Castles in the airCastles in the air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Jane GreyJane GreyJane Grey1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She only wanted to read. She bit off words,
specks of pepper, pomegranate seeds and juniper berries
to purge the litany of "Father, oh Father".
Instead she was pricked, prodded, stubborn filly,
slapped and jabbed with needles spiteful as a court lady's wit.
Not unusual. When she laughed or sewed, danced or spoke, God's saturnine grace
stiffened her spine, her tongue a lead bird in her mouth singing,
"Yes Father who art want me on the throne",
a drone of honey threaded with brine.
"I think myself in Hell," she wrote.
She would rather have Latin then the cooing of a sly lying court.
But books would not give her power they told her,
these old men who pinched a young girl's head with a crown,
round as a clock. Eleven days, how many Pavanes could have she danced
in the tower, each gesture as stately as the procession to the ax.
When she laid her head upon the block, her eyes blindfolded,
seeing only a blanched whiteness that could brim with black script,
numerous as the black flie
Foreign EmotionsWhy does my heart painfullyForeign Emotions2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contract whenever you admire
Other girls with compliments?
Why does my eyes leak rivulets
Of tears when the walls of
Bitter darkness enshrouds me?
Why does my mouth quiver with
Unbridled anger that makes Hera's
Wrath pale and wither in comparison?
Is this anguish or jealously?
Bee My GirlI cried tonightBee My Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was not like before
When someone to love me
Was all I implored
This time the tears fell
Because my wish has come true
My prayers have been answered
In the wonder that is you
I smiled tonight
But it was not like before
When it was just a physical response
This time I smile
Not from the mouth but the eyes
This lost little boy
Has finally come back to life
I wrote tonight
This poem, these words
About my best friend
my love, my girl
This time it seems
That indeed you feel the same
I prayed to God for your arrival
and soon after you came
Forever and Again1. Times Square is lit up with a million-watt dreams and he is drunk on being in the place he’d seen so many times on a screen but never in person. She hops up on a ledge and beckons him over. Grabbing his collar, she kisses him in front of her mother, the street, the whole of New York City. She is backlit, her skin glowing pink, then blue, then green. He wants to freeze this moment, stay here forever, just like that.Forever and Again5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
2. They are up in his small bedroom where no one else but him has ever been. They are wearing just their own bodies, their own skin and goosebumps and insecurities. He is suddenly very nervous, feeling as if he is sixteen all over again, but this time it is somehow different. But they are careful and slow and they whisper and she laughs at the strangeness of it all and he forgets why he was worried. It is the most right thing in the world.
3. “Wait,” she stops and tugs at his hand just outside the gate. “The moon is almost full tonight.” He g
Larmes Elle serre les dents. Rarement elle n'a eu aussi mal de sa vie... et autour d'elle, ces gens qui vivent, inconscients de sa douleur... Un hurlement silencieux de révolte monte en elle, de souffrance, de chagrin, monte, monte, l'étouffe. Elle aimerait pleurer, elle ne peut pas. Trop fière. Elle ne leur montrera pas. Non. Ils ne sauront pas...Larmes4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Mais les souvenirs dansent en elle, la submerge. Elle ne la reverra plus... elle est partie... elle ne la reverra plus... elle ne la reverra plus !
Elle reporte son regard à l'extérieur. Le ciel est magnifique, strié de reflets rose, oranges, bleu... Les arbres eux-même sont grandioses, parés de leur manteau flamboyant de l'automne.
Mais cette beauté ne lui évoque que la mort. À quoi la mène sa vie ? Elle l'ignore. Où vont-ils, tous ces êtres qui se croisent, pleurent, rient... ? Elle l'ignore. Mais elle sait
Best Friends ForeverRoses are redBest Friends Forever1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I’m going down, you’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies
Our friendship fades and slowly dies
We don’t speak anymore
I stare blankly at my tile floor
You lay there still
The blood pours, and beings to spill.
At least now we’re together
Best friends forever
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Laugh For MeI have never see you like this before.Laugh For Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I have tried to, certainly, but your voice never ringed with the delighted laughter that I longed to hear.
Your lips never even twitched.
You merely sat there, regarding me with a bored, sapphire gaze.
A breathless snort filling the room as you made yourself more comfortable amongst your overstuffed chair.
Though... I never gave up.
I tried over and over again, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days.
Yet, no matter what I did, no matter how desperate, you were never pleased.
What an unusual word to associate with a demon.
I should have this boy licking my shoes.
Doing my bidding!
Have him begging me for mercy!
(...And yet I'm at his.)
(...It could almost be called ironic.)
Your voice draws me from my musings as it grows louder, and I watch you once more.
Your left hand clutches a side of your fragile ribcage
- your mouth is wide
- your sapphire eye crinkled pleasantly
-My mind-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
WordsWhat you did will beWords4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forgotten and tucked away
But how it made me feel still stays
My heart is cracked, but not broken,
and my love for you still is strong.
However you could not guess how I feel,
how much pain is burned into my heart
We're together again
And everything is now fine
But you're words will always be remembered
And the feelings will never be forgotten
Incantations and Deductions Chapter ElevenChapter ElevenIncantations and Deductions Chapter Eleven2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John makes his way to the Great Hall trying not to feel too downhearted. The beginning of fifth year has so far not been great: seeing Sherlock has churned up feelings that he doesn't want to examine too closely and which hadn't put him in the best of moods. Then his meeting with the head of Gryffindor had just been...well, shitty.
"I understand your desire to be back with your friends John, but you must understand that you attacked a fellow student in the midst of one of your nightmares. Now, whilst your Healers tell me you're improving they cannot guarantee that you won't relapse."
Arguing, John had realised, would have been pointless. The housemistress had been sympathetic but stern. It was an important year for everyone of his age at Hogwarts: they needed no distractions, least of all from one of their friends waking them up every night, screaming at things that weren't really there. John supposes he should just consider this as another case of 'taking one for the te
respectHow dare you?respect1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
The Paintingthe gentle brush strokes animate the canvas with life,The Painting1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a gentle swish across the page, the paint the blood of life,
the gentle alabaster whites and creamy yellows melding together,
forming an elaborate world entirely its own,
stepping through the frame,
you find yourself in a marvelous world,
entirely your creation,
breathing and thriving with a life of its own
Schizoid Personality DisorderSolitude -- My Sanctuary.Schizoid Personality Disorder4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Silence -- My Llullaby.
Observation -- My Occupation.
Intelligence -- My Curse.
Please, don't invite me to an outing that a normal person would attend in a heartbeat.
I won't hesitate to turn you down, I'm perfectly content being alone, in fact I would much rather be by myself.
It's not that I hate you, in fact I have no feelings about you, I just don't like people.
I can fully focus on my thoughts when I am free of outside distractions, such as the mindless drabble of the masses.
Solitude is My Haven, My Utopia, My Sanctuary.
Silence is golden.
The world needs a mute button, the noise is suffocating; I can't breath outside.
I yearn for sweet silence, all I want is for a few moments of absolute silence when I unwillingly leave My Sanctuary.
Once I finally get silence, I can't help but smile and allow myself to get lost in nothingness.
Silence is An Aria with no words, A Harmonious Composition, My Llullaby.
What Mental Illness Feels LikeIt feels like you're a prisonerWhat Mental Illness Feels Like6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your own mind
Holding you hands up to your
Looking glass eyes
But not able to escape
It feels like being close to yourself
All the time
But not knowing who you are
Wanting to get close to others
But terrified of letting them in
It feels like wanting to kill all your emotions
So you don't hurt anymore
It feels like the physical pain you cause yourself
Just to kill all the pain
You hold buried inside
It feels like starving your body
Because you feel like a bad person
And like you need to be punished
For all the things you've done - past and present
That those around you say weren't your fault anyway
It feels like memories
Haunting and teasing you
Always there, and never going away
All the things they did to you
And the way they made you feel
It feels like fear
Fear that this is all you'll ever know
That all hope is lost for you
And people will give up
And label you something you're not
It feels like being free
Finally finding someone else
Distonija-Mrzim jabuke i moj ivot nije pogreka.Distonija3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
-Zato su TearsForFears, Spandau Ballet i New Order odlučili stavrati glazbu?
-Ljudi su smeće i sve manje piem, mora da prebrzo mislim nelijepe, spore stvari koje traju i čekaju da ih precrtam u opipljivo.
Ljudi su kovace i osjećam se amputirano kraj drugih jer ih uopće ne doivljavam.
Zaključala sam se iznutra.
Unutra je stvarno kaos. Nered nad neredima. Ključa nema. I da imam ključa, mrak je i ne vidim vrata. Nemam stijena kojima bih razbijala prozore.
-Nije u pitanju manjak samopouzdanja, već manjak samozavaravanja.
Bljesak u vječnosti, jako vjerojatno, jako nebitnih postojanja. Točkica, ne točak, u mehanizmu beskonačnog svemira.
Mogla bih napraviti sve i nita i za bilijardu godina opet ne bi bilo vano.
Voljeti, proizvoditi, ubijati, jesti, plakati, pjevati, osjećati svu silu nemira i opet ne bi
Afektivno udaljenaUlazimo u tvoj stan.Afektivno udaljena6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Njušim intenzivno privlačan miris cigareta tvog tate, Ronhill bijeli, pomiješan vjerojatno s tvojim bijednim pokušajem prikrivanja dima nečim cvjetnim. No, to mi nije smetalo.
Zidni sat, gradilište koje četiri ulice dalje.
Srećom, tata ti nije tu. Radi. Nešto. Negdje. Možda. Danas te ne slušam tako pažljivo, jer sam jako uznemirena. Znoj i trnci. Slatko na jeziku.
Srećom, razvukli smo kauč u dnevnom boravku i postavili najsmješnije plahte. Spustili rolete. Upalili glazbu, ne prejako, ne pretiho. Nismo navikli čuti da koža prianja uz kožu.
Boli me što ti pridajem toliko meni bitnih karakteristika. Dobar, viši nego što zbilja jesi, potišten i pun razumijevanja. Poluizmišljen si.
Sve što želimo je tu. Pretvaramo se da smo malo više zaljubljeni, malo manje nezaposleni i primjereno zagrljeni.
FourThe noise in the airport should have been unbearable, but to Prosper it was muted, shoved to the background while he tried in vain to think of something to say. Other passengers were yelling and running past them, but Prosper felt as if the silence stretching between him and Fae was unbearable. She managed a smile for him, but it was strained, and Prosper knew that there was no real happiness behind it.Four4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is for the best," she murmured, gently grasping his hands in hers, "but, I'm glad, at least... that we'll get this. Closure. I would never want to end what we've had over the phone, or... well, you know what I mean."
"I..." Prosper couldn't finish the sentence, and perhaps for the first time in his life, he could think of absolutely nothing to say. He didn't usually struggle for a way to put his thoughts into words, so for that usual talent to depart him at a time like this was terrifying. Fear rushed over him, and he wondered, not for the first time, if he was making the b
Therian PoetryTherian Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This phantom tail i cannot see
This misplaced soul inside of me
I walk on all fours
Yet i do not have paws
I wish i could fly away
But in this place i must stay
Sometimes i wish i could growl
Or at least bark,yip or howl
Do not give me the boot
because im an animal in a human suit
Just because you dont understand
This is not something that i planned
Please dont cage me
Put me in a straitjacket
Or in a soft white room
Maybe if you set your mind free,
Your inner therian might bloom
UnspokenAs I sit there in class,Unspoken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear insults.
"That's so gay."
"Shut up, faggot."
I keep my mouth shut.
I don't want to be "that girl."
The arguing escalates,
The teacher ignores it.
I clench my fist,
I clench my teeth.
Don't say anything,
I tell myself.
I am angry,
Not at those people.
I am angry,
I do not stand up for myself,
I ignore it because I am scared.
I do not stand up for myself,
I am too worried about my image.
I do not stand up for myself,
But those who are rude, do.
They stand up for themselves,
They are the ones speaking.
I am the one in silence,