pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)“Well I’ll be going then Sir.” You saluted officer Braginski and turned to your plane. After getting into the cockpit and getting settled you flipped the switch, the satisfying hum of the engines filling the small compartment.The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan stood and watched as you took off yet again. His heart squeezed painfully as your plane disappeared over the horizon and he turned, his long scarf swishing behind him as he walked. It was always like this.
Ivan had been taken in by your mother, one of the best pilots in the nation and the only female one. She was renowned for her impressive dives and spins and when she flew it was as if she might not come back; she looked as though she could stay up there with the birds and never return.
But Ivan had two sisters, sisters who’d been ripped away from his side and he longed to get back to, back in Russia. Though he hardly had any memory of them, he knew he had to find them, whatever it took.
As he couldn’t fly yet due to his young
Orange skinOrange skin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
A Brush of the FingersLook alive my dear,A Brush of the Fingers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For we are so low
In this oh so fine deep grove.
I'll hold your chin up so you may see
'Cause some of us love too look up at the stars.
PrussiaXReader - My Heart is YoursPrussiaXReader – My heart Is YoursPrussiaXReader - My Heart is Yours2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: …. Welp…..I go this idea well because someone I know and cared about greatly just died, is it a bad thing that I’m venting my depression through writing? No? Kay then.
My head felt extremely light. And a rush of cool air, sounds, and lights overcome me. I let out a slurred sound and I felt a hand squeeze mine. “D-dad?” I forced out.
“Hey pumpkin. Your surgery went well. How are you feeling?” Yeah, that was my dad sitting next to me. He was the only one that called me that. I squint trying to look at him but my eyes have yet to adjust to the light. But slowly I try to sit up. Worst move of my life right there. My entire body burns in pain.
I let out a gasp as I press one of my hands to my stomach. Another wrong move. Under the hospital gown I could feel stitches all along the side of my stomach. “I-I…I don’t feel that great. W-what happened?
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
Drought and GoneMay we all burn in our work in vainDrought and Gone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And die with a plow
Glued to our hands with our given blood
May we count the minutes
That slip to hours
That slip to days
That slip to years
With our calloused bodies and bruised souls
May our stomachs
Growl in hunger
Along with our prosperity
As we await that drop of the heavens tears
To raise our earthly dead that we sowed
In hopes to live another day
And pray that our offspring will be wise
And stay in their mother's womb
May we pray, may we pray
For the feeding of Colorado
Lord let us pray?
I I hate myself.I2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!ReaderYou came to me with scars on your wrist,The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me this would be the last night feeling like this,
"You little whore!" Your mother screamed as she threw a glass at you, which you narrowly dodged. "Get out!"
Choking back a sob, you snatched your jacket and flew out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran mindlessly through the street, though it didn't hurt as much as it used to; your heart had been shattered so many times you didn't really feel it anymore.
Slowing your pace, you looked up at the familier, brightly lit house in front of you. A shaky smile plastered to your bruised face, you gently knocked on his door. The door flew open and you came face-to-face with a grinning blond American. "Hey, du-!" But his voice faltered as he looked at you closer.
Bruises and scratch marks tainted your face, one of your eyes swollen shut. "What-What happened to you?"
"Oh, you know......" You let out
Slips and slides (DenmarkXReader)You played with your hair, examining the tips for split ends as you jolted along with the bus. The music playing in your ears was loud, but not loud enough to leak out of your ears and annoy the people around you.Slips and slides (DenmarkXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Feeling a gaze trained on you, you sneakily glanced around to see where it came from. Your eyes fell upon a blond guy, who seemed about your age. Though the moment your eyes met, he quickly made his gaze drift to a group of other people.
So that’s who’d been staring at you.
Giggling slightly, you shook your head and returned to look at the winter scenery. You grimaced as you saw how icy the roads were. You knew pretty much that you’d slip and fall instantaneously. You were like that.
Sighing at yourself, you rested your palm on the window pane, watching as your handprint materialised on the glass, evaporating quickly. The bus halted, making you nearly fall out of your seat due to the over-usage of the breaks.
Huffing in frustration, you flicked back your ban
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
Only You CanadaXArtist!ReaderThere was no sound to be heard. No screams, no gossip, giggles and whining were scarcly heard, if that.Only You CanadaXArtist!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was, in your opinion, the best time of the day. After all, how could you focus on drawing when the girl who sits next to you in history won't shut up about Alfred's ass?
Oh yes, being in the art room, with a pad and a pencil, accompanied by that beautiful golden silence, was absolutly amazing. Well, it was silent, until the door was violently thrown open and the clack of three identical hot pink high heels echoed through the nearly deserted art room. Tearing your eyes away from the scetch pad, you looked up at the girls, and met three identical females with identical smirks plastered to their makeup covered faces. Ok, maybe they weren't completly identical, but all popular girls looked the same to you.
The tallest of the girls, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, stepped forward and glanced at your scetch pad with a sneer. "Wh
Prussia x teen!reader: please forgive me"VERRDAMNIT!! (NAME) I VILL KILL YOU!!!" Prussia yelled hanging from the roof. (name) his 15 year old neighbor was on the ground holding her sides laughing with the previously being used latter on the ground next to her. "Haha later loser!!" (name) yelled as she sneaked away unseen by his brother pulled into the driveway.Prussia x teen!reader: please forgive me2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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"agh Vest get mine awesomeness DOWN FROM HERE!!" germany watched his older brother flailing his legs around, and cracked a small smile before helping him. "Bruder you need to calm down how did zhat happen." prussia glared at him with a deadly passion "(name) did it I svear vest she hates me." Germany frowned "Nein, she's very nice und respectful." Prussia growled and stormed in the house.
*later that night*
"I'm telling you guys she's evil and hates me!" Prussia yelled as he paced the room complaining to his friends France and Spain. "well mi amigo through she may be a pain she's going to be a stunner when she gets older."
The Medium - 1Lenny never could decide whether he and Mara were a thing. Sometimes, he thought they were, and sometimes they definitely weren't, and sometimes it was just completely impossible to say what they were. He knew he loved her. He thought she might have loved him back, but he was never sure whether either of them was ever in love. Maybe.The Medium - 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He did know that she was exactly the right shape. She fit perfectly under his arm, up against his side, like they were puzzle pieces and that was where she was supposed to go. They matched.
It was two in the morning, or maybe a little later. Lenny lounged on one end of the couch, and Mara was where she belonged, there beside him. His mouth still tasted like cheap wine, the kind that leaves a sweater on your tongue. It had been hours since the real television had stopped and the endless commercials had started. The light from the screen caught on the two glasses, two bottles on the table. It lit up Mara's face. She had fallen asleep.
He let her stay there.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
Germany X Reader Fighting for freedomYou were a new coutry in Europe, you formed only a few years ago. You started from nothing and you were famous now for your creativity and skills. In the beginning nobody liked you, you were just a territory they all could have gained for themselves. But as time passed, you grew more confident, stronger and richer. Everything worked just like it should have and it seemed like nothing ever could go wrong. Your people were happy and after finally clearing all your debts you leaned back happily on your chair. It was time to celebrate!Germany X Reader Fighting for freedom2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Unfortunately the evil other countries still wanted to have you for themselves. They liked you for all the wonderful things you built and it was like they started competing eachother to get you. No, they didn't start a war against you, they didn't invade you, they didn't want to destroy your beauty because they were afraid they wouldn't be able to rebuild it.
They wanted to get you like them so you kept getting gifts almost every single day. First you were h
America x Reader Ch. 10 Take Me InsteadAmerica x Reader Ch. 10 Take Me Instead2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America x Reader
Chapter 10: Take Me Instead
I study the paper thoroughly as I held the ballpoint pen in my hand. The woman placed her hands firmly on the wooden table and gave me a stare that could kill. People around me were pretty much doing the same, which wasn’t making my situation any easier.
God, I could do anything to get out of the situation I’m in…
Through out all of the silence I looked at the treaty closely, and caught a bold sentence in the treaty, which caught my interest.
‘To be one with America, a change for the better of (Country)’
I gradually looked among the crowd of men and women in the big-lighted room. These people are a part of me, with any decision I make could lead into a downfall of disaster, or a triumphant victory. My acts can change the lives of millions of (Country’s ethnicity), what if it’s time..
What if we do need change?
This is an opportunity that I shouldn’t let slide by, especially whe
England x Reader - Loveless Chapter 3England x Reader - Loveless Chapter 32 years ago in Settings More Like This
You looked up at Arthurs handsome green eyes. A blush spread across your face, there was nothing you could do to avoid eye contact, nor did you want to. You were taken in by the wonderful emerald orbs before you. You saw Arthur's face light up too, his hand still on your cheek.
"Close your eyes love…" He said calmly. You were so nervous, you hadn't kissed a guy since you broke up with your ex… But you closed your eyes anyway. After a few seconds you felt two soft lips connect with yours. You could feel your face heat up more and more as the seconds passed.
The two of you began to move in sync. Each movement bringing your bodies closer together, you now had your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, while he rested his hands on your upper and lower back.
You were both lost in the moment when there was a sudden crack of thunder. You pulled away in need of breath as well as from the shock. You looked outside the window to see dark ominous clouds looming over your hometow
Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (England)Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (England)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You felt around until you finally pulled out an item and showed it to America. "Okay bros! Who put a burnt scone in the-" America cut himself off, knowing who had put the scone in there.
"Geez England why are you predictable dude?" America asked. "W-what how did you know it was me!? It could have been anyone!" England said back. "Because dude, you're the only one who makes these nasty things."
"They are not nasty they are delicious, unlike your greasy fast food!" "Fast food is the best, your scones can kill people!" "So can your fast food! If you keep eating like that you're going to have a heart attack!"
The bickering continued for a while until you said something. "Um guys, can we get back to the game?" You asked softly. "The game? Oh yeah that's right dude! We were playing seven minutes in heaven!" America said, finally stopping the argument.
"How did he forget that fast? Is he really that much of an idiot?" You asked yourself. "Well get in the closet dudes!" America said, shoving y