Suicide PactLet us go then, you and I,Suicide Pact3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while there is still time for coffee
while there is still enough intrigue to let
ourselves become less than dust,
and fall into obscurity.
There will always be time for the unimportant,
and we are masters of that domain.
But being as we are,
browbeaten and unable to proclaim anything
than Fuck this life Fuck this time Fuck
this beauty we refuse to see,
even that talent fades
into the strawberry jam abyss; the contraceptive
that we try so hard to ignore.
We dance on the graves
of our more adept ancestors
as noble skeletons rise from the ashes; assemble
as IKEA bed frames
and applaud our youthful nerve.
Just two punk kids,
filled to the brim with cheap Irish vodka
and thrice-drowned sawdust
We won't be missed,
we won't be missed at all.
So let us go then, you and I,
and bid the bones a good farewell. Seeds
of the Earth,
they replace themselves every once in a while,
and we won't be missed at a
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,The tough gets growing5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
grumbling and mumbling
about what I did
to deserve this mess
And my mother glares,
"When I planted you,
I put you deep in the dirt,
not to bury you alive,
but to teach you that
when the growing gets tough,
the tough gets growing."
...I Write to a Dead General...I Write to a Dead General6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to a dead general
To ease surviving pain,
A tear falls on the page -
A drop of desert rain
Like balm into the waters
Of lifes too bitter cup,
Tipping the scales of history -
To raise you slowly up.
Above your long-gone victors
Above the scorn of time
Above blind crowds and mockery,
With my ill-written rhyme.
I dont know if youll hear,
But Im doing what I can
To get this through to you
Past time and wind and sand
May the gods watch you in battle
My dear and long-dead friend
May the desert nights be warmer
And steady be your hands
Meanwhile Ill watch the picture
Of a kind-eyed weary man
And rue the sorry fact that I
Already know your end.
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
Born to be DEVIANTPeople may tag us as immature and childish,Born to be DEVIANT4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They may even call us as "easy-go-lucky"
They may even treat us small and insignificant,
And the worsts, they may even call us nonsense...
Well, they just never see the real beauty within us,
we are born to be this way,
we were not born to please everybody,
we deal on things in our own different ways.
We were not using our imagination to create another dimension,
we just see the real beauty behind that ordinary things.
We were not using our pen for the sake of compliance,
we used it to show the world who we truly are.
To show the world that scraps are the birth of a true piece of an art.
We don't easily judge other people neither their work
because we all start as an amateur too.
We don't compete to show the world that we are superior,
Rather, hand-in-hand we push our co-artist to the top,
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
Meridian (1)MeridianMeridian (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Langsam bahnte sich mein Geist seinen Weg durch die Schwärze. Meine Gedanken wurden klarer, aus dem Schwarz wurde Grau und Sterne zeichneten sich auf der Wasseroberfläche ab. Nein, es war kein Wasser. Dafür war es zu dunkel und auch viel zu schwer zu durchdringen. Diese Leichtigkeit musste ich mir erst wieder erarbeiten.
Doch fühlte ich mich hier auf eine merkwürdige Weise wohl. Es war schön Verwirrend und eigentlich bedrohlich, aber doch so unglaublich schön. Und friedvoll. Dennoch konnte ich nichts dagegen tun, dass mein Bewusstsein immer weiter aufstieg. Es erkämpfte sich seinen Weg nach oben. Und siegte über das Dunkel.
Ich öffnete meine Augen. Obwohl, eigentlich war es eher ein zaghaftes Blinzeln mit meinem linken Augenlid und ein darauffolgendes Zusammenzucken, da mich das gleißende Licht der Sonne blendete. Es war also schon morgen. Oder Mittag. Ich erhob mich langsam, meine Glieder schmerzten. Kein
Being a Christian Isn't EasyTo be a Christian, is a challenging profession.Being a Christian Isn't Easy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a murky shadow, you live for expectations
and create everlasting reputations.
One mistake, and you've destroyed the world like an earthquake.
Your opinions you must keep to yourself every minute,
lest you'll be regarded as a selfish bigot.
The world is harder on you than anyone else,
because like demons, they're waiting for you to fail.
To say what you mean, or speak your mind, to them it's a tremendous crime.
Be wary of your soul, because it's wanted the most,
to bend and to break, like the Sacred Host.
Be weary of your soul, because it's wanted the most.
And your life can be taken from you in the blink of an eye,
to be a Christian means you will surely die.
And dying for your faith is not a lie.
To be a Christian, you will face persecution,
and endless bouts of sickening confusion.
To be a Christian means to die for your faith, and stand on the graves of siblings of faith.
Because we're dying everyday,
like the Saints before us we
Dark!Russia-x-Reader - BlissA/N: This is my first reader insert! Like, EVER. Please give me helpful critisim so I may get better! *bows* Arigato!Dark!Russia-x-Reader - Bliss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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That sweet, child-like smile.
That was what had you hooked in the first place.
You had looked across the room, at your first Nation meeting, and spotted him - and that smile. America had caught you staring, instantly scolding you, saying, "Don't make eye-contact with that Commie!" Frowning, you gave America a hard look before gazing back at the Russian man. He was staring back at you, smiling again. For reasons you didn't know at the time, your face flushed a bright crimson and you quickly whipped your head in the opposite direction. Baka! He caught you! You thought to yourself embarrassedly. Normally you wouldn't be caught dead checking out a guy, but... that smile...
After the meeting
A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!ReaderYou smiled to yourself as you finished getting ready for the big and fancy dinner your husband was going to take you out to today. You checked your reflection in the mirror, making sure that every part of your outfit and overall appearance was to your liking.A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then you went through your jewelry box to see exactly what piece of jewelry would complement the dress. You looked through various items and smiled as you dug through it. You didn't really like to keep too much jewelry, but the ones you did keep had deep value. There was the crystal pendant... the heart locket... and a tiny little pink heart necklace.
You took it out and giggled to yourself. At that point, Lovino stuck his head in the room with a confused look on his face.
"What's so funny?"
You turned around and showed him the necklace. Curious, he came closer and took it from you. Once he recognized what it was, he laughed and then put the necklace on as he kissed your cheek.
"Was that the present I gave you around the time when
.sometimes faith slowly.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
prises open our ribs
decides to slip out
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more
Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
secrets1.secrets6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
i know you deserved
half of me
remember the days i was
lonely and i was terrible and
i was mean and i was.
i was not your
i was not i was not and im
sorry, so so sorry.
you dont need to shout for
me to listen. i'll listen
even if you
whisper. even if you
say nothing at all.
i like to keep secrets and i
guess im like my grandma, li
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
AATC - Emotionally StrongAATC - Emotionally Strong2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alvin, am I strong?"
The chipmunk groaned as he lifted weights on his bench in the basement—another Saturday with the children out with Dave allowed him to have some quality time to himself, something he had very little of now that he was a father. Theodore was working at a bakesale with his coworker Ying-Yang, and Simon decided to spend the afternoon with his friend Sasha at the zoo. The two had become close companions since the Sevilles had moved to Hearttropolis, having both experienced a certain loss in their lives—that and Sasha was the only level-headed female Simon had spent time with who did not get overly excited because he was a member of The Chipmunks. Since they had not been able to hang out for several months due to work, concerts and Simon's duty as a Guardian of Unity, they were going to spend that Saturday together.
Or… they were supposed to be doing so. Simon had come back early due to Sasha being called back home—her sister was ill and needed her assistance—an