My EmilyShe was my Emily,My Emily2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun in my shadows,
A delicate angel
To an undeserving demon.
Everything she ever did
Was to win my love;
I was the spring of her tears,
Though she never waited to wipe my own.
She was a treasure
More valuable than I deserved;
I needed her too much,
But wanted her too little.
My heart loved her,
At the same time my tongue cursed her.
I wanted her forever,
Even as I wished her away.
Then it happened,
Upon a dismal gray dawn.
I took it much too far,
And my Emily was gone.
My heavy arms tried to hold her,
My voice tried to lure her back,
But my hopeless words fell
On the ears that would never hear.
I would have died a thousand times
For a sliver of redemption;
But she was not my Emily—
I Need You To KnowStop.I Need You To Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you to stop what you're doing
And listen to me for a second.
I need you to understand my words
Even though they fall carelessly from my lips.
It will only take a few minutes, I promise.
I need you to know that I love you,
And that I always have.
I cared for you more than myself.
Nothing else matter as long as
You were there to comfort me,
And I thank you for that.
I think you should know that when I
Woke up this morning my first thoughts
Were of you, as they are every morning.
I wanted to know how you felt,
If you were okay,
If you were thinking of me…
Now for the hard part:
I need you to know that I don't want this.
Because it completely blindsided me.
I was suddenly picked up out of this universe
And thrown into another.
And now I am constantly needing a reminder of how to breathe.
I did not ask for this.
I could have picked someone better;
Someone who would wrap their arms
Around my waist and mean it when
They say that everything is okay,
But I didn't. I didn't choose.
Let Me Carry YouHush said the angelLet Me Carry You2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't be lonely anymore
I'm here right beside you
Like so many times before
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your heart
Tonight I'm gonna show you
We're never far apart
Hush said the angel
You can tell me like it is
'Cos I'm not here to judge you
All I offer you is this
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your dreams
Tonight I'm gonna show you
Love is closer than it seems
Let me carry you
Let me be the one
Let me carry you
I can be the one
Let me care for you
I can heal the pain until it's gone
Let me carry you so you can carry on
Let me carry you so you can carry on
WitchcraftCall me SarahWitchcraft4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all she said
and I had the uncomfortable
feeling of being haunted.
I let her legs
and red nails
do the talking -
stories I grew up
not believing in,
silver spoons and moons
hung so low
I could taste them,
and autumn lost
between her shoulders.
I never said the right words
and night retreated
when she turned her head
We let the candles burn -
rich foliage of air
the only traces left.
RustThe dwelling rustRust4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
I'm a ChristianI'm a Christian.I'm a Christian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not a hypocrite.
I'm not a close-minded bigot.
I'm not Liar.
I'm not a crazy physco.
I don't want anyone to go to hell.
Where are your comments now?
I love God.
I love ALL people (And that includes homosexuals).
Where are your words that say I'm a hater now?
I sin daily.
I'm just like you.
I'm nothing like you.
I AM LOVED!
You are too, if you just ask to be.
I'm not always happy.
No, life's not perfect.
I have my imperfections, just like you.
God wipes my sins away, whenever I ask Him.
I'm a Christian, I'm a recovering cutter, I am not invisible (Neither are you) and I am LOVED!
TreasureI found a treasure on the street,Treasure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.
But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.
I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.
I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"
Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally turned towards the light,
his children's face almost too thin
to hold that rare smile, more precious than a diamond.
But as he stepped towards me
His smile wavered and died,
As doubt invaded his mind,
And happiness seemed just a dream.
"Why would you help me?
I have nothing to give."
I smiled and took his little hand,
Leaving behind the darkness he knew.
"Will you sm
RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,Ruins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.
Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.
Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.
But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.
And faded memory will be remembered,
The forgotten tale retold,
As our city's ruins are uncovered,
And our stories you unfold.
And again out works will matter,
As you marvel at our skill,
And through your books we'll live forever,
As years from now we'll be remembered still.
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
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
Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,Are you blind?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.
I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.
Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.
I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.
But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.
Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (1)Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (1)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: The Ferelden Chronicles - Chapter One
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: Varia Surana thought her life had already been mapped out for her. She would be a mage of the Circle of Ferelden, studying and perfecting her craft. However, an unforseen series of events sends her headlong into a world thrown into chaos by the King's death and an impending Blight.
Pairings: Cullen/Surana; eventual Alistair/Surana
Characters (This Chapter): Varia Surana, First Enchanter Irving, Knght-Commander Greagoir, Cullen
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters, settings, and any dialogue taken from the game ©BioWare. Varia belongs to me.
Content Warning: Mage Origin Spoilers; Overall game spoilers; Adult language; Mild violence; mature content in later chapters
Chapter One: The Final Tes
Confusing affection [Eric N. x Reader] Ch.23Again a hand began shaking you on your right shoulder softly and quietly said your name.Confusing affection [Eric N. x Reader] Ch.233 months ago in Romance More Like This
Grumbling you turned to the other side, your back facing the one disturbing your slumber. You haven't slept this good the last few weeks.
"Miss Stackhouse, it would be good for you to wake up. I wouldn't want you drowning under my watch."
The voice talking now got your attention and hastily you sat up and looked shocked at the one talking. It was the boy that carried you out of the church and let you sleep in one of his rooms.
Right when you opened your mouth you noticed that you still didn't know his name and he was still staring right into your eyes.
"Miss Stackhouse, you might want to get a towel." was all he said when he handed you a very fluffy fabric.
Right then your cheeks turned bright red of embarrassment and you squeaked quietly while warping the towel around your body. Not to get into another stranger situation you climbed out of the tub only to slip on the cold and wet tiles but the vam
You SayYou say you can see me,You Say3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you are blind
To what I keep inside.
You say you can hear me,
Yet you are deaf
To the true meanings of my words.
You say you know me,
Yet all you know for sure
Is how to spell my name.
And you, of all people,
Want to tell me what to do?
You say you know what's best for me,
But ever since you stepped into my life
All you ever caused was pain.
You say you know how I feel,
You say my emotions are written
All over my face.
But I know that they are written
In a language you can't understand.
Don't talk like you know
About things you have no idea of.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Pertaining To Brainiac 5NOTE: You may also add something to the list; #1-17 are Threeboot-verse onlyPertaining To Brainiac 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
; #33 is animated-verse only
Things That Pertain to Brainiac 5
By Cosmic Boy
01. Brainy does not have any body ports, or a hidden computer in him. So stop bringing your thumb-drives to him and expect a monitor and drive to pop out.
02. He does not secretly covet porn. He read the Kama Sutra as a child. I think hes had his filland he told me so.
03. His memory is outstanding. So if you think you can get away with something after a long time, be warned. Hes plotting your humiliating end throughout.
04. Just because he wears a flight-ring does not mean you can drop him from the sky or push him off buildings. Not EVEN if he is being extra snarky.
05. Brainy does not appreciate it when you tell little kids that hes Dr. Frankenstein. He is Coluan, he has a twelfth-level intellect, and he certainly is not going to be screaming Its alive! anytime soon.
06. No one is allowed to
I Am....I am the loud but hidden girl.I Am....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others.
I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs.
I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes.
I want to comfort the people in pain.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
I pretend to be the one altering lives.
I feel the pain others sense.
I touch the inner tears we hide.
I worry that individuals are in agony.
I cry for those who hide in a crowd.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
I understand not everyone can be blissful.
I say it is something the whole world should fight for.
I dream of a life full of smiles.
I admire those who strive to help these people.
I try to hold back the hurt from others.
I hope to change the views of another.
I am the loud but hidden girl.
on drowning, swimming, and the difference thereintwo girls are swimming in two lanes, separate with a timer overheadon drowning, swimming, and the difference therein1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
counting up their seconds. it’s a race to first, to the end of the lane,
to the medals and the glory and the place where water turns into land
and the dry hugs that wait there. it’s a race and
there’s a winner in the pool right now and it’s
either the girl with the red swim cap
or the one whose goggles fall off as soon as
she hits the water.
they are both in high school and they both do not know the other’s name.
the girl with the loose goggles is the crowd’s f
Old SoulsDoc says I’m an oldOld Souls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
soul, with my postcards
and letters, and waste-no-words
policy. Doc says old souls still make eye
contact instead of playing with iPhones,
mirrors that stare back, and tell
us who we are by knowing
who they are.
Doc tells me I’m an old
soul in a young body, taming
wild Internets and bringing my words
to heel like a triple score
in a game of Scrabble.
That I was born in the wrong
decade, that I was meant to punch
typewriter keys like a boxer,
that the twenty-first century
wasn’t made for old souls like mine.
Doc thinks I’m too old
to be twenty-three, constantly forgetting
the barriers of my few years.
Like that I never wrote about myself
until he gave me moments
worth writing down, and cared
about the person behind the words.
That I learned who I was by learning
who he was, and drew a timeline
of intersection points where each
node became a poem, and each poem
became a stepping stone.
Doc unearthed an old
soul in my notebook.
Old like a favori
Possible Causes of the ScarPossible Causes of the Scar2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Possible Cause of the Scar on Captain Cut-Throat Taylor's Face
A fan-made piece by Stella
- He got in a fight with a:
B. Wench with a broken bottle
D. Fellow pirate
H. Compass gone awry
- He had a really big zit that went really wrong
- Baby, he was born that way!
- He was mushroom slapped by an octopus
- He tested for a new kind of cosmetic that went wrong
- He tried sword swallowing as a child
- The tattoo of a marijuana leaf on his face went really badly
- It was self-induced so he could look more piratey
- He forgot the Safe Word
- He was learning how to shave
- There can be only one
- His mom hit him too hard for talking back
- He played spin the bottle with a starfish
- He tripped in heels during his short stint as a drag queen
- His face is where the treasure is
Cold CoffeeThere’s a cold cup of coffee on the table by his hand. He can’t stop picking it up and tasting the liquid within, only for it to slide out again with his breath. The man sitting across from him wrinkles his nose at this, but won’t stop talking about the very important Paper in front of him and how everything would be so much simpler if Mr. Staden would just sign, thank you very much and enjoy the rest of your coffee without me.Cold Coffee3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr. Staden just looks back at the man and the papers, feeling the pen that he holds loosely in his left hand. It’s heavy, but looks cheap. He scribbles it against the napkin coaster and it doesn’t leave a mark, moving it faster back and forth just tears the paper.
“This doesn’t work,” he says, and he watches as the man—the lawyer—reaches inside his bag—his briefcase, where the other Papers are—and produces another pen, this one lighter, blue ink instead of black.
“Here, try this,