Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 1John Watson stood in the doorway and stared.Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was not unusual in itself for Sherlock Holmes to ignore him when he entered. John no longer took it personally; it was Sherlock's mind shutting out outside influences in order to help him think. Plus, to his credit, when Sherlock realised John was there he would throw out a hurried apology before asking for A) John's assistance on a case B) Someone to help him clear up an exploded experiment or C) A cup of tea. If John had done nothing else, he prided himself on teaching Sherlock some manners.
It was also not unusual for Sherlock to be engrossed in a variety of objects, be they of a case related or experimental nature. John had once come home from a long day at work to discover Sherlock energetically stabbing a dead pig which had been hung from the light fixtures. (When Sherlock had finished with it they had bacon sandwiches for tea. A scalpel is not wonderful for butchering purposes but when it's all that's available it can prove service
The Hunted Chapter 3"Man is born broken. He lives by mending." -Anne LamottThe Hunted Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, it's you again." Ava heard Gabriel say from downstairs. Laurel said it was fine for her to go down, so she did.
"So there's the prodigy," A man said. He was plump with very black, almost purple hair. "She's not much."
"Excuse me?" Ava said, unsure if he was talking to her. If he was, he had sass, with a shirt to match.
"Not one of my best, but I'll accept it." Gabriel leaned over and whispered something to him. "Oooohh." He said drawling it out dramatically.
"Um, who are you?" She asked.
"Dionysus, god of wine, madness, drama, and parties." He sounded very proud that he was the god of getting wasted.
"That's awesome," She said. "Aren't you also the god of leopards and other big cats?" He swept his hand across the air.
"Of course, child. Are you wearing one? You also have horrid fashion." She looked down. She was wearing a sheer leopard print top with red jeans.
"This isn't real leopard... just a print."
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch2Adventure Time with MLnPG ch24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Through the bog of sleep and the dull lining of pain, the vampire king's eyes broke open. With bright light flooding his vision, he instinctively grabbed the sheet covering his torso and yanked it to his face.
Hearing a hiss of displeasure from the vampire, Gumball was immediately by his side, placing his hand reassuringly over the trembling fingers that clutched desperately at the blanket.
"Hey, calm down Marshall. You're inside."
The blue-skinned teen dared to peek over the edge of his protective sheet, finding the world around him to be bright and out of focus, but the light didn't burn his skin, so the glow must have been artificial. Reassured that it was save, Marshall attempted to sit up and get a better look at his surroundings as everything came gradually into focus, however he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. The prince put a little weight on his joint to prevent the undead teen from moving. "Don't you dare try and get up," the pink boy scolded with a bit
Sexshe wipes off her make upSex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he washes the gel out of his hair
she takes off her earrings
he undoes his belt
she slips off her shoes
he takes off his shirt
she slides out of her dress
he unzips his jeans
she pulls off her tights
he removes his shoes, jeans and socks
she looks at him
he takes off her bra
she pulls down his pants
he tells her to kneel before him
he lays on the bed
she removes her knickers
he pats the bed
she lays next to him
they hold hands
he rolls onto her
he reassures her
he rolls back over
he looks at her
she looks at him
they hold hands
he kisses her
she kisses him
they lay in bed
The Secret"I have a secret."The Secret5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She danced around the unconscious boy mockingly.
"I wish I could tell you."
"But then I'd have to kill you."
She touched the tip of his nose.
"You don't even see do you?"
She touched her chest.
"You broke this, broke it trying to keep it whole."
She pulled back her sleeve.
"See them? The words, the drawings? They're for you."
"You'd be amazed at what sharpie can do."
She pulled the pen out of her pocket and wrote:
I would have rather been torn.
She knelt down next to him.
"I would have you know, why couldn't you break me instead?"
She bent over.
"Next time, break my heart. Don't stay away to protect me."
She looked at the black, such a contrast against her pale skin.
"I miss you now. Too much."
She pushed the sleeve down.
"I think I love you."
She bent over and kissed him.
"It really sucks, doesn't it?"
He began to stir in his sleep.
She slipped out the door silently, and the boy sat up in his bed.
"Why do yo
EtherealI rest nearest the platforms of arctic air.Ethereal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Motionless, and without remorse.
Upon doves of grey feathers, my spoken phrases glide.
A plentiful silence graces the frozen soil - tranquility.
My ashen palms emit auras of depth and demise.
Furthermore, my placement progresses.
Rains to cleanse.
Glasses to gleam.
Patience swallows its pride.
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
-Love- SexualPress your mouth-Love- Sexual10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care who I am
Only who I'm with
And I need
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I'd rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
Let me feel your skin
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I'm so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
That with each loving caress
I feel our souls
Because I am only ever complete
When I am combined
I give myself
To you totally
Zeit...zeit -Zeit...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
im großen orchester
des lebens voller hektik...
A note from AnaHi there!A note from Ana3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me introduce myself. First name: Anorexia, second name: Nervosa, but you can call me Ana for short. You've been looking a little pudgy recently. Time to skinny down a little bit, don't you think? I tell you what! I'll be your own personal coach! I've done it with lots of girls before, and what can I say, I'm really good at getting them to where they want to be. It's really easy to get the weight off quickly if you just follow my rules, I promise you
So, we've been through it before: food = fat; exercise = thin. It's pretty easy to understand! Sometimes you might slip up. That's okay. Bulimia, or Bulimia Nervosa is there for you! She's my sister, you'll like her! People are going to notice in no time how skinny you're looking. You're going to feel so happy. I'm going to make you happy. But don't listen to them if they tell you it's time to stop. Remember, only my goals matter. I will tell you when it's time. You wouldn't want to stop while you were still a fat ugly c
DistancesThere's a little girl made of glass withDistances2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purgatory eyes. She
Can't seem to remember where
She's misplaced all those lovely words.
The mockingbirds and stellar jays, they
Cry out, "Little one,
You can't even recall the color of your
You've sharks' teeth in your blood and
Sewing pins in between your collarbones-
What do you know of
This world, anyhow?
Perhaps you are simply
They watch her; she trades butterflies and
Midnight love letters for the
Ability to look without seeing anything.
She gives them one of her ribs
Every afternoon; they can
Use them much better
Than she ever will.
Spotlessone day you'll fly a little too close to the sunSpotless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you'll remember the boy who told you
gas station trinkets were worth more than
the heart you wore on your sleeve.
disillusionment will take you home, and
it will not leave your bed in the morning.
(you will remember he called you loose, too.)
you are the one who believes in smoke
smiles and candid cadavers. no ones'
nose grows, so everyone must be
undeniably true (except
you lie to yourself, too)
a few lifetimes ago you fell in love
with your own reflection, but as you
stripped away layers of common mis-
conceptions, you realized you are not
virtuous and radiant and hung out
only to shine, your paleness is
not purity- only blanched bones.
gravity never liked you and
the secrets you tucked away
beneath your sternum, you're
you are a moth flitting selfishly,
you only wear your tattered wings.
CeruleanEven the waves had been tamed,Cerulean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and nature lost its classical romance,
when the waters asked permission
to darken and hold the sands.
Glossi.Gloss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a poem
for lip gloss
and the pre-teen
who wears it
and the old woman
This is for
sparkle and stick.
For bodies like
For all the boys and girls
who would breath in
when the wick turned black.
Before their hair
turned grey with ash,
and their eyes fogged over
from the naked heat.
Before young love dies
and is buried in a shoebox,
with a little pile of rocks
to mark where it was.
This is for
the scared little boy
who spent all his time
While pretty girls
lay on autumn hills,
and even the crickets play
in major key.
With their noses
face down in the soil.
With their discarded jackets
on the grass, limp-
and making angels.
CaleaShe's brewing that teaCalea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the island
that grabs your hair
and pulls you into
the street. I'd drink
it to get rid of
my wild dogs; all that
lonely guilt and
with more in my year
before the steam catches
our senses. Time is less
of a straight line
and more of a blowtorch.
It seals us up before
we can flaunt our disease.
A paranoid schizophrenic
doesn't know he's sick; the junkie
believes what he says.
We nakedly trust our eyes
we nakedly trust our bodies.
It's all enough to kill a storm
and make a coat
from its hair.
My blue-green iris
grows with my mouth
on tiny strings
and tiny thoughts
as my body drinks,
OutsiderMy black soul is seeping of impure and sinOutsider2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A head full of hay and a heart made of tin
I'm neither the black sheep nor demon tonight
I'm bad incarnated, the pure face of fright
The rules are for weaklings, I just make my own
I created my crown and I crafted my throne
I rule with a thirst for chaos and blood
Pushing others carelessly into the mud
Never regretting I keep committing crimes
Not looking back as the funeral bell chimes
I torture, rape, murder and break people's hearts
I put a quick ending to pure, fresh new starts
What matters is not where I go when I die
I never ask how, when, wherefore and why
I let nature take it's course, through life I plough
I live in the moment, I live in right now
91 Days (and a drink or two)here i lie91 Days (and a drink or two)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark
looking at the glow-stars
you strung from my ceiling
i wonder if you remember that summer day
, with sugar-coated lips,
you kissed the lights reflected in my eyes;
i said i wished that i could
drink starlight and swim through galaxies
so we drank vodka from paint-dirtied cups and
rode the waves atop your bed
to places we'd never been and
worlds you'd never seen
they found you in a ditch
three months later;
the stars we chased
you finally caught them
there they were
shining through the glass in your eyes
only yesterday i
felt the ghost of a memory grace my eyelids
only yesterday i felt
I Just Want You To KnowI just want you to know that II Just Want You To Know2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
find you unbearable sometimes.
The way you speak to me
in a manner that is full of pretense
and mask your hatred in smiles.
But sometimes I really like you
and glad we're friends.
I just want you to know that I
find you rather attractive.
I like the way your hair falls
and the way you slip your hand into mine
and the feeling it gives me.
I love the way I feel about you.
I want you to talk to me more and
have conversations that last for a long time
and for us to hang out often and
just be each others'.
I just want you to know that I
find you adorably kind.
The things that we talk about
and your reactions to my actions
and how you show me that at least
one person will always care for me
no matter what I do
just make me want to always be close friends.
I just want you to know that I
find you completely annoying.
The face you make when someone
mentions a thing or person you don't like
or the way you try to escape every task
and complain about it like it's som
Angelic loveAngelic loveAngelic love2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A dead angel is walking on the street
Hoping that his soul-mate he'll meet
An angel with blue eyes, searching for love
A sad angel, fallen from somewhere above...
He's walking day, he's walking night,
Hoping to find the one that's right
He's carrying his heavy broken heart,
It's full weight, not just the healed part
All that sadness, all that beauty...
The way he made love, his only duty,
Full of hope, always looking for her
Like a long time ago, only they were
All he has is the beauty of a dream
The two of them, eating ice cream ...
Oh, so childish...and so pure
Love...he knows, it's the only cure...
In HidingMidnight is the time for lies.In Hiding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Conceivable lies, whispered lies,
lies told wordless through lips and fingertips,
lies told, harmless, because
who would still believe them in the morning?
Lying on beds,
our bodies refuse to correct assumptions,
and how can we contradict
such a beautiful moment?
I store these fragmented midnight lies in my pockets
to slip them into some day-time story,
some poem where I entrust my dangerous romanticism
to descriptions of the light on the wall,
the texture of the bedsheets,
or the taste of the autumn air,
and never to the thousand nuances of a lingering glance
or the eloquence of our inconstant heart beats.
ConcensusWhat do all the Doctors think of River?Concensus2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
(Author's Note: It's best to read this with each Doctor's different voice in mind.)
It was one of those times when all the Doctors met, they'd established "Contact" to bring all of themselves up to speed, but, somehow, the subject had drifted onto River. It was probably 11's fault.
One: She's quite a lively girl...
Ten: A Know-it-All...
Eleven smiled in his head, nodding at the cantankerous voices. "I'm glad we all agree...
"She's perfect for us."
Epilogues like EpitaphsOnce upon a vapid day inEpilogues like Epitaphs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a town full of glazed-eyed murmurs
ultimately amounting to nothing, she
met a boy who said he'd calculated the
probabilities of wishes and knew what it felt like
to breathe a dream. He told her he'd write
her the world, he'd tell of the promises the
oceans kept and the way the stars never
quite compared to her eyes
but he lied.
And she figured love fancied
narcissism the same way she believed herself
deliquescent. (because we're always looking
for the prettiest ways to say we're
Then on a broken night that tasted of
lucid intoxication and blind reminiscing,
she met a boy built of big words
whose heart sounded authentic [enough],
and when he called her beautiful,
she really believed him.
that is, until the wind stole him away
in the form of a pretty girl who meant
more and was worth less. She
concluded that love feared dying alone
(just as much as she did) and
maybe it wasn't such a travesty to succumb
and let substantiality crash over you. Maybe