We are free
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.
Lend me a kissLend me your sweet lipsLend me a kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a soft kiss
Stay with me till the end
Let's stop playing pretend
Don't let my heart break
Let's learn from our mistakes
I'll let your love embrace
Mend me with your lovely grace
They never leave my mind
Your cherry colored lips
The roses that I have picked
And the sweetness that one day I'll kiss
If I kiss youWhat if I kiss you?If I kiss you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I pull you close?
And whisper you the truth
Will you say “I love you”?
Because you shine light into this dark room
I wish I could turn the whole world to slow-mo
Just so I could see this beautiful flower bloom
Maybe then you’d see how much you mean to me
I go on my days with my heartfelt thoughts
Warmth is what you’ve brought into my feather heart
And all of this just feels like the start
I know that one day, we will never be set apart
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
Black Rabbit - Part nineLater that night, Casey had left Shiloh's house, saying he had to go home. But sure enough, his car pulled up into the boy's driveway the next morning to give the pinky a ride to school. The whole way there though, he couldn't help thinking about that sweet morning they spent together and the kiss they shared at the park. The scenes just replayed in his head over and over again, and every time, his stomach felt fluttery. As he sat there in Shiloh's driveway, waiting for him to come out, he just let his head fall back on the headrest of his seat and smiled warmly. Even though the chill of autumn slowly crept into the car and through his thin sweater, those memories just made him feel oh so warm.Black Rabbit - Part nine3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pinky soon came out of his house and ran up to the car; his thick pink hair bouncing with his steps as he got in and sat beside Casey in the passenger's seat.
"Hi Casey~ How're you?" Shi asked with his lips curled into a sweet smile as he buckled himself in and pulled his hands into his bunn
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
The BulliedThe Bullied.The Bullied3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break looseI'm afraid of losing you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime
I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?
My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe it’s because I’m too caring
Am I paranoid? I don’t want to make a mistake
You said I’m doing things right, then why do I always shake?
15. RussiaxReader: Jingle Bells15. RussiaxReader: Jingle Bells3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"JINGLE BELLS! BATMAN SMELLS! ROBIN LAYED AN EGG! THE BATMOBLE LOST ITS WHEELS, AND THE JOKER RAN AWAY!" Alfred sang…quite loudly.
Your eye twitched as you tried to ignore the loud American. Finally your hero took care of it, "I think that is enough singing, da?" You giggled as Ivan put his hand on Alfred's shoulder.
Alfred started to shake slightly, "S-sure thing dude."
Ivan smiled creepily and walked over to you, "Privet (hello) __________."
"Hi Ivan, how are you?" you looked up at him from your seat smiling brightly.
"Good," he sat down next to you on the sofa and put his arm around your waist. You giggled and snuggled closer. "What are you doing for Christmas this year?"
You shrugged, "I don't know. Why?"
"How about you spend the holidays with me?"
"Ivan, the last time I spent a holiday with you and your family I ended up in the hospital because Natalia stabbed me in the leg," you said calmly.
Ivan turned your head so that you looked at him, "No, not you, me, and my family. Just yo
ApparitionLittle girl,Apparition3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have out-grown
Yourself, and these
Childish notions of
Monsters in the closet.
She holds her breath
Until the sun rises,
Because no one taught her
How to sleep
With her eyes closed.
There is this
Delusion about you;
A belief that if
You stay awake,
There will be no darkness.
It is damaging you.
Cold and silent,
With her darkened fantasies,
And remembers a time
When she was not-so-
Into unrecognizable shards.
You have found your only
From all the lifetimes
Too fearful to live.
Too lost in your waking dreams
To see new realities.
It will all
Be over soon.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
My strange friendMy friend asked me an odd,My strange friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
odd, question today,
while we were walking
through the dying grass,
in the field on the west end
of the forrest-like park,
that is across the street
from my house.
He asked me this:
"If you were to die tomorrow,
and you could only say goodbye
to one person,
who would you say goodbye to?"
And I looked at him,
my odd friend,
with his odd questions.
I answered by saying:
"I don't know, but I think,
I would say goodbye to you.
Do you want to know why?"
He replied with an answer
that I found strange:
"Yes, but don't tell me.
I'd rather tell you
who I would pick."
Then he just plopped down,
onto the grass
right next to me,
So, I had to cool my
and join him.
Then he leans over,
in the traditional kindergarten style
of secret telling,
Now I lay in the darkness
of my bedroom
that I will see my strange friend
And I hope I can tell him
why I picked him.
Someone Like YouI can't stay away from youSomeone Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can't fight this
There' something more...just under your skin
The traces of your fingertips across my shoulders
My neck, my mouth
A thumb pushing away the saltwater on my cheeks
Your mouth turned down in frustration, and telling me you don't understand
But you don't say a word
You see the scratches on my arms
And you do speak now, and you ask me why I would do this
You pull the words out of me with no effort
My heartbroken story
How he left me
The first time I tried to end myself
The day I met you
The second time I tried
How you saved me
You manage to glue this broken girl together
Just a brush of your hands unravels her
You don't care
Because you love me
Please, Don'tPlease, don'tPlease, Don't3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't realize
What will happen if you do
You speak to thousands
But you listen to no one else
Cut that wrist again
What pain you cause me
You scream for help
But you do not accept it
Don't make me
Build you your coffin
I don't want to paint you
With my misery tears
Don't do it
Life has so much more
To offer you
Just give it time
And times a bitch
But happiness will come
And trust me, it's worth the wait
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your faceTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken
Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds
The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears
The WallI thought I meant something to youThe Wall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once, I watched for you out a window.
Once, I watched for you through a computer screen.
Once, I watched for you from beyond a door.
You meant something to me
I thought we had something
Once, I waited for you behind a window.
Once, I waited for you behind a computer screen.
Once, I waited for you behind a door.
You were everything to me
I thought it would go on forever
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you out the window.
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you through a computer screen.
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you from beyond a door.
You were forever in those moments
Now I just think
Did you watch for me from behind the window?
Did you watch for me from behind a computer screen?
Did you watch for me from behind a door?
I don’t think so
Is it any wonder
That I stopped waiting out of windows
That I stopped waiting through computer screens
That I stopped waiting beyond doors
Why would I bother
Not just thos
What We HadWhat We Had3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
We only ever kissed and said
A whole year of just
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But I desired something.
I desired something more than
I wanted to touch.
Wanted to be touched.
I wanted to feel another's skin on mine.
I was feeling too much desire to care
I woke up that morning next to a
I never knew his name.
I never asked for it.
Because I didn't
I just got up and
Days after that night,
WondermentSome days, I find myselfWonderment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the s e c o n d s
of my heart
what I could have
and a lot
l e s s
but all I can manage
. . . . . . .
I miss you
I love you
i love you
i love you
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that