caterpillar sits and smokes
tweedle dum and dee do joke.
the cheshire cat will fade away
but never fear he'll return
to play a trick on you; you'll learn.
Cakes to eat, and tears to cry
in a river of tears we'll die.
shrinking down beyond our size
onward downward to demise.
viles to drink, hoping to grow.
from up so high i see your lies.
tons of tea, so much caffeine
enough to kill the inner being.
up so high and feeling so hearty.
i've been invited to a mad tea party.
i hope that you will come along
and on the way we'll sing a song.
a song of broken hearts and wrong.
i love this place, no stay's too long.
how can you see? it must be drugs.
hours of captivating patterns on rugs.
your maker was insane i hear
at least that's what i'm
Head Down Mouth Shut - Matt Miller x ReaderIt wasn't very hard to survive in Steelport. The gangs here never just went on random killing sprees like in that god forsaken Stilwater. The gangs here were all held together by a very intricate group and the leader was refine and, to an extent, kind. Unless you got on his bad side. The trick to staying on his good side was to keep your head down and your mouth shut.Head Down Mouth Shut - Matt Miller x Reader10 months ago in Romance More Like This
And that was the policy the young bank teller (Y/n) followed to a T. She technically wasn't of the age where she should be working at such a place, but the law was long forgotten and bank tellers were always needed. So the underage (Y/n) worked her nine to five behind a counter, dealing with annoying customers day in and out.
It was in the afternoon when she was explaining for the third time to an elder man how his pension worked when the doors were kicked open and a gunshot ran out through out the air. The unlucky bank goers hit the floor screaming and (Y/n) kept her eyes on the door.
First stepped in a group of luchador
EternityHere you go turn the pageEternity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To dance alone on the stage
To I less often control my rage
To I feel you were my cage
To I'm so fucked for my age
Lili Marleen engl. translationLili Marleen engl. translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In front of the barracks,
In front of the main gate,
Stood a lamppost,
If it still stands out front,
So will we see each other there again,
By the lamppost we'll stand,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Our two shadows
Looked like one.
That we were so much in love,
Anyone could see at a glance.
And everyone will see it,
When we stand by the lamppost,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Already called the guard,
"They're blowing taps.
That could cost you three days!"
"Comrade, I'll be right there."
Then we said farewell,
How much would I have rather gone with you,
With you, Lili Marleen.
It knows your footsteps,
Your beautiful walk.
It burns every evening,
Although it forgot me long ago.
And if a mishap should befall me,
Who will stand by the lamppost,
With you, Lili Marleen?
Out of the silent space,
Out of the depths of the earth,
Lifts me as in a dream
Your beloved mouth.
When the nocturnal mists swirl,
I will be standing by the lamppost,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Bargains [Loki x Reader (pt 29)]Thor dropped from the roof to the still-open loading bay and clutched his hammer tighter.Bargains [Loki x Reader (pt 29)]4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Loki loosened his arms from around you and maneuvered you around to a seat. He made sure you were buckled in this time, then put a hand to your cheek. “All will be well.”
You nodded as the world shuddered between color and greyscale.
“Return her to me and no harm will come to you,” Thor promised.
Loki chuckled, then returned to solemnity. “I can't.”
“Many times I have heard you offer this same explanation, when you know you are quite capable of doing as I ask. This time is no—”
“I can't, Thor, and we both know why.” Loki shook his head. “I know you've seen the symptoms before.”
Thor ignored the comment and glanced in your direction. “There was a suitor, a child who became violent around her...”
“He is no more. This is not what I mean, though he was part of her illness. No, you know perfectly well which
Dear Howie,Dear Howie,Dear Howie,3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me see spoken word
on America's got talent
I understand poets stand
for a more intimate attention span
but I want to feel true sincerity
when the audience claps their hands
Not the viewer's cue at home
from artificial commands
and pre-recorded orchestra bands
So here I am
Unguarded and regarded unfit for mass relevance
'cause my mind is a sweatshop
clothing you from the elements
While the kids
want to look hot
and act cold like
they've never been blessed
with common intelligence
They just apply it to accessories
excessively obsessed with sex and greed
Why else do even I have the urge to act recklessly
I want to be my own man,
but my self-esteem keeps testing me
My inner voice amalgamated
from the radio and MTV
'cause I've only recently
gathered the balls
to shut that shit off
While America's got talent,
they rarely pursue it
They'd rather semiotically feel accomplished
when they see another man do it
So let me break it down to the basics
The Ghost of Anne BoleynIn the Tower of LondonThe Ghost of Anne Boleyn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some people have seen
The beheaded ghost of
Anne Boleyn the queen.
Her ghost sometimes kinda
Freaks people out,
'Cos she carries her head
As she wanders about.
False charges against
Anne Boleyn Henry lay
So she could lose her head
On the 19th of May.
But she got her revenge
When, unseen, one night,
She slipped into his room-
and then gave him a fright!
Bloody MaryBloody Mary, quite contrary,Bloody Mary8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Bloody fingers, name that lingers,
Though not bloodstained anymore,
Evil names, divided blames,
When I search inward through your core.
Rosary and blasphemy,
"Holy Mother, smite those new
Wave believers, faith decievers,
Bring then back to what is true."
Beloved sister, watch her, mister,
Eagle's eye and fox's ear,
Your every breath, Elizabeth,
Await your turn, oh don't you dare.
Love to hate, religion - state,
This is what I recall of you,
Not a thing is comforting
When life is fading, love is blue.
Dreamed a daughter, ending: slaughter,
"Find yourself a different life,"
Forgot a son by noonday gun,
You're ever queen but never wife.
Wooden chair for throne and heir
This is how you had to cope,
It is today the price to pay
For blessed Virgin and for Pope.
Sisters brave share a grave
Underneath the stones,
In a heap there in the deep;
The decomposing bones.
Thought I hear
JonasA cup. A car. A city. Another bullshit life.Jonas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd change into his work clothes at noon, then fall asleep. He rose at evening, made tea, and drove toward the lights.
Roads strung like a titan's larynx. Moaning under the tires. Vacant of other feline eye headlights; swiped of life like a finished boardgame. Moon gone for a drink.
The tired eyes of Jonas. Night replacing the shade-oak with black lanturns. The car's heat: broken. Steam of over boiled tea: warmth.
Why does anything matter? No. Things would have to matter to question why they matter. So what's wrong, Jonas?
He pulls over on the highway. Still far from the lights. And work. And the same things. And the same nights. Fuck you. He lights a cigarette. Lays on the white lines. Fuck you.
The warmth stirs in his chest. On his tongue. He blows smoke that ascends to the blackness. No stars. What would he wish for if he saw a shooting star? What would a shooting star wish for if it saw him? When you stop making wis
SH - Purple Hair-DyeMrs Hudson tutted mildly and looked up at her ceiling.SH - Purple Hair-Dye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was pacing about like an angry dog. John must have been called into the surgery again as he could normally get Sherlock to sit still.
Although in extreme circumstances this did necessitate gaffer taping Sherlock to a chair.
She heard the doorbell go and the thunder of feet on the stairs.
He opened the door.
"And hello to you too." Ophelia teased. "You were expecting Lestrade?"
A pause and, from her own flat, Mrs Hudson could almost see the expression on Sherlock's face, challenging his niece to explain herself.
"John has his own key so doesn't need to be let in and the only other person who can warrant such an enthusiastic canter down the stairs is the good detective who brings you your cases." Ophelia said, smugly.
"Very good." Sherlock stepped to the side to allow his niece entrance. "He thinks he might have a case for me. And you are here . . . ?"
"Can I borrow your bathroom? Or your kitchen? Anywhere with a suppl
Love is.....Love is what binds us togetherLove is.....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what tears us apart
Love will revive us all
and it will kill us all
Love is everything
and it is nothing
Love is death
and it is life
Love is love
anything else, anywhere elseTonight, your skinanything else, anywhere else4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
replaces the page
you know that tone poems have?
the voice, even when directed
to a specific subject, speaks
to a broader conscience
that shit is for the trees
This, is on You, so This
is for You
Nobody knows we speak more
you speak softly, i speak slow
you speak high and i speak Go
like green light greenhouse
gasses roll from my tongue
to your skin smearing this ink
'cause life gets us tipsy and
we're each other's drink the
words come easy when they're
coming from your spine when
your birth marks become periods
to end my lines and these rhymes...
because this is not poetry,
is the end
'cause i'm too much
of a gentleman
to paint with blue pen
on your butt
Wordsflowers of blue,Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts of red,
eyes of green,
ripped to shreds.
Words so pointed,
cut so deep,
in their soul,
it still seeps.
on their own,
in this world you'll never know,
the gravity of your mistake,
did cause another to create.
A life of pain lead all alone,
in a room, nowhere to go.
It scars them still,
the words you said,
really did stay in their head.
London Blitz- APH Part 1September 7th, 1940London Blitz- APH Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark, rainy, and depressing night when it happened. What exactly happened that night well I'll get to that later. All I can tell you now is that it was of the worst things I have ever seen, well aside from 9/11, but that's another story that's also too painful for me to talk about anyway. I remember the night well; I was with him, England Arthur I mean. I remember I couldn't stop complaining about how rainy his country was an he just scolded me with a scowl rambling about how his country was a million times more cultured than mine and that his country side was beautiful and all that crap he told me every time I said something negative about his nation. I remember I was sitting in the window alcove of his office, staring at the moon from behind the rain streaked glass. Arthur sat over at his desk, papers pushed aside for a moment as he enjoyed a cup of his favorite earl gray tea. Lately he hadn't been getting a lot of sleep and he had
Love from a DistanceIt all started with a simple interactionLove from a Distance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over the internet, us behind our computer screens
We became friends fast, communicating with instant messages
Laughing together, crying together, being there for each other
And that is when I realized…
that I love you.
And I know you realized you loved me too.
We confessed to each other,
and on that day, an extraordinary bond formed.
If there is only one problem with our relationship,
It’s that you live so far away from me.
I pray that one of these days, I will finally get to see you.
We would spend time together in person, enjoying life together,
all the ups and downs, we will go through them hand in hand.
I hope I’ll be able to hold your hand, or for you to hold me close.
It would be the best feeling in the world, being with the one I love.
There are complications of course, but I will wait as long as I need to
If that’s what it takes to finally see you.
We’ll make our love last for generations to come,
Everything Under the Stars Ch1Everything Under the Stars Ch15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please read the Artist's Description below before reading. Thank you.
Chapter One: Abduction
© Lady Owl
A small alien spacecraft slipped undetected past a stationary marker buoy. This buoy is one of trillions that make up a grid that marks the border between known and unknown space. The two creatures within this craft belong to a society of many alien races known as the Concord. Every individual is forbidden from passing this border by law of this Concord. However, these two aliens will risk it for their goal is to explore uncharted worlds, beyond the borders to scavenge anything they can find to take back and sell in the black market. Technology, resources, even alien animals and people unknown to them.
Since the entire mission is illegal, they could face severe criminal charges if caught, but they must. It's within their nature. They're a pirating people. Their very race's survival depends upon their scavenging and profit skills. They're a sim