Listen To The WindListen to the wind, my childListen To The Wind1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a soul has crossed the river.
Careless running free and wild.
The silence makes you shiver.
Los amantes del alba, morby.Los amantes del alba, morby.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mordecai y Rigby, los dos mejores amigos unidos por una gran y hermosísima amistad, estaban jugando plácidamente unos entretenidos videojuegos, hasta que Mordecai el arrendajo habló.
-Ya me aburrí de jugar, voy a ver a Margaret- dijo el plumífero azul guapo brillante.
Rigby al oír esas palabras, un rayo le partió el alma con un dolor insoportable y profundo, el sabía que esa plumífera de rojo como el infierno era una ramera cualquiera sin alma y sin escrúpulos, que nomas se entregaba a cualquiera que se le cruzara en su camino llamándolo novio, jugando con el corazón dolido y confundido del pobrecito de Mordito, haciéndolo creer que esta era su novia, jugando con pajarito celeste en un una trampa sin escape de su cuerpo y alma.
-¡Espera!- Exclamo el chico cafecito de ojitos tiernos y cariñosos.
Rigby no quería decirle a su mejor amigo que lo amaba con todo su pequeño-gr
Speak Of The DevilSpeak of the devilSpeak Of The Devil1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he will appear
in a semblance of fire
and an image of flame.
Speak of the devil
and he will hear
bringing darkness and fire,
calling your name.
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore metTea Brown1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murky
but swimming was easy and keeping one hand on land
was like trying to climb a mountain of sand
and the tide, a rip, took us out to sea
It was all about keeping your head above the water
because you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless place
but they could only get you when you got tired or
when it got too hard to escape that place
deep-space diving got dangerous
It was all about coming up for air to fill your lungs
and trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't see
it felt safer, like running at night, faster and silent
but the only way was down and deep
with all the added weight
It was about remembering what floating was like back when you could always
put your feet down and walk out when you were done swimming
or when the water got too cold or when you just needed
to get someplace dry but now every direction is
Illest Got His Mojo BackIllest got his mojo backIllest Got His Mojo Back1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
bringing banshee to the front of the attack
shattering expectations with the awesomeness of this new track
it took about a week to finish the song
but even writer's block couldn't keep him out long
so in case you were wondering who's at the top of the stack
it's Illest: he got his mojo back.
Morby infinito-Mira, Mordecai, compre esta nueva máquina del tiempo- dijo Rigby al entrar al cuarto con un nuevo aparato como el que se había destruido.Morby infinito1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Me dijeron que tenía un pequeño defecto, pero fue gratis, así que lo tome.
-Te amo Rigby
Mordecai y Rigby confesaron su amor el uno para el otro, se abrazaron y se dieron un beso de forma muy apasionada, pasaron el mejor momento de sus vidas.
-Desearía que esto volviera a repetirse- dijo Mordecai
-Tengo la solución- dijo Rigby
Rigby acciono su máquina del tiempo y regresó minutos atrás antes que Mordecai le confesara su amor.
-Mira, Mordecai, compre esta nueva máquina del tiempo.
love poem for a linguistI love youlove poem for a linguist10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the skeleton
of a sentence,
the essentials of meaning.
I love you
with nouns and verbs
with the barest
a paring down
a grammar of my own design
in which everything
If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Timei.If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Time3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many times the world
says to “be yourself”
it will never accept you
when you are.
You’re on your own. Always.
Admit to yourself that you lie.
You don’t have to make it
a point of conversation with others
because most will not understand
nor love you regardless,
even though they do it too,
but admitting it to yourself
opens the door for growth and that
is very important.
There will be a boy who you find
sitting next to you in a library one day
and he’ll eventually ask you to do something.
The road to hell may be paved with good intentions
it’s better to do the wrong thing
than to do the right thing with your heart
not in the right place.
Learn to laugh more.
Life is much more bearable.
Don’t blame society for all your problems.
Don’t blame yourself for all your problems.
Don’t apologize for everything.
This is neither attractive nor healthy;
it makes you
I have Dreamed of You After years of knowing him, of seeing that wonderful man you held so close to your heart day after day, and who you dreamed of night after night, it was for no more.I have Dreamed of You2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
There were days that seemed hard and days that seemed like your world was going to end. You loved him with all of your heart, your mind, your soul.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
You missed his hot breath on your neck when he used to whisper good night. You missed his lips on yours, which seemed to have been made to fit so perfectly with yours. You missed his voice when he used to sing you to sleep or tell you everything would be alright like that fateful night he was ripped away from you.
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend t
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,DFC 3: The Plague9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.
wanderlust, and what i knowi know things.wanderlust, and what i know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd like to pretend to the listening frost on car windscreens
that i know these things from the song of birds down my ears.
'a little birdy told me' they say, but what they're forgetting
is that birds, if they could talk, wouldn't waste time telling
humans other peoples's secrets when they could be teaching
me how to grow featherdown and fly. yet here i am, a bird
telling scraps of paper what i do and don't know.
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
What's In A Name?Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione GrangerWhat's In A Name?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling; I just play around in it for fun.
"You are what?" Lucius' eyes had gone from their usual silvery color to charcoal gray, and a deep crease appeared between his eyebrows.
"You heard me, Father," Draco said. His mouth wobbled, but he sat up straight, chin raised defiantly.
Slamming a fist down on the table before him, Lucius snarled, "Isn't it enough that you got that-- that Muggle-born pregnant and then eloped with her? How much more must I take of your nonsense?" The other patrons in the Leaky Cauldron stared, but, these days, Malfoys were stared at any time they dared show their faces in public.
"I'm doing what I must for the sake of our child's future, Father. You know how many people there are out there that hate our family. Now, I must go. I'm meeting Hermione at the Ministry." Draco stood up and pulled his cloak on. He touched his father on the sh
StrengthMy grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.Strength6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’ is in this situation. Most people didn’t understand why I didn’t run as long or as fast as the other children, or take delight in the frequent football scrimmages that almost all the boys I knew took such delight in. when I told them “I can’t, my legs ache,” they just told me to be strong.
My grandfather didn’t.
Undertaker x Reader: We're all a little crazy 2Undertaker x Reader: We're all a little crazy 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"...Hannah?" You called out as she raised her hand. "Finnian?" He raised his hand as well. "Will, Grell, Undertaker, and the rest are here, correct?" They all nodded and you closed the book.
"(Name)?" Finnian asked, grinning at you.
"Yes, Finny?" You looked up, tilting your head slightly.
"Liz and I made the invitations, but we need you to proof read them." He informed you, looking over to Elizabeth, who stood and brought them over to you, curtsying and sitting back next to Finny. You read them, pleased with how carefully everything was drawn and written, and surprised with how excellent the spelling was.
"These are great! Good job, you guys." You praised the two, standing up and giving them both a hug. "Who did these drawings?"
"Finny did them!" Liz giggled and pointed at the blushing blonde.
"It was nothing." He looked up and, with an embarrassed smile, stood up and took the invitations and put them back in his little sack.
"Alright. Hannah and Undertaker-sama." You hesitated when yo
Just Like MeJust Like Me8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Even when I was little
I knew that I was different
I could tell by the way they would look at me
The way they would talk about me
The fact that they would
Never actually talk to me
When I was little I knew
That I was odd
That the way I looked
And even the way I talked
When I was little
I knew that I was strange
The way I would think about things
The way that I would look at things
The way I spoke about things
Was very strange
I knew by the stares
And how fast they grew
I knew by the whispers
Whispered into privileged ears
They whispered secrets
That I already knew
And then I got older
When I got older
I knew I was weird
I knew I was weird because it still happened
Only it got worse
Stares were no longer enough
Whispers were not enough
This time I was included
They brought me into the middle of it
Suddenly all the secrets I already knew
Were shouted and screamed at me
Through the mouths of those that hated me
Through the letters on my notebooks
On my computer and my phone
Human Nature.Human Nature.Human Nature.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodges
Stories aimed to defame, name, claim and shame.
Assuring and securing that the harsh reality still remains.
The River Of HoneyThe River Of Honey1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you ever see
The River of Honey?
It's down the Gleaming Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Splendorous as Gold.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
I wish it wouldn't, but it always does.
When Fickle December,
summons The Crows
Who chill all Embers,
With their Dark Clouds....
Rain will sweep, The Giants sway.
And December will seize
In just a few days
Every bit of colour with ease...
And carry it far far away.
Did you ever see
The River of Shadows?
It's down the Dark Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Black as the Night.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
It comforts me that it always does.
When March so Pale,
summons The Doves
Who bring Hope so frail
With the Twigs they wove...
Skies will clear, The Giants quiver.
And March will return
the Blue Sky which delivers
For what we yearned...
But had been slivered.
Did you ever see
The River of Heaven?
It's down the Bare Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Blue as the Ocean.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
Although I d
The JokeThe first joke is when they tell you to be strong for everybody else after your father leaves for the fourth time.The Joke1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The next joke is when they tell you to stop being sensitive when the children at school choose to hurt you for being differentstrangeodd.
The wrong joke is when they tell you to be quiet after the beating your mother has given you has bloodied your face and you can't see through swelled shut eyes.
The funny joke is when they tell you to shut up when you stand up against the man with lifeless eyes who tried to make you as lifeless as himself.
The unaware joke is when they tell you that you should have defended yourself when three men come at you in a dark alley.
The painful joke is when they tell you you should be grateful that the man who raped you didn't kill you as well.
The angry joke is when they tell you that you are wrong for existing because being gaybilesbiantransexual is a sin.
The ignorant joke is when they tell you to be less provocative with your man when he pu
Gravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackGravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [two]
A few months passed, maybe even an entire year before they met again. Jack needed his space, and the Boogeyman gave it to him—after all, he had made children believe in the Boogeyman again, and Pitch felt he owed the boy that much at least.
Pitch never properly thanked him either. He could remember the day perfectly! How Jack had appeared before the children who could see him and told them stories of the hideous Boogeyman who haunted their dreams and closets and hid under their beds till morning.
Those children believed in the Boogeyman then, and their fears fueled the Boogeyman’s return to power temporarily, giving him enough juice to send out at least a few Nightmares to other children—and his power crept back into the darkness, into his very blood and through his veins—and his reign became supreme once more.
And even now, as Pitch stared up at the flurry of ice and the volley of snow balls being pitched to and fro wh
Awake?Awake? Awake at last?Awake?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is it possible I still sleep.
Have I entered yet another dream?
If so then spare me.
The routine grows so weary.
The faces come as they always do,
Those three hypocrites who in turns strike me-
With first a hammer, next a blade, finally a metal glove.
A blinding flash, they disappear,
I stand on piles of ash.
I have a dream I'm buried in that ash.
I do not struggle, I do not move.
I try to talk but choke-
As it enters through my mouth, my throat, my lungs.
It BURNS in my nose, my ears, my eyes!
I dream that I am dying!
Then realize I already have.
Eight hands find and pull me free,
Each gripping a separate limb.
My seven brothers, my blood brothers.
Each and every stand before me!
I am filled with pride and honor!
Each and every smile at my face.
But there is another man, an eighth hand.
The hand of the friend.
The hand of the traitor.
Fear replaces pride,
as he pulls me into an embrace.
As he pulls away I ask him "why"
he merely smiles.
And slips the golden ma
Mabonthere are dead leavesMabon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.
her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.
counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.
swinging pendulum hips,
"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of FoxwoodFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor. Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window. There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemin