We're All Looking For Alaska.never self-destruct:We're All Looking For Alaska.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awful things are survivable.
we are indestructible.
we are in v i n c ible.
never be hopeless
never be broken.
we are in v i n c ible.
cannot be born.
She forgives me.
I forgive her.
AlaskaShe's just another girlAlaska3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With cigarettes and
Golden hair and
Books that smell of cinnamon;
Her lips form big thoughts
With small words
With footprints in the snow.
Kisses like waves
Of electric blue fire.
But she's just a girl
With cigarettes and
The same colour
As her toes.
liari am good at lying.liar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look at my face.
see my teeth, lips
pulled from gums,
see my bracelets
sparkle when my eyes
don't look at my wrists
do not worry-
i am smiling
wide, just for you.
The Man with the Gaping EyeThe dusty air of the courtyard never seemed to settle,The Man with the Gaping Eye11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
invading the lungs of those passing by.
The hot afternoon sun bakes the stone roads black,
light tinged orange.
The man with the gaping eye,
his empty socket a crinkled web of scars.
A blank face looks upon me,
His once strong jaw,
now loose and misshapen from days he wishes he could forget.
He still knows their names,
they have long forgotten his.
His leathery fingers,
gnarled and twisted,
appear like the roots of an ancient oak tree.
Knuckles many times larger than they should be,
are cracked and worn,
weathered by both sun and time.
His calloused feet,
tucked and curled beneath him,
bear the scars and broken bones of times when he forgot,
crushed under foot and hoof.
He has long lost count,
it now hurts too much for him to walk.
His only eye,
it tells the story of his past,
whispering tales about the years of joy he used to have,
days so long gone they became legends to him,
legends he no longer believes in.
To ConsecrateWhen you first met me,To Consecrate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
I was still chest-deep in the mud;
You slipped away between the raindrops,
Leaving me with one last promise:
You can do this."
I put my hands to the ground,
pushed with everything I was-
Pushed till my ribs cracked,
my tendons tore,
till my arms snapped like rotten limbs
and I bled out from my eyes.
But I pushed.
The next time you saw
The Impossible PlanetThe urge to jump is much too kind,The Impossible Planet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A flighty name for a failing mind
The need to fall is it's true name
For soul's release, and abandon's gain
A desperate desire for release's sweet caress
And a sigh of rapture as thoughts do regress
Freedom of body and of the mind
Is the peace we all need, but never can find
Passing ShipsIt was just like you to show up late. Honestly, it was just like you. It was the hottest day of the year so far and every green space was full of people trying to get their fix. Daylight junkies. When you live beneath grey clouds for most of your life it starts to take its toll and you take your highs where you can get them.Passing Ships1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I was a bundle of nerves, as I always was when it came to you, picking at grass and trying to pretend that the fact you were late was totally cool. Instinct told me differently and I knew as soon as you graced me with your presence that things had changed. It was written all over your face - guilt, guilt, guilt - but I was naive and thought you were just shy.
I can't believe that it's been so long since you cracked me open under star spangled skies. I can't believe it's been almost a decade yet I'm still just as aware of you as I was before. They say that time heals but I still feel the wound, fresh and bleeding, beneath my skin. I still can't resist picking at it
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,Alaska Young, As Told by Miles6 years ago in Open More Like This
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
Dead languages and bitter teaWe were directly opposed,Dead languages and bitter tea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than what I’ve been looking for,
more than anything I've ever tried to find,"
you painted stars and lies.
I left you job listings in the mornings,
and you told me my fortune,
in the bottom of my teacup.
We were directly opposed; I told you to leave if you wanted,
so on a night too cold for me to see the comfort in your dreams,
you left, gathering
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'Courage9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
the 'd' wordwhen i was seven years old, my mother, tear-streaksthe 'd' word2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drying on her cheeks, fingered her wedding band
and told me, “love hurts, sweetie,
that’s how you know it’s a good love.”
two days later, my father came back home.
he was missing his wedding ring
and when he left again,
he left a handprint on my mother’s cheek
that she carried with her even after the bruise was gone.
i grew up without a father influence in my mother’s world
and without a mother influence in my dad’s.
neither of them got remarried.
they had found each other and that was enough.
they had found each other and that was too much.
i grew up a thin string attaching one man and one woman
together in a way arguments and resentment could never snap.
they met in restaurant parking lots and in the bleachers
of my soccer games the way soldiers meet on battle fields,
trading me across the asphalt and steel like a
deadly weapon, a bullet hurdled back and forth.
he took me out to ball games b
Against All OddsWarning: Contains vore. Don't like it, don't read.Against All Odds3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been like this for a while now.
Just one last protector, staying strong against the waves upon waves of Honchkrow's forces.
A rocky valley at the foot of a mountain, while once teeming with life, had gone silent, as it had been for months. Anyone who hadn't left had been captured, save for one last inhabitant of this place; a Lucario who had made sure that the place itself hadn't been taken over.
The region was called Cyrican; as of yet, humans had not arrived here. And even if they did find this place, there would be no room for them here; Honchkrow was a lunatic. Anything the slightest bit out of place would be forced into submission by his legions.
On some far-away region, Honchkrow had a trainer. But he was forcibly taken from her by an organization known as Team Plasma. He had been released later, and try as he might to find his trainer, he couldn't. It was as if she had disappeared entirely. And that broke him;
Dimensional interferenceYou watched as the Purugly stumbled a little before toppling onto its side and passing out next to the Skuntank. A fit of laughter erupted from next to you. "Wahahaha! I told you I had gotten stronger!" Barry blurted out gleefully. "Actually no" You interrupted "Your entire team were wiped out by Jupiter's Golbat. "Noooo" Whined Mars "How could this happen!?" "We trained so hard for this..." Groaned Jupiter.Dimensional interference2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Anyway..." Continued Barry "I would finish you off, destroy the mountain, claim the red chain and control the universe but me and my Pokemon have come to the end of the line" Grinned Barry proudly, I'll leave you to clear up. The frilly headed boy healed your Pokemon and then darted off back town the mountain path. You were left gazing blankly at the two gloomy Galactic Commanders.
"Hey wait up!" Called another voice. A Blond haired woman in black clothing tore past Barry and made her way up to the temple. "Cynthia?" You exclaimed before she could reply the was another burst of la
Makorra v. BorraMakorra v. Borra3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The air, thick with tension, sings with with intense desire, the flame of a fire
and among the twirl of the smoke and flame runs the soothing stream of water
that lines the world with the warming yet cruel nature of what is known as love.
Many think that such an emotion is unreal, frightening and crazy
when in reality, it can be something so precious in the smallest grasp, alive and amazing.
But when held wrong, something so strong can become evil and twisted.
The ground moved under their steps, the hair pressed against her face sweaty and twisted,
and in his hand, flickering and vital, a small but powerful lick of fire
of which would normally be of destruction and fear, but in this case, warm and amazing.
"You better watch out," she mused with a grin. "One wrong move, and you're in the water."
"Don't be stupid," he jibed back, grin all too charming. "You beating me would be crazy."
And then they continued through the silly game that they both loved.
They lunged at each other, punching
Wake UpThere was a crash. It was 11:58 pm, exactly.Wake Up3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Mako awoke with a start, and darted into his parents' bedroom.
"Mom, Dad! I think there's someone-" he whispered fearfully, only stopping when he realized that there was no one in the room.
The eight year old gasped in confusion, then darted out into the living room, where more smashing and splintering noises had erupted.
It was a nightmare in there. Two firebenders were mercilessly blasting flames at each other, and there was a body on the floor.
His father was dead.
Mako felt the room flash before him, and he stepped back, slowly.
Teetering, teetering... he crept around the wall and stood, hiding, and watching the horror unfold as his mother was electrocuted by the other mysterious firebender with whom she was fighting.
She fell in what seemed like slow motion.
Mako's mother was gone.
His parents were gone.
And now, the criminal grabbed whatever valuables he could find, and sprinted out of the house. Mako remained frozen in the thre
The Time to Sleep - Chapter 1~P~The Time to Sleep - Chapter 13 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Korra curled into her little body, desperately seeking warmth that would not come to her. She was tucked tightly against a brick wall in an alleyway, snow lightly littering the ground around her and sending a chill through her small form.
She would have bent a small fire in her hand to keep herself warm, but decided not to risk it what if someone saw the little Water Tribe girl Firebending? Even though it was unlikely, someone could see her, someone who might be involved with the Equalists, and they couldn't know, no one could that she was the Avatar. If someone found out, she would be in unavoidable danger.
She remembered what her parents used to tell her "Don't let anyone know, Korra. Keep your secret to only yourself." It was by those words that she abided, never letting on that she could bend three of the four elements she needed to be able to. They had told her she had to pretend to only be a Waterbender, and so pretend she did.
Roommates Part 7-101Chris had taken a seat close to the front of the room, but off to the side so he could hide in the corner. He soon realized that being the only neera in the class, however, made it more than a little difficult to hide. He caught a few stares from the guys and some chuckling and giggling from the girls. He blushed, hiding his face behind his ears again. Maybe next time he would walk up to the very back of the class and sit there, where it would be a little easier to remain unnoticed.Roommates Part 7-1012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The classroom was set up like an amphitheater, rows of seats arranged upwards as they got farther back, so that everyone got a good view of the front of the classroom, which was almost like a broad stage. Set up in the middle was a graviton table, which floated above the ground a few feet, and arrayed on top of it… was a human corpse.
Chris knew immediately what it was the moment he entered the room. The smell of formaldehyde made it obvious that it was a real body, and not just some puppet or hologr
Makorra Soul Biding Part 4 FINALPreviously...Makorra Soul Biding Part 4 FINAL3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Watch Korra, I have to go somewhere," a rather cold and serious expression on Mako's face told Bolin not to question the location that was 'somewhere.'
He nodded, Mako jumped on Naga and left through the woods, the beast ran quickly as if it knew Korra was in fatal trouble which was good enough for Mako.
He stopped and jumped in the middle of the woods, he put his hands up, Naga sniffed him and snorted as if a stench overtook his body.
He stood there for a good minute before five Equalist circled him.
"I need to talk with Amon," they all looked at one another and nodded, one grabbed him and placed a blindfold on his face, he could hear Naga growing angry with them.
He was going to the belly of the beast.
After a good 6 minutes they took off his blindfold and pushed him to a door.
"Do I go in here?" they nodded and left.
He slowly opened the door and saw Mako; although Mako wanted to kill everyone in there he knew
Various drabbles-----Various drabbles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
You Forgot Something [Makorra]"Oh look at me! I'm Korra!" Bolin chuckled, dressed in Korra's clothes. They were a little tight, but he managed to fit without ripping anything. Though he was afraid to bend down…You Forgot Something [Makorra]3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Korra laughed. "Oh yeah? Well I'm Mako! I bend fire and I'm no fun!" she grumped, trying to hold a straight face. Mako's clothes were a bit too baggy for her, but she still had fun wearing them.
She wore a face with no emotion, but her lips curved into a smile and then she burst into laughing. Bolin joined her and let himself laugh.
"I'm the avatar! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Bolin mocked, posing into his stances.
"I'm so cool, check out my moves," Korra smirked, popping the scarfless collar on Mako's shirt.
Bolin threw his head back and laughed. Korra placed her arm on him to support herself. She couldn't hold herself up from the hilariousness of it all.
Suddenly, Bolin stopped and straightened up. Korra wiped the tear from her eye and followed his gaze. She gasped as she saw Mako standing in the doorw
Losing Self ControlLosing Self Control3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hedward Horseman scratched away with his black fountain pen. He completed his last sentence and beamed. He finished his Dead Languages homework and he was now done with all of his chores for the night. Hedward glanced at the miniature wooden clock that sat on his desk and smiled. 7:35. His father would be home any minute and he would finally get some quality time with him, something he rarely got.
Hedward gathered his stack of papers and tucked them safely away into his school bag which he carelessly tossed onto his bed. He merrily flew out of his bedroom and toward the kitchen. He could see the kitchen light illuminating from the kitchen door. A huge smile formed on his face. That only meant that his dad had returned home.
He could feel the wind rushing through his hair already. He could feel the pulsing beat of the horse's hooves that rushed through him with each contact the hoof made with the ground. He could smell the forest air, so still in the night, which invited him to keep rid