Once.Once there was a girlOnce.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she was born in the winter
and her parents were young
but they were happy; and so was she.
Once there was a girl
and people thought she was very smart
and she went to school and she learned and listened and did her work
but she didn't like to do so.
Once there was a girl
and she was always dreaming of something amazing
and she loved to sing songs and draw pictures and read stories
but she didn't like her voice and she didn't like her drawings and stories made her sad.
Once there was a girl
and she thought she should be better
and she tried to change and she tried to be better and she wanted folks to like her
but she couldn't change and she never was greater.
Once there was a gi
The king who lost his crownI knew the fountain of your apologies was flooding the room, but for the first time, my ears shut out your words. All I was listening to now were the sweet thoughts of our childhood that were sailing upon clouds of heartbreak.The king who lost his crown3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
After all we were just kids then, sitting beneath the trunk of the oldest apple tree in town like royalty. I watched as the riveting words rolled off your tongue plunging into the crisp air executing all sorts of somersaults and flips before finally reaching my eager ears. The other kids called you the king of stories.
Why were your tales always so welding? Was it because your voice reached the various highs and lows like the valleys of deep mountain ranges? Or was it because your face would start to turn purple? Perhaps from all the words carrying oxygen molecules out of your lungs in a rather humorous way.
Or maybe, just maybe, was it because I loved you? I guess my clumsy, youth filled, little heart couldn't help but fall in love with the boy who gallantly sat
ColorsDays are gray, monotone shadesColors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blacks and whites now that you're away
I color in the lines where you once were
With possessions and fantasies and failures
An emptying crayon box sits idle
While I spend on colors little by little
Until I whittle my selection down
To rainbow nubs, blacks and brown
Lollipops and Lemon DropsYou're joking, right?Lollipops and Lemon Drops4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You finally say you love me, too?!
Well, that sucks
Because I don't give a fuck about you.
You say you want me back?
Oh I see how it is.
You just want to twist my arm around my back.
Maybe I'll show you what pain is!
You can't live without me, right?
Well have fun committing suicide!
Because you broke my heart to pieces--
You left me here to die.
So now I return the favor,
I'll let you feel my pain.
You wanna clean this mess up?
That sucks--because you can't use bleach on a red shirt's stains.
The Monster WithinThe Monster Within3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is so hard to tell anyone, you never want them to feel the pain you do, don't want to bring them down or make them worried so you keep brushing it under the rug looking forward to the moments you can be alone in your room just to listen to sad music and let the tears stream. You recover and relapse in cycles. You do not 'have it", you suffer from it and will for the rest of your life. It can be put away in a box but will randomly catch your eye and as you open it back up to see what's inside the blackness envelops before you have a chance to escape. You plaster a smile on your face and only letting the mask slide when you think they aren't looking. Seeking real pain to sate the torment in your mind, replacing one pain with another that is tangible and more logical. Numbness sets in, you see your body performing actions and are subconsciously aware that an alternative force is controlling your body as you watch.
Being told to get over it, be happy, no you're not and you are lucky, ju
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
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
Take Me Home: Wesley (Hug a Tiny Day!)Wesley grabbed his necklace, letting a tear fall to the floor of the box. He'd never see her again, all because of these damned giants... and now he'd probably suffer the same fate. Stuck inside the box, he sat in the corner and hugged his knees. Well... maybe if it was male he'd have a chance at least. If it was another female giant though... he shuddered at the thought. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat when he heard the door open, making him squeeze his eyes shut. He couldn't be another pet, he wouldn't.Take Me Home: Wesley (Hug a Tiny Day!)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh!" Katrin burst out as she opened the door and her eyes fell on the tiny box in front of her. "Sis?" She called back into the house. "Did you order something?" It wouldn't have surprised her if she did; her older sister Rakel was always ordering new things for work. She didn't want to disturb her, but there was a small chance that the box was "Can I just bring it in?"
"Do whatever you want Katrin...I'
Heat Haze Days Male!Belarus x ReaderHeat Haze Days Male!Belarus x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun beat down on my heat relentlessly, a terrible wave of heat ripped through my body and fled off my head. It was August 15th, and according to my iPod, around 12:30 give or take a few minutes. The weather was incredibly nice, although the heat slightly irritating. Sitting on that sun heated swing I pushed myself idly back and forth with my foot in the sand.
Without a word I tucked my iPod back into my pocket and turned my eyes up onto the sky, studying the white clouds smeared across the sky; like splatters dropped across the horizon from God's paintbrush. The sky was otherwise clear and a cheerful blue, at least, if you were one to like the color blue. I supposed it was better than a warm color like orange or red. Anything was better than being warm, it was so hot that day, the heat made me will for winter again. But I knew that as soon as winter would come I'd just want summer again. So I remained in the brutal heat, trying not to complain.
Somehow earlier that day I
Walking on Broken Glass - 6Tony lifted the glass to his lips once again, the expensive vodka burning down his throat. It wasn't the familiar alcohol burn, no, that he could handle well. It was something else, something worse, that he couldn't define no matter how hard he tried. He filled the glass again and threw the empty bottle at the trashcan on the other side of the kitchen table. The glass broke into pieces and with a deafening sound as it hit the ground, since Tony had missed his target. After a long moment looking at the shards of glass he shrugged and got up to fetch another bottle.Walking on Broken Glass - 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two days have passed since what happened at the mall, and Tony hasn't left his apartment in that time. He hasn't been talking to JARVIS either, or showering, or eating. The mini bar is almost empty and he groans as he gets back to the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in hand, not feeling like going out to get more alcohol.
Steve doesn't try to talk to him during those two days and it makes Tony angry and sad and he doesn't un
Prologue- My Giant Best FriendI ran as fast as my legs would carry me away from my village as my fellow villagers chased me, hysterically waving various types of weapons. Some of the nicer ones yell things like "die you filthy witch!" I won't repeat what some of the nastier ones were saying to me.Prologue- My Giant Best Friend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sad thing was that even though, yes, I was technically a witch, I had saved roughly half the community with my craft. The same people that I labored over, exhausted my magic over, were now chasing me with pitchforks. Grateful aren't they?
But even with their nasty name calling, and the deadly weapons in their hands, I can't bring myself to use my powers against them. Not even to save myself. So even when I took an arrow to the back of the shoulder, I did nothing but keep running. When rocks being hurled at my back only made the arrow wound worse I kept running. No matter what they threw at me I kept on going until I had reached the
Together Forever (Hiddles x vampire!OC) Chapter 4Together Forever (Hiddles x vampire!OC) Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas had ended up getting breakfast at the place Alice had recommended. He then explored London a bit more before he met his partner Nikki at that restaurant he had had lunch with Alice at the day before. Unfortunately, Nikki hadn’t learned much more than Thomas had. They decided to lay low for a few days so they wouldn’t alert the vampires in the city of their presence (using code words, of course, so that any vampires who may be in the area would not realize what they were really talking about). So the two hunters would simply stay quiet and keep their eyes open, especially at night.
Alice entered the restaurant at the exact time Thomas had asked her to. She closed her parasol and looked around excitedly for her dear friend, but was saddened at what she saw… She saw Thomas sitting at a table with another woman. This woman had the strangest clothes that Alice had ever seen! But that part was unimportant. What was important was that she was sitting with Thom
Orphaned in FelaryaA loud series of tree branches cracking filled the night air of felarya followed by several screams echoed. A family of five had just woken up to find themselves placed high in a large tree, the shock causing them to fall through the branches and to the ground. Luckily for them, they weren't too high up to begin with and laid on the ground in a moaning heap of parents and children.Orphaned in Felarya4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kirt, the father of this family, sat up and looked at his wife and three children in concern. "Everyone alright?" He said in a grunt, trying to mask his pain and fear as it was he who had been the cushion that had broken everyone's fall. He was a muscular man with brisled brown hear and cared more for his family than anything else, even his own life. In relief, he saw his family sitting up, moaning and complaining, but alive none the less.
"We're fine" Jane, his wife said dazedly. She was a slim woman with long, red hair and a beautiful face. The shine in her eyes made every day worth it for Kirt. "But, wher
Dragon!EnglandxPrincess!Reader: leave with me?You rushed down the stairs, through the main hall, into the gardens. Your father had returned home from a foreign country named ‘England’. The legend goes that there live dragons, fairy’s, trolls, witches and other mythical and magical creatures in that country, alongside humans. You wanted to ask your father whether the legend was true or not. But once you opened the doors to the gardens, you didn’t have to ask anything anymore. In the garden stood a big cage. And in the cage sat a majestic dragon.Dragon!EnglandxPrincess!Reader: leave with me?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had beautiful green scales, with gold on his belly, and emerald green eyes. It was beautiful. You stared at the creature in awe.
“Ah my daughter, there you are! What you do think of our new pet?”
“Father he is beautiful!”
“Well then daughter, I give him to you. Why don’t you think of a name for him?”
“What about… Arthur? It’s a very noble name, just like the dragons are. And on top of that: it’s an
Gay but not gay?Gay but not gay?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You can be gay and not gay.
If you're born that way, it's not a mistake, right? You have no choice but to eventually come out and live according to your genes. Wrong. I'm here to argue the opposite; not to dismantle gay, not to excuse it and not to dismiss it. I know at least in some cases that it isn't all that from personal experience. First, though, let me explain something. There are two ways to be gay. You can have sexual desires for someone of the same sex, and then you can act on those desires. Most people today will say you are gay if you have the first one, mainly because because in this culture, it is unthinkable to have sexual desires and not act on them- even to dwell on them or to please yourself. I am speaking on the point that you can be gay and not be gay, and I hope to convince you of this point.
First off, let me tell you my past, since most things like this nowadays are written by people who don't have an understanding of where people are coming from. I'm not going t
Take Me Home: BriceTake Me Home: Brice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Take Me Home: Brice
"Her memory is a prison from which she cannot escape."
Max didn't really have much to do on his first night in his new home. The only thing he had thought to unpack right away was his computer and to set up his internet. It was a relief to not be disconnected from the world. He was looking through his entire usual fair when an advertisement popped up filling the screen for something called "TinEbay."
"Clever," he muttered and began to try and close it. He didn't appreciate jokes like this, no matter how interesting they were and he cursed himself for not getting a stronger ad blocker. The more he clicked, the more faces appeared on the screen some claiming that those on the screen were good at games, had an amazing memory, loved to read and had been pampered. They looked pretty human to him though and he was inwardly disgusted that most of the girls and guys filling the screen were wearing
EnglandXLittle Reader 7EnglandXLittle Reader 73 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been a few days now and Francis still refused to go home. Arthur had to admit it was worth letting Francis stay just to watch him eating the food Arthur had cooked. (Name) had finished all her food with no complaints, which Arthur was relived at.
The weather had cleared up just in time for the spring fair, which was being held in the park. Arthur had just got (Name) dressed up in some of the new clothes that the three of them had gone shopping for earlier on in the week. He couldn't have her wearing Alfred's old clothes all the time. Francis had been a great help with picking out clothes that would suit (Name).
Arthur had quickly got himself dressed and joined Francis and (Name) in the living room. Francis was tying (Name)'s (h/c) hair up to go with the pretty (f/c) dress she was wearing. Arthur couldn't help but feel slightly jealous every time the two of them were together.
"Arthur" (Name) called when she spotted him. He wondered how long he had been stood ther
The Dridder and the NagaSTORY 34The Dridder and the Naga6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The little dridder scuttled over the worn paving stones of the empty street, between the crumbling ruins of long-abandoned buildings. The fresh scent of running water drifted on the faintest of breezes, and as she turned into a sidestreet of the dead city, the river came into view. She paused, cautiously, testing the way ahead with her senses. She felt no immediate threat, and, reassured, hurried forward, chitinous legs clicking on the uneven stone.
Although she was a giant dridder, she was small, even for her age. A mere child still, eight years old, she was dark of skin, with pale pink eyes, and pinkish-white hair tumbling messily down her back. The top of her black spider carapace displayed a natural pattern of pink lines and dots, which she was quietly proud of. She would turn her head sometimes, and look at them. They had the effect of cheering her up, and kept her mind off other things.
Moving past the last of the ruined houses, she slowed and, for a moment
one roseone rose3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Everything had flipped upside down sense he left Thor was going to be crowned with a beautiful wife beside him. He watched from afar Valera kiss his brother, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, his heart had broke once more he had loved her but not saying it loud enough pushed her away, he hated jerking back tears so he turned away from the scene merely feet away from him.
Loki sat at the dinning hall table next to Thor he hated being so close to him even when HIS own Valera sat next to her groom to be. Loki hadn't talked nor ate the whole night but nobody seemed to care not even Valera no especially not Valera, Loki stood all eyes gazing towards him he cleared his throat before speaking "I think I'm going to my chambers for the night" he turned to leave the room giving a thick glance as he passed Valera, he seemed to catch her eye as well, she watched as he walked off Valera gulped down the lump in her throat "my dearest Valera what's the matter?" Thor asked Valera looked at her futu
Pet Browsing part 2The one reason neither of them done a single thing other than death glare? Promises. Confounded promise! Ah, had to hate the times when nobility and honour demanded words and sworn oaths be kept, treasured and seen through until clean or bitter end. See their faces? A fair idea on what was waiting...moody expressions, that's what! And somewhat mortified ones. Ugh, Maker and Creator both be so kind as to remove the memories of that damn moment in time.Pet Browsing part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The door bell itself was enough to spook them, and thus no further encouragment nor coaxing was required for them to make a dash into the new constructed model that was to serve as their home while in the flat...apartment...whatever it was. Did not stop them from glancing out though!
Usiku didn't had time to reach the door when it flung open, and he was granted the view of the others members of his band. Ihüg, Caun and Bahari were all there.
Sighing he had no time to compose himself when they came in, joyously exclaiming something am
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le