When I Grow Up, I Want to Be a TreeOnce in fourth grade,When I Grow Up, I Want to Be a Tree3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my teacher asked me what I wanted to be
when I grew up.
The children around me stuck
their paint covered hands in the air,
and spat out high pitched answers
without giving one another turns.
Billy wanted to be a cop
like his daddy. Shoot down the bad
guys. But his oblivious mind didn't
process how "bad" these people
Laura wanted to be pop singer,
even though she couldn't sing
a simple note.
And Tommy, who was the
scrawniest, skinniest kid ever
had ambitions to become a superhero.
But when the teacher
asked me what I would like to be
I bluntly responded,
Of course, you had your snickers
and weird glares and stares,
but I didn't care
because trees are the most beautiful things
I've ever seen.
I told my teacher,
"When I grow up I'm going to be the go-to
tree. I'll provide shade to the people
who are hot and sweaty, and a home
for the little animals during the changing
I'll be a tree house for the little girl
who doesn't have much lon
Love, A Simple Duty"Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heartLove, A Simple Duty4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love- a simple duty."
Blaine, lying on his stomach, rested his chin on his hand and looked down at the page of the book of poetry lazily. The book lay open on the naked back of Kurt, a few rays of sun filtering in and illuminating his pale skin.
"You should never stop reading poetry," sighed Kurt, clutching the pillow and his head turned toward Blaine. "You can make those boring words sound interesting."
"Poe's words are hardly boring, sir," commented Blaine, turning a page absently. Blaine's hand fell from the page and onto Kurt's skin, his fingers languidly tracing patters down his back, raising goosebumps o
She's Just as CapableShe killed him with a smile that burned.She's Just as Capable3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
His neck was red with scorch marks,
though some people defined them as hickeys.
When he came back around the cool air bit at him,
it dissected him, poked at his naked skin.
He had trouble dispelling the drugs that cursed through his system.
She sat there, bra intact, though panties thrown
somewhere along the floor, or mixed in the sheets.
“It was fun” she smirked, though she looked displeased.
“Don't tell anyone,” she whispered with a smirk,
tracing her fiery fingers on his back,
leaving a trail of black soot.
The drugs wore off slowly,and he was coming back.
If she continued to touch him,
he could maybe twist her neck.
It was self defense, was it not?
But what would he say to the authorities?
Would he even be believed by the cops?
He ran out, faster then his legs could carry him,
she was his teacher, he was only sixteen.
He had to tell the cops, but would they even believe him?
His clothes were tattered and hardly
what you bring to the tableyou know, today i read that humanswhat you bring to the table2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are made out of stars
and i found that really interesting
because we all look up to celebrities so much,
like they’re sent from the heavens
when it turns out,
we are too.
your mom gave birth to you and
i think that’s beautiful—
the way one living thing can make
another living thing
and the second be completely different and unique
from any living thing that has ever lived before it.
but i also think it’s beautiful the way
you are made up of things older than
you can dream to be and it doesn’t define you
and it doesn’t break you and it doesn’t really change you—
you could have been a dwarf star or someone’s sun,
but now you can be anything you want and if you’re lucky
someone’s world can still
revolve around you.
worship yourself. love the bend in your spine
when you’re carrying a backpack full of your future,
the squint in your eyes from staying up too late,
your feet that without
Tu me perteneces a mi (ArgxChile/UKxChile)Cuando Martín levanta la mirada de su cuaderno de dibujo para ver qué es lo que hace Manuel, el chico que vive frente a su casa y en el cual la ventana de su habitación da, no espera tener que toparse con esa escena. Manuel se mueve de un lado para otro, haciendo gestos con el celular en la mano; su boca se abre y luego su ceño se frunce y parece tan hastiado. Martín intenta restarle importancia, pero no puede y se agacha para buscar el lápiz en el suelo.Tu me perteneces a mi (ArgxChile/UKxChile)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Al incorporarse, ve a Manuel lanzar el teléfono hasta su cama y sentarse en ella, tomándose la cabeza con ambas manos. También mira hacia la habitación de su vecino y Martín (quien es mayor por un año y es argentino, oh sí, ha nacido en Mendoza) levanta su cuaderno con una leyenda. Manuel sonríe levemente.
- ¿Estás bien?
Entonces también busca desesperadamente algunas hojas, porque todo está mal en él y escribe rápido, dejando ve
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.Eat Something, Please5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,
like powdery snow.
Every day you hit the bathroom floor,
grasp the porcelain rims,
and your vomit echo through the door.
I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.
I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,
and your noises I could ignore.
It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,
but through your selfishness and saliva,
I hope you realize I suffer too.
I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.
When you scream at me and yell,
I've always had your back.
How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,
I wish I could be weak like you,
but my strength is just too much.
How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,
and when you saw your broken form,
then you would see the pathetic look on your face.
But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,
and through the repetitive screech,
how I wish I could slam the door.
I wish I had the strength to leave your
I'm Going Down With You (Eulogy For The Dying)I thought you were fine,I'm Going Down With You (Eulogy For The Dying)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought it was better,
But right now I feel,
As if I've read your suicide letter.
Dried blood on your nose,
And a shake in your touch,
I know I was wrong,
You've loosened your clutch.
I thought you were good,
I thought it was going,
But it's worse than bad,
And I think that it's growing.
Death in your eyes,
And despair in your tone,
I know I was wrong,
And I'll soon be alone.
I thought you were cool,
I thought it was slain,
But it's all fallen to hell,
And it's driving me insane.
Strain in your breath,
And no hope in your soul,
I never even saw,
And now it's taking it's toll.
I thought you were living,
I thought it was dead,
But now you can't hide,
And it's vice versa instead.
No step to hold spring,
And no belief in yourself,
I'm losing you now,
Losing love's wealth.
I thought you would tell me,
I thought I had right to know,
But apparently I'm just a child,
And I should believe this damn show.
Tears on my cheeks,
And betrayal in my heart,
You're dying on me
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.novel2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left it on the counter again, because you’re
always forgetting where you put it.
it’s probably cold by now, but
it’s there for whenever you’re ready.
here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.
you don’t have to give it back.
here’s another book i think
will make you cry if i ever find the courage
to give it to you. i’ve underlined every
line that made me want to scream, that made me
want to rip out my hair and destroy everything
beautiful about myself, that made me want to
drive across a desert in the middle of the night,
that made me fall in love with everything wonderful
the universe has left to give me.
i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.
i guess it’s about growing up and finding love
but it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortably
and it’s about people who are good and people who
are not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
SlenderSlender2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was dark and foggy. The winds howled as they blew through the dead branches that barely hung on the trees that towered over the parched grass. Shadows slowly slithered slowly covering the ground with its dark blanket that carried a jet black shade. A large tree stood in a foggy clearing. The tree was tall and carried no leaves. The wind blew, and something hung mysteriously on the tree. I walked closer to it; It was an old piece of paper. writen on the paper were the words "ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES" I turned my flashlight on. Turning around.....hiding behind a tree stood a tall man....but only one thing was missing......he had no face...
Hallelujahthere is an angel sitting next to me.Hallelujah2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hands are tucked like wings against each other,
each blue life-vein peeking out through
too-white, too-thin skin.
a dog-earred copy of The Great Gatsby
waits in the pocket of the seat in front of her.
any other day, that might be a metaphor,
but today it is just a lonely book
whose owner is even lonelier.
there is an angel in the plane seat next to me.
while i am closing my eyes to say goodbye to the ground,
she is opening hers wider to say hello to the sky.
her spine is bending against the metal side,
like maybe if she pushed enough she could be free.
as the plane starts moving faster and faster,
the ground tells me, “see you later.”
and as the wheels draw back into the plane’s belly,
the sky tells her, “welcome back old friend.”
there is an angel sitting next to me on a plane,
and it sounds like the start of a bad joke.
she is beautiful with spindly fingers, fly-away hair,
green eyes and a feather soft smi
i don't have a dog1. i get up at ten.i don't have a dog6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an accomplishment.
by eleven, i’m awake enough to miss you.
to be honest, that part never goes away—
but eleven is when the typewriter grows fangs
and threatens to swallow everything i am
if i don’t put a name to the feeling. even the dog’s
tail does not wag. he keeps watching the door.
he will not even touch his food until the sun has
set as deep as possible. he is giving you every
chance to come back.
i try to tell him there’s no use,
that you will never come back.
but dogs don’t understand things like that,
don’t believe in the concept of ‘never come back’.
they believe in the sound of a key turning a lock
and the inevitable stomping of feet on the welcome mat
no matter how many times they’ve heard
the car engine start and the crunch of gravel as it pulls away.
2. this must be what missing you feels like.
i have lived lifetimes in the minutes i keep breathing.
i keep breathing. this is an accompl
Child eyesChild eyes4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The world has changed so very much
unforchanitly I have too
I now see what I used to be
way back in the nursery
I loved it back then
when I didn't give a damn
All I knew was that I loved ham
I wish I could go back
Go back when we couldnt see or do hate nor war
All I knew was love and too adore
And when we were mad we just hugged and forgave
instead of blowing up with unforgiving radge
Yes that's what I want
Yes that's what I need
Yes I will look through my child eyes to let my inner child be free
read this when you're so angry you shakelittle drops of oil make rainbows on wet concreteread this when you're so angry you shake5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i don’t know how beautiful you find that,
but sometimes you gotta learn that
the littlest things are the prettiest,
like the shape of your fingernails and the crinkles
you get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh and
when you grow old and i know i said “grow old”
like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is.
you can think it’s forever but it’s really
a split second because you don’t matter, not when
the universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingness
we can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exist in space
but nebulas still explode in shades of gold and green,
not when there are stars who die
before their light ever touches our faces. you don’t matter,
not to anyone but the people who have fallen in love
with the way you walk and the way you breathe
and the way you keep doing both.
i don’t care that the universe is spinning and grow
Maybe, it's okay to not be okay.i.Maybe, it's okay to not be okay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their lungs collapse,
Their hearts in their throat.
Walking along the suffocating crowds,
You hear their voices fade.
How are they supposed to breathe again?
Their laughs come easy.
They’ve learned to deal with it.
But how do you shut out the voices in your head?
It’s not okay. You’re not okay.
Their bright unblinking eyes,
Masking the sorrows behind their smiles.
Even fairy tale characters would be jealous,
Of the strength within those tiny shoulders,
Who carry the pain,
But still keep moving.
Maybe, sometimes, it’s okay to be not okay.
Maybe It’s okay to break down and cry.
Maybe, you don’t have to be strong all the time.
And maybe, it’ll be alright.
muteit’s two in the morning somewheremute1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where it’s quiet except for breathing
that’s loud enough to hear from here.
convince yourself you’re alive;
you’re the only one that can.
here is a game we played as children:
we pretended language was something only
to be seen on paper,
we make-believed the worst injury
we could get was those made by
trees and rocks while our bones weakened
under the attacks we tried to endure
of words like, “fat” (before
we even knew how much we weighed)
or “stupid” (before
we even realized that it
doesn’t matter what 9 times 8 is
as long as no one figures out you don’t know.)
sticks and stones may break our bones
don’t tell me words don’t do any damage.
don’t tell me you don’t think of yourself as a weapon
every time you open your mouth,
don’t tell me what exactly you think of me,
don’t tell me anything, i think you’ve said enough.
let’s just be silent,
Reader and Thor Chapter 1Weeping softly, I longed for the chance of getting my freedom back. The long days of being trapped by the Asgardian hunk, Loki, were brutal and scaring. Loki was a passionate god along with his tittles of mischief. But his passion was only to please himself, to make his brother suffer.Reader and Thor Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Before I was trapped by this sneaky god I was a normal mortal girl living on what they called Midgard. I had an ok life living in my small apartment alone. I was watching T.V. when I heard a knocking at the door followed by a thud. I opened it to a large man lying on the floor mat. He was quite big, his muscles where bulging out of the navy blue shirt he was wearing. His golden hair was covering up his face. I bent down and removed them, revealing a handsome face. I gently touched the man's cheek, but he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ah," I scream jumping to my feet. The stranger
Skulduggery's daydream XD"Now, Skulduggery, what you need is..."Skulduggery's daydream XD6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Skulduggery sighed inwardly. He was lost in China's voice. Oh how he loved China. 'But didn't everyone?' Skulduggery asked himself. He gazed into her eyes as he began to daydream...
He was a man again, young, handsome. China was young as well, her black raven hair reached her thighs. Skulduggery's hands skimmed through it effortlessly. China's eyes were closed, as were his. He tilted her head towards his and kissed her.
Her arms were like snakes, winding their way around his shoulders and neck, brushing against his cheek and her hands tangled themselves into his hair.
He leaned into the kiss a little bit more and she leaned against the wall. Her hands fiddled with his shirt buttons and he let the crisp, white shirt fall to the floor. Her hands stroked his chest and he groaned a little.
She took a quick breath and kissed him back a lot deeper than before. He tilted his head further, trying to get cl
Know MeAnd the handsKnow Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That cared for so long
- The bodies always there
Always faceless (because you've
Never known them,
Will turn away when they
(Finally, finally) realize
That they don't know
Who you are.
They know where you're from
Because you are from them
And if they know
And you've wanted to
Scream, Yell, Shout
That they'll never
If they don't
They already do.
How could they
When you don't
Enraptured By BlessingEnraptured By Blessing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.
The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
of an enraptured obsession.
Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.
Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this God given blessing...
My once cold heart
is now and forever set aflame
Reader and Thor Chapter 2"Oh thank you [name], I am most gracious." Thor grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it, causing me to blush even more. Maybe this could work, maybe it could, I whispered to myself.Reader and Thor Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thor and I talked for a while. He told me about how he lived on Asgard all his life with his brother Loki. Loki and him use to be close and always play together, but sometimes would fight a lot. Thor always thought Loki was a little different but looked past it and tried to be the best brother ever. He explained to me how as they got older Loki started to envy him more and more just wanting to be his equal. After a close encounter with the frost giants, Loki finally found out that he was no Odin son, but a Laufy son. Loki had finally lost it and tried to take over Asgard and destroy Midgard. Thor and his brother fought for days until Thor plead for the fighting to stop but Loki wouldn't listen. Loki then tricked Thor and attacked him from behind and then he passed out.
I was speechless. I could tell that
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.
Grace W.She stays on the Internet untilGrace W.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dad comes yelling at her to get off the damn thing
And go downstairs.
But going downstairs implies going to bed and
Going to bed means falling asleep,
And she's never really done that well.
Fall asleep, I mean.
She lies in bed and plays games
Like counting backwards from one hundred
And counting Sheep, but the Sheep always turn into
Failed Test, Failed Friend,
But the worst is the ransom game she plays,
Where she's been kidnapped and her parents don't pay the ransom.
But some nights they do, and then decide she's not worth it
And try to get a refund.
She keeps trying,
Because if she's only good at one thing,
She's good at trying.
So, she counts numbers back from one thousand
And gets stuck wondering
If she's on 673 or 674.
Her sheep mostly stay sheep.
Instead of kidnapping scenarios, she goes down
The list of the people who've told her
'I love you.'
It's a long list, but she can't help thinking
She'd trade every
PrussiaXReader-Der Mond ist aufgegangen (Songfic)---Alternate, original title: 5 Meter Kicks and Songs---PrussiaXReader-Der Mond ist aufgegangen (Songfic)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The violent creaking of bedsprings seem to thunder throughout the small house that you and your husband own. You lie in your bed, hands clenching tightly onto the bedsheets as you twist and turn, trying to escape. A moan passes through your lips as your breathing and heartbeat accelerates. You're trapped between the waking and dream worlds.
"I'm sorry, ____. It's too late to save him now; he died instantly in the car accident." A stranger says.
"W-What?" Shock is written all over your face as your lips tremble.
"He died, _____. You have to go on living without him, now." The stranger replies flatly, then disappears.
"I don't understand! It can't be happening!" You whimper. "No, no, no, no!" You scream, tears trickling down your face.
Downstairs, your Prussian husband is reading through his old diaries at his desk, chuckling slightly at some of the entries.