DaffodilsDaffodils3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
CharismaticCharismatic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention
Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams
Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again
To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors
Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher
They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky
Now once alive
Now lost forever
Punk!ArthurXPunk!Reader: The Scariest ThingsPunk!ArthurXPunk!Reader: The Scariest Things3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were the biggest rebel you could be. Piercings, colored hair, and typically wore all black all the time. All in all, you were a punk and quite anti-social. You were just going about your regular day, sulking from class to class, getting all A's, and avoiding everyone you could. It was now after school, and you always went to the forest to this little hill overlooking the city.
Working on your homework, you slapped on your headphones, and yet again, blocked out the world. It was normal to you, and you didn't know any different. After your parents had died, nobody ever cared for you. You had a very large inheritance so you could survive. Then just a few months later, your grandparents left you an even bigger inheritance. Now you had no family left except for their graves you visited every weekend.
Suddenly, there was a tap on your shoulder. Okay, you were pissed and wondering who would have the audacity to do that. Well sure enough, it certainly wasn't who you were expecting. It was
PerspectivePerspective3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
Love Me.She falls asleep most every nightLove Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she waited
She presses hard against her skin
And lines of ink bleed from the pen
The blade, it rests there on her knee
On her arm she wrote
UtopiaI could be executed for writing this. Hell, they'd probably throw me in prison just for catching me with a pen and paper. But I have to get this down... I know it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm a free thinker... and then they'll make sure I never existed.Utopia3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ten years ago, the entire world changed. They had been building up to this point, and they were incredibly successful. I saw it comiand I tried my best to tell people that this isn't how we want to live. We don't want to be controlled... but they were already brainwashed.
The government showed their true colors. Libraries and theatres were torn down, artwork and historical artifacts were burned to ashes, and the world's most renowned musicians were gunned down like animals. Oh yea... the animals... you'd be lucky to even find a picture of one, let alone a real one.
Anyone caught with any sort of art, music, unorthodox clothing, stuffed animals, books, religious practice... anything that made someone individual...
I Want You To Know Something.I Want You To Know Something.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you to know something.
I'm going to be here waiting.
I'll be waiting through your indecision. Through your sadness, through your happyness and whatever else you may feel. I'll be here through it all.
Go ahead and push me away, go ahead and come back to me.
I think I'm falling for you, and I want you to know I'm not going to give up on this.
I'll be there in the morning when through your tears you try to push me away and tell me I shouldn't want to be with you. I promise I'll be there to sit with you through your tears and that mine will be silent as to not upset you.
I want you to know though, that even when you tell me that I shouldn't want to be with you, and that you'll only hurt me and that you still love her, I'll be here.
I'm willing to wait for you to move on from her. I will do my best to show you that I do want to be with you and that I'm willing to take the chance on you hurting me. I can't promise that I wont upset you or hurt you in some way.
But I can promise you th
Star-Crossedi.Star-Crossed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my paperweight love.
Rainy days break my heart, she cried.
So sing me the story
of the star-crossed lovers.
You sucked a bruise into my skin
and I hoped that I could carry you around
forever, but it only lasted a week
until you were gone.
don't always have to be requited, he said.
Here is the story of how the sun
fell in love with the moon.
Your fingers pressed music notes
into my ribcage and you
mouthed an apology against my thighs
until I shook with it.
The sun loved the moon so much,
that he burnt out every night
just to see the moon shine for a few hours.
I begged you to stay,
but the thing about love is that
it always hurts in the end.
The moon eventually
fell in love with a star
and the sun died
from a broken heart.
You were my paperweight love, but
my pages burnt away
along with you.
Star-crossed; A love that is doomed from the start.
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
River and the DoctorIt took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.River and the Doctor3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a bright bow-tie. And to hinder his physical talents even further, his unruly brown hair dangled completely in front of his eyes in one fell swoop.
"No need to beat yourself up over a couple scratches, stranger," Mal called to him while he and Jayne worked. He particularly eyed the nicks and scuffs in the bright cobalt paint. "This thing looks like it'
Sons and Daughters of The RevolutionSons and Daughters of The Revolution3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
This is a Love PoemI must admit to less than innocent thoughtsThis is a Love Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the lithe lengths of your frame
and the mysteries crowding in your eyes,
clouded over with ecstasy (or affection,
that word in the English language
forgotten in place of more life-threatening
controversies, taking value over the
fire-warmed embers of necessity and want).
We cannot be ephemeral, not when life
is the longest prison sentence I’ve been
inflicted with, and I still remember the scent
of your surreptitious skin when we
renamed conspiracies as derivations from
our [single] definitive state of unliving,
an ineffable defiance of
misery’s inevitable subjugation.
Noahysumundoinversodenubes.¿Sabes?, aveces me acuerdo de Noah y de su mundo inverso de nubes.Noahysumundoinversodenubes.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿Recuerdas como nos decia que miraba hacia el cielo y decia que las nubes eran otra tierra, otros continentes que se movian dulcemente por el cielo, mucho mas rápido que la Tierra, mucho mas lejos que la Luna...?
Noah era soñadora y tierna, como las nubes de caramelo en las que flotaba a todas horas, mucho mas lejos de la realidad que el resto de las personas que la rodeaban. Noah saltaba entre bancos de nebina como un dulce cordero ingrávido que corre por el aire, mientras se evaporaba y se volvia a materializar, en un cliclo casi infinito; sobrevolaba las altas llanuras nubosas y los planos desiertos de todos los tonos de la escala de grises; se recreaba en las mas altas cumbres con solo desearlo; usaba los arcoiris como tobogan a las estrellas que se ocultaban mas allá de la pálida luz solar; y, cuando tenia miedo, se escondia en el interior del sol, ese cálido corazón que
Vampire!EnglandXReader:Forever and Always EpilogueVampire!EnglandXReader:Forever and Always Epilogue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had now been three years since yours and Arthurs first night together, and many more had followed that one, it took some coaxing, but after about a year you managed to convince him to turn you, just a few short weeks later was when you first felt it.
The tiny life stirring inside of you, your child, Arthur’s child… You had been terrified of what he would think, he was still a punk rocker after all, what would that do to his image? Would he want you to get rid of it? It took you almost two weeks to get up the nerve to tell him after you found out, you almost cried when he didn’t say anything, but then suddenly he hugged you against him and buried his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent as a few happy tears fell from his eyes.
“I-I’m so happy love! I was going to wait to tell you, but I guess now is as good a time as ever…I’m done, with the punk rocker thing, this weekend is my last show, and then I’m done, and..And
Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Those are the only words that are being processed into my mind right now as everything around me was a giant canvas of swirling and blurred colors that would've been a beautiful painting, if it wasn't for the fact /why/ it was like that. My shaking, (s/c) hands were outstretched before me in an attempt to slap away all of the branches and foliage that managed to get in my path as I ran. My legs felt as if they were on fire with all of the adrenaline and blood that was pumping through them, but none of that mattered to me anymore. The intense heat and pain from my legs only encouraged me to move even faster than I was moments ago.
Encouraged me to escape death itself.
A loud crackling noise was heard not to far behind me and a blinding, blue light struck the tree only a few feet away from my head. The blast made me recoil instinctively and it felt as if a root came out of the ground and grabbed my ankle, pulling me down. My mouth opened to scream but no noise
Beautiful HomeDriving home from the hospital was fun. I rolled down the windows and sang as loud as my lungs and voicebox would let me. I was free! Finally free! I was making my way home to my roommate and my cats and my pillow and my bed and a bathroom that smelled like cat pee because of the litter box we kept there--everything, everything in the world was wonderful.Beautiful Home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Except I had to make it to the pharmacy before it closed.
No matter. I could do it. I practically flew back to the little truck stop where I had been working for the past year and a half. It was on the outskirts of my tiny town, and full of employees who were my neighbors. Seeing their faces would be marvelous--and it was.
"When are you coming back? We've missed you!" they told me, when I arrived. I gave hugs out by enormous volumes--nothing was so good as seeing these wonderful people, especially when they told me they missed me--these were small towners, who only said such when it was true to the heart.
I found my manager in
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 013 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So (y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to
the aristocracy called in sick"Hello, honey. I see you've come home early tonight. I have something to tell you."the aristocracy called in sick6 years ago in General More Like This
Yes, I've missed you dear, and I have something to tell you to -- something to give you. Something in my pocket is feeling rather regicidal today; rather daring, rather curious, rather . . . committed, I'd say.
Oh, hun, what are you on about now? Do you think you're some chivalrous casanova? This morning, the starlit skies twinkled and it reminded me of your eyes, but I know I was just being fanciful."
Sit down, my darling mermaid. Let's engage in some blue-blooded talk. My eloquence has lost me again, and I'm more pretentious than nervous. Do you love me?
Of course, I do dear, but I need to tell you something! And why are you down on one knee?
Because they're weak from your presence; they need your calcium. Because my heart is on the floor, and I love you. Because, o
EscapeEvery day, I die a little more inside;Escape5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, yearning to escape, my emotions, I try to hide.
I only want to shield you; hide you from the pain I feel;
But in reality, it's no use; it's not the best way to deal.
It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I question your trust.
It's just that all my sorrows are becoming way too much.
I don't usually speak my mind or even think things through.
But at the end of every day, I'm thinking about you.
I'm sorry for all the times that I have lied straight to your face,
The truth is, no, I'm not okay, my memories, I'd like to erase.
Maybe one day, I'll be at peace, and share the reason for my sadness.
But until then, I'll let my mind escape into the blackness.