SmileLike a bright ray of sunshine,Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a glowing fire,
It makes me happy.
It's a smile.
WritingWrite a line,Writing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Read it out.
Cross it out.
Think of rhymes,
List them all.
(Get writer's block),
Then watch it fall.
Add a word,
A comma here.
Think it through,
Then change m'dear.
Correct an error,
Now read what's passed.
"It's a process",
The words you say.
Change the object,
and then forget whatever the heck you were going to write.
To My Future Self...I fear you.To My Future Self...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With every second that passes, I get closer to becoming you. And it terrifies me. I stand here, in the present, staring into the void of the unknown. Countless ordeals and obstacles await me and I fear I may not overcome them. I have so much before me, so much to face in order to become you.
What if I fail?
The decisions that I've made have not been the best ones. And they're going to make things harder for you. I am so selfish. I only think of myself when I consider my actions and I do what satisfies me, forcing you to struggle and suffer. I am so sorry.
Sometimes I wonder if it is too late. I wonder if I have already destroyed you, along with any chance of you being happy. Sometimes the simple consolation, "Everything's going to be okay," seems impossible and ludicrous...
But sometimes it brings hope.
It's not too late.
I can save you.
There are so many things that I want to do. I am only beginning to find myself, no, creating myself. Th
StarsMy father told me something that will forever stay with me,Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He told me about the stars.
Each time he told me about the stars,
The story would be different.
The stars would be gigantic flashlights,
Somewhere far away,
Giving light to the people who are lost.
The stars would be angels.
There to protect and guard,
Their loved ones.
The next time,
The stars would be balls of gas,
Burning thousands of light years away.
I laughed at this one.
The last time,
My father told me,
"The stars are me,
So I can watch over you no matter where you go,
Where I am.
Remember, I love you."
That was the last story I got of the stars.
My father died on his death bed,
And every night I look up,
And with a smile say,
How's it like up there?
Hanging with the stars?"
Don't even think about it"Writing? Sorry, but you'd need compassion."Don't even think about it4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,Magic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.
It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.
Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.
He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.
The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.
Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.
Nothing the good magicians did worked
and they were faced with a final
completely unspeakable action.
The good magicians joined hands,
bound their power together
and used their life force
to stop his ways of evil.
The evil sorcerer fell,
and after that it was decided
that magic should never be used again
in case someone else decided
to use it the way the sorcerer did.
Now because of pain and a bro
Seeing StarsI look up a the sky at midnight.Seeing Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see a black map
dotted with silver stars
connected with invisible lines
The points form pictures in the sky
I look through the window at midday.
I see the familiar golden orb hanging in the sky
smiling down at me.
It sends warm beams of light down at me
and I smile back.
I watch the sky at different times.
I see different things
but I always see stars.
Like Water Through Your HandsIt only took a moment, I was told.Like Water Through Your Hands2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hated it when they left it open-ended like that. I’d ask, How many seconds is that? How long, exactly, is a moment? The lack of precision was an insult; a moment can’t be measured.
But people wouldn’t understand, and they’d only look at me with pity in their condescending eyes. It depends, they’d say. But it was very fast and it was painless. An instantaneous death.
It is one year later, May 22nd, 1:31 in the afternoon, a Tuesday. I am sixteen years old. I haven’t been in the Janss for twenty-five days less than a year, and I don’t remember a thing about these streets. I’ve been running for seventy-three minutes.
I don’t know how I got onto the sidewalk. I was in school like normal, following the pace of the crowd, watching the clock, when a cloud of formaldehyde wafted into my face as I walked pass the science lab. And the next thing I knew I was running.
Half of me screams that I left
Snape-x-Reader: HopeSnape-x-Reader: Hope4 months ago in Drama More Like This
(F/n) held onto him; not with her hands or voice, but with the absolute power of her eyes. Those eyes that always displayed whatever emotion she was feeling in a moment. Always observant of things that should have been beyond her hope of grasping; always seeing past the surface to what was housed underneath, always seeking out those who needed her help.
The windows to her soul were (e/c); it wasn’t the color that made them shine, but rather the feeling that was incessantly building up behind them. Even at times when she was dulled or tired they shone bright . . . Even now when she was being desecrated, (F/n)’s eyes remained full and beautiful.
Severus Snape had been careful to keep his face passive as the Dark Lord tortured her, with more foul spells than could be named, but internally he trembled. For more years than he could count, the Potions Master had played the faithful spy and turncoat. He had given
I Can't WriteI can't sleep.I Can't Write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reality is a nightmare I can't escape.
I can't eat.
Food lost its flavor long ago.
I can't think.
Voices are too loud.
I can't breathe.
Air became toxic.
I can't live.
Life is no longer possible.
The Last Letter | Message in a BottleBooooooooooom.The Last Letter | Message in a Bottle3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is going to be a bad one, I mused to myself.
I gazed out at the gray expanse before me. The sky was dark with storm clouds ready to release their deluge. The ocean waves 25 feet below me were already beginning to look choppy, even though the storm was still many miles away from the coast. The wind was picking up already too, threatening to blow my skinny 13-year-old body backwards against the rocks. But I planted my feet and held my ground against the onslaught.
"Wouldn't want to be sailing in this," Andrew voiced aloud. Although he was the same age as me, he was already stockier, and had no trouble standing, as if it were only a gentle sea breeze buffeting him.
"You aren't kidding," I said. There was a flash of lightning in the distance, followed by a long pause and another low rumbling of thunder. Definitely a bad one.
I gazed at the choppy waters, mesmerized by their ebb and flow. Suddenly, a glint caught my eye, lit by another flash in the d
The DancerAs I write this I am waiting for him. I can hear his footsteps getting louder and louder as they come toward me. I am completely alone. I do not know where I am and if there is anyone else out there looking for me. In my hand is a knife, and even I don’t know if I intend to use it on him or myself. Either way, this may be the last thing I ever write.The Dancer2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest dream I've ever had.
At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.
Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random interval
Behind the glassBehind the glassBehind the glass5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Among the thought crowd
Behind the glass
I can't see the way out.
Behind the glass
the world stops going.
Behind the glass
only scream is flowing.
Caged inside own desires,
the raprures covered in light.
Caged inside limitations,
still looking for what is right.
Trying to break these chains,
observing the life outside.
Behind the glass
I'm stuggling all my might.
Behind the glass
stay shattered in this fight.
Behind the glass
My lust gets no peace.
Behind the glass
There's what I miss.
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 21)I Live With A Witch (Chapter 21)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been about a week since Eva busted me out of prison. Since then, police had dropped by the house at least three times to see if I had comeback to it. Once or twice, I could have sworn that Garrett was with them. Each time they came though, Eva was always ready to hide me. The first time she hid me in the practice room. The second time she turned me into a kitten. The third time she turned me invisible so that they couldn’t see me. However today, she had gone a new route. I was literally draped around her neck…as a golden necklace.
All I could do was dangle from her neck and wait for the cops to leave. I was unable to move, speak, or act…all I could do was just hang on and wait. I couldn’t see anything either…just feel and hear. I had been hanging on for about 20 minutes before I finally heard the door to the house reopen.
“Well, it appears that he hasn’t come back.” The police chief said gruffly.
“Yes, that’s what I
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
Lost lovethe wind tousles these dry branchesLost love5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
like it used to do with your hair
glittering, soft and glorious
they enveloped me, when I felt bad
I miss you, my dear
your sensitive touch on my back
your loving hugs every day
bidding me before my way
the touch of your fertile body
your heart lying on mine
waiting if you kiss me again
I missy you, my dear
you probably don't know
my soul is bleeding tearing me apart
that consciousness, the lost of my heart
I could really sorry -
- that I made you cry
but I know the words can't do it, the love doesn't lie
I miss you, my dear Yasao Kenshi
staying by your side all the time
even when we follow our own paths
my senses need to look after yours
don't forget about me, my dear
and my care will never leave you anymore
Heart and Brain - Directive ConflictHeart and Brain - Directive Conflict2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What have you done?
I could ask you the same thing.
Touché – but I'm still waiting for an answer.
As am I.
You know what.
All right, enough of this shit! You know what you did was wrong. I told you not to do it and you went ahead and did it anyway – probably in spite of what I said. I can't believe you put me in that position!
I put you in that position?! What about you, huh?! Some brilliant handling of that "position" I put you in! The problem we've got isn't because I got too close to him, it's because you made him feel guilty for confronting us about it.
Yeah, well maybe if you kept your god damn hands off him while we're in public, I wouldn't have had to deal with handling the messes that result. Was it really too much to ask when I asked you to keep stuff like that between us and him – as in carrying them out in PRIVATE!
You're damn right it was!
You can't play dumb! You knew it was too much to ask before you even finishe
LifeDarker side of your mindLife5 years ago in Open More Like This
that you never ever tried
what you find, what you lose
is what you need to choose
through the fire, through the pain
you are not able to be slain
looking ahead for desired whims
chasing hope, chasing dreams
'bout the place knows no return
we are all gonna learn