Just a GameAm I losing my mind,Just a Game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I going insane,
Is this really life,
Or is it just a game,
If after game over,
we can restart,
Would we change our own ending,
So we won't have to part,
Would we learn from the past,
and just carry on,
Or keep getting game over,
Until we are gone,
Could we save every princess,
Could we fight till the end,
Would we fight with sweet strangers,
Who we'll slowly befriend,
But once the princess is saved,
And the adventure is gone,
When there is nothing left,
To let you move on,
Is that the same as game over,
Except you completed your task,
Is this not life,
Hid behind gamer's mask,
When living our lives,
Do we want to die young,
Before we completed the ending,
That we had begun,
Or will we save our life princess,
And defeat our own wrong,
And know that the end,
Was the end all along.
Father and DaughterFather and Daughter3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Wally walked into his apartment building, quite mad and annoyed. He walked over to the couch and collapsed on it.
"Five minutes", he said to himself, "five minutes of peace and quiet." Those five minutes didn't last very long. About the third minute Wally heard a cry from down the hall.
"Uggghhh", Wally said to himself, "I almost forgot that Artemis is still at school and that Katie is still awake." Wally got up from the couch and to his daughter's room. Walking down the hall, he thought of the trouble his daughter probably got into while he was gone. Sure he could of brought her on the mission, but he didn't what to risk her life. When he arr
Insomnia/.....................................................\Insomnia2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sleep sleep sleep sleep Sleep
Sleeeepsleeeepsleep sleep Sleeep
Seeeeeepsleepsleep Sleeep Sleeep
Epitome of Romanceit's spring, now. we keep our curtains drawn after it rains because the rainbows still make you cringe. the stars are out at night, though, after clear evenings that wait and stick. you explain constellations to me because i never read the books. our bed is always left unmade because whenever one of us walks by it, we like being reminded of hungry hands and hungrier hips. you leave me shower-steam messages on the bathroom mirror. you make us dinner and i watch you stir, secretly using extra ingredients to spell out our initials near the sink. we watch a sad movie and i can't find the tissues, so you let me use your sleeve. "i bought you this." "i know." and then you sneak away, coming back with crackers and a british accent.Epitome of Romance11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the summer you wake me up with ice cubes and your tongue. our windows stay open all night and you nudge me when the neighbors whisper as they pass our house in the morning, so sure that they heard me the night before. you tell me about how you used to wait for m
LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 3LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once agai
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 2France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You weren't comfortable.
It was all so sudden being invited over to France's home and then staying the night there. It wasn't that you distrusted France or that he himself was making you particularly uneasy...it was just being around the man you adored for so long; that made you nervous.
You coulnd't help but smile a little bit though. As you walked in, an absolutely delightful and all to familiar scent surrounded you.
"Pot au feu.." you said closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Oui~ It has been cooking all day. I know how much you love it so I made it for tonight." he said with a wink.
You managed to will away a blush. God...every time he winked at you it made your heart beat faster...but you couldn't help but stop and think of how many other women he had winked at...how many other hearts he had made thump wildly..yes...it wasn't like you were special or anything.
"Is something the matter __________________?" France asked with concern, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh no. I wa
ForgottenThis crushing painForgotten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This endless loss
This hope is vein
Your heart is frost
I love you so
Can't let you go
Can't breathe a word
Tears freely flow
Have you forgotten already
the love we shared?
Have you forgotten already
us, the perfect pair?
Do you even hear me
I'm bleeding inside,
bleeding myself out.
What's lost is lost
But I can't give up.
What's gone is gone
But I still love.
You won't remember
come a few years time
that you broke my heart
and that I tried to die
You won't remember
when all is done
those days of life,
when we still danced
in the sun.
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 6France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Voila! Crepes topped with your favorite fruit ma cherie!" France exclaimed excitedly, grinning as he spun elegantly before placing the dish before you.
You stared down at the beautiful breakfast you'd been presented with...somehow it didn't look as beautiful as it usually did...it didn't look as lovely yesterday morning either...
Taking a break from your food you looked up at France and managed a smile. "Thank you, Francis. It's lovely." you said softly.
You immediately felt your heart sink and tried to keep your expression from following suit when France's blue eyes sadenned and the corners of his mouth turned downward.
"___________________? What's wrong..? You've been acting very strangely since yesterday. Are you no longer enjoying my company?" France asked, forcing a half-smile though he looked more unsure, scared, and hurt by the idea than anything.
"No! I mean I am totally enjoying myself! I've just had a few things on my mind is all." you said, trying to reassure him with the b
Jareth's Story - starterLabyrinth: The Goblin KingJareth's Story - starter7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watched her run. I watched her cry out for the child. I lead him away. I turned that staircase over, inverted that doorway, twisted that path. I watched her run. Her, the girl I loved, as she ran after the child, the son I craved.
She was so beautiful. So smart and clever. So painfully, perfectly, horribly, wonderfully amazing. I had followed her, tricked her, lured her, courted her, and waited for her. Why would she not succumb? I am the Goblin King! I have the most power in my realm! How is this girl this beautiful, lovely, horrible girl defying my powers?
It was all I could do to keep the inner labyrinth from leading her too far away. And she was running right in front of me! How can a man concentrate when she is right there, running, bei
Alesana: The EmptinessI am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.Alesana: The Emptiness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The emptiness will haunt you," Annabel whispers in an unsettling tone as I gaze in the mirror.
The Curse of the Virgin Canvas
The sun's rays seeped through the window; I lay awake in the bed and smiled slightly. I pushed the covers down and rolled onto my side facing the one I love. Her long bleach blond hair and short white dress almost matched perfectly with the sheets on the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her, her side of the room was dark, the light only reaching the edge of the bed. I kissed her again and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Annabel," I whispered her name and she didn't re
A Doctor a Day Keeps the Apples AwayA Doctor a Day Keeps the Apples Away...A Doctor a Day Keeps the Apples Away2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time Sherlock kissed him, John proceeded, very quietly and without any fuss at all, to have a small heart attack.
The second was much like the first, but John realized that his unruly flat mate was probably trying to put him through some kind of experiment, so, in retaliation, he decided not to react.
However, this didn't seem to work. The kisses continued without any sign of stopping. It didn't stop until the day John leaned forward for the kiss and realized what he was doing. Getting used to the experiment had not been part of his retaliation strategy. He decided the whole thing needed to be put to an end.
And so, the next morning, when Sherlock leaned in, John stepped back.
"Alright Sherlock, game's up. You win. Why in the world have you been kissing me? I can't figure it out."
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock sighed, "John, it is an old saying. I would have though you knew."
"A doctor a day keeps the apples away."
Sleep Well My AngelI didn’t become a mother when I saw the two pink lines,Sleep Well My Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But something changed.
What I had suspected for weeks was true,
& in a moment of fear, I realized my life was forever changed.
I didn’t become a mother when I saw you on the ultrasound for the first time,
But something changed.
I saw you wiggling around, only about the size of a peanut,
& I fell in love.
That was the first time I realized how much I wanted you,
You were mine, and that was never going to change.
I didn’t become a mother when I felt your first kick,
But something changed.
You wiggled and kicked me at least a dozen times that first night,
I was completely enchanted & I fell a little deeper in love.
I didn’t become a mother when the doctor showed me that you were a boy,
But something changed.
I was so surprised; I had sworn you were a girl,
But I was wrong,
But then again, everything about you was unexpected.
I didn’t become a mother when I started getting stretch marks,
But something cha
Softly burn to earthSoftly burn to earthSoftly burn to earth5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to be the messenger, Liz,
Of the things that will happen to you. I won't say 'me'; it wouldn't be right.
It is coming. Gather your stories, conversations, memories, your loved ones and "I love you"s: collect the rations for the journey. It's too cruel; even with hindsight, I can't ask you to ask the things I was never able to. Your efforts were fine but it can't be helped, the way the brain opens, like a flower, into new things (that was painful to write; do you remember what was said yet?): you can't look at a leaf and and feel the bud.
You don't know the feeling yet. I won't patronise you; you're not a 'stupid little kid'. You already know that feeling something new and imagining how something will feel are two different things. Still, it'll be a while before you know know this. You will know the feeling when your heartbeat freezes, the frost cuts through your spine, and your face pulls taut into a mask as your brain seems to shrink ins
Always About The SalivaThe trigger was pulled and the shot was flying through the air, softly falling to the ground. She only took deep breaths while the clouds were gray. The oral fixation made her heart flutter and shake with anticipation. Her pale pink gloss rubbed against the white of the butt. "This is my last one forever" she said to the dead air. Her lungs filled with black. The thin stick wrestled with her tongue. Ashes dying on the concrete. The final puff was taken, lying on that ground. As fire sparks, she lights it up again. "I'm such a liar" she grinned.Always About The Saliva5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Forever Changing EyesForever Changing Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glassy grey gives quick regard
Enough to lose oneself in
Little shows in them with his laugh
Little shows in them with his hate
Little shows with possible love
Little shows in the grey
Intense blue drowns you
Every single time
Every time you try
To stray away
You will be captured by his blue eyes
Grass green will take you by surprise
Touched by happiness
Little regard to the cruel world
How horrible the world is melts away
Under his green eyed gaze
You will wither and struggle to push him away
You may succeed
But then when you see
His forever changing eyes
You will be no exception
You will get stuck
Helping handI'm drowningHelping hand11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my own misery
I reach out
Searching for a helping hand
But nobody is there
And so I sink
Still trying to reach a hand
That is not there
CanadaxReader: SoulmateYou were walking alone in the late evening in the town, bringing your coat even closer around yourself. It was awfully cold and dark winter and you were forced to go out and bring some supplies, as you were out of them. Being all alone was good for you, not being abused by your family, but sometimes you hated it. You were heading to the shop nearby when you suddenly stopped. You saw someone sitting on the bench near your house. You examined him and something started to form in your mind. He had blonde hair down to his jaw, which looked incredibly soft.CanadaxReader: Soulmate3 years ago in Romance More Like This
One thing you knew that he was constantly abused by elder ones in school and also in home. You felt real pity for him. You wanted to help him not even from real sympathy but from having a feeling for him. He was really nice. You tried to talk to him one time, but your friends immediately dragged you over. You didn't even catch his name. All you could do was look at him with apologetic look. He had hope in his eyes, but then it died.
Three partsMy already broken heart is now in three parts.Three parts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thanks to you.
The first part wants you back desperately.
It wants to run back into your arms.
It wants to tell you that I love you over and over again.
It wants things to be the way they were before.
It tells me to go straight back to you.
The second part says that you're just gonna break my heart again.
That you'll leave me again eventually, just like last time.
That you don't even want me, for ME.
It tell me that we should just be friends.
and then there's the third part.
The third part whats nothing more than to be over you.
It wants you out of my life, even as a friend.
It wants us to stop talking completely.
It tell me to stop texting you.
These three parts keep fighting each other.
They keep trying to break apart from each other.
Each one of them wants to take over.
I can't stand this pain, but I can't decide what I want either.
I can't even figure out my own feelings.
I don't know which part I want to win.
Life is a battle...A battle from your very first to your last breath.Life is a battle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shall not surrender to your persistent bullies,
Draw your sharp blade against these unremitting demons
Fight till they learn you're worth living on this inhospitable Earth.
The diamond armor of your personnality to protect against their noisy scythes.
On this muddy battlefield where darkness swallow the most quiet souls
Never give up until the bleeding moon crushes on your cowardly foes.
Once you'll climb this tough and lonely phase of a living
You'll hear the distant victorious warbling,
And ultimately affirm you can finally live as a human being.
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
WeakWeakWeak10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I had the chance I would talk to you forever
If I had the chance I would tell you not to go
If I had the chance I would tell you that I love
That I love you…forever and for more.
One day my love will linger
One day you'll hear my prayer
One day you'll understand me
Understand that I am here.
Forgive me for not thinking
Forgive me for my words
Forgive me for forcing
Forcing that I must be heard
I didn't think I'd hurt you
I didn't think you'd cry
I didn't think you'd hate me
Hate me, yell and wished I died.
If I had kept my mouth shut
If I had never said a word
If I had never told you
Told you those three strong words.
Maybe my life would linger
Maybe my dreams would win
Maybe I would be stronger
Stronger than I am…
I am not strong enough to win
I am not bound to live
I am going to surrender
Surrender i.e Give in
Weak too weak to live
Weak too weak to love
Weak too weak to care now
Remember me my love...
Tears TearsTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is so heavy,
It hurts so much inside,
So much pain I carry,
No longer can I hide,
I want to scream and shout,
But silent do I stay,
Watching everything around me,
Scared to have my say,
My eyes start to blur dangerously,
Shimmering with unshed tears,
As the past haunts my memories,
Living them over in my dreams,
Sitting on the porch,
I look at the night sky,
Letting out a soft sigh,
As tears finally fall from
An Easier Form of Suicideim coming apart at the seams,An Easier Form of Suicide6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[darling, i already knew that.]
with your beautiful, bruised skin,
and handmarks down your spine,
youve got his fingerprints all over you.
you never were very strong anyway.
you say he holds your fragile dreams
in his cruel grasp,
[the one youre so familiar with.]
but why do anything about it?
with your choked breaths,
broken dreams and broken hearts,
i know youll settle for last place.
cause they say
youve always got a second choi