Cine-i cine?Eu si tu.Cine-i cine?5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Tu si eu.
Ma uit la tine si parca ma vad pe mine.
Tu te uiti la mine si ai vrea sa fiu tu.
Stiu ca eu sunt faurit din tine, dar nu vreau sa recunosc asta.
M-as simti vulnerabil.
Tu esti sensibil. Foarte sensibil.
Eu nu plang in public.
Cum as putea eu sa recunosc ca eu sunt parte din tine?
Imi e frica. Acesta e secretul existentei mele:ca eu sunt tu...
Sa nu ma tradezi,te implor...caci daca faci asta, vom muri amandoi.
Ne vom muta intr-o stea.
Vom exista, intr-un fel sau altul, impreuna.
Oare cat de bine ne-am intelege tu si eu, eu si tu pentru o eternitate doar noi...?
Tu esti sincer.
Eu pretind ca sunt .
Tu ma certi,eu ma fofilez.
Iarta-ma,dar nu vreau sa mor.
Ar insemna sa te ucid pe tine.si nu pot!
Te iubesc. Tu ma iubesti? da?!? chiar daca te reneg?
Iti sunt recunoscator...
Tu... esti eu || eu sunt tu ...
Candva vom fi doar noi.
Pe o stea tacuta, intr-un univers de vise.
Habitual PatternsCircles, always circles. The juncture of an end and beginning, bringing about lightheadedness, which too becomes cycles of circles; spinning and twisting. Trapped in dizzy revolutions; a prison of the infinite, holding and containing like rope rubbing raw bruises and scars. There's no room for escape, for breath, or thought, just an oval path that lures desperate feet, slapping their shoes off pavement as they outrun themselves, but arrive nowhere.Habitual Patterns2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I'm guilty as charged: a marathon runner motivated solely by the buzzing desperation of fear. I outrun my footsteps, my shadow and thoughts myself; I'm so sick of circles, their continuous lines of motion that stir bile and saliva. They get me nowhere nothing; just disoriented thoughts, and an overwhelming sense of vertigo.
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,Unfounded2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.
I squeeze articles and adjectives
supporting metaphors and similes
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.
The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.
Why give transparent, misleading hope
Does pleasure derive from humiliation
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:
Language wilts on my fingertips,
turns to ash in my mouth
the gorge in my throat which partakes in
how significant is agony endured within silence,
inside pitiful thoughts?
It is nothing notable of specific emotion,
only biting veracities upon repetition
and foolish belief:
"I am no poet of words."
Hollowing My HeartYour fleshly homeHollowing My Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crawled right in.
Vein and artery cradled me
Within open womb;
The origin of safety and adulation.
and so I burrowed, nestled
finally accepted into your heart
and bodily corners
Where you could never
l e a v e me,
Where you would always
l o v e me.
I bound myself to you,
and became your everything.
Burying SeptemberIf you were a person, then I'mBurying September2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something you've forgotten; something inadvertently lost,
discarded on damp, cobblestone walkways where tattered
beggars are just lingering sympathies.
I think I now can relate to unintended loners,
the ones more enforced than observed
Lost within themselves, as I remain lost in darkness;
They without company, and I without you.
If those like you are people too,
then they are all virtual, resembling you with acute precision;
your glow, your warmth, your light,
all which bring about feelings of belonging, and correctness
Yet I find myself abutted to clinking cans lacking of change,
huddled within people-filled corners
beneath tender aches of darkness.
Forever searchingstudying, passerby upon passerby,
eyes half blind to hopeful light;
they've adjusted to comfort of night,
and shady withdrawal.
Maybe we're no longer yours to claim.
Maybe you've given us up,
like ash to the wind.
Midnight SuspensionDevour me, moonlight, within yourMidnight Suspension2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tuck me safely within shady craters,
so my eyes may then halt their steady gaze of
longing, so focused that you sometimes
smear with dribbled darkness.
Let me fly from the inside,
my toes burying themselves in light and lunar dust,
twirling as you spin your radiance below.
Grant me absentmindedness,
towards my worriesmyself.
Just rip me from my soul,
so I, too, may know the sensation of silent
Dare to DreamSo bravely envisioning goals within your mind,Dare to Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those same goals that slowly change to dreams,
reflected in your eyes not just the aspirations
of a creative mind,
but of a dreamer.
The smallest of smiles,
as if to seal the deal...
already so eager to reach your destination,
with butterfly wings strapped to your back
and arms outstretched to soar.
SwedenxReaderxFinlandSwedenxReaderxFinlandSwedenxReaderxFinland2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a plushie of Hanatamago. You stared down at it, a goofy grin on your face. It was too cute!!! Strange that someone would send this to you, almost like they knew that Sweden and Finland were your favorite characters.
It looked exactly like Hanatamago did in the anime, a white puffball with glittering black eyes.
But it was strangely warm, like it was alive.
Geez, talk about having a Stephen King imagination. Next thing you be thinking is that it would come alive at night and eat you.
You tossed it onto the bed, wanting to look through the packaging for a note.
You tried to toss it onto the bed. But it wouldn't budge, because it was stuck on your hand.
You shook your hand furiously, trying to dislodge the toy.
It was growing up your arm. The small toy swelled, engulfing your entire right arm up to the shoulder.
Well shit, you couldn't cut your arm off (And didn't want to) So now
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between thepretty little poet fingers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
Opening EyesThey often sat together in the afternoons and evenings, sometimes in her room, sometimes his and more often than not in the large conservatory attached to the main building.Opening Eyes10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ororo loved it there, loved the delicious familiar warmth and having her beloved plants around her. It had always, she told him, been her private sanctum. Her place to escape too.
When he'd asked tentatively if she didn't mind that he 'd 'invaded' that sanctum she'd laughed quietly at him and pressed a burning kiss to his cheek.
Now they sat as they did on most evenings, too close together for decorum and talked in the low whispers only used by lovers and thieves.
Yet they were not what the wildfire scandal of the school rumour mill made them out to be…he had never even kissed her. Yet there were other things, other things he knew he shouldn't dwell on- the touches she would bestow on him and no one else, the way she would press his hand as she leaned in to whisper a secret from her childhood or how she took his ar
The Maddest ConstructThe Maddest ConstructThe Maddest Construct1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divine energy trickles grimly through the arteries,
Crackling wildly in his veins like overcharged batteries...
The power-hungry presence is a majestic hall of illusion,
But the pure aberrance inspires disgusted confusion!
The far-flung fancy of this new desire,
Shifting like the archaic Model-T,
Turns his scholarly engine into an intellectual fire,
Grasping and reaching for fuel constantly.
His living, beating scholarly heart,
Merely a crystalline orb containing fiery passion,
Yearns for companions of a similar fashion,
And waits anxiously for that joyous time to start!
For the sweet, numbing taste of camaraderie,
For any discussion, be it friendly.
Turn me on to your deviation and interest, said the Maddest Construct,
For I love to see your best, for the power of Art is hardly defunct.
Bad NightYou know it's gonna be a bad night when all you can think is "It's going to get me. Oh god, it's going to get me. Somebody save me. It's going to get me." and you can feel that pressure on your chest, in your head, against your heartbeat that signals a panic attack.Bad Night9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You know it's gonna be a bad night when you're scared to look out the windows or have the curtains cracked, and the mirrors have to be covered because god, what if it can get in that way? What if the things in the mirrors get out? Fuck, what if the thing you see in the mirror finally gets you?
You know it's gonna be a bad night when the stairs freak you out, when you want to barricade your door because the stairs freak you out. The stairs are right outside your door, and they freak you out and you don't know why but they do because it's a bad night.
You know it's going to be a bad night when it looks like there's demons hiding in your hallway, right near the railing of your stairs even though you
Countdown10 days till we dieCountdown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
9 days till we cry
8 days till we run
7 days till we scream
6 days till we plan
5 days till we learn
4 days till we suspect
3 days till we dissapear
2 days till we laugh
1 day till we play our last game
In The MorningIn the morning In The Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our disagreements will look like paper clouds
we can fold them up,
make little areoplanes and fly them out into the wind
I'll label mine: Impatience,
I'll use red ink
yours can be: Stubborn
blue as the azure sky above
We'll joke over crumpets and thick
black coffee from Costa Rica rich and sweet
you'll tell me how you'd like to go
I'll tell you how it was when I went
In the morning
our disagreements will look like dust
I will blow them away
and send them to fly free into the impending day
Hope in a Darkened Heart"Within the walls of concentration camps, people lived their day to day lives. Nazi officers laughed with each other over dinner each night, the commandants children worried about whether they were popular at school or not while his wife fretted about the housekeeping and the cooking, the same petty preoccupations filled their heads as ours. While, all the time, just over that fence people starved, were brutally beaten and killed, degraded and humiliated by men who went home at night to worry about whether they were putting on weight or their hairline was receding. And other people lived in the villages near these places seeing the people going in, seeing the smoke from the chimneys yet never truly seeing. Carefully blinding themselves to what was going on. It's amazing how little people see when they choose not too. How little they'll let the suffering of others effect their lives."Hope in a Darkened Heart10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She closed the textbook with an audible snap.
Somehow they both knew she wasn't just talking about the
Take A RiskIm in love with the boy that sits in the back seatTake A Risk5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With the sky blue eyes and a handle on his dream
He has a hard time wearing his heart on his sleeve
But my friends all say he's got a crush on me
But I can never be sure with things like that
Im a little bit afraid of slipping off the track
'Cause if I lose my pride I can never get it back...
But someone once told me
"You better listen closely, 'cause...:
Sometimes it's worth the climb
It's okay to make mistakes
Sometimes you might fall down
But that's just a chance you gotta take...
It's okay to be scared, a little unprepared
But you need to say what you're thinking, 'cause this could be it
Take a risk, take a risk"
He tells me one day that he's in love with someone
My heart sinks a little but I let him go on
He says she's a beautiful girl who loves to have fun
And he's thinking that she just might be the one
So I give him a smile and tell him that's great
While Im thinking to myself that I was too late
And as he asks me for advice I
APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- CochonYou knocked on the edge of the screen door yet again. "Monsieur Duval?" you called into the apparently empty house, your patience wearing thin.APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- Cochon2 years ago in Romance More Like This
With a sigh you stepped back and off the porch of the large, old farmhouse. Placing a hand on your hip you glared at the door. You didn't have time for this: the restaurant opened in two hours! If Monsieur Duval wasn't in the house you were going to have to look for him somewhere else and that meant going to the barn.
You turned around to look at the red frame structure on the other side of the property. You really didn't want to go over there if you didn't have to. Monsieur Duval's pigs were wonderful animals and were very good at finding truffles- which was the reason you were in the country an hour outside Paris in the first place- but the fact was that they stank. And you really didn't want to get any closer to them then you had to.
You stood outside the house for
Painted x Blue OneshotPainted x Blue Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I dont own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters.
Painted x Blue
It all started with a wish, an inner need of helping someone. To be the one who heard the prayers. So how could it have ended like this?
She was pushed to the muddy paddle on the ground. Her disguise torn apart, the red paint from her face was washed away by the pouring rain. She coughed as she tried to pull herself up with her tied hands only to be dragged on her knees facing the sneer of one of her attackers.
He was rather harmless looking, really the weaker from the two men. But fury shone in his golden eyes above a bruise on his face that was caused by her previous water whip. A failed attempt to get away.
Youre not that brave
EnglandxReaderx2p!England: Pt 3 A light nudge at your shoulder awoke you, Arthur was standing at your cot with a worried expression on his face. "A...Artie..." You whispered in the night,"W...what's wrong...?"EnglandxReaderx2p!England: Pt 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I...I just want to be near you..." He said simply, looking away from you now,"I-I'm sorry, that sounded a bit...stalkerish, doesn't it...I'm terribly sorry...I-I'll just go now-"
Before he could turn and run once more, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him closer to you. "I...I want some company too...it's scary being alone in this strange world..."
He smiled, laying down beside you and quickly attaching himself to your form now. "W-Well...if you insist...it's rude not to I suppose...for our guest...I just..."
"Artie...stop fooling yourself..." You replied a bit more harsh than you intended,"Come here, just...relax into my shoulder...cry if you want...I won't judge you if you do..."
Within seconds, his body was shaking in your arms and his
FrancexTsundere!Reader For the fifth time since this meeting began, France's glance moved over towards you. There you were, across the table with a board look on your face with your chins in the palms hands and both elbows on the table. ''ow adorable is she?' He questioned in his mind with a smile.FrancexTsundere!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ripping off a piece of his notepaper, he scribbled down a few words and crumpled up the small loose leaf corner and glanced up at Germany who was currently droning on about European economy or something like that. The second his head turned away, France tossed the paper to you.
As soon as you saw the crumpled up piece of white land in front of your eyes, you rolled them. Your (e/c) eyes were brought up, meeting with a rather flirtatious pair of blue ones staring expectantly towards you.
A low growl came out just looking at the man, even before you read whatever was written on the paper. Unfolding it, you read the note:
Would you like me to walk you home? I would hate to see th
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You2 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