Trafalgar law x reader ~Your pov~Trafalgar law x reader 6 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.9 years ago in Historical More Like This
On ToleranceOn Tolerance2 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
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.
CrawlCrawlCrawl9 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 Story9 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 Glass9 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.52 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
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
Enters The WaterThe aroma of a recent downpourEnters The Water2 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
Cuarenta y dos. Veintisiete.Cuarenta y dos. Veintisiete.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Una vez mi viejo me dijo que era más lindo estar enamorado que estar en una relación.
Vi un documental que contaba como para cada roto hay un descosido.
En realidad no, pero la moraleja era esa.
El tipo ponía un montón de bolitas en un frasco. Y le iba preguntando a distintas
personas cuantas bolitas había.
Uno decía cien. Otro decía mil. Otro decía un millón.
Si sacabas el promedio de todas las respuestas, el resultado era la cantidad exacta de
bolitas en el frasco.
Porque para cada roto, se supone que hay un descosido.
En realidad no, en realidad no lo sé.
Mi vieja me vivía diciendo que me valiera por mi misma. Mi vieja era radical.
Feminista. Semi-conservadora. Mi vieja no sabía cantar.
Me contaron la historia de una mina que se casó con su novio de primaria y no se enteró
hasta muchísimo después.
La del tipo que se re enganchó con una piba que conoció en un recital, y que no le p
Broken momentsSitting beside the windowBroken moments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair
It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves
Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush
But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in
I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea
So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a weakling
Just leaves it to die.
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
Bulimia's whoreBloodshot eyes,Bulimia's whore2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Back against the wall,
Slowly she falls,
Crying collapsed on the floor,
She can't take much more,
Her body shakes,
Her stomach aches,
Still not empty she tries once more,
Wishes she could stop eating,
Wishes she could stop breathing,
Anything to stop the scenario repeating,
Thought it was a quick fix once,
Not any more,
Two years later she's bulimia's whore,
She hates food yet still gets the urge,
Anything at all,
She ends up here on the bathroom floor
Half,Half,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th