Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.Telling Childhood Goodnight.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
Hungry (97)When I gave myself to you,Hungry (97)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.
School Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]PLEASE READ DESCRIPTIONSchool Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were bored.
It was miserable and stormy out, the rain and cold making the thought of stepping outside undesirable. Not being out and about was unusual for you, as you were quite the go getter.
You were the top student of your class, and the student council president. You were beautiful, with your flawless (s/c) skin, your sparkling (e/c) eyes, and your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Many other girls envied you, even though you put no effort into your appearance. But you didn't care about your fellow seniors, as they were shallow and meaningless to you, with the exception of your few friends. The only things you wanted were straight A's, your laptop, and anime boys.
Oh, those anime boys.
Anyways, you were laying on your back in the middle of your bed. You had already completed your quarterly projects, weekend homework, and studied for your history test on Wednesday. It was about 7:00 in the afternoon on Sunday, leaving you
Reader x Norway- Reading He pushed her down onto the bed softly and straddle her as he kissed her roughly but passionately sending shivers down the girl's spine. They began removing every article of clothing as the heat from their bodies kept rising. Oh they were losing themselves in the sweet feel of lust. The girl began rubbing slow circles on his chest as he was about to----Reader x Norway- Reading3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What are you reading ____?"
You quickly shut the book as Norway stared at you emotionlessly.
"N-nothing!" you said nervously
He slightly raised his eyebrow and sat down next to you on the couch.
It was then silent and you kept your eyes glued to the books cover, meanwhile praying Norway would leave.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Norway finally spoke.
"Is that Finland in a maid outfit?"
You quickly lifted your head up and dropped the book.
"EH?! Really? Where?" you looked around frantically, ready to pounce on Finland.
"Norway I don't see anything." You say before freezing in your spot.
The book you had been rea
Daily Theme #7: SadnessSadness is the thing with tears,Daily Theme #7: Sadness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which creeps inside the soul,
And stops the tune which never sings,
Until your hope does fall.
And in the darkest storm is felt,
And bright must be the instance,
That could keep this gloom away,
That infects all at a time.
I've seen it in the highest towers,
And in the deepest depths,
Still, every time I feel it,
It takes away from me.
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
If We Were BlindIf We Were Blind4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We wouldn't care about a person's skin color.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We wouldn't bully those who are smaller.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
Every night I wouldn't have cried.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We'd finally embrace what's on the inside.
a lessonShe isa lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.
She is shy,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.
She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
and he has nothing
to give her.
if there was ever any truth
in either of them.
In him for loving not-her
the way everyone loves not-her,
or in her,
for the elaborate
He wants to tell her
he adores her, but
he has no oxygen around her
(no words to give her),
no conviction to assure her with,
no one to love but fiction,
and he is silent.
(you are a contradiction.)
If I Was Honest (93)If I was honest,If I Was Honest (93)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd tell you my past.
If I were true,
I'd say we could last.
If I could tell you of me;
I'd raise you up higher,
And help you to fly.
If I was honest,
I'd hold you so tight.
If I were gentle,
I'd walk in the light.
If I could whisper of you;
I'd hold you so gently,
Oh darling don't leave.
If I was honest,
I'd rip you to pieces.
If I weren't frightening,
I'd smooth all our creases.
If I could give you of me;
I know that we'd vanish,
Your innocence would fall.
Cure Caramella - Pretty Cure OC SheetCure Caramella - Pretty Cure OC Sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
+SUZUME MAEDA/CURE CARAMELLA+
Name: Suzume Maeda
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
Like a stunning sunrise
Shunning out an ominous evening night
Piercing through that unending blanket of darkness
To see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made it
The sun rays hit and land
And starts to melt the doubt from my hands
The will to endure
The wisdom to acquire
There are no word
Big Brother AlfredBig Brother Alfred2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My big brother is the only person that I can trust in this world.
He comforts me when I have nightmares. He wipes my tears away when I’m upset. He protects me from all the bad things around us.
He knows it too, and he likes being the person that I can depend on.
So why does he hurt himself? Why does he stick needles in his arm? Why does he take a bunch of pills everyday? Why does he see things that aren’t there, and either gets so afraid that he tries to fight whatever invisible thing it is, or gets so happy he almost jumps out of the window following it?
I don’t know, but it’s really scary.
The way the black in his eyes gets so big that the blue around it is almost gone and the way that his jaw locks for a few seconds makes me think he’s a monster. I usually go into the closet and hide there until he doesn’t look like that anymore, or until he falls asleep somewhere. I don’t want him getting near me until I’m sure the monster in his body
Louis Imagine 3Louis Imagine 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was in the library one evening trying to find a new book to read. The whole place was deserted, except for a really weird looking guy paroling the shelves a couple rows in front of me. Everything was quiet, that sort of quiet that when you make one sound out of place it is the most embarrassing thing in the world. “LET’S GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TILL WE SEE THE SUN!” burst my phone’s ringtone. I swear, something in the universe was out to get me. The weird guy wasn’t there anymore; it was just me, and the librarian that was giving me a death stare. I took the call to find it was my mom, asking me for the hundredth time where I was. “I’m at the library. Like I was ten minutes ago!” I whispered yelled into the phone. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure. Have fun!” and with that my mom hanged up. Sometimes I swear, I did not understand her. I took the books in my hand and headed over to the librarian. “You know, cell
Mesmerizing SonnyMesmerizing Sonny4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once the sound of his voice comes to my ears,
my mind faints in tears.
Feel like I could fly, I'm high,
See colors everywhere, but why?
His music like a maze,
to his shape I would race.
I'd go anywhere,
but will he be there?
I'm stareing into space,
don't wanna see another face.
Still he's mesmerizing me,
more than I think it could be.
A shining eyebeam, my soul's adust like rain.
He rips my blinded, fordone heart atwain...
Just per looking in the camera again...
skinny.size zerozeroskinny.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wearing all the cool clothes
boys looking at her like she's a treat
give the dogs some bones?
the scale went down since yesterday
maybe if she hits the double-digits?
pretty yellow skin, dry like a desert
distinct ribs caging a fragile heart
wrists like pages from pop-out books
just another mile... another mile... one more
she's so cold, turn up the heater... higher
and it's not even winter
another mirror check, keeps it in her pocket
sharing all her secrets with a porcelain toilet bowl
riding in a beautiful ambulance on prom night
wrap your hand around her thigh
your fingertips touch your palm
skin stretching over a skeleton
she's so cold, just so cold
lying in a pretty coffin
the day we diedIt started when space implodedthe day we died4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you pulled me back, landed me on the moon,
so we could sit in the vacuum silence
and watch suns spiral down to hell.
You radiated, my minuscule flare,
your worn heat baked my bones brittle,
but it somehow made me stronger.
It ended when your eyes slid lateral,
fractured feelings leaking out in tears;
it was the first and last thing
I ever saw again.
This ridiculous happenstance,
simple in its impossibility,
was what broke us apart:
While solar light is beautiful,
it blinds when reflected by
Wintering (39)Some may say I have a coldWintering (39)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And some may say I'm frozen-
She might say that I've been told
Yet he might say I'm chosen.
I'm stuck in places in-between,
And my words are clouds of smoke
My many magics might be seen
But who could wear my cloak?
An icy frost has trapped my smile;
These eyes are burning hot,
My hands are resting- So senile-
While my feet learn how to plot.
They tell a tale in which I fall,
They say that I will spring-
But then the summer makes them wonder
Have I been wintering?
.::AU::. You Really Love Me"Lovino, how much do you love me?".::AU::. You Really Love Me3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Why are you asking?"
"Just wondering. But, seriously, how much do you love me?"
"Well A lot, I guess you could say."
"What do you mean by a lot, my dear sir?"
"I mean so much I can't describe? W-Why are you asking this dumb question!?"
"Uh huh Alright. I guess I can flow with that answer. So, Lovi, what's my favorite color?"
"My favorite animal?"
"A dog, duh. You haven't shut up about it unless I bought one for you. Why?"
"What's my favorite thing to do?"
"You like to sit around and play video games all day. You also like to draw a lot. Why are you asking me these dumb-?!"
"Good, you know that much. What's my favorite thing to wear?"
"You like wearing your dumb Mario sweatshirt and those Gam-whatever pants."
"Gamzee pants, mind you."
"Well, whatever. I'm not answering any more questions until you tell me why you're asking them in the first place!"
"Lovi-dear, what's my favorite musical artist?"
"Bruno fucking Mars."
"Who's my best
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?".::AU::. A Night Time Jog3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
Sexshe wipes off her make upSex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he washes the gel out of his hair
she takes off her earrings
he undoes his belt
she slips off her shoes
he takes off his shirt
she slides out of her dress
he unzips his jeans
she pulls off her tights
he removes his shoes, jeans and socks
she looks at him
he takes off her bra
she pulls down his pants
he tells her to kneel before him
he lays on the bed
she removes her knickers
he pats the bed
she lays next to him
they hold hands
he rolls onto her
he reassures her
he rolls back over
he looks at her
she looks at him
they hold hands
he kisses her
she kisses him
they lay in bed
Time Travel TroubleMy day could have been better. Then again, I could have prevented walking into a street lamp by not humming the James Bond theme as I daydreamed about being a secret agent that everyone wants. But what fun would that have been? I sit on a bench at the bus station, waiting for my transport home but of course it's late. Number 32 is always late. I wish things could be more like Star Trek. A simple "Beem me up, Scotty" and I'd be home. I wonder if anyone has actually started building a teleport yet.Time Travel Trouble2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Could you hold this for me?'
I slightly jump as I noticed a guy sitting next to me on the bench, holding an object towards me. I grab it and say 'Sure.' instinctively. Why did I do that? And more importantly: when did he get here? The man looks to be 10 years older than me, dressed lazily in a grey suit without a tie and an unbuttoned dark blue vest. The suit would have looked great with the maroon tie I'm wearing. Why that's my first thought, I have no idea. Should I give him my tie?