InceptionWhen I saw youInception2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw myself
Lonely eyes casting down
They showed me the beauty in the simplest of things
I remember the beat like a thousand kings
Who would teach me the song
Of a million birds
Who would leap through the trees
Looking for her
Nothing is kept secret
Through the walls eyes
You keep telling
Those awful lies
If I could only bring
You to your knees
So you could see
The inception in the prettiest of things
Caring and kindness
Go a long way
When you're singing the song
Taught by a thousand ways
Passed down throughout the time
Nothing is sacred
In these medieval rhymes
Now it is time, time again
Time to release
Time to end
The tears that have been keeping
A million years of peace
Crying won't save you
Everyone knows that
But if you start breathing
You might actually find
The truth in the floor
The love in my eyes
Telling you that it is finally time
To wake up.
Two WordsI volunteer.Two Words2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It only took two words to change my life. I stepped forward and repeated it, when the escort was up on the stage, asking for someone to take my best friend's place. At first I was reluctant. I could make new best friends, right? My life didn't have to revolve around her. Then I saw her family. Crying, weeping, sobbing. Each in a different state of despair. That would be my own family if I volunteered. However, I knew that I had a better chance than her. Maybe I could win. And if I didn't, I still figured that it was worth a shot.
I scream it out once again as I run up the aisle. It's almost like I'm afraid no one will hear me. My best friend starts sobbing all over again. Bunching my dress in one hand, I climb the steps. Because she knows she can't argue, my best friend runs down the steps, almost losing her balance on the way to her family. The escort, Velia I think her name is, sticks the microphone in front of my mouth. It is smudged with her dark yellow li
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.Taught to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
Her Captain's Treasure [Pirate!EnglandxReader] 10Her Captain's Treasure [Pirate!EnglandxReader] 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
The moon's silvery reflection shimmered on the dark ocean as you stared out over the ship's side, your gaze lost and far away. You wore a simple, cotton shirt and trousers, your feet bare, and your [color] hair was down and still damp from washing. The majority if your weight was supported by the sturdy wood of the ship and you could hear nothing but the roar of your own thoughts.
Why didn't you jump?
You were free. You could have gone home.
Why did you not jump?!
Your necklace felt like an iron weight against your chest, the stone fiery hot against your skin, but the steady pulse of its energy only made you more confused. What had stopped you from jumping? You could have been miles away by now, not confined to this ship, and swimming carelessly in the warmest waters of the world.
But you were still here, aching and sore, and feeling betrayed by your own heart. Deep down, despite how your mind could make no sense of it, you knew why you hadn't jumped.
Arthur. You tighten
Elegy to an Old Catit's not death that stallsElegy to an Old Cat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
me, it's the leaving
someone else spread the blanket
where she dozed a last afternoon
so sit a while and
watch the lilacs rot
from overnight rain
She left with her eyes open and I
squint through the sunshine
to appreciate a death in spring
10 Years Later10 Years LaterA Hunger Games Fan Fiction Chapter 110 Years Later4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyelashes flutter open through the haze of nightmares that sleep brings.
Nightmares? What am I talking about, nightmares? There were certainly no nightmares last night. First time I slept well in days.
"Well, someone's awake."
I sit up, finding a smug Haymitch smirking at me in the doorway.
"What in the world are you doing here?"
"And good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty. In case you forgot, today's the day.
" That's right, Katniss, the day." Says a different voice.
Now Peeta has appeared at the doorway as well. Great. I'm being double-ambushed.
"Good morning to you too, Peeta."
He laughs, and I feel better. It's just the way Peeta's laugh influences me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get up, heading towards the breakfast table, but Peeta's arm stops me, his face serious.
" You can't tell Junie."
" Today we are going to the Capitol, remember? To have that m
Just a Game - Chapter OneJust a Game - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part One: The Game
It's another bright, warm summer day in District 11. I open my eyes as a gleam of white light caresses my face through the open blinds of my window. I lie in my bed and wipe away the crust around my eyes. It's a new day, the day. I hear a familiar voice from outside my door. It's my father. I pull the covers over my face as I hear him coming down the hall. He opens my door and says, "Wake up, Justin. You have to get dressed for the Reaping."
"Don't remind me," I mumble through the sheets as he removes a pair of khaki pants and a gray button-up shirt from my closet and hangs them on the doorframe of the open door. Looking at me intertwined in the sheets, he pulls the soft linen out of my hands.
"Come on. Get up," he says impatiently. I roll up into a ball once the cold air exposes itself to my body. Normally, he isn't this hostile. He's probably anxious
TVoaP PROLOGUETVoaP PROLOGUE7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
I love him.
I always have. Even since I first met him, he struck me as this... completely amazing person. This talented, beautiful man who had so much about him. From those slender fingers caressing the neck of his instrument with perfection and ease, the playful smirk he wore smugly upon thin, pale lips, the knowledge locked up behind those warm, auburn eyes. He was just so... amazing. I knew right then I wanted to get to know him. Not only that, but to impress him. To impact his life in such a positive way that I would never be forgotten and that I would be forever etched into his memory, as he had been into mine from the moment that I laid my own eyes upon that slender, gorgeous form.
I sang for him.
I had no idea what I was doing. Sure, I had been in a few bands before, but they were nothing special.
Follow the Arrow"Once upon a time-"Follow the Arrow3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Is this going to be one of those stories again?" complains Lillah.
I sigh. "Can I please tell the story in peace tonight?"
She folds her arms. "Well, fine then."
"Thank you." I pause and take a deep breath, trying to concentrate. "Once upon a time, the world use to be ruled by humans. Ordinary, weak-"
"Hey, I'm a human!" interjects my sister. Well, adoptive sister.
"I know, Lovella. But I'm trying to set the mood of the story."
"Well, you don't have to be that convincing."
"Yes, I do." I rub my temples with my index finger and thumb. "That's the whole point of telling a good story."
"Ugh, fine. Continue." And she brushes back her white braid and slouches.
"Thank you." I huff out a breath, again trying to concentrate at the story, then repeat, "Once upon a time, the world use to be ruled by humans. Ordinary, weak, powerless, mortal humans." I hear a muffled comment, but ignore it. "The closest humans -during that time- got to actua
GazettE Venti CappuccinoGazettE Venti Cappuccino5 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Mr. Venti Cappuccino With Extra Cream"
I see him everyday. He comes into my shop every morning except for Sundays and orders a venti cappuccino with extra cream at exactly seven AM. He always wears huge ornate sunglasses which on any other straight man would look ridiculous, but somehow makes him look even more cute than he already is. His style is incredible. If its not ten rings on each finger or leopard print jackets, its red leather pants and crazy dreadlock hair. I see him everyday.
And yet I still haven't asked him his name.
This morning I took an extra twenty minutes getting ready. I curled my hair into tight spirals and slopped it on top of my head loosely, making sure that some curls came loose around my face strategically. I put on my make up expertly, made sure that my eyes were smoky and my cheeks rosy. I even went as far as to wear my danglin
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,Wish for Privacy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Going Back InIt's sort of pathetic how life can't get much better than it has been lately. No, its totally pathetic.Going Back In4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I mean, a few weeks ago there was that incident in the square. Gale Hawthorne was being whipped for poaching by the New Head Peacekeeper, Thread. He went to give what the old Head a turkey, but was surprised by this new man.
I'm not exactly fond of the guy, but I don't want to see someone Katniss cares for being whipped. And then she dove in and got hit herself. That wasn't pretty. I feel horrible because I should have stopped her. And I tried to get her to leave, but she persisted. As she shoved through that crowd, I sent someone for Haymitch, and who knows what would've happened if he didn't step in. And then there was the Peacekeeper, Darius, laying on the ground unconscious for trying to stop the atrocity.
I've never seen such a punishment before. I was told by my parents of a time when rules were reinforced as harshly as that, but years ago before Katniss, Gale and I were even b
Silent be the Name -NaoxHirotoSilent be the NameSilent be the Name -NaoxHiroto9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The coffee is steaming hot.
Gazing absently around the apartment, I nurse my cup between my hands, letting the warmth almost burn against the palms of my hands. It's almost soothing to focus on, to think about but without looking at. A break well needed, and, perhaps, a way to feed an addiction.
Glancing at the window to my right, I sigh. After spending an hour taking away fragile things to keep them away from being destroyed when Hiroto comes over in just a mere moment, the air is starting to feel heavy. I breathe in the aroma of the coffee, hoping for it to chase away the slightly musty smell that has seemed to invade my living space. There seriously should be some way to will a window to spring open.
Stupid Nao can't even open a window, can he?
No, in fact, I can't open the window. I think it hates me. So I glare at it. In turn, the clouds part and decide that the sun shall glare back at me. Oh, I see it now. My window has a f
Miss HavishamThe Young Miss HavishamMiss Havisham5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A particularly intense ray of sunlight shot through the magnificent diamond prisms of the burnished gold chandelier and set Satis house ablaze with a dazzling, golden light. It illuminated one room especially with a throbbing, thrilling flame of radiance. The room of a youthful bride-to-be preparing for her wondrous occasion with the vigour and fanciful day dreams of one totally submerged in the glory of requited love. She smiled contentedly at her reflection in the polished silver looking glass though it was evident to all that regarded her that her thoughts were elsewhere. Her eyes did not meet their caramel counterparts and did not acknowledge that fact that they shone with a beautifying lustre not different to that of a gleaming newly minted penny. On her fresh youthful cheeks were two bright crimson spots of excitement almost as scarlet as her soft lips. She was the very embodiment of innocent beauty. So flawless and yet it wasn't merely her phys
time withers (but i will not break)they say time withers, but that we would never bend. now, i'm not so sure. friendship once forged in fire is growing weak at the base and arthritic at the joints. love cast in steel is now rusted and stained, dissolving at the mere sight of the sun. i trusted you. i did. i wore my heart on my sleeve and bled my tongue from my mouth just to show you the truth of the matter. i swallowed the guilt until it threatened to chew away at the strings holding me up; until i woke up screaming, my lungs giving out in protest as i writhed between cotton sheets, teeth biting the pillow to suppress the next anguished cry threatening to rip from my throat. i did this, for us, for the friendship, for the future we all saw sitting on magnolia porches.time withers (but i will not break)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was willing to take the thorn into my sides, take the blame upon my shoulders, hold the world between hands just to let this dream come true. but no longer. i am not this savage beast that you see when you look at me; i am not this weathered and dying tr
NothingSkipping medsNothing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purging my demons
Purging food I don't deserve
Purging my soul on a piece of paper
Cutting ties with friends
Cutting calories I can't handle
Cutting myself open
Lying to my teachers
Lying to the doctors
Lying when I say I'm fine
All activities for a piece of work
All for a peace of mind I never got
All or nothing, and nothing's all I have.
I skip my meds so I can feel,
I skip eating so I can wither away,
I skip class to avoid effort.
I purge my demons but they soon resurface,
I purge my food because I can't stop failing,
I purge my soul to attempt coping the right way.
I cut ties with my friends because I'm worthless,
I cut calories simply because I am too much,
I cut myself open because it's my only crutch.
I lie to teachers about just forgetting an assignment,
I lie to the doctors when I say I don't want to hurt myself,
I lie to everyone when I say I'm fine.
These are daily occurrences,
For some reason I think it'll help,
If I destroy mysel
Will you be my home?Will you be my homeWill you be my home?1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
2nd priority maili remembered you lion-hearted,2nd priority mail2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but just insecure enough to let
me wrap my good intentions around
your neck to warm you with the
heat of all their purity.
people aren't games,
but we played each other as if
our backbones were life savings
begging to be gambled away.
you melted inside me until i could
no longer tell the difference between
each of my individual bones.
you started screaming the promises
that were whispering through my blood stream
straight into the gaps between my eyelashes,
telling me that i should've looked for you
at that goddamn bus stop under the rain that night.
you cracked into shrapnel,
told me you were stuck in the arms
of someone you didn't deserve to call lover -
said you felt like shit wasting her.
at that bus stop, there was rain.
there was rain, and at the bus stop
you told me you were safe in my arms.
that nothing bad ever happens to those who wait.
i collected you like a pile of postcards
mailed from woman to woman, each kissing
your frayed edges wi
Stenciled Smiles on Paper HeartsI don't like to feel this wayStenciled Smiles on Paper Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something I can say
Cause I hate just watching you
When I know the pain you're going through
You're not alone; I've been where you are
Contemplating where I'll place my next scar
Hiding razor kisses underneath long sleeves
It doesn't make it better; nothing is achieved
All you'll earn are the scars you've got and
The lesson learned is the lesson forgotten
You feel like no one's there, no one cares what you do
Let me put it to you straight: That is never true
I was shunned, pushed away many times before
Then I realized it was I who had closed the door
I took a chance and opened up to the people around me
Told them of my secrets, now their love surrounds me
You're not alone; I've been where you are
And I know that life sometimes seems so hard…
But believe me, from one person to another
To make a book better, you never destroy the cover…
You are worth it...
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
swallow your marbles "mama,"swallow your marbles7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says, I would like to connect with stars.
He pretends the fireworks are for his dad. They shatter when they reach the air and a million thousand arms rain down on the ocean before they fizzle, taken aqua and blue and green, and the seaweed entangles until there are just hands under the sea, holding. His mother holds a flag tucked in-between her fingers like a cigarette and sometimes she brings it up to her lips, her eyes rolling backwardssometimes she forgets. Someone is throwing up in the bathroom.
At home they stew, alone. It is easier to watch the pot when it refuses to boil, and she stares at the empty stove, fuming, bubbling. He plays with his fork and tries to stick it up his nose, and smiles at her, because he is a little boy and that is what they do: they stick things, they bury things, they brea