To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:To Pee, or not to Pee?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...
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.Hand.in.Hand.chapter2.Hand.in.Hand.chapter23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hand in Hand
My eyes darted around the room. It was dark and cold. I could smell blood somewhere. I don't know where. Or maybe it was venom. I couldn't tell. Was it my venom? No. I don't think so. I tried to feel for a wound, but my arms and legs were strapped to some sort of metal table. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I know where I am. My mind reeled for some escape route. Anything. Every cell in my body didn't want to be here.
I was on Refitel Aist's ship. I tried to rip my arms out from the harnesses, but it only caused pain. My shoulders were coming out of their sockets. I closed my eyes for a secondbut when I reopened them, I was in another room.
The walls were a cool, smoky gray; a skylight above my head showed the night sky, and a dark, single quit was across most of my body. I let out a sigh and fell back onto my pillow. I was back in my room.
It was just a nightmare. It was just a stupid nightmare. I
spatgood evening sweetie, i made you some baked ziti lacedspat6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with a fleeting sense of permanence that reeks of greedy
gumdrops sweetly singing o'er the planet's anniversary. keep
asking me about ingredients and we will indiscreetly sweep
our tempers underneath the persian sprawling in the foyer.
your lamenting to your mom versus my calling up a lawyer
is a title fight i might've liked to never witness.
you were a little like my type until you found your middle digits.
Firebird The radio was the last thing Gwen packed.Firebird2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an afterthought, an act of impulse. She’d been in the pantry, raiding every scrap of non-perishable food she could get her hands on. She shoved granola bars and bags of pretzels into the folds of the clothing that was already taking up the majority of the space in her beat-up purple backpack. She’d had the backpack since she started Kindergarten. Joel had never cared enough to buy her a new one.
When her bag was bursting at the seams, Gwen jerked the zipper closed, using her knee and the side of the washing machine as a makeshift clamp to hold the bag shut. Just as she tugged the zipper into place, though, a blush of pink caught her eye from behind the dryer. She set the bag down quietly on the stained linoleum and tried to get a better look at the object. It was small, pink, and probably plastic, but tha
caligynephobia on the turquoise coastit was a thrombocyte dalliance that killed the mooncaligynephobia on the turquoise coast5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
exsanguine as the fat men ripple
an unctuous pastiche of love
IM A DUDE HES A DUDE SHES A DUDE WERE ALL DUDESSatan penis and gobbledeegookIM A DUDE HES A DUDE SHES A DUDE WERE ALL DUDES3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bunnies impaled by Captain Hook
Oscar the Grouch is quite the crook
THIS POEM GOT ME AN A+ IN ART SCHOOL!
trinitease/trinitease8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you set my spine to knotting
with imperfect purl of wax.
clip collarbones to drain them
of their cabernet impacts.
your swishing wakes the levy
and grips teeth of the deceased.
churns salivating testaments
in infinite increase.
the twist of looms in chaos
and cartography dispersed.
fine lines in exit vectors
looping twice about the earth.
a curvature evolving
from unmeasured sect decree
that aggravates the dialect
of treasured lecturing.
a clash of fingerprinting with
a violet wild stare.
the genesis of ending
your litigated seraphim
bow fluid at the knee.
dissolve the body noted
by the crimson lettering.
oh lover suffer sweet with me
and lush make every reap.
we'll monument the dimming light
and lustre tourmaline.
iterationhere, he’d said, is your new york snow globe,iteration5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
now cataclysmic rigmarole over lukewarm oatmeal,
i am bored i complained, though it’s great, the crater,
the shadows of great animals overshooting the sky.
now a map of concepts that’s become translucent,
christmas lights of nerves: to vivisect a jellyfish
is no great sin; he said in symbiosis flourish,
so a strand of seaweed clinging to the buoy
which is a feeling, namely, of retch and tightened
muscles, and seaman tattoos, and thickening slush;
it is time: snow sprinkled over musky saltwater
somewhere a ship plows on, making sense
i don’t know how, we carry on
The Substitution ParadigmThe Substitution ParadigmThe Substitution Paradigm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ramu came up to our table. Glaring at me, he said, “You either order something or get out.”
I glanced away from the threat, and turned to Raghav. A single drop of sweat was running down his brow. Ramu saw that too and identifying his prey, he sprung.
Swinging around, he faced Raghav, “Order something or get out.”
Then Ramu just stood there. It was not as if we had rehearsed it before hand, but he knew. He knew that my co-occupants generally folded in the first round. Only the stout made it to second level, but they too buckled under Ramu’s relentless gaze.
I always had a policy of not spending on other people’s problems. My purse was already slimmer than the waist of a size zero model. So, I simply sat there, watching the lion circling his prey.
A few seconds later, the prey went down. “Two coffees”, Raghav said, wiping away the sweat with a handkerchief.
Ramu turned his head back, gave me a leering smile, and we
Ray's squirrel XDRay's squirrel XD4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gee: hey Frankie, ever notice how Ray's fro looks like a squirrel?
Frankie: hhahahaha yeah.. whata bout you Mikes... does Ray's fro look like a squirrel?
Mikey: hahahahaha it soooo does :3
*Bob and Ray slowly walk up*
Bob: hey guys watcha talkin about?
Frankie: oh nothing...
Gee: just about how Rays hair looks like a squirrel
Bob: hahahahaha it does xD
Ray: hey! respect the fro! it doesnt look like a squirrel!!
Mikey: sorry to brake it to you man, but yeah, it looks like a fucking squirrel
Ray: My head is not a squirrel damnit!
Gee: your right Ray. Its an undead squirrel!!!
Frankie:hahahhahahahahaha dude classic!
Bob: *distracred by a butterfly* lalalalala dodeedodo
Mikey: uhm earth to Bob?
Ray: my head is not a squirrel damnit! ITS.NOT.A.SQUIRREL.
Frankie: hey Ray can i name your squirrel?
Gee: yeah, lets name it John.
Mikey: No! Stephen!
Frankie: hey it was my idea! we will name him Carlos.
Ray: its not a squirrel! the fro has no name!
Frankie: are you just
Canada x Reader: Secret Admirer Part 1You sat the vase full of flowers on the table and adjusted the flower stems somewhat until you were content with their overall appearance. The vase you were working with was very much like yourself: plain, but pretty – and remained in the background in the grand scheme of things. You moved on to the next vase.Canada x Reader: Secret Admirer Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Good morning.” You looked up in surprise upon hearing the gentle voice. You had arrived for work at the embassy early in the morning, to give yourself enough time to replace all the wilting flowers before the first scheduled meeting started. You hadn't noticed someone was already sitting at the table. He was dressed in a tidy suit and tie, and had glasses and blond hair. You knew who he was. Just last week he had stumbled into the conference room, late for a meeting. (“I had to shovel my driveway so my truck could get out, and then I had to stop at Tim Horton's for my morning coffee...”) Yo
touching myself in public restroomswe live in a world of excuses.touching myself in public restrooms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the priest at my grandmother’s funeral
was pardoned for his lack of empathy
and a homily of broken crescendos.
i sat in the back pew making innuendos and
i’ve spent every day since making love
to angry poetry before my body was ready,
touching myself in public restrooms,
and plagiarizing the wisdom of my father’s silence.
i’m too tired to grow up, i said
while looking straight into the eyes
of the cancer she was given for free.
the brittle timepiece of her mobility
counted off steps and hours that ticked away.
it could not have been more than
a month ago that i wandered out the chapel
and my black-clad waist became sooted in stardust.
i sunk, wailing, into the bleeding concrete
and refused to be not young.
i cannot walk, i said
feeling my knees char into the ground
which i pushed into with accidental grace.
it could not have been more than
shame that curtsied into my dream
as she insisted on standing
despite the tumor duplicating i
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
Get Back UpGet back up!Get Back Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up I say!
I know that you've been broken
That your heart has been torn out
You gave them all they asked
And they left you bloody
Mangled on the ground
Get back up
Do it now
I know that you can barely move
From where they dumped you
After telling you it wasn't good enough
Your life's work destroyed
By just their cruel words
Get back up
I know the lethargy is set
Just the thought of moving
Almost too painful to bear
But if you don't do it now
You probably won't ever
Get back up
Not for them
shotgun anonymous (fowling, and pondering)shotgun anonymousshotgun anonymous (fowling, and pondering)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like stray firearm dust,
i twiddle my thumbs
in the passenger side
of an old 4-seat SUV
my bent frame,
eyes alluding to
existence is boring
and nihilistic in nature,
intrinsic value only tied
to the formation of aptitude,
latitude and longitude
but not your attitude--
that is, if it doesn’t
shake up conformity
like a sunday dessert drink.
my elder kin look for me
in places in which i seek
to be invisible
and not have conundrums
forced upon me like
the thought of a heaven
and hell, and whether
i’m due for the former
or deserving of the latter.
a segment of this older generation
filled with answers that are relative
and attitude tiger-esque in prominence;
you make me want to run away
from any possible ideology
of any astral awakening
and find a place
where i can sleep alone
and in a dark borough
because this constant pestering
The StreamIt's a place aloneThe Stream2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a lonely place
With a softly whispering stream.
A basswood tree by the side
And a sea of ferns
Sway in a shared dream.
There's a pool on the edge
Where the tadpoles swim
Oblivious to the moon,
And a nest in the tree
Padded with down
That the birds will finish soon.
The still is broken
Only by the boughs
Stirring in a gentle breeze
And the tiny fish
In the clear water
Swim upstream with ease.
There's a leaf,
Now only veins
It's a delicate lace
By the whispering stream
Is a place alone
And not a lonely place.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 24Leadbury caught wind of Elias rather quickly and the pursuit began. Mias and Berenos riding atop Ares and Eris respectfully, followed behind the ghoul with hopes that their loved ones remained untouched by Elias' sadism.Elle and Mias: Chapter 243 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just to be clear," Berenos said nervously. He wasn't accustomed to riding a horse and was thus concerned about what fair Eris would do if he offended her. "When we find Elias, what's the plan? If we confront him directly, he may hurt Abernos and Elle before we can get them away from him."
"I won't kneel to Elias' demands. He may torture them, but he won't kill them."
"You want them to endure such treatment?!"
"Now I didn't say that. He'll be expecting the two of us, but as for the ghoul, he will not."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd address me by my name Dormaeus brat," Leadbury interrupted.
Mias frowned. "Listen, when we find Elias, I want you to take the stag and woman and get them far away from the confrontation."
"Very well," the ghoul agreed.
"Will that manservant of
Feather FragileHer heart is feather fragileFeather Fragile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden so deep inside
Fractured and hard to handle
Her broken lullaby
Ghostly words echoing through her
A coldness like winter
Any moment may undo her
Lonely and splintered
Clouds heavy with the tears of an angel
That was caught and is hopelessly tangled
In the web of lies that the world has weaved
A fabrication she thought she believed
Her halo slips and it falls to the cold ground
Shatters asunder; not a single sound
Her tears soon follow and they washed away
Any little hope that might have remained
Her heart, so feather fragile
Behind a lock and a matching key
Nobody will ever handle
This heart that belongs to me
The sky goes pale with a lifeless shade of grey
As the sun sets light begins to fade away
In one last final effort, she struggles to break free
Tears now staining her delicate paper wings
Realizing that her fate isn't something she can escape
She cries alone in solitude, unwillingly she waits
Counting stars, wondering if they care
trifle looks like roadkill again.In my head I bawl in the bathtrifle looks like roadkill again.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and become one with the gulping water.
I wish I could paint like Frida Kahlo so that
you could see it. The little me curled up like a
kidney bean or prawn
in a compartment in the frontal lobe of my brain
(I would render it in paint as a segment of orange).
I had Polly Pocket trainers as a child,
each shoe flanked with a plastic bubble heart,
a little girl trapped inside.
And when I felt truly terrible I’d shrink and join her.
So now, whilst I go about my day looking fine
(except for the odd word that pulls a loose string
in my mouth and puckers it just so into lopsided sadness),
the little Polly Pocket bean girl curls up in that segment of brain
and cries in a bathtub with her cheek against the acrylic,
her flesh denting like an old fruit,
whilst her sobs are stifled by drowning burbles of water.
My Best FriendMy best friendMy Best Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember our "Once upon a Time"
At the age of four and five
Running up this very hill
Racing to that old tree
The grass tickling our knees
The wind beneath our wings
Two kids running free
When we'd go out in the rain
Wearing tennies and no coat
Splashing and running
And hiding from home
Then sitting in bed
Swallowing foul medicines
Us two kids
Passing off the blame
Two kids running wild
Ages seven and eight
Catching frogs and fireflies
And staying out past late
So far away
The world was once so small
Safe for two brats growing up
Wouldn't have had it any other way
Than to share the mystery with you
My best friend
We two, two of a kind
Driving teachers crazy
And stealing sister's dolls
Punished always together
Staring at the recess wall
Surprises (ItalyxReader)Surprises (ItalyxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Italy?! Where are you? I have something to show you!"
Where was the bubbly Italian man you called your best friend? You had one of the cutest things to show him.
"Veh~ (y/n), I'm in-a the kitchen-a!"
You smiled to yourself before running to the kitchen. It smelled like garlic and tomatoes. That meant Italy was making pasta.. again. Not that you minded, you loved his cooking.
"Ciao bella~ I made-a some pasta. Would-a you like-a some?"
You happily accepted the offer. The surprise you wanted to show was waiting in the other room.
"So (y/n) what was it you wanted to show me?"
Italy takes a big bite of his pasta, getting some sauce leftover on the corner of his mouth. You giggle to yourself, wiping the sauce off the Italian's mouth.
"Follow me and you'll find out."
Italy followed you, nervous for what the surprise was. You walked to the front door, only to find the surprise gone.
"Hey?! Where did it go?!"
You began to worry someone took the surprise. You had been saving lots of money for t
Teacher and Student -A Gaara fic chp1Teacher and Student -A Gaara fic chp13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: This is a GaaraMatsuri fic...
Teacher and Student
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYONE FROM NARUTO...BUT ONLY IF I DID (evil cackle)...
Chapter 1: The proposition
I guess it's been like this for a long time now. Gaara, he is my sensei and also my first love. When it all hit me, I didn't know what to think. It was the day my teacher put his life on the line to save me from the four nin that came to our village to challenge him. I was so thankful that day. Since then, I have vowed that I would not only die for the man that saved me, but for the man I loved. The man that later became the Kazekage of our village Suna, the hidden sand.
As I get out the shower and dress for yet another day of duty as a shinobi, I have a million things running through my mind.
Gaara...I will protect you just like you did me that day. I recall saying as I wrap my leg.
My main objective when I decided to become a ninja w
Frozen Love- ItalyXReaderIt was the end to an abnormally warm day at work. You and your co-worker were the only ones left to clean up. He tried to make small talk but you were lost in your own world. You were so conflicted on what to think of him.Frozen Love- ItalyXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had had a crush on Feliciano for quite some time but he was such a player! Whenever he saw a pretty girl he would go all googly-eyed, you were just waiting for him to start drooling. You always reacted the same, rolling your eyes and walking away annoyed, but he never seemed to notice it bugged you.
“Hey, (Your Name), are you listening?” Feliciano interrupted your thoughts, waving his hand in front of your face.
“Uh. What was that?”
“I said, ‘Do you want to go out on a date with me? We could go get pasta or something.’”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” You answer, rushing into the walk-in in freezer, attempting to prove your point.
“Another time maybe?” He followed you.
“No.” The door clo