AwayI want to fly away,Away3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
EmpyreanMomma said to never marry an astronaut,Empyrean2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight
to the light in your eyes.
They'll only end up in ships that float
aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there.
Momma said to never marry an astronaut.
You will stand firmly on the earth,
clutching the ground and knowing
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight.
Planets will fracture and stars will collapse
long before he recognizes he can travel
to the light in your eyes.
A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
Young reader and Uncle Prussia part 1You laid down on the floor messing with the door stopper. You loved the strange sound it made when you pulled the spring back and let go. You imagined you would do this when you were older. Suddenly you were picked up off the ground by your Awesome Uncle Gilbert. "Lets go -name-. We are going on a road trip. It will take about three days to get there."Young reader and Uncle Prussia part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Because I said so!"
"You are going to annoy West when you get older! I love you!" He said and took you out to the car. "Remember -name- this is a secret road trip, so don't tell you dad!"
"But won't he know that I'm gone Uncle Gilly?"
"You are just so cute! Anyway your dad is on a business trip for two weeks, he will never know."
"Ooooookay!" You said and Uncle Gilbert carried you to his car and help you get buckled in. He started the car and started. It was raining outside and you watched the rain on the window. It was like a race between what raindrop would get to the other side first.
She Sees StarsShe calls me a stormShe Sees Stars6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her head full of space,
and when she stares
up at the planets
they stare back.
They whisper to her
on different frequencies that
in her mind
like violin strings about to snap.
The universe sings to her.
It begs her
to release its story
and she -
she closes her eyes and sees stars.
Who am IWho am IWho am I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
B l i g h tSomething aboutB l i g h t7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the misty moonlight,
has gotten me to like the dark
more than the light.
Cause during the night,
it's the only time I feel alright,
not a soul, not
wandering in sight.
Still I ask myself,
"Will I ever win this fight..?"
Crimson nectar runs down my lip,
caused by a nervous bite.
A Very Hetalia Christmas (Prussia's Ending)A Very Hetalia Christmas (Prussia's Ending)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After finishing with your shower, you wandered out of the bathroom in nothing more then a tiny towel; which was promptly taken off when you reached your room and used to try drying your hair a bit more before you attempted to get dressed. You assumed you had a long day of shopping and preparing ahead of you so thus you wore your pretty undergarments.
That adorable pair of (f/c) panties with the lace at the top and the matching demi bra, the ones you wore when you needed that extra boost in the day. Grabbing a pair of dark denim blue jeans, you pulled them on. The tatter bottoms of the beloved jeans were due to the constant wear, nonetheless they looked good on you. You then grabbed a white button down t-shit with small puffed sleeves, pulling it over your shoulder before buttoning down the top. For the final touch, you grabbed a black vest adding it to your outfit for the day.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you leaned over to examine your cleavage. The vest was cut low to accent your
And I Always Will The pain was unbearable. The fires of Hell itself could not compare to the burning sensation he was feeling now. He clutched his chest with a moan, he wouldn't survive another night. He was a man of war and injury, he had grown immune to pain. Then how could an emotional, non-physical, pain hurt this much? That ANBU training sure was effective (obviously not for he fell for a woman). A girl. How can such a dainty female have such an effect on him?And I Always Will6 years ago in General More Like This
Oh how he longed for her smile, her face, and her voice. She had intoxicated him body and soul with her love. He had been afraid to show such an emotion since the Massacre; therefore, isolating himself from society. It seemed that everyone that he loved left him in one form or the other, intentionally or not.
No one could understand his pain, not even his obno
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
I need help...I need help...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I need help
I'm sitting in this classroom looking at Niall Horan pictures on weheartit.com
I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH ;-;
If you think about it, we are almost exactly like alike
Which makes me perfect for him ;D
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
Still Still (YouTube Link Included)See me perform this hereStill Still (YouTube Link Included)2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The boy I like
told me that everything in the universe
is made of stars.
He described them eating themselves,
the iron corrupting the heart,
the spat out destitution of a would-be sun;
I could relate.
I went home and wrote
‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe –
and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they
That’s the difference between us.
In the world of evenings as poetry –
he is the star studded sky.
His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us.
He is the moment when you realise that you live
in the space between brilliance and beauty,
and you still matter.
As for me,
in that same evening,
I am a lake.
I reflect a reflection.
I refract a resurrection of a sun
I can only see the sun through smoke
and my heart is so drowned in anxiety
that no warmth will ever go right through me.
So I look at the bo
ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
Daddy's Little GirlDaddy's little girl is getting put away; in the ground is now where she laysDaddy's Little Girl3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He can't hold back the tears as they pour out from his eyes
As he thinks of all the reasons his daughters not alive
He jumps into her grave and cradles her in his arms
He didn't want this world to cause her any bit of harm
His little girl's not breathing, her heart now doesn't beat
He's holding her tight knowing, he'll never be complete
Everyone watches him cradle his dead girl,
Knowing he won't survive much longer in this world
It takes all of his strength to get out of her grave
And to listen to all the support all of his friends gave
He just couldn't believe he'd never see her happy face again
And he felt his life has come to a sudden end
He watched them close the coffin and pile the dirt up high
And inside every feeling wanted him to die
When everyone had left and he was on his own
He thought of all the days he was going to be alone
He missed his daughter so much; it hurt to take a single breath
And he cou
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P1Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P1
You were all alone you had no one to talk to. No one your age.
You never had any friends, to them they all saw you as an abnormal child. You believed in fairy-tales and old myths and things that were not believed by others. You had always been a strange and difficult child and that teachers just didn't understand you. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how hard you would try and feel confident. Reality always brought you down.
You had always lived in society, a place which they try and make you an 'actual' human when really you were destroying yourself inside and out. You were never allowed to do anything you wanted to do. But you would always imagine and dream of ideas that strung up in your head, you wished to be a storyteller, or a writer and write a story so incredibly amazing and detailed that the whole world would want to read it. Or, you just wanted to fall into one of your fairy-tales and be that character
Your Winter SongIf you can hear meYour Winter Song3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Because I have a feeling you're there
I want you to hear my winter song
So you will know I care
So here it goes,
I have nothing to lose
So I will sing my winter song
And I will sing it to you.
I know its Jack Frost
Who paints my windowpanes
And I know you are there
When I’m playing winter games.
I know that you bring the snow
That makes all of us smile
And I know that you linger
And watch us a while.
I know that you make
The icicles on each tree
Your beautiful work
Isn't over looked by me.
So if you are listening,
I want you to know
That I wanted to thank you
For the beautiful snow.
I know that others
May not be as faithful as me
But you should never feel doubtful
Because I will always believe.
So please never feel alone, dear Jack
Because you are my guardian true
And I want you to know
I will always believe in you
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 28Everlasting Snow: Chapter 283 years ago in Romance More Like This
At least, you’re pretty sure the man standing before you is Santa.
He’s dressed quite differently than in all the fairy tales and legends.
Looks a bit different, too.
He has maintained the basic facial features of the myths. You know, the jolly red cheeks that are round as apples and pink-tipped nose. He has piercing, clear blue eyes that sparkle with an inner light.
This is when he starts really differing from the Santa of stories. His eyes sit beneath a pair of extremely thick black eyebrows that are accented with a lighter grey here and there, the hair becoming longer at the curve, flaring up and out like the flames of a fire, giving the illusion that his eyes are opened wider than they really are.
Blond and dark grey highlights streak his otherwise white beard and whiskers, which stretch down to the end of his chest. The tips of the hair brush the top of a thick sash-like belt that has a pattern that matches the ones on the stained glass windows and found all aro