The Twelve days of Armonia Christmas~On the first day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: a small Juniper on a tree~The Twelve days of Armonia Christmas~1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the second day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the third day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the fourth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the fifth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: five eeveelutions, four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the sixth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: six grumpy students, five eeveelutions, four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the seventh day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: seven normal types, six grumpy students, five eeveelutions, four si
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
Stephano's Mission Chapter three:CHAIRMODEACTIVATE"FINALLY." I said exhausted already. We where at the last corridor and at the end of it was the staircase that lead to the basement. Mr.Chair was about to comment when suddenly a bro demolished the door behind him,Scaring him instantly. He leaped into my arms...I dropped him and unsheathed my sword ready to fight. *POOF* "IT WAS A POOFER?!" I yelled clearly upset. Mr Chair said "I'm kind of glad because we will be facing the water monster anyways." I nodded in agreement, keeping my sword out and shoving the lantern into Mr.Chair's empty hands. When we got to the bottom of the staircase and in front of the door I slipped the key out of my pocket. I unlocked it slowly making sure not to make a sound. We walked in slowly, Mr.Chair clinging to me in fear. I leaped onto a nearby table-wait I thought where is Mr.- I turned around slowly seeing the pure terror in his eyes as he seemed to be floating in midair! A roar bellowed from the belly of the beast as Mr.Chair slipped off of him. I jumpeStephano's Mission Chapter three:CHAIRMODEACTIVATE2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANO!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANO!!!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyes slowly opened, midday light shining through the curtain. The bed was empty, Felix already up without waking me. Normally he wakes me as soon as he wakes up; the fact he didn't caused me to sit up quickly. Perhaps he was just being nice no, he's always nice was he in danger? I hopped out of bed, not bothering to cover my shirtless chest, out change out of my golden basketball shorts. The house was silent, the only noise was my footsteps hitting the floor; no Gris yelling how pumped he was, no Felix commentating over a game, no Jennifer arguing with Martin about sports, no Chairle quietly talking to Mayo, trying to act as a teacher to him. When I entered the living room, I noticed golden balloons, and golden streamers hanging around the room. I raised an eyebrow, and began to wrack my brain as to why all this was here. Behind me there were several tiny explosions, and confetti rained down on me.
"Happy birthday, Stephano!" A chorus of voices yelled behind me. I turned t
The Man who can't be Moved.EnglandxReaderThe Man who can't be Moved.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am
Arthur Kirkland was sat on the corner of the street, a sleeping bag rolled up next to him, a photo of ______ in his hand. He let out a sigh as he stood up,
“Excuse me, sir?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the cough that had forsaken him over the past few weeks, the man raised an eyebrow,
“What is it?” he growled, “I don’t have all day.” Arthur sighed and averted his gaze to the ground, “Have you seen this girl?” he murmured, handing the crumpled piece of paper to the man, who scanned it, and shook his head, giving it back to him. Arthur sunk back to the ground, drinking the last remains of tea from his flask, he would have to buy another later on.
King RatI am the morning;King Rat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
darkness from dreamers
Toward the depths of Earth
with the rain:
An eventide flood
that flows through ruts
cut rough in the dirt:
rifts amongst rubble
in the run-off,
their raven rule
and in ruin.
I am the mourning;
for rodent kings
Stephano's Mission Chapter one: PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!"AHH! PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!" I yelled, rubbing the new wound on my head. "Sorry Stephano. Hey look laudnanananananananan Sing it with me Stephano!" I sung it dully "Ladnananananan" After that he found the machine room key. That's when the moaning started...The bro came out of no where and was chasing us! Pewdie was squeezing me to hard for me to change into my human form. I screamed "LEFT! YOU IDIOT!" he just wailed like a little girl and dropped me. He desperately tried to get the key when the bro captured him and ran off! I was to weak to react in time from Pewdie squeezing me so hard and dropping me. I'm used to it but for some reason I was weaker...I blacked out.Stephano's Mission Chapter one: PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I woke up in a room. Next to me a lantern and a note. I changed into my human form and read the note.
Your precious Pewdiepie is with us now! You know what we want Stephano. And you will give it to us if you want Pewdie alive.
Your old friends,
I made a dissatisfied face and sighed. I l
Shattered Bouquets and Dismembered Fairiesi picked you twelve roses with splintered stems,Shattered Bouquets and Dismembered Fairies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
trampled beneath the hooves of a skeletal winter wind,
crushed between it's daggered teeth,
broken petals pressed into the pages of an album painted black and white.
if it were spring, i would give you every butterfly.
monarch wings pinned to the merlot walls of your insides,
would the colours shine through your skylit eyes?
a somewhat macabre reflection of metaphorical insects sacrificed
to sate your thirst for brighter shades.
i want to give you butterflies.
How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps1. Understand that you must be willing to give up the fragile solitary universe you created from the instructions given on page three.How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Spend more time building from the ground up. It will take longer, but you'll like the result.
3. Rest when you are weary and remember the times when you were strong, hear that strength in every word that you speak.
4. Keep in mind that you are human, and that survival is weighed against life more heavily. You are survival. Life is your goal. If you disagree, move to step 5. If you agree, skip to step 6.
5. Return to 4 and repeat until you believe.
6. Live not in fear of doing something you'll regret, but in order that you won't regret not having done something.
7. Leave for home and release the heartache. It is not your home now. You are a wandering spirit.
8. Taste the different air in every footstep, weigh the light that feeds your shadow, and take comfort in your solitary walk...
9. See the countless colored souls that walk about, and how eac
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
You will be missed.You will be missed.You will be missed.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like sun kissed skin,
On a summers day,
Like wind through your hair,
While just saying "hey".
You will be missed.
Like a warm hug,
On a cold autumn night,
Like a camp fire,
Just for a little light.
You will be missed.
You didn't know...
No, You didn't know,
Or else you wouldn't've gone.
You will be missed.
Like a favorite verse,
To a certain song.
Feels so wrong...
myths and the things that really matterin a season of wavering willmyths and the things that really matter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ripe regret, I was born
too old - into a fragile world
of butterfly feathers and
springtime secrets, tied tenderly
around hollow hallucinations and
carefully called a "dream"
they promise you things
when you are too young to
understand the monsters under
your bed are really fragments
of you, left to disintegrate
in the dark. they say: you
will touch the world, you will
know the stars by name, you
will be our deliverance from
all the things we were not
you will be strong.
but they don't know, no,
I am a yard sale:
I sold my heart to a boy
with lilting lies and eyes
that looked human
I lent my bones to an
I whispered my wishes away
down empty wells, and only heard
the shallow echo of myself
I sent my lungs down the
river – gasping for forgiveness
and I gave my voice
to the ocean, in exchange
for a little sleep
when they finally see me, I say
with a sawdust screech, I am
not all these pieces of me--
I have to believe somewhere
behind the com
If she ever knewA boy had a crush on a girlIf she ever knew1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But he was to shy to approach her
A friend of the girl admired her intelect
But was delusive that she won't help her in math
And a lot of other people was thinking same way
They thought they were not worthy of her persence
Even though secretly everyone admired her
But on the contrary
The one who hated her
Picked on her everyday
The one who was envious of her skills
Was belittling her
And the time came the girl died
She commited suicide
Because she never knew the kind hearts looking up to her
Because those who loved her were silent
Because those who bullied her were loud.
If she ever knew
Her life would be different.
i never knew you'd find mei thought boys like youi never knew you'd find me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
only existed in novels or films
or inside my head
boys who say things like
'i love you more than water loves the beach'
and talk about kissing every inch of me
if you are from a novel
that makes you my augustus, no doubt
i only hope you'll never fade away
our moments exist only in my head at the moment
planning our time together, slowly counting down
awaiting the day i'll finally be in your arms
believe me when i say you're perfect
inside, outside, and every other way
at the very least, perfect for me
my heart's grown rather fond of you
we both enjoy your company immensely
and hope you decide to stay for awhile
Paper PlanesScribble the wordsPaper Planes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your thoughts
let them be swords
that cut along the edges
no sooner will I read them
no later will I be blind
but if your lips touch
the leafy skin of your canvas
I'll happily know
that there is deeper meaning
let the literary demons
let them loose in
and lights out!
when you're done,
take your delicate hands
Don't stop folding
until your satisfied,
don't stop folding until
you sing your dream
its okay if the paper
cranes cut my skin,
paper cuts are the price we pay
to see a safe haven with
they soar like ships
in the sea with a story tell
a poem to write
and a song to sing
our paper planes.
Stranger to OneselfWho am I?Stranger to Oneself1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to ask myself, too.
For I don't know
Who I really am.
I'm trying to find myself still.
For I don't want to be
A stranger to myself.
I want to know who I am.
Tezroy Confessions II[3/17/2013 6:21:17 PM] Nicole Boop: OKAY ONE SHITTY-WEIRD POST OF EVOLUTION, INITIATE))Tezroy Confessions II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She felt the lading of their cargo coming once more to join the ground and the door was opened. FFF Almost forgot about Jay, whoops. He'd been so silent the entire ride that it was hard not to let him slip her mind. She waited for Leroy to exit the ferris wheel ride, though she stayed in there for a little longer than necessary. She was looking down at her hands, that were strangely glowing ((omg holy cow)), and frowning at what it meant. Oh, so as soon as she said something to Leroy now her body decided it was time to evolve? Well then, thank you body. -total sarcasm- When Tezzie finally stepped out of the cargo, it felt weird because...well, she probably looked weird. Now in a skirt-dress and her hair longer than before, two horns were on her head and lookat that SHE GAINED A FEW INCHES ALL RIGHT. Tezzie was tempted to run away though while Leroy's back was stil
Last DanceShall we dance tonight?Last Dance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shall we dance for one last time?
Can I ask you to stay with me for this song?
Let's dance this night away
I would love to dance all night long
Let's put all those feelings back in our hands
Back in some place where our love still stands
Don't kiss my tears, let them run from my face
Just keep on dancing
Dancing to the star trace
The rhythm will lead us back in time
When I was yours and you were mine
Slowly moving, slowly kissing
I can be like this forever
My heart like an old clock, still ticking
But something keeps breaking
Baby I wanna hold you in my arms
I want to see us flying back to stars
Rushing slowly we're dancing in nowhere place
Last sound of music finally had reached me
I am so empty when I'm looking on your teary face
Wish I never had chance to see how you feel
It kills me seeing like it's killing you
We finished dancing underneath the moon
So I shall say thank you
For dance, for love, for life that I can't forget
For those mistakes I do regret
There's Something Wrong with Norman BatesLoving you was like seeing absent color,There's Something Wrong with Norman Bates1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the unforgiving grays of a poet's December,
waking from a nightmare to a sky devoid of
stars and the moon sunk in the ocean.
The moment I laid eyes on you was the epoch
of my detachment the collapse of all serenity.
You told me that your parents were dead and buried-
But sometimes they called your name from the wine cellar.
I begged you to haunt me when the lights were off;
"Ghosts won't bother other ghosts." I said
You went to the other side of the room and stared
at a fly dying on the windowsill. When the creature finally
stopped moving, you looked at me with empty eyes and said;
"They only talk to me during the day. Can't you hear them moaning?"
It was then that I knew you were something I could not save.
In our shower scene, I patiently waited for you behind the
curtain. I chose not to feel your blade slide under
my ribs, over and over again.
I knew it wasn't just blood that covered the ceramic floor.
It wasn't jus
Drowning Out The WorldDrowning Out The World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drowning Out The World
I find myself in the sounds
I release my pain in the lyrics
Enveloping peace is found
The vibes calm my spirit
But when silence falls
Reality and time stop
And then my mind floods
With ever-consuming thoughts
The walls in my head break down
The serenity within goes silent
And every regret cries out
My memories become violent
I get this sensation
That my soul is too damaged
A dreadful realization
There's nothing left of me to salvage
Music is just a distraction
To blind myself from the carnage
I remain behind the destruction
Where darkness has the advantage
Remnants of rhyme hinder
Calling out to me once more
Never again will we be together
It'll be much lonelier than before
I only have myself to blame
Self-hate flows through my veins
I couldn't accept what I became
So I tried to drown out the world around me
But now I'm alone in this
The memories and I resist to coexist
As I try and defy this quiet pestilence
I don't want to be a part of the sile
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
Just a BookIf you were givenJust a Book1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pen to create with,
A book to write in,
What would you fill it with?
Would you keep it framed on a shelf
Or fill each page with moving words,
Or spiraling tendrils of ink and paint,
Or throw it in a box and let it be forgotten?
Could you watch it fall to pieces
In your worn and aging hands,
In a shattered and defaced frame,
In boxes torn and rotten?
If you were given
Just a pen to write with,
Just a book to write in,
What would you fill it with?