Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby3 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.
Orange skinOrange skin3 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.
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
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
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)3 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
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.
Deux-pieceDeux-piece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
GraphonomicsHe fell in loveGraphonomics9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her handwriting –
the way her dribbled g’s
gallivanted into corkscrews –
the way her s’s
would caress the ends of the letters,
lapping at the plurals
and ever so softly
conveying graphite sibilance –
the way her a’s
had jaunty tails
the apexes of lowercase –
the way her commas
and the pencil point would press
into the filaments –
the way her cursive
flowed like a landscape
(and they say that pictures
are worth more
than the masterstrokes on her looseleaf) –
the way her hand
had crinkled the paper
as she scribbled a note
on a dog-eared flap –
the way she looked
when she was deep in words,
brow lined reflecting the rules
of the mockingly mesmerizing meter,
wisps of frowns
echoing the creative scratch,
diamond tongues flickering
in hazel eye-glasses –
the way she wrote his name,
the sinuous care
she brought to the lowercase
preceded by the forceful
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?
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?
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
fairytales"Mira, if you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to break through your window."fairytales5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Peter, I'm reading."
"Tell me something I don't know. I'm serious. Open the door. We're going out. As in outside. As in into the real world."
"I can't. I'm just getting"
"To the good part. I know. And I don't really care right now. For the last time, open the door."
"No, Peter! I'm sick of you telling me what to do."
"You're being unfair, and we both know it. There's only one thing I ever tell you to do and you ignore me anyways, so it's irrelevant."
"I reserve the right to make my own judgments. I'm an adult."
"No, you're not. You're like some starry-eyed kindergartener. Stuck inin a fairytale world!"
"Then my fairytale world suits me just fine."
"Mira. Please. The rest of the world is moving on without you. Grow up."
"You know what's unfair, Peter Killinger? You telling me to 'grow up' all the time when you only treat me like a little kid!"
"Don't slam things around. What are
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,Mama's Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
T,T,4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
Orchestrated SymphonyPerfect. It had seemed so. A flawlessly orchestrated symphony of notes and whims that only our two hearts could sing along to. At first it was all about alluring nods, provocative smiles, wanton sighs and beguiling words. It was the important first encounter where you held the door for me one late afternoon when most of the students had already left the campus that brought us together, made us the couple we once were. You asked me to join you for a coffee, which inadvertently put me in an awkward position. I agreed, followed you to the cafeteria and waited while you ordered yours, asked me what I wanted. I stumbled and ordered something I'd heard someone else order one time, not even knowing whether I ordered it properly. We got our drinks and went over to an empty table in the back, right next to the window so we could see the colours melting across the sky. You finished your coffee quickly, consuming the caffeine blissfully. "You haven't touched your drink," you noted and I blushed,Orchestrated Symphony6 years ago in General More Like This
Of solace sleeping in today was the essence,Of solace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking up the process of becoming singular
I want to end it
but I can't stop associating you with these images
: a season being flung onto the ocean, making a mess of color
there's an insect caught in my poetry,
trying to mend its broken wing
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.Fingertips3 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
Prussia x Reader: Prussian Frost-----------Flashback time-------------Prussia x Reader: Prussian Frost3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The day of your wedding was possibly the happiest day of your life. It was the first day you felt like nothing else mattered except you and your husband.
"You may now kiss the bride."
He leaned down to your level pressing his lips softly to yours.
You never knew how long the kiss lasted, but it felt like forever. You didn't hear the applause from your family and friends, you didn't notice the flower girl tripping, you didn't care about the flashes of camera, or even think about the tears of your mother seeing you so happy.
All you cared about was being in his arms. Nothing else mattered.
That was the day you had seen his younger brother, Ludwig, genuinely smile for the first time. Every detail was locked in your mind, forever. Gilbert pulling out the chair for you, dragging his two best friends from under the table before they'd had a chance to take pictures of the undergarments below. Shoving cake into his face right as he was prepared to take a
2: the first questionThe first thing I noticed was the fez on her lap. I saw it as I scanned the tube for empty seats; a flash of red in the corner of my eye. It perched delicately on her thighs like a small, unassuming puppy that stared at passerby with large eyes, silently daring them to challenge its right to be there. I gaped at it; the train started forward with a jerk and I had to grab onto the metal pole in front of me to keep my balance. The ungainly motion of my body lurching forward caught the eye of the fez's owner; I saw her look up at me quickly, then duck her eyes down to her hands, which were diminutive and pale and folded neatly in her lap, just behind the fez. I sneezed loudly into the sleeve of my trench coat and she smiled. It was for barely an instantand, it was probably an attack on my limbs and their length and the strangeness with which they movedbut it was enough to cause an unfamiliar tug inside me, not unlike the movement of the train.2: the first question3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
New Years (PrussiaXReader)It was New Years eve and you’d agreed (foolishly) to let your boyfriend invite his two friends over for the celebration. He’d promised it would be fun and said the more the merrier, but still! Well, it was your own fault for allowing it and besides, they’d probably get too drunk and pass out anyway.New Years (PrussiaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were just finishing up in the kitchen, the red apron that was tied around your neck bearing the brunt of the traces of ingredients. Gilbert was ‘helping’ too by sneaking a taste of whichever nibbly things you created and telling you how awesome they were no matter how many times he got clobbered by the various skillets that were lying around.
He cheered when he heard the doorbell ring and ran off to get tackled by his friends. After greeting each other loudly, they swaggered into the room, completing their Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, with identical smirks on their faces.
“Hola chica, I hope you’re going to take as much care of us
Waking up (FranceXReader)Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, the sleep disorientating you. The softness of the white sheets pulled around your bare body felt good and you sat up slowly, rubbing the kink in your neck. A moment of sleepiness later, your eyes widened.Waking up (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Where was he?! The warmth that radiated from his body was still clinging to the bed sheets, so he couldn’t have gone long. Just as you were about to swing your legs out of bed, a noise comforted you. Whilst the sound of Francis’s humming of La Marseillaise, you lay back down, your hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Bonjour ma ch้rie!” He exclaimed, setting down two steaming mugs of coffee on the bedside table. “Isn’t it a beautiful day? I mean just look at that sky!” He said, flinging the curtains open for the morning sunlight to stream past.
The way he stood in front of the window, wearing only his rose-print boxers made him seem truly stunning. Even the blue sky he praised paled in comparison to his azur
Finland x Reader: Cookies and Hot Chocolate...I think it's the most adorable thing ever when Finland speaks in awkward broken English, so there's a lot of that XDFinland x Reader: Cookies and Hot Chocolate3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You heard me! I hate to hear of your bad mood, ______, so come on over to my place for the day! Some company will be cheering you up~!"
You grumbled. "And you think that going out in this stupid winter weather will improve my mood how...?"
"Oh, come on, silly! Snow is good for the soul~!"
...And so you somehow found yourself trudging through snow in the freezing cold, to get to a certain Finnish guy's house.
~timeskip, cause I'm lazy like that~
"______, welcome!" Tino said cheerfully, swinging open the door. His house was wonderfully warm. You shuffled inside, shedding snow-covered garments and grumbling.
"Come on into the living room, I have a fire going," he said, grabbing your freezing hand and pulling you around behind him. His hand was really soft and warm too.
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?