End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
FishermenFishermen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
Chilly Valentine's DayChilly Valentine's Day5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: A Chilly Valentine Day
Pairing: Tsurara(Yuki Onna) X Rikuo(Yokai ver.) [duh...who else?]
Summary: Tsurara learned that humans these days celebrate Valentines Day and give
home-made chocolate to someone they love. She was really excited and
decided to make one to her beloved Master, Rikuo. Though she didn't
expected something else to happen.
---14 February---7.00 a.m.---
Tsurara wore her usual school uniform and quickly made her way to Rikuo's room. Soon she saw her master already dress up in his school uniform and as soon he saw her, he smile and greet her morning.
"Ah Tsurara, good morning.", he greet and Tsurara just smiled and greet back with her usual cheerful tone. Then the two of them went towards the entrance and there they saw Aotoba in his human form waiting for both of them.
There's a placeThere's a place where even evil ones fear to treadThere's a place3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are infant's bodies buried beneath damp earth
And full of pedophiles shallow mass grave
So that the crows can take out their eyes
They are not dead yet, they shall suffer for years
Do you know that smell?
Yes, that's a one you can't mistake
Sweet and sour, drilling into your brain
It's a smell of decomposing corpses
One you will never forget
And the sight, dark and rotten,
A world that has decayed
There are bone trees with leafs of flesh
With petty little thieves sitting beneath them
Eyes bulging out, scared of that place
It's the graveyard of the murdered
Of deserved death
There's a place which carries a threat
A place in which you don't want to ever step
That place is in my head
Living WinterDo you remember what it was like to live in winter? There was no food. There were no clothes. There was no wood to light a fire, no gas, no electricity. All we had was each other. It seems impossible now to imagine how quickly - how savagely - people changed. They started fighting and killing for anything edible. At first, they didn't take their kills with them. That only happened during the last months, especially to the children.Living Winter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still can't help shivering when remembering what that time was like. We were scrambling to survive on a piece of half-rotten potato peel a day - not for each of us, but between all of us. You were getting thinner, and weaker, and so was I. The temptation to give in to the madness, to do as anybody else, was getting stronger. Do you remember this? Do you remember any of this?
For me, those memories will always be haunting. The hunger wasn't even the worst. It was to watch how our group slowly lost its grip on sanity. Every day, people would go away. People
Tell me, WhyTell me, Why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me Why,
Why must things be this way,
You were the only person,
The only person who I could,
Truly open up to,
Now I am hesitating,
Just not sure why,
Unable to make eye contact with you lately,
Unable to speak to you clearly,
Unable to act cheerfully,
As I always have been around you.
Why must things be this way,
I may have no one else,
That I can open my mind to,
I may have no once else,
That can comprehend my thoughts,
I may have no one else,
That may be able to tell,
That I am not being, my usual self,
Why must I feel this way,
When clearly I am not sure why.
What exactly is going on with me,
When I am around you lately.
What is making me feel uncomfortable,
When I am around you lately.
What is making me waver,
When I am around you lately?
But until, I figure out why,
I can only, Stay away,
Away from you,
Even if, I don't wish to,
Imaginary WingsSick of watching the world falling,Imaginary Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decided to build a pair of wings.
Not from feathers or airplane structure,
But out of many unimaginable things.
Everyone always had that same dream.
The world is better if you can fly,
Isn't it? So with an idea, I started
designing my wings, so I could try.
Take a bit of light from the stars,
Guidance and direction from clouds,
Use the vast space as my blueprint
So one day I'd show it to crowds.
Using words that no one has said,
The imagination found in a child,
The music that the deaf even hears,
And the heaps of noise just piled.
Things considered trash I took too,
Because for me it could be treasure.
I used pinwheels and ghostly sheets,
Fixed that to sting, made a structure.
Holding it together with hopes,
Making the wings wider with dreams,
For when you make these kinds of wings,
You know nothing is what it seems.
I took the rain and made it fuel,
took the sun and gave it thrust.
Use the Earth as my starting point,
I just hope this plan doesn't
You Can't Even Look Me in the EyesI'd rather sewYou Can't Even Look Me in the Eyes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your mouth shut
than hear you
mutter those words
under a shaky breath.
Your lips are still cracked
—and still scarred—
from the last time
and my fingers are itching
to trace those scars
in hopes it would spark
the love we shared that night.
But your eyes no longer shine
and I know it's inevitable
but I'm praying
you're just as blind
as I am,
and can ignore the flames
that are burning
our house down.
Please, say anything
but those words...
Shattered (Eren X Reader)Shattered (Eren X Reader)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
~A/N: Listen As You Read! It Adds Emotion To The Story! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzS4OJP-YMk
And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand.
Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love,
Without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on.
It scared you, seeing him like this. The way the water droplets formed in his bright emerald eyes and dripped silently to the windowsill below, only breathless gasps leaving his pinched peach-tinted lips decorated with a various assortment of lacerations. His knuckles grew white with his death-like grip on the rail, a choked sob escaping its imprisonment in his throat where he'd restrained them for so long. He was such a strong, determined, and passionate person, it hurt to see him break and crumble when it all became too much for him to bear. When his shoulders slumped forward in defeat and his eyes shut with attempt to withhold the tears threatening to spill from his once vigorous and powerful stare that had quickly transformed
I Love YouHow many timesI Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am I allowed
to say it?
Is there a limit?
Does the phrase
lose its value
To me, it does not.
But how else
can I express
of what I'm feeling?
when I tell you
I love you
I think you're beautiful,
that your eyes
see straight into
and that your voice
is the very melody
to which my blood flows.
that I care
I want you to be
safe and well,
that I long for you.
And how can I stop
put it into words,
when the emotion
And how deeply I wish
I could bury my face
in your shoulder,
and hold you
the rest of the world
How strange it is
that you can't
seem to see
what it is about you
that draws me in closer.
It's not what I don't know,
it's what I do,
and the secrets
of your soul
on my own.
So when I say
I love you,
I only mean
to make up for
the thousands of times
I couldn't speak to you,
when I dreamed of you
when I stared
Liar Liar"Do not fear, nothing is wrong,Liar Liar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now go back up to your bed.
Do not worry, we all get along,
Don't let it get to your head."
Was that the story
That you wanted me to believe?
You were the victim
And everyone else was a theif?
I remember the lies
Every single one I still recall.
I was so innocent
That I would have believed them all.
But soon came proof
I no longer believed what you said.
I was so confused
I let everything get to my head.
Did you honestly
Believe that I was that ignoring?
That I would play
Like I did before games got boring?
I would have loved
To believe that it was all right.
I would have enjoyed
Not having to hear screaming every night.
But you had told me
It wasn't your fault that it came apart.
You controlled me
And then I let those words come to heart.
I honestly believed
That the disaster wasn't your fault.
But as the family tore
My innocence suddenly came to a halt.
You were the liar
You caused all of this pain to me.
It was your desire
You didn't feel hurt, nor so
Desideratum || Levi x ReaderDesideratum || Levi x Reader4 months ago in Romance More Like This
i. You can tell me
You love me
In the sunrise
And by midday
I will think
Your love is enough
But I feel like
I’m not enough for your love.
You wake easily, this time to the harsh movements that shook the aged bed frame and the desperate grunts that permeate the early morning silence. Panicked fragments of your name slip out, masked b
Contact LightThere is a shiver along my circuitry when he comes in to check on me. I hear my gears whirr faster, but only for a moment, before my system re-adjusts their speed. I watch him from the corner of my eye, the task before me boring, monotonous, while he is exciting, lively. Lively. I run the word through my processor, its meaning sparking along my wires, slithering between my circuit board. He stops in front of me, glasses falling against the bridge of his nose.Contact Light9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He scribbles something on the clipboard he is holding and I watch as the ligaments and muscles flex in his arm. I rotate my vision down to my own arms, similar in design, but slimmer, more delicate. My shiny copper exterior glints, but I can see the spider web of veins on his skin. They pulse with vitality and intensity.
I remind myself that I only have circuits, wires, gears, metals. He looks into my line of vision, eyes blinking as he pushes his glasses up.
"C9, how are you functioning today?"
I run a systems diagnostic, careful
The Story of Half an HourI hate Christmas Eve. I haven't always. It started when I was old enough to realize it was bad that boys didn't like me, and that same hatred has continued to this day. All of my friends are busy being cutesy with their boyfriends and I'm stuck, in a bar, in New York, alone.The Story of Half an Hour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be stuck in New York for Christmas than be back in my tiny town in Northern California, but I'd also rather be spending it with someone special. Someone who'd give me a necklace, or heck, anything, smothered in love. Instead, I am sitting on a stool, fingering the fraying edges of my black fingerless gloves while I listen to the bartender breaking up a fight.
Lifting my head slightly, I survey the bar. There are quite a few single men, but the majority of them are not attractive, like the guy over in the corner with thick, bulky glasses and a large pimple on his nose or the burly man with huge arms covered with tattoos of half naked women. Averting my eyes, I turn instead to the other
I Gave My Heart AwayI gave my heart awayI Gave My Heart Away1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the boy
with rosy cheeks,
but he kindly
gave it back, saying
'It's not meant to be'.
I gave my heart away
to the boy
with big brown eyes,
and he gently
held it in his hands
and loved me by surprise.
PyrePyrePyre6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If our luck holds,
we will find ourselves
spread across three county lines,
charred knucklebones among corn,
in the whistle of swamp reeds, your hip
planted in loam and awaiting its flesh
of April snow, my skull home
to the golden Orb Weaver, asleep.
There are cinders in your witchlike eyes,
there are Lyre snakes in the crook
of your arms, and I would name your heart
I raise the window,
shout the silent goddamns of our distance
to a field, a forest, the celadon sea,
and weave together, by fireweed loom,
threads that fall from your heart, lupine
and tough, my frayed girl, my shepherd
of thistledown, my catbird darling.
There will be time and time
for your rebirth on a wing. You lived
as a stray child, strung taut
with words and fire. Now live
on the perch of my s
82. +I feel like a double82. +4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hashed one on top of the
It’s confusing to look at,
I feel confused.
Two of the same face at
too many limbs
to count –
this picture of me
isn’t fit for human
They Said Prayers Would HelpYour wordsThey Said Prayers Would Help7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawled down my throat
and made a home
in my heart.
my entire body...
is spreading to
my unadulterated brain
and violating every limb.
I want to cut them out
and throw them against
the filthy wall
but I'm afraid
of the gore.
MadnessMy life has been surroundedMadness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by lies and careless flight-
Is it strange I love the madness
but not the actual fight?
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.Wonderland1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Cinderella LiesCinderella was a lie.Cinderella Lies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no way she'd make it.
There should have been
No happy ending,
She should have been left in a pit.
Cinderella couldn't have won.
She'd never leave her house.
There's no way she'd
Have the nerve to,
She was trapped in there like a mouse.
Cinderella was too hopeful.
To think that she'd get a prince.
She might have seemed
Lovely and pure,
But if anyone else saw her they'd wince.
Cinderella couldn't have gone.
Get real, mice can't make a dress!
They'd eat the fabric
The pumpkin too,
And she'd be left with a giant mess.
Cinderella had no promise.
Who suddenly has a fairy godmother?
To think that one would
It is actually a lie that bothers.
Cinderella was too patient.
There's no way I could have kept calm.
I'd immediately leave
Break my way through
With blood on my face and my palms.
Cinderella couldn't have been that nice.
Who'd forgive someone after they endured their abuse?
I'd make them suffer
Feel their own pain
And show then what it really fe