PaintbrushesI never took you for granted.Paintbrushes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While so many others were swept away,
Spinning bottles and kissing for spare change,
I remembered the way tears dripped from your eyelashes
Like paint from a brush.
Thick bristles that brushed your cheeks when you blinked,
A face composed of more freckles than skin,
Hair that curled over ears as round as a doll's.
I remembered how your jaw set when you tried to hide,
How your body turned to stone and the light left your eyes
The time your steps dragged and your shoulders curled,
And you turned away when I tried to make you laugh.
I remembered when I saw you for the first time in a month,
When silver skylines were fresh in my mind,
When you leaped from the swing set and ran down your driveway,
And the sky was so blue when you smiled.
I remembered the way the light framed your face when you slept,
How your chin reminded me of Greek statue, but I didn't wake you.
I remembered your last words at the train station were,
I remembered the moment I spot
AT: The Royal Vow - EpilogueAT: The Royal Vow - Epilogue3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Royal Vow
An Adventure Time fanfiction
Summary; When Ice Queen returns after a five year absence, she brings along with her something that Prince Gumball had thought he'd never have to face again.
Warnings: This story includes gay couples.
Epilogue and Junk
The silver ring passed around his fingers like a dancing coin, thin and light but durable. It was a simple band, not really something he would wear but it had feeling behind it and that was what mattered.
Still, the sight of the object reminded him of the past, though it wasn't all that similar to the one in question. For a few moments he found himself staring at it, his brain drifting off to a darker time.
Then a hand reached up and took hold of the silky red tie that was around his neck, straightening it. "Don't think about it," A voice said and he looked up into the face of Bubba Gumball, smiling softly. "This is a big day."
Marshall gave a small nod and let himself grin. It was a big day, a
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrongI was taught right from wrong 3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
Fallen AngelAngel, stop cryingFallen Angel9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No more tears
Baby, start smiling
For those years
When all the world made sense
One more hurdle, one more fence
And I'll climb every mountain
To reach you, all alone
And I'll bring down the walls
To reach you, I'm comin' home
And I'll run those many miles
Fallen Angel, all alone
Honey, don't give up flying
Your wings ain't dying
They're simply torn
And the world ain't talking sense
One more hurdle, one more fence
I won't take no for an answer,
I won't take no for today
I won't stop holding your hand and
I won't let you get away
Angel, quit your hurting
That I'm here
Fallen Angel, I'm home…
This is MeThis is me:This is Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Brown hair, brown eyes,
Dreaming that one day she'll touch the skies.
Though she knows deep down it's not possible;
She's too busy poppin' OC's to make herself feel unstoppable.
So she finds herself:
Tracing dragons in the marshmallow smoke with her fingertips
Denying the bittersweet taste on her lips
Because she's trying to keep the monsters at bay
Knowing that one day,
The OCean's gonna rise up and burn her alive;
That these foil-blacked fingertips will betray her, she strives
To keep this memory in the forefront of her mind,
Though she must admit, she was rather blind
When it came to drugs. I mean,
It took her awhile to realize
Fallen AngelA fallen angelFallen Angel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destined to fly
Broken and crazy
But too strong to cry
Lonely and forgotten
Wishing she would die
All the evil she has begotten,
Her soul black and her heart dry
Stripped of her wings
And flung from the skies,
The fallen angel cries and cries
As the song, she used to sing
Fades away till there is nothing
Darkness enters her once pure soul
Until she is wrapped in only hate
Her eyes a pair of flaming coal
Behind her ashes of a city
Destined to walk alone, without pity.
Tears of blood flow down her face so freely
Fate condemned her to walk alone
And so she does
Never looking back
Only toward the new.
Maximum Ride and TwilightMOVEDMaximum Ride and Twilight7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
AS WELL AS ADDITIONS TO PART 4
THANKS EVERYONE FOR THE SUPPORT FOR WHAT I'VE DONE SO FAR!!
An Unlikely Encounter Ch.34CHAPTER 34An Unlikely Encounter Ch.344 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I cringed as I felt what was undeniably another crick in my neck. Painfully rolling my head around on my shoulders in what I hoped to be a subtle move, I once again cursed myself for passing out on the floor the night, or should I say morning, before.
Roxanne nearly had a heart attack when she found me lying face-down on the floor just an hour ago judging by the way she frantically flipped me over and shook my shoulders. Since then I'd been finding ache after ache after ache on my body.
I was sitting in Bruce's state-of-the-art kitchen, watching Roxanne flip some omelets for us as my memories of the last twenty-four hours washed over me.
I still hadn't told Roxanne about my conversation with the Joker, having a strong feeling that I'd somehow be mocked relentlessly due to the Joker's reasoning behind his anger. No, I knew for a fact that I'd be teased.
I sighed for what was surely the hundredth time since I awoke. As much as I deeply desired to hide my head in the sand like
Jack FrostXReaderJack Frost X ReaderJack FrostXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Let It Snow
Story by lilacgiraffe
You sighed, placing your book down and looking at the rain around you from under the overhanging roof of a building. "This sucks." It was one week from Christmas and yet, there was no snow again. "Woe is me," you cried out, dramatically waving you arms about you like a Shakespearean actor, "for there art not a signal snowflake to kiss the earth. Woe. Woe!" You spun into rain and fell into the grass, placing your hand onto your forehead. You look from under your hand, checking that no one was there. You grinned, feeling your jeans and sweater stick to you and laughed.
"You appear to be insane." You heard someone say. You sit up, your (h/c) hair sticking to your face as you look for the onlooker.
"Ah!" You scream, feeling something slide behind you. You jump up, loosing your beanie in the process, and look at where you were sitting, only to find no one there. "Huh, I must be going insane." you mutter.
"Must be." the voice from
BipolarEvery day, wake up and take a pillBipolar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you don't go looking for lethal thrills.
Haven't you ever wanted to go to the brink
Of destruction, just to see if you'd sink
Into the clutches of death or if you'd survive
Just because God still wants you alive?
You live on time stolen not borrowed
From some intangible thing called tomorrow.
Forget that white, round pill stamped 1-4-2
And you'll realize how much you can do
If only they would let you try
To jump off, spread your wings, and fly.
But even with the meds in your system,
You still aren't without symptoms.
Your working memory abilities
Are poor enough to come to futility.
Imagine the frustration when you find
You can't recall what was in your mind
Just moments before. You find yourself lacking
And your brain seems to be slacking,
Even when you're given some cues
Not everything comes to mind for you.
And not only memory, but functioning speed
Is a hindrance and daily you find you need
More time than others do to process events
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Whispering BreezeWhispering BreezeWhispering Breeze3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Telling me to leave.
To leave behind all I once loved,
All I once knew.
To take a cold, hard blade to my skin.
And though I started walking towards the darkness,
Soon I would walk towards the light.
I couldn't help but think;
I thought of my mother, my brothers, my father,
About my friends and the rest of my family;
And then I thought of my sister.
She went through this too, the whispering breeze beckoned her once too.
But she didn't listen, no, she walked away.
Her skin marred, still she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and I thought,
"Man, I want to be like her."
A blast came, and with it, a wave of thoughts.
About all I could do if I just walked away,
About - if I did go through with this, how others would react.
And a matter of fact,
I would have rather have been smacked.
I didn't want to cause them pain,
But now I see past that.
Now I want to live.
And as I walked away from the darkness,
I felt a burden taken off of me,
I was, and
GermanyxTomboy!Reader-Looking Good For You“I’m coming to visit.”GermanyxTomboy!Reader-Looking Good For You3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
_____’s eyes went wide as she heard her boyfriend’s voice on the other end of the phone. It was the first conversation she had had with Ludwig in almost two months. “What?” she said in disbelief.
“I’m coming with Alfred, Feliciano, und mein bruder to visit you.”
“We have a flight scheduled for Friday night,” he said simply. “It should land at your airport on Saturday morning.”
_____ still couldn’t believe what Ludwig was saying, and she blinked several times. She even had the urge to pinch herself, but decided against it. “Okay,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.
Ludwig smiled warmly, understanding how big of a shock this was to her. “Well, I suppose we’ll see you the airport, ja?”
“Y-Yeah. . .”
_____ smirked. “I’ll wear something sexy.”
“Ja, right!” shouted Gi
[SasoXDei] - Fear[SasoXDei] - Fear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I couldn't sleep.
Again, once again.
I was afraid of something I couldn't even define, specify.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. This sick fear poisoned my brain, almost paralyzing all my limbs. I tried to breathe slowly, calmly. It didn't work. Completely failed, as if someone was chasing me.
I put my hand to my forehead to check my temperature. I was feverish. Or my hand was just really cold. For a moment I wondered, what's worse.
What would I do with myself? Should I wake up, take a hike? It was too dark.
So childish. Fear of the unknown.
Should I be afraid or not?
This darkness scares me.
Who will keep me safe, who will watch over me ?
I needed that. More than you could imagine.
I wrapped myself tightly in a blanket, watching a random spider scuttle across the ceiling with only partial interest.
I sighed quietly and closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come soon. He was in no hurry.
Suddenly I felt the movement to my left side, and then something blocked
GermanyxReader: Three Seperate Plans As your head breached the surface of the water, you found yourself surrounded by other counties like you, all in once certain Prussian's backyard (even though it's technically Germany's house).GermanyxReader: Three Seperate Plans4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scanning the crowd of people, you noticed Germany sitting down on a lawn chair beside the diving board, wearing swimming trunks that resembled the German flag, his trademark wife's beater and the Iron Cross necklace he wore so proudly. In his hands was a book but, from your position, you were unable to see the title.
You breathed out a disappointed sigh as you swam to the edge of the pool. To quite a few of your friends, it was no secret that you had been crushing on the German for a good time now. Seeing him at a pool party reading rather than having some fun (even if it was just a smidgen) was kind of upsetting to you.
"Keseses~" The albino Prussian swam up beside you, his crimson eyes following where your (e/c) ones led,"Looking at mein bruder again I see, hu
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
SpokenI want to tell you,Spoken6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I locked myself out of my voice
and the keys are sitting useless in the ignition.
and I'm tripping
on the words that keep on slipping
from your Pepsi-flavored lips,
and you keep dipping them in acid
and you can't see how much it hurts
because you're strong.
You've never been burned.
We had so much in common,
and I don't just mean astrology.
I'm talking 'bout biology, psychology:
I had a seven month love affair with reading your emotions,
and you, with taking the words right out of my mouth.
Thus "he" and "she"
became "they" and "we",
And where was "I"? 'Cause I wasn't "me".
And that's when I realized I was wrong.
We were never the same.
I got a connection, perfection,
I got a direction,
You got an erection,
is that what I mean to you?
'Cause I saw you in my reflection,
two souls looking for protection,
except what I was looking for
wasn't made of latex.
I wish I could throw myself in the wash machine with the shirt yo
HeartlessLove is cruelHeartless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is ironic
Love is a tool
Love is idiotic
It defies explanation
Twisting, spiraling, leaping
How does it conquer?
How does it rule?
It crushes, it breaks
Yet still is a jewel
If you love something
You should let it go
Yet I just can’t leave
That warm, buttery glow
It strikes without warning
At first is a blessing
Then leaves us broken
Gasping and guessing
The glass is half empty
Even when half full
But I want to smash the glass
With the rage of a bull
No matter if concealed
In dress, cloak, or suit
Love will be always
The heart’s delicious fruit
It ensnares and entangles
Dripping intoxicating juice
And all the while
It tightens the noose
Whispers in your ear
Then swiftly melts away
Comes back a second later
To lead you astray
Locks you up
Then gives you the key
But you refuse to come out
Suffused with your glee
Ah, love is mystical
So what do I know?
But hear this, child
It turns friend into foe
What I want to address
Is behind that sweet
Dinner GuestDinner Guest3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Jeanne d'ArcWith whittled beaks and molting feathers,Jeanne d'Arc8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from white ashes of the deceased.
like a bloodthirsty phoenix
without a lust for innocent blood
Waves of fire rushing forth like frothy rocks
and clouds of dust hitched to lightning
nailing injustice unheard by us.
I'd sink faster if you held me, you know.someone once told meI'd sink faster if you held me, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saltwater i tasted
was not the ocean-
but my tears.
someone once told me
that my rolling waves
tried to wash away guilt-
but determined seaweed
held too tightly.
someone once told me
that he knew how to swim
until the day we met.
he said he could only sink
when his eyes met mine.
someone once told me
that we’d meet at the bottom.
either of my heart-
or of the ocean.