Trafalgar law x reader ~Your pov~Trafalgar law x reader 9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Law-chaaaan~" i said while walking into the observation deck. i rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. law and everyone looked at me. i stood there in my camo boxers and orange tank-top. it was probably around two in the morning.
"what are you doing awake?" law asked as i walked over to him. by now everyone had gone back to what they were doing prior to me coming in. stretching i yawned.
"i got cold and woke up. and my cuddly heater wasn't there." i saw a faint smirk on his face while i sat with him on his chair. he rested his chin on my head as he looked over a map. his chest was pressed against my back. his body heat started to make me sleepy. i rubbed my eyes in hopes of being able to stay awake.
"we need to find an island. i need new medical books." i looked the map over and found the little yellow dot that represented us. there weren't any islands near us. i looked again, following the little dot with my eyes unti
The Salem Witch trials.It was just before dusk, the once milky blue sky dazed in vibrant hues one would only see in a summer's dream. I sat staring off into space, the forgotten but still dripping wet paintbrush splashed onto my dress. I looked down and cursed inwardly as the green on my skirt contorted before my eyes. The color going from a thistle green to a murky brwonish black. With another curse I placed the brush on the small wooden table at my side. By that point the sun was below the horizon and as I did everyday for as long as I can remember I watched with a heavy heart as the last warm rays dissapeared behind the mountians. I spotted small specks appearing in the sky, the stars obviuosly. I blankly stared at my painting, the picture seemed to melt together for a breif moment before my eyes refocused themselves. I wasnt nearly as good as Rebecca, my youngest cousin. She was gifted creativness, while I was gifted the art of feeling. I know it may sound strange but I feel things. I can knowThe Salem Witch trials.10 years ago in Historical More Like This
Is It So Absurd?The thought of you and IIs It So Absurd?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is like a chimpanzee
Shouting French at me,
"Vous etes un singe",
With each swing by.
The thought of you and I
Is like the measured laugh,
The type the short giraffe
Has learnt will fall
From those up high.
The thought of you and I
Is like a lion at rest
Trying to pump its breast
For one last roar
Or one last sigh.
On ToleranceOn Tolerance3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You'll have to stick with me for a bit, but I'll begin with a jarring statement to most readers: it seems to me that the Catholic Church is really the most tolerant of anyone or anything.
This is because the Catholic Church has rightfully questioned everything and accepted what it must. It is derived from the fact that we see creation as good and, as such, there is nothing that exists separated from goodnessno matter how hopeless. We are tolerant precisely because we call things evil and because we call things good. These are like the actions of a wise gardener who prunes leaves and branches, allowing the good to grow properly and the bad to fall lifelessly.
Indeed, the history and hagiographies [lives of the saints] of the Church attest to this attitude. St. Martin of Tours, though he had the mighty pine tree cut he erected an altar in its place. He removed the worship of something false with the worship of something truehe did not remove worship.
St. Catherine of S
CrawlCrawlCrawl10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All bones will break.
All blood will clot.
All flesh will rot.
Slowly she would kill them all.
Teach them what its like to crawl.
Through the blood and rotting muck.
Swords and knives all painted red as she went from room to room.
Killing them all one by one.
Leave a little trinket and it's all done.
She grins a little having a little fun.
Then she realized he was the last before her work was done.
He tried to hide.
In the end she killed him hiding in his parents bedroom.
His dead eyes stared at her as she took the final step by killing a little bit of her own soul yet again.
Fairy StoryFairy Story10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've never tried to change me.
Nor stollen any kiss.
For I've always wanted the taste of you on my soft lips.
Our breaths so sweetly mingling as our lips combine.
You put you hand so gently into mine.
I've never known the truth of love before.
But now I see that nothing was true to me till I found you.
Your perfect smile, the way you laugh.
I never felt so alive as the moment I was wrapped in your arms.
I've never seen a love so pure and true.
I always thought fairy stories would never come true.
But one has for me.
It awakened me at darkest hour.
I can't beleave my story took so long.
But I've gotten to the end where we live happily ever after.
Just me and my sweet Prince.
Pieces of GlassPieces of Glass10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dove flys high in the midnight sky.
Stars that blaze brightly at night.
My world shatters, like glass.
A thousand pieces lost.
Thousands more gained.
Memories put away to cry about another day.
New broken glass pieces entering sight.
Every new place and every new face another shard.
Another forgotten day.
Another memeory left to fade away.
Dawn and darkness bleak as rain.
There is always so much pain.
Trying to escape the prison of a mind.
Everyone seeing and yet so blind.
I feel I'm loosing it.
Left it behind.
Passing crowds of faceless names.
Not yet ready for the games they play.
Death greets us with open arms.
Looking as though he can do no harm.
Fear trapped seen through clouded eyes.
I feel like a slave to my broken mind.
Brain and body torn to ribbons.
Glass pieces on the ground.
My world shattered again just after I rebuilt it.
Taring my flesh and thoughts again.
I try to rebuild my world again.
But I'm leaving my pieces of glass behind this time.
Letter To An OtterLively otter, playful companionLetter To An Otter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you had any adventures
In the years since we last met
That are worth reciting in verse?
What pleasures have you encountered
In the splash of the river's song?
Do you often taste the nectar
Of bountiful diving forays?
Your aquatic agility
Allows all your untainted joy
To flow throughout your body with ease
And I am envious of you
How can your joy be untainted
When so much darkness runs rampant?
Is this eternal merriment
The result of a simple life?
RussiaXReader - In the Dark pt.5RussiaXReader - In the Dark pt.53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Russia's first instinct was to protect you, and your unborn child as he set you on your feet and held you pressed close against him, turned away from Belarus and the daggers she was throwing at you with her eyes, before she could start throwing real daggers at you.
"Natalia, what are you doing here?"
"That does not matter! What is __________ doing here! And why are you holding her like that!"
You peeked out from around Russia and looked at his sister, you were afraid, but you were not going to leave Russia to take care of the whole matter on his own.
"Natalia I can explain, I..I love Ivan-"
Natalia angrily shook her head and glared harder at you, if that was even possible.
"Nyet! I do not want to hear that! You could never love him as much as I do! You do not deserve him!"
Russia pulled you closer to him and looked sternly at his sister with a frown, shaking his head.
"Nyet, Natalia, vy znayete, chto eto ne tak, ya lyublyu yeye, yesli vy deystvitelʹno lyubite menya vy pozvol
Enters The WaterThe aroma of a recent downpourEnters The Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingers on the air like a charming kiss
Grey clouds still concealing morning sunlight
Songbirds signal the attendance of spring
An otter awakens with empty paunch
And as the river shares its poetry
She enters the water to catch breakfast
And she returns to the shore with a fish
With each bite that she savors, she thanks God
For the opportunity to do so
Character StarsCharacter Stars3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A trail of stars that fell from the night,
Colors of the rainbow.
Each colors give a feelings and traits.
Yellow gives hope, blue gives modesty.
Orange gives bravery, pink gives love.
So I'll sprinkle yellow on the hopeless,
Blue on the vain.
Orange on the cowardly,
And love on the lonely.
Hopefully, the world will then be at peace.
Soul TrainNo green grass on either side,Soul Train2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The land is hard, parched and dried,
On the line wobbling to and fro,
With only one direction left to go,
Ahead no green, no ending light,
Still onward alone stumbling in fright.
Once held by a steady hand,
Led patiently through luscious land,
Satisfied beyond indulgence,
Living in gleeful abundance,
Then the sky began to thunder,
The scavengers began to plunder.
Instead of a field of peace,
In war all pleasures halt and cease,
Thunder deafens, lightening blinds,
The chaos of their addled minds,
Scorching, maiming and tormenting,
Leaving innocents lamenting.
The train of souls plodding onward,
Trudging, stumbling, always forward,
What resilience in a human soul,
To continue living without the whole,
Some fall along the way,
Others cling for one more day.
Will it take an angelic band,
The intervention of a heavenly hand?
Has not humanity already been blessed,
And yet continues to fail each test?
Would one upon the ragged line brave to turn,
To see the hall
Birdsongon the first dayBirdsong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
god told the planets to swirl around their orbits
and they swirl in my head
making me dizzy
when I try to figure out
the dark of eternity.
on the second
he added a mole on the witch's nose
to prove to his baby lambs
that grass isn't always as green
and the lambs have fallen
as it was an evening fairytale
for the prince
and maybe they shouldn't.
on the third day
in a rocking chair
in a house brick-red in colour
near the fireplace and porcelain
tableware with one plate chipped
in that place when its floral ornament starts
just like roses climbing on the wall of his house.
and when they slipped
into the room through the open window
into his afternoon cup
gaining the colour of tea
on the day that was meant to be the fourth
he made the water
and the sun
and the rain
in the seven stripes
of joy that divided the sky
on the fifth day he was fatigued
Another ReasonWhat’s up, you grumpy git?Another Reason2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Forever in a moody snit,
Living in your pessimism,
Always full of criticism.
Does anyone do anything right?
Looking for another fight?
Can’t you see what we do well?
Enjoying your self-imposed hell?
Well my dear, stay here and wallow,
I will not remain, nor will I follow,
Perhaps you will see the light,
See the world is not all blight.
You may think it oddly funny,
That I see grey as partly sunny,
Wonders and joy to be had,
Not like you and oh so glad!
Ebay WoesOh, boots of my heartful desire,Ebay Woes2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To have you I longingly aspire,
And so I place my initial bid,
Feeling like a gleeful kid,
As the bids quickly grow higher.
So I raise my max amount,
Every penny may just count,
Oh my boots, I long to claim you,
Come on Mama needs a new shoe,
Let me check my bank account.
My financial limit looms,
I sense my impending doom,
Oh boots that I dream of wearing,
Your loss is beyond my bearing,
So my bidding I resume.
I watch as the seconds ticker,
See the competition clicker,
Hope alive as a sec remains,
Will I be the one who claims?
You are NOT the highest bidder!
Once again my spirit in affliction,
The bidding action my addition,
Let me search for something more,
Something I need not, but adore,
Money not desire my restriction.
...I miss the summer in your eyes,...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sweep of light and glimmer of life
that whispers to my heart.
100 Themes No.52 Princess.100 THEME CHALLENGE100 Themes No.52 Princess.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ha ha ha ha you are by far the manliest picture of Princess Peach I've ever seen " Ike grumbled as he tripped and staggered in the pink ball-gown that was clearly not meant for muscular tall men to dress in.
"Whose idea was it to have a fancy dress party where we randomly picked a name and had to dress as that other smasher?"
"Captain Falcon's, if you must know," said Marth, "If it's any consolation, nothing can be worse than his pink and white race suit,"
"But it's not fair! Why were we lumped with dressing as as girls!" Ike turned to stare at himself in the mirror. A vast quantity of blond wig fell about his face, falling down to the meet the straining pink ball-gown. Large white gloves covered Ike's broad fore arms and clenched fists, and he had even crammed his feet into an overlarge pink high heels and in one of his hands he held one of Peach's spare umbrellas, which he looked like he wanted to jab someo
EnglandXReader-Only A Little Crazy-Chapter 11EnglandXReader-Only A Little Crazy-Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After you two had danced, and people started leaving, you had hastily let go of each other, flushing awkwardly as your friends smirked at you.
"Knew it!" They all said in unison, making you two blush even more.
However, after the dance was over and you were back home, you both started acting pretty much the same as you normally did.
The only difference was that you were now calling Arthur by his first name, which he saw as a major triumph on his part.
Nowadays, Arthur was becoming more and more fascinated by your behavior. After the dance, he vigorously started studying you again, trying to figure you out. This time, however, it was to satisfy his own curiosity as well.
He had figured you out enough, however, to not be surprised when you appeared downstairs on that Wednesday, Halloween, dressed in full costume. However, what he did not expect was that you were dressed up as Ludwig.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked slowly.
"TWENTY PUSH-UPS!" You roared in response, startling
Land of My DreamsThere is a place I have visited often in my dreams, never in my waking. There is a small town, larger than a village but manageably traveled on foot. The hills are steep and offer tremendous views of the river gorge where a wide, swiftly flowing river runs. Each building is pristinely painted and manicured.Land of My Dreams3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I work in the most unusual place, an antique dealership. Each time I go to this land, it is my first day and I walk from mansion-like warehouses examining treasures of all kinds, from all eras and all lands. I sense, but never see that there is something crooked about this place. It is eerily wonderful, too wonderful, but I am happy.
In the town of my dreams, there is a town center filled with restaurants from around the world. Once I ate at the Chinese restaurant with my husband. The last time, we passed through the restaurant and ate instead at a pub overlooking the river. It w
Love Conquers All EpilogueLove Conquers All Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three months had past since the incident with Volo, and Rainbow Dash had spent each day under medical supervision. After Applejack had collapsed in the Everfree Forest from her fight with Volo, Twilight had carried both ponies to the Ponyville Urgent Response Centre. That had been the last time that Rainbow had seen Applejack, they were split up, and sent to separate wards. Time and time again, Rainbow requested to visit Applejack, but each time she had been given the same response.
Today was going to be different however; today she was going to see her friend after all this time. At this moment she laid in a bed, on a ward which was empty, all but herself. Around her, various instruments checked her vital signs, storing information for the medics to use later. She was lying in wait for someone to come and discharge her. A nurse had claimed that someone would be there to meet her in ten minutes. That was over two hours ago, and Rainbow Dash was becoming impatient. To her relief, a
Seeking In ShadowsWalking as softly as if walking on water,Seeking In Shadows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet quieter and gentler than the kindest of the winds.
She looks for him in the shadows of the night,
She knows him to be part of places that have pools of darkness
The one changing with hours of the day,
and the unseen shadows with in the vacant of light.
The shadows are treacherous
Yet have some unswayed wise-ness to them,
To her they provided more comfort,
than sitting beneath the brightest of
Andy Biersack's speech"When we talk to our audience about being yourself and being who you want to be, its not about being sad about it-its about shoving your middle finger in the air.Andy Biersack's speech4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
We try to show people that you shouldn't be apologetic for being the way are or the way you want to be. You dont need to be depressed or 'emo' for being who you are. You should emphasise and celebrate your differences.
If it weren't for peoples differences, the world would be boring as hell. . .or boring as heaven depending on the way you look at it. There are a lot of bands who seem happy to address youthful alienation by saying 'Yeah, you're sad, we're sad. lets wallow in it'.
Thats not our stance on it all. Its the rock n' roll idea of having a good time, party, be yourself and fuck everyone else i think our fans know that what Black Veil Brides ate saying is 'Hey, its alright to be weird or different'.
IN THAT WAY, WE REPRESENT THE ULTIMATE OUTCASTS."
---- Andy Biersack BVB ARMY '11