NothingMy heart pounds like thunderNothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As my nails cut deep into my palms
I fight the urge to run
Not run from you
But run to fight for you
I hear you cry
And my heart cries with you
I am lost in trails of thoughts
Wondering what it is I can do or say to ease your pain
I come up with nothing
Nothing . . .
It's a terrible . . . helpless feeling
To know someone you love hurts . . . and there's nothing you can do
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
France x Joan D'Arc- Je t'aimeFrance x Joan D'Arc- Je t'aime2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Bonjour, mon cher. It's been awhile."
The raspy voice of Francis Bonnefoy traveled off with the sound of the wind that blew rather strongly through the night's pierced, numbing air. His body stould still in front of the old, warn headstone marked with a simple name and date, the white lilies he had picked from his garden earlier that morning bound tightly with a red ribbon that seemed to blow gracefully in the direction to which the wind was traveling. His eyes wandered up to the granite cross that had been built from the top of the grave, cerulean hues resting gingerly on the object. The Frenchman bit his bottom lip, enough so to the point where he could feel his agitate teeth dig into the pink, chapped flesh that was his lip. Rain pounded hard against the grave he stould so solomly in front of, each miniature deluge making their way down the gray stone and into the engraving that had been carefully hand carved so long ago.
January 6, 1412 - May 30, 1431
Even to this day, Fr
Lonely Siren.A siren's mask upon thy tortured face,Lonely Siren.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love could only wish for it to break,
I, for you, some hell melted angel grace,
Look upon my heart's barred animal crate.
If only I held a skeleton key,
Man has stolen my soul's last lonely flame,
I cast my broken cries throughout the sea,
For, there's no one my heart's love shall claim.
I feel thyself break, oh so, quietly,
Feeling tears upon thy paled cheeks,
Our Gods watch from the stars silently,
Sad, they seem, as my weeping heart grows weak.
My empty call echoes - not one shall hear,
For there is not a true love to bare near.
letters home-don't I deserve it?letters home-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
dear bitch with one leg-
stop wearing shorts. the absence of your left leg makes the grown-ups uncomfortable, and the childrens brain's go crazy with scenarios of how you lost it.
from- the grossed out teenager with the scowl on her face (yep, that's me)
you do not deserve it. oh no, no. not at all. can you hear yourself, do you listen? you are a terrible person.
dear mom and dad-
fuck I am having a good time. I shoot shit into my veins all day, and I blow guys that I don't know all night. I will never come home, don't expect me.
from- your high and happy daughter
of course I can hear myself. do I get any points for being honest?
dear asshole that stole my tv-
I really just wanted to fuck you. your personality was terribly dull. I am glad you took that piece of shit.
from- the horny bitch you knocked out (and didn't even fuck!)
no. you do not. your honesty is ugly, and it makes me si
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze.An Ending Worth Waiting For3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"
Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."
Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.
She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."
He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."
She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."
Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
Puzzle.Smile here-Puzzle.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend I cannot feel,
That my heart shall not tear.
Whisper you love me to my ear-
Push me away when your heart fears.
Turn your back when I need love most,
Push me away-
Tell me I'm simply not the one anymore.
Ignore my calls,
My little words.
Ignore the pieces,
Of this puzzle.
You'll ruin our chances.
When I become-
Your missing piece.
Self DefenseThere is a placeSelf Defense4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside my soul
A little girl
With a gaping hole.
The innocence I knew
So long ago
How I grew so cold
I do not know.
It's the child that wonders
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart.
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past
The uselessness of our over-complex society.
She longs to love, to give.
Not to take nor thieve.
She's the one with the dreams,
Too young to doubt them.
She dreams of creating things
Building them up.
Not tearing them down.
She would to give you the world
If it would mend your frown.
She still seeks and hopes.
Loves and believes.
It's these scars that keep
Her under locks.
Buried beneath the years of thoughts
Bitterness dug it's hooks in me.
Hardened my heart,
Bloodied my feet.
Sometimes I think she still s
How To Live By Other's LiesIngredients:How To Live By Other's Lies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Break your morals with a steel rod and pour their lovely carcasses over a blazing fire.
Leave your morals to writhe and sputter, choking on the fetid ash.
Forget about them for three years, then come back and shake your head at the mess.
Put your memories in a nice little box and place razor blades along the sides. Then drag the box along the side of your head every thirty minutes.
Place the box on top of your face, and let it sit there overnight.
Take your dreams and use them to mop up the blood drawn by your memories.
Take the ashes of your morals, the box filled with memories, and your blood-soaked dreams and present them to your friends. Then promptly place them on the ground, and urinate on them, encouraging your friends to join you.
Grow old against your will.
BeautifulThe ceremony they hold in the heroes' honor does not feel like a ceremony at all, at least for Piper.Beautiful2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Grim faces are everywhere while eyes dart around, skittish. They are trying not to see, not to remember the blood of the lost ones that had seeped on that very ground. The wind itself is cold and harsh, beating against hunched bodies and figures as mercilessly as the enemy's army not too long ago.
Banners are burnt and prayers are said, but consolation is yet to be found.
All the while Piper holds the hand of a white-faced Jason. Her numb fingers squeeze his, and her worried gaze meets his.
"I am so very sorry, Jason." Her words are soft, a lover's whisper. Piper observes Jason carefully and is surprised when she sees tears threatening to fall.
He holds her to his shaking body and buries his face in her hair. She can feel the wet trail his tears leave on her neck, but she says nothing. Her own eyes are beginning to sting as she feels Jason's body being racked by sobs.
"I know I
Neko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst NightmareNeko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up from your tiny catnap, you heard a loud, booming crash. The hair on your neck stould up as you dug your claws into the red, tea smelling sheets you layed on. You yawned contently, your rough little tough hanging out of your mouth slightly as you did so.
"Americacat?" You mewed, scanning your blurry, (e/c) eyes around the darkly lit room, a slight quiver detected in your little voice. "Englandcat?"
Yawning once more, you blinked to try to adjust to the blackness that surrounded you. You looked beside you, not seeing any sign of your comrads. The window located beside you seemed empty, except for the lone blue flowerpot, decorated with a man's pink handprint, and a little boys purple one. Stretching, you jumped onto the windowsill with the gracefullness of..well...a stealthy cat. You peered out the window, seeing nothing but your backyard, a few gray clouds, and a tiny slit of a moon. You looked down, scanning the dead grass that pattered bits and pieces of the lawn. There was
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 3CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next day around lunch time. I wanted talk to ____________ very badly. But she got a waitress job while I was in the kitchen helping my brother with handling the food. The only time I got to see my angel was when she came to pick up orders. I glanced at the clock on the wall of the kitchen ever 5 minutes to check when I could finally go on break with ____________. I made sure we had the same break so I could finally get the chance to talk to her and tell her how I felt.
Finally it was about damn time for my break. I rushed over to the employee break room. Inside was a love seat, a refrigerator, a desk and few scattered chairs. We only get a 30 minute break so I better make this damn count and worth something. I was the first to get here but not too long after I arrived I heard a squeak behind me. Turning to see who was behind me, I finally locked in a stare with the most beautiful (eye color) eyes I've ever seen.
"Oh hi!" ___________ gave me a little wave as she headed to the refrig
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending -Part 5.5CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending -Part 5.53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Lovino?" I heard a small voice speak to me as I exited the room. I looked down to see my angel ____________ looking up at me with a look of concern on her face.
"Si bella?" I replied calmly. I was starting to feel worried about the look she was giving me.
"Can we talk? Now that everyone's calmed down?" She bit her lip and hoped for my answer.
"Ok ___________." I nodded and lowered my head. I got a weird feeling about what we're about to talk about.
"Now that all the drama is over," ___________ started speaking to me. "I want to have another talk about us."
"U-us?" I gulped.
"Yeah, I mean well just tell me the truth are you jealous of me and Antonio being together?"
"Uh " I blushed a little and scratched the back of my head nervously. "Well so what if I am? He's my cousin but I want you to be safe " I crossed my arms.
"I see well you like me right?"
"I already told you how I feel about you, idiota."
"I right well I think we sho
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 4CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Each day I come to work I am constantly being tortured by the flirting that goes on between Antonio and ____________. I admit, the times I get to actually interact with my angel is a blessing but I am starting to see less and less of her while my cousin sees her more and more. Today was my day off and fortunately ____________ has her day off today too. The day before I asked her if we could hang out together. She said yes so that's why I look so nervous, standing in front of my mirror in my bedroom. Looking my best was vital and being Italian I have a keen sense of fashion. Once I was satisfied with how I looked I made my way out of the house and headed to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet my angel at. I wonder if she took the time to look nice like I did. Well I think she looks nice in anything. I smirked as I started thinking positively for once and feeling hopeful about my day with _____________.
"The tomato bastard won't get in my way today," I chuckled as I turned the st
change.things have changed as we've moved alongchange.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'm still thinking, "where did we go wrong?"
what used to be is now gone for good
if i could change things, trust me, i would
i barely know you, we hardly speak now
i wish things were good again, somehow
but they never will be, and that makes it tough
at times i still think, "when did life get so rough?"
but i'm learning from this, so i don't regret
i'll always forgive, but never forget
Being an ActorDear secret admirer,Being an Actor6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm warning you now. I'm not the kind of girl you want to be writing love letters to. Definitely not. I'm not one of those girls who gets overwhelmingly happy at the thought of a boy being interested in her. I won't lie to you, since you were so honest with me, I'll be the same with you, but I don't think you'll appreciate that when you're finished reading this.
You said my hands are beautiful. They are anything but. They have done things. They have taken things off shelves, touched too many boys, and they have ripped people apart. So, next time you get a glimpse at my manicured nails, and my long, tan fingers look the other way. These hands are ugly.
I read that you love the way I talk, and you would like to touch my mouth. My mouth isn't always spouting "thank you"s left, and "oh, haha! how cute"s right. My mouth, my words, they know know how to turn into monsters, they know how to hurt people, and this kills me to say, but I would rather it kil
Insane!America x Fallen Angel!Reader -part 2 "Alfred, are you listening?"Insane!America x Fallen Angel!Reader -part 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
No, Alfred was not listening. Not to Arthur, at least. He didn't even hear the snappily asked question from his older brother, he couldn't hear even if he wanted to. Other voices were drowning his brother's voice out of range. It was like a walkie-talkie. Alfred could turn on the 'talk' button and listen to Arthur, or he could leave it off and listen to the whispers in the static.
Arthur sighed, gazing in concern at his younger brother who kept his eyes steadily on the wall past him. Alfred lazily rested his head in one hand, absentmindedly doodling on the white sheet of paper in front of him on the desk with his other hand.
"Alfred, please come back down to earth." Arthur muttered mainly to himself, knowing that nothing he could say would bring him back. He took a thick science text book, straining to lift it with his under-used muscles. With a light grunt
It Is All OverHow can this be so hard?It Is All Over3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before it was so easy.
All we thought was love,
maybe we both were blind.
I hate myself.
Not being able to give you what you wanted.
Sometimes it made me cry.
Did you ever saw how I still tried?
But did you try anymore?
Try to keep this alive.
Was I the one,
keeping everything in one piece.
Trying not to break this,
trying to keep our love alive.
Your sweet words kept me alive.
Your kisses stopped my anxious cries.
Maybe you said them too much,
without knowing the consequences.
It was like a drug.
and I was addicted to it.
Showing less care didn't cure me.
It only made it worse.
Now it's too late.
Past is only the past.
only saved in my memories.
when I wasn't faking any smile.
when I was truly happy.
You didn't think the main part,
your love was fading.
I was starting to die,
piece by piece.
Like a heart needs a beat,
like human needs a breath,
I needed you.
But as you don't need me anymore,
I stand here dying alone.
Acta Est Fabula ~5~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]How long it took for Romulus to fly from the Northlands back to an area where it was warm, I didn’t have a clue. The entire flight seemed like it had lasted an eternity yet it also felt like it had never happened. Perhaps it was because the shock of recent events had just numbed everything up, or maybe even because I just didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t even remember when the icy, glacial regions of the Northlands had began to give way to green forests and running rivers and an explosion of earthy colors, rather than white everywhere. Either way, when Romulus at last landed somewhere warm, it was in an open meadow that seemed to go on forever.Acta Est Fabula ~5~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Finally,” Romulus grunted as I slowly slid off the dragon’s scaly leg. He snorted tiredly, digging his claws into the ground as he stretched his entire bronze body, looking down at me curiously. “You didn’t talk the entire way, (name). I’d like to know what happened now, if that
England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 3England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You opened the front door to your cottage, imediatally retreating to your old, warn out couch infront of your living room window. Jumping onto the red furniture you couldn't even call stable for sitting on, you continued to grip the pirates jacket in your hands. You layed on your back, staring at the ceiling fan that that continuously spun, never seeming to slow or get any faster. You closed your eyes, the grip around the clothing getting tighter.
Why was this stranger giving you mixed feelings all of a sudden? Even though a good portion of them wern't good, you still felt a connection to him somehow. A connection you couldn't quite explain or understand yourself. Groaning, you put the jacket over your face, spreading your arms out slightly.
And those eyes. Those deep, emerald eyes.
You got up from your position on the couch, crouched on your knees, and chucked the coat across the room. It landed with a soft thud against your brown closet door, sliding down slowly onto your dull colore
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneAnorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Rapidly, her body turns to nothing but her bones
As she fights for beauty, as she battles for the throne.
Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
Learning it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
Yet, she somehow managed still to shine from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.
Final thoughts ins
If You Are an AngelIf You Are an Angel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night is alone and the day nearly done
I cannot decide which abyss you are from
Your fingers are barbed with a terrible pow'r
The lust in your eyes is a blossoming flow'r
"Bless me," you whisper, with sibilant breath
You look so forlorn, like a child of Death
My pity forthcoming, I ask you your birth
"I am His dark angel," you say without mirth
If you are an angel, then where is your smile?
You're drunk on the poison; you're choking on bile
Your eyes are obsidian, raging with need
If you are an angel, then come pray with me
If you are an angel, then where are your wings?
My God has a reason for joy that He brings
His children aren't sheltered in clothing of night
A coffin should never be present in light
If you are an angel, then who is your Lord?
Some dark, ragged fabric that Hell has restored?
Or is he a being that was born out of Love?
You may be His child, but you're not from above
If you are an angel, then show me your heart
It hasn't been beating, my love, from the start