ResplendentToday the watercolours of your innermost thoughtsResplendent5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bled through the paper walls that you’d left
in hope that no one would peel back your layers
and find you at your softest spot.
I saw that nothing makes you radiant. You just are.
Today, I traipsed through galleries
that promised to show me something sublime.
You spoke and I learned how to breathe around you
and that simple thing felt like dancing.
If anything is incredible, you are.
Today you gave me vermilions and ultramarines
to begin to fill in a picture of you
but you’re not a scene behind a stained-glass window.
You’re indefinable and indestructible.
Today I learnt to see life as beautiful, because you are.
Request: One Direction Tickle Fanfic: LouisLouis swallowed nervously. That’s what it felt like? No wonder the other boys didn’t like it. “I am?” Harry, seated next to him, reached over and scratched at his tummy. Louis jumped back, giggling slightly, and covered his stomach.Request: One Direction Tickle Fanfic: Louis2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Yeah, definitely,” Harry concluded, poking at his now exposed side. Louis jumped back, and covered his sides. Zayn grinned and began copying Harry’s actions, making Louis giggle uncontrollably.
“S-stahahap! Nahahat f-fahahair!”
“How is this ‘not fair’,” Liam asked, squeezing the pressure point above Louis’ knee. “We’re not holding you down, we’re not stopping you from leaving; all we’re going is tickling you. You could escape pretty easily, but you’re too curious to leave.” Louis squirmed under the touches, giggling uncontrollably. “Plus, if you’ve never been tickled before, we don’t know your weak spot, so this is perfe
My seven sins My seven sins…My seven sins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Birth was my first sin
I had a lust to live
Life was my second sin
Hubris was my desire
Believing I was worth more
than nothing ever was
Love was my third sin
Envy it was indeed
jealous of those who felt it
Need was my fourth sin
from the birth of greed I needed things to live
Gluttony become my fifth sin
As I tried to live to not die I tried to eat to survive
Rebellion was my sixth sin
Wrath was what they saw as I break the rules for what I believed in
My last sin was sloth
I was too lazy to stay alive
Starlight kisses and bed sheet hugsMy teeth areStarlight kisses and bed sheet hugs2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my eyes
hold dark pockets
because of all
the late nights
I let the starlight
and my bed sheets
because I realized
you never had,
you never would.
Luigi's mansion/luigi's curse (CREEPYPASTA)Luigi's mansion/luigi's curse (CREEPYPASTA)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Austin was rummaging through his old house in search of items held close to him during his childhood. He found his Nintendo Gamecube, and began to reminisce about all the fun games that he used to have for it. He recalled that his favorite game was Luigi's Mansion. Eager to find the game and play it again, he searched for it until nightfall. Many games were found, but it was just his luck that he didn't find the one he wanted. He went back home, and plugged his gamecube up to see if it even powered up. It did, and not until he booted up the main screen that the gamecube plays if no disc is inserted did he realize that he actually had his old memory card in the front of it. Because he was longing to play the game, he checked to see if his save file of luigi's mansion was still there. It was, but not under the name of the game. Instead, it read, "Goodnight" which was what it played when you died in the game. The icon of the game was still there and completely normal, so he didn't thi
Wicked TongueI will open my curtains tonightWicked Tongue1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before I relinquish my bones to sleep
So I can rise and shine with the sun
At an incline that is not quite as steep
And I will plan my daily routine
So I am not required to interact
With anyone or with anything
Other than my path crossing black cat
I am the ghost of your former love
I am the spirit of your last best friend
Remember when I said I need you
Well I will not be needing you again
Never forget I am someone's brother
Never forget that I am someone's son
Remember this when you throw your stones
And you lash out with your wicked tongue
Writing ReflectionLast night as I was writing something that I hopefully will be posting on here sometime in the near future I was reflecting on why sometimes authors put themselves down about their writing so much. Why do we feel that it is necessary to prove something with our writing or to be the best at it? Writing is a form of expression. Many people do not like to write or cannot write, so for the few of us who love writing and can write why are we so hard on ourselves about it? Shouldn't we be able to do what we love without putting ourselves down about how good we may or may not be at it? I say yes. I say that you should be able to do what you love and not stand in your own way. I have began to realize lately how much I stand in my own way, and I don't know if others can relate to that, but to those who can here is what I say: Do not let yourself be the only reason you do not accomplish what you love. For me, it is finishing a story that I start. The only reason I haven't is because I end up telWriting Reflection2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Sexiest TribeTwelve Fanfiction-Part:IIThe Sexiest TribeTwelve Fanfiction-Part:II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Noah regretted leaving his Kevkevbabbu.
He knew that leaving the one he loved hurted. It hurteded even more than when Kevservy yelled at him so hurteded-fully like that.
Noah went to a corner store and bought a rainbow cupcake. He swagged back home through the flowers, in his pretty, long, flowing dress, his curls bouncing in the wind.
He tripped in dog shit.
As he got home, Kevin was watching Strawberry Shortcake on the expensive flatscreen.
"This gives me ideas." Kevin said, writing something down in a notebook.
Noah ran over to Kevin in tears, and fell on one knee, handing Kevin the now dog shit-covered cupcake. "I'm in lesbians with you, Gideon!" Noah said.
"MMM. I LAVS ME SUM CHACOLAT CUPACKS!" Kevin rapped as he popped the dog shit in his mouth. "Gideon?" Kevin asked.
"Scott Pilgrim. (I) Read the whole series." Noah responded.
"This cupcake tastes like dog shit," Kevin stated.
"I'm sorry abo
51 things Drake Merwin is not allowed to doSam, Diana and Caine's POV:51 things Drake Merwin is not allowed to do2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Drake is not allowed to post "chains and whips excite me" as his Facebook status.
2. because it will give the FAYZ residents disturbing images in their minds,
3. forcing Astrid to explain what it actually means to him.
4. Drake is not allowed to not understand her explanations
5. since if he doesn't Astrid might decide to demonstrate with Sam.
6. thus creating even more disturbing images for those poor residents.
7. What are you talking about? She is more than welcome to demonstrate
8. no, Sam, no.
9. Drake really shouldn't attempt to copy their demonstration.
10. He is advised to wear a bra at all times
11. preferably hot pink.
12. because who knows when Brittney will suddenly appear?
13. He is not allowed to wear a skirt though.
14. At least not a tight mini one.
15. because who knows when he will suddenly appear with all his male parts?
16. Drake is not allowed to whip people just for the hell of it.
17. especially not Sam.
18. Instead of whipping p
The War WaitsYou're lying on the floorThe War Waits2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a bullet in your heart.
I'm sitting with you now,
And my world has torn apart.
At first I heard the bombs,
Then I heard nothing at all.
The pace that I could move at
Was no faster than a crawl.
The glimmer in your eyes
Was more beautiful than gold,
But the only shine there now
Is the shine of something cold.
I'm crying by you, now,
Because they tore my world apart.
I wish I'd only been there for you
When they shot you through the heart.
I know you'll never move,
And I know you'll never breathe;
I know it's not your fault,
It was the war that made you leave.
The snow outside is keeping you,
But who knows for how long?
The world outside is restless
And the war waits for no one.
The hate and guilt burns on now,
Like a fire that we've lit.
And the bodies all are burning,
In the hot and sacred pit.
You were the innocent lover;
The flow'r among the wreck.
The pure light that divined us
As dust from other specks.
In the sun we shone,
Because we knew our cause wa
Eulogy of MeI've made mistakes,Eulogy of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stumbled because I ran instead of strode,
Fell because I was looking the other way.
I've skinned my knees,
The palms of my hands have bled red
And scarred are my legs from crashing into thorns.
I had wounds, scars, memories.
I've been left behind as damaged goods
Thrown away like so much garbage,
Shut out because I'm shut-in.
I've tried to climb the highest tower
Only to fall to the lowest level
Alone yet surrounded.
I've crashed into brick walls,
Because I've been looking down
Instead of staring up.
I had loves, broken hearts, moments.
I've accomplished works of art
Though only I view them as such.
I've made people smile,
And made others cry.
I've made jokes,
And made insults.
I discovered how to balance with
My feet firmly on the ground and
My head up there with the clouds
I've lost my balance many times.
I've sung songs I made up,
I've written words that come to mind,
I've read many works,
I've met others of my kind.
I have done many things.
I've sung, la
Author of the MomentYou sit at your keyboard,Author of the Moment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing each key with deliberate intent,
So worried about each and every mistake.
You orchestrate and plan out each line
Before typing permanent words and mistakes
Because there is no 'backspace' nor 'delete' button.
Every second is spent obsessing over
Every missing leter, word misplaced
and wrong? punctuation.
You've gotten so absorbed in not making
What you were writing about.
And so you leave your keyboard for the night,
To wake up in the morning stressed and
Unable to let go of those
Misspelings and, errors.
But today you've reached the climax
Of your story.
You reach out for the keyboard,
Put your fingers on the asdfjkl; keys,
Feeling for the small lines on f and j.
And you type.
With blinding speed and a smile on your face
Every mistae forgiven, forgotten
You just keep going.
The story has taken over you.
As you go over the past
You realize there is not a frown on your face,
But one turned upside-d
For HerI have long searched for wordsFor Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To adequately describe your beauty,
But Webster wrote his book in English;
And though it's what you love,
I find it wanting.
Perhaps if I spoke in the tongue of angels,
The music of the heavens and of earth.
But your sweet voice covers all;
My melodies crumble
And harmony turns bitter in my mouth.
My ink and brush remain
Tools to capture that which is seen.
But your loveliness spreads deep within
The dark and wonderful recesses of your soul
Which no man can hope to reach.
But your eyes--
Stained glass windows into these beautiful depths...
I have not the skill to craft works of art in your flawless image,
But let your beauty, your eyes, your soul
Grace my weak, weak words
And find truth.
DeceptiveDeceptive2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Doom and GloomHe sits in his room;Doom and Gloom2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He is all alone.
He wishes that she
Would just pick up the phone.
But she already did;
She said what she said.
And deep in his mind
His heart's already dead.
"I'm not okay"
And he pours out his heart.
This new girl, she knows,
Because her own heart is dark.
And she tries to help,
But she doesn't believe.
Because it's hard to be helpful
With your heart on your sleeve.
And he'd lift up her hand
If she was there.
Just to tell her
He likes that she cares.
And he'd give her a hug.
If she was in the room;
And maybe - just maybe -
It'd save her from doom.
But his heartbreak is fresh
And she's not at the door.
So he says goodnight,
And his heart burns raw.
And she helped him a lot,
But now the silence is pain.
But it's not enough
To save her heart or brain.
My weekSoaked cheeksMy week2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.
A sleepless night
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.
One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.
august.they say thataugust.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what really
destroys all these
brilliant young hearts
are those boys and
girls who make
pretty shirts and
slick ties out of our
The DifferenceThe difference between you and I,The Difference2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Isn't what it seems.
It isn't that you're guilty.
It isn't that you're mean.
The difference is you're stalling.
While I'm flying
MemoriesMemories4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This burning sensation What is it? I know that part of it is because my lungs are gasping for air, but
there's something else.
All I hear, besides my own heavy breathing, is the scoff noise of my footsteps, as I run from one door to another. I grab the doorknob closest to me and swing the door open. I take a quick peek inside to see that it's empty.
"Nope, nothing "
I close the door, as I rush to another. In the distance, I hear my comrades' results.
"Not here "
More doors being slammed shut. As I start to reach for another door, a sudden tremor causes me to lose my footing a bit. I lean on to the wall, as it dissipates.
"What was that?"
I look around, wondering if my comrades are in danger. Why don't I hear them? Panic rushes through me, as I bring myself to my feet.
I rush down a hallway.
I turn left. Where are they?
I look to my right, as I hear Naruto's familiar scratchy voice. I turn around, heading toward th
Old Open DoorsGive me a dream or give me a signOld Open Doors2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that everything is going to be fine.
I need a shoulder, maybe a hand...
or even an ear just to understand.
Someone to tell,
another to hold.
The girl you know well
has problems unsolved.
I've tried reaching out
but grasped open air.
I've tried calling "Help!"
but no one's been there.
Where is this 'compassion'?
And where is this 'support'?
I've been living off rations
from old, open doors.
The Butterfly BoyI saw a boy playing in the dark.The Butterfly Boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was small and frail, but his eyes had a spark.
In the hands of the child was a shimmer of light,
Matching that of a star in the night.
The shimmer glowed vivid and pink,
Rather cute, someone might think,
And a smile rose on my face,
As I watched his moves, full of grace.
As the shine grew bigger, it split,
Making shadows dance as it did.
Repeating his motions several times,
The boy was now swarmed with pink butterflies!
The boy stood and raised his hands,
Allowing me to see him entranced,
With a gaze in his eyes bright enough
To cover all in his days, that was rough.
I found myself watching for hours,
Wishing I had such magical powers...
So I let my eyes rest,
Letting darkness fill my chest...
Many years passed since then,
The boy's now a handsome young man.
And the spark in his eye
The Sunflower Field - Part 1The Sunflower Field - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where am I?
Is someone there?
"You okay?" I looked up to see a young boy around my age. He had brown hair up in a ponytail. He was actually kind of cute. "I said are you okay?" He asked again. "Uh I think so where am I?" I asked. "You're in the village hidden in the leaves, also known as Konoha" He replied. "Oh right I forgot I was on a trip here with my parents when I guess I got lost and somehow " I stuttered "You fainted." He replied. "Yeah" I nodded. My parents where were they am I lost I felt tears form in my eyes. "Oh man don't cry ." He stammered "But I don't know where they are " I cried. "Man how troublesome " He sighed. I looked up to see him reach out his hand towards me. "Here how about we hang out and try to look for them okay?" He asked. "Kay"
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain