United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
CuttingCuttingCutting6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Silent ScreamsMisguidedSilent Screams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to memories of love
If a tree falls
and there’s no one to hear it,
does it make a sound?
RazorEllis liked to have the television on when he went to sleep.Razor5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His blue eyes were closed, not that Nick could see them even if they were open from where he lay across the room in his own softer-than-expected cot. The redneck had long ago turned his face in his sleep, nose to the wall and arm up over the pillow, obscuring most of his profile and ear in its positioning.
The hick didn't care what was on the flickering screen so long as there was a constant hum of soundbe it voices or music or even gunfire, much to Nick's chagrin. Not that the older man couldn't fall asleep to it; eventually he always did. Years and experience taught him far better than to refuse oncoming rest in the face of harmless obstructions. As far as he was concerned sleep wasn't guaranteed anymore, not with that all-too-familiar curtain of chaos ready to fall at a moment's notice.
That didn't mean he had to like it, however. If he had it his way the only sounds accompanying the night should've been a fan or eve
Bottled Up EmotionsBottled up emotionsBottled Up Emotions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sat on a shelf
Each collected dust
And memories of the past
A girl walked in the room
Her eyes were dark and stormy
In a rage she grabbed a bottle
And smashed it into a window
Happiness oozed out of the broken bottle
That smelled beautiful and sweet
In a shock the girl knelt down
And looked in her reflection
She saw a girl
So innocent and naive
That was so happy from day to day
That she almost forgot to breathe
The reflection of the past
Was full of joy and light
But the girl she had become
Had become dark as night
She out a cry of utter despair
When suddenly a light did appear
From the window she broke in her act of rage
A ray of light shone on her face
Perhaps... There was hope
For broken souls
The girl's stormy eyes grew brighter
Because she knew hope had come.
The girls ask why I wear all blackThe girls ask why I wear all blackThe girls ask why I wear all black3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I'm hesitating to answer back
To tell the truth or lie
To give up a chance or try
Explain my petty insecurity
Tell them how they all laugh at me
Risk that they'll just do the same
Risk the humiliation, the burning shame
Drag them into my pity party
And endure all of their fake sympathy
A second of hesitation has gone by
Too late, the only word is goodbye
I could have said how I feel so fat
How I feel like I'm the one everyone is snickering at
But what would they know
With their slender waists, what I undergo
I could have said how I feel so ugly
And hear their false assurances that I'm pretty
I could have told of how people think I'm annoying or creepy
And watch their glossed smiles tell just how I should be
And the ones that call me their friends
Keep me for amusement, and then it all ends
They invite me to sit with them while they eat
But it's on the outside, that sits my reserved seat
They've already chosen their allies
And it's up to me to real
Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 2 (Revised)Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 2 (Revised)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hey guys! Second chapter already in! <3.
Still in your POV.
"Hey Spain. I have the next class with you. Can you help me get there please?" He looked down at me as we walked down the extremely busy hallway and smiled happily.
"Of course senorita~! Sigueme!" He started walking down the hall at brisk pace after I asked and I barely managed to follow right behind him. We walked in silence for a bit before he finally decided to break it. "Oh! You might get to meet mi tomate today~!"
"Your tomato?" I asked curiously. The hell does he mean by that?
"My close friend Romano. He has a foul mouth and short-temper though. But I call him that because his face turns red like a tomato a lot~." He snickered lightly and I couldn't hlep but grin too.
"I think I'll be able to handle him." Spain laughed a bit louder and we continued to walk the rest of the way just enjoying each other's company and making small talk about random subjects. After a while, we finally stopped at another classroom door. He
Empty WordsWords can not describeEmpty Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How empty I feel inside
Without you by my side
To complete me
Colors can not explain
The blue I feel
When I'm without you
Feelings can not feel
When you are not around
To make me feel real
That's what my world is made up of
Last Ride"Ticket, please."Last Ride3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man sighed in irritation. "Ticket. Please."
Blinking his way out of his daze, Danny searched his pockets. "Wha- I- I don't have a... ticket."
Danny watched the man silently as different expressions crossed his pale face. "Listen, kid. I don't know how you've gotten here, and I don't really care. What I do care about, however, is. Your. Ticket." He hold his hand out as a silent command. "Without it, I can't ride this train for you."
Train? Why was he on a train? Danny frowned. For the first time he was here, he looked around properly. Empty, dark blue seats filled the long train car. GZ1056, a sign that hung above him said. No paper, no used soda cans, no unidentifiable goop lying on seats. Way too clean.
Then he gazed out of the window.
Dozens of them. Ghosts. Dozens of ghosts. Walking, no, more like floating around, waiting on the platform.
Blue eyes watched in fascination.
"Are you going to give it or not?"
Right. Ticket. This was ser
a letter for someone who hates thinkingin the beginning i wrote poemsa letter for someone who hates thinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about death and darkness and
the complex metaphysical arithmetic in which
that would equate to the love i carried for you,
beneath the headaches brewing like bruises
between my eyes, my ocean eyes;
even after convincing me the planets
were dead gods, powerful skeletons with
internal expiration dates and the stars
were their lingering parables, their stories
blinking out years before we were born, i knew
you were a nuclear angel, atom bomb
savior sent to save me from
there is no more mystery
in the world. i sent you
five letters to the PO box you told me
about in florida, the first
was a catalogue of every
angsty song lyric or campy postcard
or description of a flower
crooked in just the right way
that reminded me of you,
the second was a retelling
of every dream i woke from
forgetting who i was, the third
was an apology-- i'm sorry
for who i'm not and who you
need and that your dad always
reeked of bacardi, i'm sorry
for my bukowski-wannabe complex a
Truth or Dare Part 3.5Truth or Dare Part 3.55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam doesn't wheel around quickly enough to catch Gabriel as he stumbles violently out the door. All he can manage is a choked "WHOA" before they both come crashing down to the pavement with a solid thud.
"I'm fine! I'm fine. That was a very rare, temporary moment of dis... de... whatever you just witnessed. But everything is OH KAY. I'm fine," Gabriel mumbles into Sam's chest.
"Well, I'm not. Get off me. I can't breathe!" Sam huffs out in response.
They try to recompose themselves (a relative term to say the least), losing their balance a few times until they both get back on their feet and burst into a fit of giggles.
"Hey, you know, you're pretty heavy for a little guy," Sam chokes out between breathless laughs.
"And you're pretty hot for a Sasquatch," Gabriel retorts.
"Did you just call me Sasquatch?" Did he just say I'm hot? "I think you've had a bit too much to drink," Sam slurs.
"On the contrary, Sam, I don't think I've had enough!" Gabriel mutters.
He scans the ground for the bo
Truth or Dare Part 2Truth or Dare Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Gabriel in ways he shouldn't. In fact, it would undeniably be the absolute biggest lie he'd ever told anyone in his life. Good thing no one had asked him. Shit. I'd better not have jinxed it. His throat suddenly went dry with the realization that Gabriel and Castiel could both be listening to his thoughts quite easily at the moment.
"Truth," Gabriel grumbled, his face laced with exasperation. Cas was stroking Dean's arm, their heads close together on the headboard of the bed, legs touching casually. He often found himself feeling frustrated by the rare moments of affection between the two, mostly out of jealousy. Sam wasn't interested in Gabriel. The longing in his thoughts about Ruby proved it. Just as he was about to crawl into an internal pit of self-loathing, Sam cleared his throat and stammered in attempt to ask the question.
"Ahem. Okay, so uh, Gabriel. Uhh. I've always wondered, you know, considering your sweet toot
Japan x Reader - WarJapan x Reader - War3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This war was tearing you from your best friends.
This war was truly terrible and should stop.
Your best friends, Italy, Germany and mostly, Japan, were all on the other side. The side opposite of you.
If only they were in this war for a cause that could come true, then maybe, just maybe you would've joined them.
But, for a perfect world? A utopia? Impossible.
There was too much chaos and hate in this world. To make a utopia, there would have to be no life. So, you wanted to stop them before it was too late.
So, you stood there on the front lines, staring at your best friends, wanting to stop this. Bright, fiery (e/c) eyes filled with determination. Your (h/c) hair covered up by your helmet. Your pale green uniform covering your body, your Allies, the Allies, stood on both sides of you.
Rain poured down all around you as everyone stood in silence, staring at each other. You were going to get your friends out of this, without killing them.
Your jaw tightened for a second as your throat c
Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 4Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hetalia High 4
My back was against the wall. No way out. I had the enemy's ammo fall left and right of me. I flicked my head to look over my shoulder to my teammate. No need for words. He got what I meant with just a nod. I gripped the weapon I had in my hand and sneaked closer. I saw him there. Dodging and running as things flew above everyone's head. I crept closer. And closer. And closer. I raised my hand above his head and
"CHIGII!!" Romano screeched as the cake was smothered all in his hair. I turned to Prussia and gave him a high-five as we laughed our asses off. Romano stood there, shaking and trying to wipe the icing from his head. I wiped a tear from my eye and reached up.
"H-Here. I'll get it~." I combed out most of the icing and smeared it on a nearby table. Romano's cheeks turned a bright red and he closed his eyes. After I got most of it out, I directed my attention to his curl once more. I noticed that it was covered in icing from the root to the
Trench CoatIt may be justTrench Coat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a simple artifact of clothing
tall or r e l a x e d collars
Maybe even with a broken buckle flapping loosely to the side
But when I wear it
I can suddenly walk
through London's streets
and an untidy 221B
Or face a number of demons
Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 6Romano X Reader: Hetalia High 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prussia kept a tight grip on my wrist as we maneuvered through the stupid teens standing in the fucking middle of the hall. Geez, did they forget how to walk or something? I fixed the bag strap on my shoulder and then before we knew it, Prussia and I were standing in front a pair of double doors. He held one hand out in a mocking gentlemen-like fashion and I grinned. "Ladies first."
"Then I insist you go first."
He blinked at my response for a moment before curling his lips up into a smirk. "Yes sir." Then he walked inside. I opened my mouth to say some kind of smart-ass remark, but since nothing came out, I pouted and followed after him. The gym was freaking huge! A star football player could throw as hard as he could towards the ceiling and it most likely wouldn't even graze it. There were bleachers lined up all along the sides and two basketball goals on opposite sides of each other. The floor was polished wood and would make a squeak if you skid to fast along it
Edge of InsanityTip me to the edge of insanityEdge of Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch my heart
Watch as the mask I so carefully placed
Shatter to a million pieces
Under your beautiful eyes
Which caused all the pain
Look into my eyes
That hide pain in them
From the outside world
And yet not a soul knows
...not even I know, at times
Watch as I slowly go numb
Shoving back memories into
My bleeding heart
Wishing back for the days
That I was happy and oblivious
Can't you see how much I hurt?
Perhaps my mask hides me
A bit too well...
S o r r y.I'm sorry I'm randomS o r r y.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm odd
I'm sorry I'm weird
I'm sorry I'm strange
I'm sorry I'm different
I'm sorry I'm me.
100 Tips On How To Live Life01) Don't lick spark plugs100 Tips On How To Live Life3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
02) Don't urinate on people
03) Love with all of your heart
04) Don't give a fuck what other people think about you
05) Eat fatty foods; they taste good. If someone calls you fat, pull out a chocolate bar and say "sure as hell I am"
06) Don't pee uphill if you have holes in your shoes
07) Take your shoes off somewhere random just to feel what's around. Make sure there's no glass
08) Sing as loudly in the shower as you can; you sound better in there no matter who you are
09) Bring back Socks and Sandals
10) Fall asleep at your computer
11) Put your headphones on and sing along on a crowded street
12) See how long you can hold your breath underwater; don't drown
13) Don't taste the shampoo to see if it tastes as good as it smells; it doesn't
14) Chew with your mouth closed
15¬) Start a food fight, but not when the school principle/ vice principle/ school grounds keeper is around
16) Jump in a lake with your shoes and socks on
17) Stand in the rain in just your
BulliesVerbal, physical, cyber.Bullies2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s all the same.
Walking through these corridors, an outcast.
Ignorance fueling your hate,
You think you look ‘cool’ do you?
That girl you left crying,
That boy, bruised and bleeding.
It’s just a fucked up game to you.
Games have rules
As actions have consequences.
That ‘fat bitch’, she forces herself to purge. She cries looking in the mirror every night.
That ‘faggot’ you told is a disgrace. He is more capable of love than you will ever be.
That ‘ugly cow’ is more beautiful than you will ever be even with your inches of makeup.
That pregnant ‘slag’. Maybe there is a story behind it. Did you stop to think she may have been violated? Or maybe she has it all planned out, with a long term partner, a job, a future with a gorgeous young child she has always wanted. You aren't exactly a nun yourself.
That ‘emo’ you told to hang herself. Those wounds are a result of your relentless b
MonsterRun.Monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.
"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.
And no one will be sad.