IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
Orange skinOrange skin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
MoonlessThe moonless eveningMoonless2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
butterfly kisseshe told me he played tic-tac-toe on his armbutterfly kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a razorblade once
and showed me the scars to prove it
i grazed my fingers over his forearm
marked with faint white lines
that made me scared i would lose him someday
and i thought back to that one time
when he was drunk and i could hear
the urgency in his voice as he stood on a ledge
but all i could feel was his heart beating faster then
when i touched the stories permanently inscribed
in his skin
and his left hand tracing the outline of my jaw
and even the tickle of his eyelashes against my cheek
as we sat in the backseat of his nissan.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
Falling II: Chapter 30Falling II: The Curse of the Bat: Chapter 30: RegroupFalling II: Chapter 303 years ago in Romance More Like This
Starfire broke through the wall of the room that had become a city before her eyes. She tumbled onto the floor of the next room, unable to control her flight. Not understanding what was happening to her, she began to sob.
"Robin!" she cried into the bare room, feeling even more alone as the sound bounced off of the hard walls.
What was happening to her? She had been confused and frightened many times before, but she had never felt this cowardly.
She lay there panting, trying to pull herself together, but just becoming more and more afraid.
Then she thought she heard someone talking. She couldn't understand the words, but she recognized the voice. "Raven?" She sat up, listening. Again she thought she heard the voice, but still couldn't quite understand it.
But somehow, even though the words did not make sense, the voice made something very clear to Starfire. She was strong. She was the Princess of
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demandIt Shouldn't Matter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I?
It’s my face, my life isn’t it?
It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my own
And that should be enough
He’s a relaxing voice
A faceless man
With a clever sense of humor
He’s a beautiful person
And that’s enough
The cruelty drags me down
I’m tired of seeing it
I’m tired of the scrutiny
I want to be a cartoon character
Stop looking at me
Why are they so determined to know?
It isn’t important
He should be judged on his own merits
A face shouldn’t matter
He is beautiful anyways
a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.a confession2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part of myself i had forgotten. like i’d dropped you when i was walking to class one day. then i came back to you, through the arbor of the rain, soaking wet and on my knees, begging, my hair and eyes a collection of weakness and water. and you were a new kind of jesus, complete with blue jeans and a crooked smile, nailed to the bed, your halo a pil
Dying breaths: A Merlin fanfictionHe was once told there was always hope, but that was a lie.Dying breaths: A Merlin fanfiction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur stared at the broken body he cradled, scarcely able to believe it. This boy - no that wasn't right - this man always made it through everything with nary a scratch. Looking back, Arthur wondered about it now, but now was too late.
Far too late.
Arthur choked on a sob, trying to stop the tears building up, but he couldn't. And so he let them flow freely. He hugged the body that was in his arms. He hugged it so tightly, wishing that it was more than just a corpse, that his friend was alive.
'Please be alive. Please let this only be a dream. Please be alive. Please let this only be a dream.' The words repeated themselves in his head. Over and over and over.
His chest hurt. He couldn't get enough breathe. Arthur could vaguely hear someone calling his name. Looking for him. Looking for the one in his arms. The one whose eyes were staring, unseeing to the sky.
The body was cold now. There was no warmth to it. How could there
TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Fated To Meet Pt 3TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Fated To Meet Pt 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
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"What's the problem, Batman?" Robin asked.
"I need to speak with you, privately," Batman said.
Robin exchanged a small smile with Starfire before she headed out. The door clicked shut before Batman continued.
"The Gordanians have spoken to us about an ultimatum," the Dark Knight said, "either we turn her in or they'll destroy this city with one blast. I suggest you turn the girl in."
"She didn't do anything!" the boy wonder exploded.
"You haven't heard the whole truth," Batman glared, "she's a dangerous warrior who'll destroy our planet, Robin. She's a princess from her home planet who so happens to be the next in line to rule. Her parents are gone. She has Tamaran under her fingertips. It so happens that she came from Okaara for a mission: to destroy the Earth. Turn her in now. I'll meet you at headquarters." The holographic image of Batman faded.
Robin was in shock. Starfire couldn't do that It can't be. But Batman said she is evil.<
The Transfer Student (Rivaille X Reader) Part 2You continued to gaze out of the window you sat next to, playing with your [h/c] hair again, not caring about taking notes or listening to what Mr. Smith was even talking about. Stuck in your own world and fantasizing about your "senpai" or what looked like it since he sure didn't look like he was a first year.The Transfer Student (Rivaille X Reader) Part 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Giving yourself a light slap on both your cheeks snapping you back to reality, Mr. Smith called on you to answer a question. You looked all around you at all the gleaming eyes piercing at your figure. "Umm..Jean..What are we talking about and what's the answer?" you asked Jean with a nervous smile on your face. "He asked 'What was the order of the organs from which food passes through from the beginning to the end of the process'" He whispered back at you.
"Thanks a bunch, Jean!" You say as you then answer the question. As soon as Mr. Smith praised you for answering it correctly even though you didn't pay attention for even a second. "Ohmiga
crosswords + dot-to-dots.two a.m,crosswords + dot-to-dots.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your kitchen,
lighting cigarettes on your stove.
i'm thankful for
or your arms wouldn't be
holding me close.
time is as long as
this cigarette will allow -
is here & now.
with each flick
of my wrist,
my eyes do the same -
from your clothes
to your oceanic eyes
to your sunken in face.
i want your taste -
but ashes linger
in my mouth
& your hand headed south
& i guess we were playing
i searched for the words
to fill your
but you searched for
my body's beginning
to connect its dots.
The DescriptionHe drinks coffeeThe Description2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its the art of seduction,
and quite honestly
when he does it
it might as well be.
You'll catch him
frowning into it
as he hastily scribbles
in a notebook
to make the world
El cambia a español
en la mitad del frase
and I don't think
he even realises.
He loves the world
that to be a part of it
leaves you feeling
He makes the world seem
to contain his love
and when he smiles,
because he reminds me
that there is hope
to be had.
For the world,
For people like us.
He is soil,
Salt of the earth,
of everything good
that will grow from
He is a ramshackled
waking up to
the realisation that
he is an innovator;
and that his passion
could change the world.
FineWally just held him.Fine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
Safe (Reiner x reader)You sat inside an abandoned building, cowering from the humanlike beasts that lurked outside. Your gear broke, leaving you helpless and alone. Every noise made you jump, every shadow made you shake with fear. You put her head on your knees and thought; you were going to die here.Safe (Reiner x reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You shook your head. If you were to die now, you would die fighting. It would be not only for yourself, but your whole squad who died imbued with the courage you never had. You pushed yourself off the ground and walked over to a window. The window was shielded by a heavy curtain which you grabbed with your trembling hand. As you pulled it away from the window, you froze. Looking in on the other side of the window was a titan. It looked at you with its dull eyes. The titan broke the window with ease. It gripped your waist and pulled you out of the house. You didn’t scream for help, knowing that no one would come for you. The titan lifted you up to its twisted face. It was at that moment you realized; they
KonjukuYou think you are a pebble.Konjuku2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's not the most romantic thing to say to someone, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness. You think you are a pebble. That you have been worn down and eroded to the point where all corners have been smoothed out. That you have allowed the awkward elbows and ankle bones, the stutter and the scars, to be rubbed out. That you've let them wear you down until you are no longer abrasive when you come into direct contact with what they expect you to be.
You are not a pebble.
You are not small or part of a greater pattern. You are not disposable, at the mercy of Poisedon's temperate shifts. You are not the sum of the parts around you. You are not a pebble.
You are soil; and some may say that that's not the most kind thing to say to someone. People will walk all over you. By that, I mean that you will rise to new heights and be the beginning of something beyond what we have now. Like a sharp cliff you will become the platform that others have to build from
I won't fallI'll withstand it.I won't fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how hard you shoot,
I won't fall.
I'm stronger than you think.
No matter how many ammo you waste on me,
I won't fall.
I'll withstand everything.
I'll repel everything you throw my way,
I won't fall.
I'm stronger than you could ever guess.
Just try and shoot me down,
I won't fall.
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.