Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you2 years 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
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;Forget me not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Love? When all is Hate.
What once was a peaceful dream so
Lucid, so daring, so bold!
Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told.
As a child, I knew not of you,
What was false, or on the other hand, true
As eyes turn on me, cold,
You alone take me in your arms and hold
On to what is left of a little girl who never made it out
Of that dream to be forgotten.
I thought things were forever
Dare I say anything could die, for that was never.
But life is a funny thing, you know?
You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..
Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfect
But as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,
The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific.
I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but true
And true it is, true with all the evil life could do
Though I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
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
LifePassion.Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
Snowflake eyelashes prologue (jack frost/Oc)Snowflake eyelashes prologue (jack frost/Oc)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So here I go, time to write a story and put the others on hold! This will be fun.Remember comment and PM rate and give me feedback...Also the book the teacher is reading is made up and her name is pronounced boar-da-lair.
I was sitting in my classroom zoning out at the window while the teacher, Mrs. Boredaluaire read aloud from a book to the class. She had been reading a chapter from the book aloud to the class every day before Lunch for a while now.
The chapter being read was telling us about an unnamed individual who was Icy and Alone, but happy. I was distracted from Mrs. Boredaluaire's reading by the beautiful floral designs frost was forming on the window I was staring out of. I reached for my sketchbook and started doodling the form of a man just as Mrs. Boredaluaire read the description of the unnamed individual.
"The man had pure white hair that spiked up like rows of icicles, he was wearing a long black cloak, and he had a scar that ran from his eye to the middle of his ch
To the boy who cried bitchi.To the boy who cried bitch10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That’s what you called me
The second time we spoke
You said I glittered
But the gold had long since then
Left the contours
Of my jaws
that I don’t know how to
I am a diffracted spectrum
That knows no bounds
you said I reminded you
of your abusive uncle
and you tried to seek solace and safety
in a girl who belonged to no one
I will not say sorry
for being unable
to your ideals
you called me a bitch
since i've known you
6 of which
I know that I am far too static
I lack tact and often
Leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And in all honesty
Apathetic to your whining
I pointed it out to you when we first met
Find another shoulder
To cry on
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
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
Sleeping soundlyHe's talking in his sleep againSleeping soundly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I can't help wondering
If he's saying all the things he feels he can't say
When I'm (not) listening in the day.
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.
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.
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
Time Of Your Life (Phan)Title: Time Of Your LifeTime Of Your Life (Phan)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Disclaimer: One does not own Dan (DanIsNotOnFire) or Phil (AmazingPhil) None of this is real, just something I made up with my simple and bored brain. Do you see what boredom does to some people?
Author's Note: It is based off of the song ‘Time Of Your Life’ by Green Day. I’ll put a link in the description.
Another turning point;
A fork stuck in the road.
We walk through a forest along the foot path. We keep walking, until we reach a fork in the path. On leads left, the other leads right. Between each path is a very thin set of trees. We look at each other, we nod, and we both run along different paths. We can see each other through the trees, and we grin at each other. Our laughter fills the woods, a musical sound. We reach the end of the path and you jump on me. We both land on the soft forest floo
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
Heart:a rebellionHeart:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
First Date Pt. 1 (Warning: Tobynn Involved)It was an average day in the life of Robynn Destructus. Well, it SEEMED like average day. She had done her normal routine: she got up early at about six o' clock, she did her five mile run, then went back to her lab to finish up her latest invention. When she went into her lab and over to her desk, however, Tobias Deathlow, her klutz of an assistant was there already. He usually didn't show up until ten.First Date Pt. 1 (Warning: Tobynn Involved)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Toby..?" Robynn asked, slowly moving over to him. "You're early."
"What, no hello?" Toby said, crossing his arms and fake-pouting. "Someone's being cranky early..."
"It's not that, it's just you're never here early!" Robynn said. "I'm so used to you showing up late that I have to do practically everything myself.
"Well, not today!" Toby said, uncrossing his arms and sticking a triumphant fist in the air. "I've decided I'm turning over a new leaf!"
"... Huh?" Robynn said.
"You know, a new leaf!" Toby said, wrapping his arm around Robynn. She immediately tensed up.
"Let go of me,
StillHe was waking or he was falling asleep, neither, both at once. This was a dream. This was the only thing he had ever known. It made no difference, he trailed his own body like ripples after a rock, smoothing and breaking and smoothing again.Still3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His feet moved tirelessly, without thought. No longer human, only the Walk was real. For minutes, or for months; time was fluid and distant. Walk.
He broke and a low mountain pulled him forward. Smoothed. Broke into flatlands, into shallow water. Into the evening, into the weak dawn.
Smoothed, back into the soft yellow lights behind his eyes. Walk.
He was not alone. This thought came from his bones, the heavy vibrations that shook them. It was something known, not something learned. It was like becoming aware of his own breath.
After a moment, without any real intent, his head raised. The yellow lights flickered. He could see three trees surrounding him. No, three hills. No. Three monstrous beasts. No. Three brothers.
He was waking after
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.
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,
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
LithiumA single trickling rain dropLithium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
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