Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not who you were expecting,
But look, I'm smiling, for me
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you le
Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theLove and Lust: Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
50.726217, -2.841747We arrived solemnly at a day masquerading as romance. I emerged from the people carrier and ingested the familiarity of the place; Langdon Woods. Now, those pathways are dug into my palms. Deep trenches scratched into the whorls of my fingertips. Reminders of where I've been.50.726217, -2.8417472 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We walked for a while, hand in hand. You pointed out cashmere blankets of bluebells that bowed their heads as we marched past. I saw them repeat infinitely, a kaleidoscopic tessellation of my many copies of this memory, each slightly different (some faded and well worn). I remembered the bluebells infused with the smell of you.
After a time, we grew weary. Sweat bubbled onto our skin until our hands could no longer grasp. I rested. Sat on a worn smooth log bench facing the town where we lived, I ate, and drank, and filled myself with thoughts of you.
You had other places to be and went quicker than I, I couldn't make my body match yours and I lost you. The woods felt heavier, and the trees wav
I Love You Brother Ch. 2Chapter Two: A Secret, Unrequited LoveI Love You Brother Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey brother do you think you could help me with this stupid tie?" Silver whined showing me his tie. I smile and remove the knotted tie from his neck and fix it properly. "Thanks brother! You're so good with those." Silver kissed my cheek as for thanks and went to back his backpack. At this point, I was use to Silver's kisses and embraces so I didn't blush as much as I use to.
"Alright Silver, hurry up. We don't wanna be late." I call to him and head out the door. Dr. Crisis had left early in the morning and Mrs. Crisis had taken an early shift too so me and Silver didn't wanna bother the house chef, Romano, and just made two bowls of cereal. After that, I took hold of Silver's hand and walked to school.
I, myself, had turned 17 a month ago as Silver was 15 and giddy about coming into high school with me. I remember when he was still in middle school, he would always cry out that hewanted to go to high school with me. Even after years of growing,
mr lester and mr howell 1I pace the halls waiting for the bell to go. I was late so I decided to be extra late so I wouldn't be caught by the late gates. I had forgotten my time table too so I needed chris or pj to show me or tell me or what ever.mr lester and mr howell 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dan!" I hear someone shouts. I look up and see the head teacher bearing down on me. I leg it. Out of the top building and through the woods to the sports field. I hide in the sports shed. No one ever comes in here. I fumble around for a moment before sitting down. Ah comfortable. Not. After half an hour or so of me sitting awkwardly all folded up, the bell goes. I sigh and meander down to the lower school. I see Emma standing chatting to someone. I go up to her and whack her. She turns round and gives me the finger. She smiles when she realised it me.
"Dan, this is Mr Lester, our English teacher" she says. Why the heck was she being so nice to a teacher? I look up. A tall Skinny man, with black shiny hair that almost covers one of his perfect bluey grey eyes, but do
Female Japanese NamesFemale Japanese Names6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
AI: Japanese name meaning "love."
AIKA: Japanese name meaning "love song."
AIKO: Japanese name meaning "beloved/loving child."
AIMI: Japanese name meaning "love beauty."
AKANE: Japanese name meaning "brilliant red."
AKEMI: Japanese name meaning "bright beauty."
AKI: Japanese unisex name meaning "autumn; bright."
AKIKO: Japanese name meaning either "autumn child" or "bright child."
AKIRA: Japanese unisex name meaning "bright; clear; dawn."
AMATERASU: Japanese myth name of a sun goddess who ruled the heavens, meaning "shining over heaven."
AMAYA: Japanese name meaning "night rain."
AOI: Japanese name meaning "blue."
ARISU: Japanese form of Alice, meaning "noble sort."
ASAMI: Japanese name meaning "morning beauty."
ASUKA: Japanese name meaning "tomorrow fragrance."
ATSUKO: Japanese name meaning "industrious/warm child."
AYA: Japanese name meaning "colorful" or "woven silk."
AYAKA: Japanese name meaning "colorful flower/fragrant/summer."
AYAME: Japanese name meaning "iris."
UnappreciatedI spill my heart into a pageUnappreciated2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Using my blood as ink upon my pen
And take note of the wars I wage
Wars that I know I can't win.
But I try and try to satisfy
The many people that I love,
But sometimes I want to ask them why;
Why do they treat me so rough?
But I know the why much too well
I do not benefit them in any way,
With nothing to give, nothing to sell,
They kick and punch as they may.
I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there
AffectionlessMordecai/SerafineAffectionless3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Loveless? I woul'n't say dat. Affection-less, maybe. But Loveless?...Non." Scenes from the life of Mr. and Mrs. Heller.
He was many things. Killer, planner, observer, ironer of socks. And he was also a man.
Most of the time, the wiles of women did not effect him. But all men have their moments and objects of weakness. That night was one such moment, and Ms. Savoy made a good object.
It was a union of mutual interest. She was, for the time being, grounded and needed the support. He needed a way to put his mother's nagging letters to rest. It would make working together easier, and there were certain other benefits they could obtain by it.
Plus, She was carrying his child. It's what you're supposed to do in a situation like that, right?
She thought it was funny to re-arrange the kitchen. He thought it was funny to throw her cigarettes away. She thought it was funny to take his right cufflink. He thought it
Because you've made me Love youYou make me laugh,Because you've made me Love you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me cry,
you make me pretty in my mind
and to everything else, blind.
But out of all the things you do, you've
made me love you.
Like your shadow when you walk
past, I follow the steps you take, I
walk in your shoes, I
understand you. Sometimes it's
not as comfortable as I
would like but I do it because you've
made me love you.
I know that my jokes aren't funny
and that I may be sensitive and emotional
and I'm not really anybody beautiful
and as positive as you make me be for you I
still see the truth in the world.
Even if it's not happy but you've
made me love you.
And I'd do anything for you.
But you don't know I love you the way I do and in fact you
must not know. Because I fear you wouldn't love me
Not the way I love you.
I'll never tell you until you tell me first but,
but what if you're just feeling the same about me but
what if you're thinking these same thoughts then
who goes first?
you wouldn't love me. Not in a
SleepInstead of ripping the covers off,Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking it violently,
And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,
I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
Before its dreams are forgotten
BBC Sherlock - The Bored SongIf you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)BBC Sherlock - The Bored Song3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
If you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)
If you're bored and you know it, then your wall will surely show it,
if you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom boom)
untitled.shut up.untitled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
RestlessHaunting voices torment my sleep.Restless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Growing pressures pull me to the dark so deep.
Heavy weights upon my chest.
Losing will, I cannot rest.
Nightmares grow in strong daylight.
A losing battle, one I cannot fight.
Tears do not fix, nor ease the pain.
For all I do seems in vain.
Feeling useless, feeling spent.
Would it best if I went,
Far away, never to return.
To run from the pain that bites and burns.
Far away, in a foreign bed,
Still unable to rest my head.
Cecil/Carlos WTNV- purringYay for WTNV fanfiction!!!! I hope you all enjoy, it's just a short drabble about Cecil's purringCecil/Carlos WTNV- purring1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carlos yawned, stretching out like a cat on his bed. Next to him, he could feel Cecil stir softly, moving ever so much closer to him. Everything here was perfect. The room was warmed by the breath of the lovers, Cecil’s chilly, moist skin cuddled up against Carlos was pure bliss. He had his fingers curled into Cecil’s hair, gripping ever so slightly as he leaned over to press his nose against his neck. The scent of coffee, old (and definitely banned) books, and cologne perfumed his nostrils, wrangling a content sigh from the both of them. He couldn't believe this was happening, right here, right now. Carefully, he pressed his ear against Cecil’s collar bone, listening to his shallow breath, and the steady irregular heartbeat. Almost immediately Cecil responded by wrapping both arms around Carlos, p
EverScript. Chapter 1.Dai's room was messy as always, and the floor reverberated in time with the bass of the music he was playing. Rikki had to shout in his ear a few times to get his attention and she grinned when he hurriedly turned down the volume.EverScript. Chapter 1.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who was that?" She asked, enchanted by the music that was now coming at a reasonable volume from his speakers.
His green eyes showed his shock. "They're the newest hot band."
Rikki pursed her lips and shrugged. "Don't know them."
Dai groaned and sat heavily on his bed. "EverScript? Have you even heard of them?"
Rikki shook her head innocently, an abashed smile on her face. "Sorry. Finals were hell and I'm still trying to figure out if I wanna go to university."
"Rikki, they came out a year ago. And the deadlines for applications passed a few months ago." Dai sighed in exasperation.
"Really?" Rikki cried out, and she slapped her forehead. "Stupid me. I knew I should have looked at that before!"
Dai raised an eyebrow. "And why didn't you?"
Rikki blushed scarle
Sherlock Holmes- A Visit Watson walked down the street, cane in hand, towards his former home. It had been 3 months since he had moved out to live with his wife and he had finally given in to the whining of his former partner. He was going to visit Holmes for a week. He walked up the steps of the building and rang the doorbell. He waited a good 5 minutes and no one had answered. He sighed. Holmes must have given the servants a break, either that or they finally got sick of him and left. Watson was not sure which one. He opened the door with a harrumph, Holmes could have troubled himself to leave his room to open the door for his friend that he had begged to come visit. He went up the stairs to the eccentric man's room and opened the door to see it in its usual chaotic state. His friend was laying on the bed, with his head hanging off, looking at Watson upside down. His arms were in the air and put together.Sherlock Holmes- A Visit5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cuff me" were the first words that came out of his mouth. His expression
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
you call me an angelyou call me an angelyou call me an angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
despite its crooked nature
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying
&every time our lips parted
another sob stuttered its way through the gap.
you heard what words i couldn't swallow,
the ones straining to pass over my tongue
yet drowned upon existence.
you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aim
to starve back to bones,
to see the angel wings i've lost in my skin
you touch &feel are there;
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
It's that wonderful day.People are confessing, some already datingIt's that wonderful day.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearing so much “I love you”, it’s driving someone crazy
So let’s exchange hatred with love and just get along
And celebrate the day by listening to a corny song
Singles shouldn’t cry or start weeping inside
Just wait for the one, even if it takes a long time
Couples show your love, but explicitly has always been grime
Nimble kisses and a hug, anything else will be when you reside
Just remember to show care to the one who’s fair
It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and I’m sure you’re aware
That the “special someone” is waiting for you prepared
To go outside so this wonderful holiday can be shared
It's A Game, A Dance, A SongIt's a game really, with each of us playing our partIt's A Game, A Dance, A Song6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I'll hide, try and find me if you care
You ask the questions and I'll dodge around the answers
Cat and mouse, catch me if you can
It's a dance really, back and forth we will flit about
Never settling in one spot too long
We've danced this dance so many times, know every move
Each step is so carefully placed
It's a song you know, each of us a different note
Each just another chord on the guitar
It's when the notes come together that the magic happens
They're no longer a sound but music
ImogenImogen was this girl who used to live down the block from me.Imogen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She would leave me little notes and bird feathers beneath the swing in the park
that separated our houses. Imogen was the first girl to make me blush.
I remember it as clear as daylight. We had been sitting on the rock in my front yard,
like we frequently do, waiting for the sun to set and she had turned to me and said,
"Did you know that your eyes are the colour of smarties on the inside, only prettier?"
I had been stumped because she'd never spoken to me about people before,
least of all myself.
When Imogen and I talked it was about travelling the world and seeing landmarks,
planning endless trips. We would talk about which animals are better for pets,
we would talk about school and Macbeth and food and everything else.
You see, Imogen didn't like people much.
She never got along with her parents and she didn't have any friends at sch