Eyes of the InsaneEyes of the InsaneEyes of the Insane5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sanity was never certain,
For people that are like me.
Maybe we never had it.
Perhaps away it did flee.
What's the definition of 'Insane'?
Is there a line between it?
Between what is sane,
And when Insanity will hit?
Is there only moments,
When someone's Sanity breaks?
Or is one little snap,
All pure Insanity really takes?
There is a way to tell,
If someone is purely mad.
It's by the look in their eyes.
To tell if they're evil or bad.
The white outsides are spattered,
With bloodshot spots of red.
And the inside, though with color,
Look mad, cold, and dead.
Browns, Greens or Blues,
Are the first colors to come.
The Reds, Yellows, and Violets,
Is where most Insanity is from.
The colors dance and swirl.
Inside the insane one's eyes.
And as the color twirls and brightens,
Their Sanity does slowly die.
As Insanity takes over,
The eyes begin to twitch.
They'll sneer cruelly and laugh,
For their bloodlust begins to itch.
How do I know this?
These symptoms of the Insane?
What Happens at Hogwarts Part 2 Part 2: Explaining What the Bloody Hell Just HappenedWhat Happens at Hogwarts Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The resemblance between Percy and the apparent leader of the small group now facing us was really something to behold.
They were all dressed in the black robes everyone else seemed to be warring, the leader had glasses, a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead and a noticeable lack of a Roman tattoo but those were the only real difference I could spot, green eyes, messy jet-black hair, and a certain aura of hardship and leadership
Starry nightThoughts of lying with youStarry night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on top of a hill
underneath the starry night sky
keep racing through my head.
There we are,
staring into the atmosphere
thinking of nothing more than
what we would do to each other.
By stroke of luck,
you see a shooting star
and make a wish,
as you gently press your lips
Satisfied and sleepy,
I rest my head on your chest.
The sound of your heartbeat
could put me to sleep
as I lie in your arms forever.
TuTu mirada penetranteTu4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que me hace enloquecer
me siento como descubierta
tan frágil, tan ingenua...
El sólo tu presencia
siento que no te das cuenta
de cuánto deseo hablarte.
Me pregunto qué pensarás de mí
¿me querrás como yo a ti?
si al cruzar nuestras miradas
notas que estoy totalmente enamorada.
Quisiera estar junto a ti
decirte lo que siento
que me abraces con fuerza
y me llenes de besos.
amor de mil amores
causas mil alegrías
pero también mil dolores.
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
diamond-hearted; a work
of art in reverse,
tearing between my ribs
and calling it beautiful,
and I wonder now why they
never taught me this in school;
the sepia-saturated glow life
gives out some point after
you’ve realized wishes are
for those who’ve not yet
woken more alone than when
they went to sleep,
they never taught me all
the reasons why or that
sin tastes sweet. I met
my maker once in a backalley
bar, stormy eyes and peppermint
breath, charming off a hangover;
he sighed, “I know how many
days it’ll take you to give up
completely. I know how many
dreams you’ve sold away and
how many lies you need to
swallow before you can fall asleep.
I know that you’ve never quite
grown up and I know that
you’re afraid of me” he
smiled silent and downed
another drink, losing himself
in the ramblings of a solipsistic
existence where “I” am finally all
that matters (and sometimes
I believe I was built hollow
wanderlust, and what i knowi know things.wanderlust, and what i know3 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.
ghostwriterhere, everyone’s pupils are dilatedghostwriter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and skin is stretched too tight
to expose the wind-swept spider webs
writhing beneath their porcelain composure
here, the shadows are afraid of us.
(and it is our desire
to finally come down to that place
at night, the rigid ghosts rock me to
sleep. their cardboard hearts and
inky eyes just begging to be seen
(it is only in the
darkness that I am
perceived to be more
than I am; holy
star to guide them
the current carries my name,
I have spent too little
too long on rivers that
only flow south
I vomit up saltwater and
try to remember,
Sherlock Holmes X Reader:Devil's Play (Ch.20)Sherlock remained silent the whole ride back to your apartment building, giving you time to stare down at your shaking hands.Sherlock Holmes X Reader:Devil's Play (Ch.20)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
In the parking lot, Sherlock helped you out of the car, but you were slow and unresponsive, so, with a sigh, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you all the way up to your apartment.
He set you down in the kitchen, helping you take off your jacket.
"You should take a shower," he told you, his voice tired and emotionless. "Get all the blood off."
You nodded numbly at him, but he sighed when you didn't do anything, running his blood covered hands through his short black hair before swinging you into his arms again and carrying you into the bathroom.
He turned on the hot water, and then turned to you.
You were still standing there blankly, so he frowned, approaching you. He helped you out of your clothes, but you were too dazed to be embarrassed or anything resembling modesty.
Sherlock opened the shower door and shoved you inside the stall, into the spray
A Kiss of SidheA Kiss of SidheA Kiss of Sidhe6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the amber rush of autumn glow
down mossy paths through crimson groves
the fireflies like faeries float
Her footsteps faintly lead on
Through pinion seeds of cottonwood
That dance with leaves from thinning hood
of canopy brushed gold and blood
She calls me deeper within
An arbor lined in Ash and Thorne
hides a witching well and cup of horn
in loneliness, her whispers mourn
and beckon me to drink
She presses chalice like a kiss
Indulgently, I take a sip
like nectar from her honeyed lips
Ambrosia coursing within
With glossy eyes and sinking feeling
The cup spills blood and sends me reeling
The maiden fae shown beast unseele
And I her blooded consort
She calls Wild Hunt and bids me ride
into the nightmare, by her side
with hounds of hell, and her my guide
Forsaking the mortal world
you're like strawberriesYou're just like strawberries;you're like strawberries6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Your freckles sewn without precaution to your gaunt cheeks.
Untidy hair on atop your head like the crown of leaves over the head of a strawberry.
Growing gently to the rhythm of the sun's songs.
Your both actually quite sweet as well, and, funny thing is, is that you both go rotten too.
Your both magnolia-red, too, with your silk woven hair, and strawberries with their blushing skin.
In addition to your physical appearances you both act the same, like how you would find strawberries lying abroad in the mattress of the soil in the fields, looking into the night sky at exploding supernovas, just like you always have.
Although, I must say that the most peculiar thing that you and strawberries have in common, is that when I slice you both up, you both bleed.
UndedicatediUndedicated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrote you a poem.
skeleton smile-- moonbeams
drip from your unharnessed
habilitations; you speak and
ravens tear through your throat
(I will be there) you are
a catalyst whose ghost eyes
died for a better day
unaware promise bearer, take
me away. as you live these
beautiful vanities, take me
somewhere refined and romantic
like the lies you languish, where
a heavy heart weighs up to
primed and pruned, I am
a seedling: an exaltation to
all that is you
we both cry the same kind
of quiet, and whisper the same brand
of please-don’t-listen-close; I
just want to leave before I break
when you [do it first] decide there is
a life worth more than the scars
I bear (though I mostly want to ask
does it ever go away?)
churning repetitions of an
unmentioned time, I carry you
within my mouth; tucked away and
slowly disintegrating the things
I barely speak:
(you saw more of me than either of us
could admit) the time for letting go
has passed me by
The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.The Maiden of Morbidity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.
Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.
Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."
And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.
Winter Nightsthe dawn dies quietly--Winter Nights3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall has lost another child,
the trees mourn and
and winter quakes,
the chill is in my bones. my
fingers shake. the fire in my
lungs burns me through
I dream of you,
every night when
I close my eyes it's
like falling into
memories, I always
wake up screaming
I'm sinking lower than all
good intentions and human
discretions because I am
the toxic underbelly,
until provoked (poked up
the side to see if I'm alive)
for twelve months I lived
underneath the end of the world,
counting up prophecies. it feels
empty on the other side
sweet dreams, the night
suffocates like a loyal
recoveringi am forever rewriting myselfrecovering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with strokes of ink
running dry within the pen,
with pencils shrunken
so small that the point
i coloured myself with shades
of black and blue,
begging for the shadows
of my bones to come forth
and tell everyone
the things i can never remember
i swam in coral reefs
til my arms were marred
and my wrists tattered
because the silence beneath the water
was too much to hear.
today i am painting myself
in roses and peaches,
white teeth and red lips
because smiling and marker
speak so much louder
than the things i've tried
and shout with no pause
today i am choosing
to swallow health
and spit my words
so that finally
i can be heard
the memory in my jaw
that make my smile
Painful Dreams of LoveEverytime I close my eyes to sleep,Painful Dreams of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always see you.
We lay on the deck of an empty cruise boat,
We didn't know where we were going,
But it didn't matter
Because we were together.
We danced under the sun,
And we were happy.
And the nights were restless...
Full of making sweet love
And I'm not ashamed to admit this.
But after opening my eyes,
They shortly filled with tears.
The night before,
You lay in my arms
And I just sang.
I sang you to sleep and watched your peaceful face.
But my eyes opened,
And I just couldn't breathe.
We were at my father's house.
You were protecting me
And holding me tight.
After he left,
We went to my old room and cuddled all night
As your voice brought me sweet comfort.
After opening my eyes,
I felt pain in my heart.
A few weeks ago,
We were running through a forest
I chased you through the trees.
You turned and gave me a kiss...
A sweet kiss.
Oh, how I now crave your lips...
But then you fell.
You fell away and
listen honey, here comes your mani hear your gaslight anthemlisten honey, here comes your man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing in my head
for the first time in months.
my stomach is knitting itself
a raw sweater,
pink and greying flesh
from the sickness of worry.
i made the mistake
of playing it back to you.
you tell me you miss me,
you love me,
these songs in your vernacular
writing your thoughts,
but the thoughts are not yours.
it was well intentioned
but too far gone,
the thought has trailed
its way along lines
of train tracks-
i cannot think of you
unless you come back
Car ride with KikuPapa!Italy x child!ReaderCar ride with Kiku3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and your papa were going on a car ride. With somehow managing to get Kiku to go as well. And Feliciano was driving it.
"AAAHHHHH! FELICIANO-KUN,YOU'RE GOING TO QUICK,TO QUICK!!!!"screamed the Japanese man.
"haha~You look so funny!"your papa laughed.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE GOING TO TRAUMATIZE YOUR DAUGHTER! ARE YOU OKAY (NAME)-CHAN?!"
You stood there,literally,on the seat your hands in the air and laughing.
"[insert America laugh here] GO FASTER DADDY! GO FASTER!"
"Ve~You got it (name) Bella~"
"NO! DON'T YOU *beep* DARE. I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DO."
"Ve~let me try my butt driving trick!"
"ILL RIP YOUR *beep* GUTS OUT AND SERVE THEM AS *beep* DINNER! DON'T YOU *beep* TRY TO,YOU *beep*"
"Ve~This is fun!"
"Si! It is papa! And Uncle Kiku is using funny language!"
You and Feliciano laughed and cheered while Kiku clung to the chair for dear life and cussed at your papa.
Let's just say you guys got a ticket.
Manga and AnimeManga and Anime - What is it - really?Manga and Anime8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There are many different comics and cartoons in the world. And they have all been fascinating us since they first saw daylight.
How many superheroes dont we know? And they all started their journeys through comics.
Ever since the original comics were born, there have been spinoffs. But why? Making money? Captivating the audience and keep them under a spell, hoping it wont wear off?
Spinoffs through comics, cartoons, and movies.
To those fans whove been enchanted since the beginning and still are supportive of their favourite comics, these new movies and cartoons might not be as much of a joy as theyd expected it to be. In fact, they're rather a disappointment sometimes.
And since the Japanese comics, cartoons and games first came to America and Europe, thereve been more sequels, prequels and spinoffs than ever before.
Annoyingly many, and mountains of merch
Akkarin and SoneaIts late, Sonea thought blearily, hours till dawn. Why am I awake?Akkarin and Sonea6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something cut into her neck and hand pressed firmly down over the skin. Her eyes flew open.
A dark figure was looming over her. Shocked, she drew on her magic to shield, and was alarmed to find her power trickling away, leaving her exhausted and helpless. Who ever it was, they were a Black Magician.
She drew in breath to scream, but a second hand covered her mouth.
If you try and call out to anyone mentally, Ill kill you, understand? Her attackers voice had a familiar accent. Sachakan. Takan? He didnt know Black Magic. Then who else?
With a rush of fear Sonea remembered a night over a year ago when she had returned to the High Lords Residence to find a magical battle in the basement. Akkarin had killed a man with Black Magic in front of her, but before he had the man pleaded for his life. Akkarin had said the man had been a Sachakan assassin sent to kill him had anot
defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,defeathered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have lent all mine away; I am
something entirely ignorant, in the dark,
believing fingers fumbling can find answers.
they never told me reflections are backwards
and the world spins the wrong way and
hurricanes are really an embodiment
of all our own withdrawals:
but one day, these walls will crumble,
and I will learn to breathe in dust.
Hetalia Romantic Lines!A few loving words from Hetalia men to all you readers out there! Valentine’s Day special!Hetalia Romantic Lines!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America: You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on, you're the love of my life, you're my one and only, you're my everything.
England: I sent an angel to look over you at night. The angel came back a minute later, and I asked it why. It told me angels don’t watch over other angels.
Russia: I love you sunflower, and every time I see you I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go because you're the girl that fills all the little dark places in my heart.
China: You deserve the world, and I know I can't give that to you. So I'll give you the next best thing....my world.
Germany: If it wasn't for you, I would have never believed that angels really existed
North Italy: If there has to be a reason why I love you…I will only say that it is because 'you are you'!
South Italy: Never ever go away from me. I will not say that 'I will die