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.
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
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,
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
UnderappreciatedA moth is beautifulUnderappreciated11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but none choose to praise it.
Instead, monarchs flutter, and suddenly,
twenty-four lines are written about how
its amber coloring
reminds you of autumn's heartbreaks
and winter's futile approach, seizing
the broken vessel you tried to tape
together, but to no avail;
its black outline
reminds you of the eyeliner she wore
day after day, all perfect and pristine,
until one day,
you found her among rosebushes & lilacs
crying out "Why does it always rain?"
Where is her sun?
its slender antennae
reminds you of stilts, splintery and all,
tall, magnificent, and so easy to
snap and watch the performer fall from
Writer's BlockHave you ever had a momentWriter's Block10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you had all the time you needed
When the pen and pencil was in your reach
When the light was just right
When it was quiet and your suffering at ease
When your mind was bursting with ideas,
So much so that your skull would simply split at the seams
Daring dreams and mesmerizing memories seeping between the cracks
Of boats battling in space where stars and sharks coexisted
Of the depressed dead that rise from their ruins and dance a joyful jig on their graves
Of the refreshing rain running down their bleached bones as they laugh jubilantly without voices
Of colourful cake that sang sweet lilting lullabies to sad sugar cookies
Of curt cats and talking tomatoes having tea together
Of lovely lives beyond the barriers of our own
Of a world of whales that speak with silence
And still you stare at the blank page
Your hand still
And time passing by with a dull click every second in the back of your mind
Because with every vision in the world
Your words refuse to
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
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
Autumn TangoВновь осень настала, прогнав со двораAutumn Tango4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Любимое мной, долгожданное лето.
От ветра подёрнулось пламя костра
И всё, что надеждами было согрето.
Нещадная осень, ты губишь меч
Here I Am"Here I am",Here I Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beaten, bruised, forgotten,
I clinch the gravel between my toes,
Attempting to ease the pain,
The bright red blood drips slowly down my bare back,
Scars across ever inch of my body,
I'm brought to my knees,
Whether this is from the agonizing pain,
Or you're stunning beauty I'm not sure,
The cold blood has left a trail of deep red and protruding goose bumps,
I'm shaking uncontrollably now,
It's your job to decide my fate,
Do you make me wait here?
Do you make me take your hand?
Or are you just going to put me out of my misery?
It's in you're hands,
With each passing moment the pain multiplies,
Growing in size and intensity,
And yet you stand idly by,
"Here I am!",
My coarse voice is raspy and weak,
"Acknowledge me for God's sake this is torture!",
The pain is excruciating,
It's...it's too much,
Another chilling sensation hits my chest,
I can't decide if it's my blood,
Or my sweat,
Or maybe even my tears,
At this point it doesn't seem to matter,
You gently place yo
DesicionsDecisions... my decisionsDesicions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what I have done...
What I have said...
.. Or shouldn't have...
you mess up.
you screw up.
you make mistakes.
to do well..
... or horribly.
They are... to you..
.. and everyone else.
DisillusionmentIgnorance is bliss;Disillusionment10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Maybe that's why she loves me,
Coffee stains and all.
A Whole New Game- Chapter 1 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 1 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The Reaping
"Athena? Can you watch Samantha tonight? Your father and I are going out for a bit."
"Yeah, sure mom." I reply.
I don't know where exactly they go, I only pray that they are safe. My parents are part of a secret organization who's goal is to overthrow the Capitol. What my parents do is dangerous and we have to be careful, everyone is a potential predator, everywhere could potentially be the last place they ever see.
I sigh as I turn toward my little sister in her cradle. Only two months old, and still I would do anything for her. She sighs in her sleep.
Something about her gives me chills. The way something can be so small and fragile, but still so alive, so young and full of life...it's baffling.
I peer out the window, I see my parents get out of the car. Something is very wrong. I see a Peacekeeper come out of the backseat, holding a gun to their heads. I freeze, stuck, as if the entire universe put on pause. They are arguing. I know I should mo
Elegy to an Old Catit's not death that stallsElegy to an Old Cat11 months 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
DegreesI'm the type of girl whoDegrees2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cries at the closing of places I've never even been to,
Because I get to thinking about all the memories
Good and bad
That were made there.
So forgive me if my concern seems insincere or unfounded.
(But it's not)
I guess I'm selfish too;
I know a two degree difference is all it takes
To make a person sick,
And I'm scared to see what
Six degrees will do
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
Broken recordIf this was a fairy tale,Broken record2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd like to be your mirror on the wall.
That way, maybe when I tell you that you're the fairest in the land
Instead of the ugly, wicked queen you think you are
You'll believe me.
If you I were your teacher and you my pupil,
The subject would be astronomy
And I'd emphasize how we are all made of star dust.
That way, every night, when you look up at your brothers and sisters
You'd know how brilliant you are.
I am a friend
And from this distance, all I can offer are my words.
So I do.
Of course there are days where I wish I could offer more
Or that I wasn't repeating myself over and over
"You are smart"
"You are pretty"
"You are a good person"
Like a broken record
Hopefully, a day will come
When out of the blue
You find yourself humming along
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that
I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow
But please, be patient
Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring
Imperfect Assembly LineIf you were to mass produce and sell humans like, let's say, electronics, what would the perfect product be?Imperfect Assembly Line2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One that does it all?
One that cooks, cleans, does any kind of work and does it well?
Never complains, gets sick, makes a mistake?
One that isn't too old, so it can't do anything, but also not too young so that it can't learn?
No human meets all these requirements.
So is there no perfect product?
(Of course not.)
What would make a bad product?
One with any kind of illness; be it depression, cancer, AIDS, ADD, etc?
One that is nervous and shy?
One that doesn't know when to shut up?
One that can only do one job, even if it's one you disagree with?
One with a mind that may not always work right, but is its own, with beliefs and feelings it's willing to fight for?
I have many of these faults.
Am I defective?
(Because I'm pretty sure my warranty has expired)
Did you know?
Our warm, bright sun has freckles?
Our gorgeous, romantic moon's a crater face?
Our Earth, our home, has body iss
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.
The Truth of Love and HateWhat is love if not a curse?The Truth of Love and Hate2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What is hate if not a gift?
The former state will hold you back,
And yet the other gives you lift
Tell me friend, who has more strength:
A man with stars across his eyes,
oblivious to his own reality?
Or one after vengeance, the greatest prize?
Which man, perchance, would you entrust
with vigelance and hawke-like strength?
The man who cannot see the truth,
or the man who cuts through empty lies?
Which man, say you, would make it far,
In this hectic thing we all call life
A man who sees it all in gold,
or a man who's lived through countless strife?
Who makes for better soldier boy,
To fend for country and for love?
A man with talons like the eagle?
Or the man who flutters like a dove?
So tell me, friend, with logic now
Which truly is the better state?
The man who's vision is sold to love?
Or the man who's hardened by his hate?
HopeHopeHope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I regret those two words i said,
yet i somewhat know i made,
the right choice,
but yet i regret.
Everyday i yearn, for a hug,
a smile directed to me,
but it seems the spark,
between us died out.
We still smile,
I give you a hug,
and you don't resist,
but its nothing special anymore.
You look away,
when i look at you,
you smile weakly,
my heart is too.
You're the only one,
out of all of them,
who ever asked me that,
I hope you know.
I feel so down,
when you're around,
it used to feel like,
I used to blush,
you used to smile wide,
we used to share hugs often,
we used to be full of life.
I want to make you smile,
cause then I'll smile,
I want to give you a hug,
to let you know.
I still like you,
I hope you know.
I want to say those words,
but the chance never comes.
I want to hear,
those same words,
but I'm afraid.
I know nothing,
the same can be said,
about you too.
I wish you could ask again,
They Don't Realize"Why do you look sad?",They Don't Realize4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People always say,
They don't realize,
My life is incomplete,
Without the love of another,
They don't realize,
The inexpressible happiness,
The unimaginable spirit,
The unfathomable livleyness,
That i would possess,
If i only had love,
They don't realize,
And they take for granted their love,
All of them just say,
"Love is pain, you will always get hurt",
And all that runs through my head is,
If only i had something so great to get hurt for,
Because frankly, it seems worth the pain,
And I'd welcome it with open arms,
If it meant a minuscule chance at finding true love,
They don't realize,
Love's true worth,
How magnificent and beautiful it is,
Sure, I'm a hopeless romantic,
And there is a chance love won't be the way I make it out,
But the faith and hope in my heart,
That something this great could possibly exist,
Keeps me waking up,
And going everyday,
They might not realize,
But I do.
MaskWho am I?Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More importantly, who do I want people to think I am?
Tears streak down my cheeks,
my arms aching for something
or someone to hold on to.
An anchor of sorts, to tether me
to this infernal world.
I’m sure none of my heroes would have broken down
or cried like this,
like a child who’s lost.
I’m sure they would have relished it,
this feeling of an uncertain wanderer.
would I be able to do that too?
Because I need to find a new mask to hide behind –
the previous lies crumbled on the floor,
mere shards remaining from the image
I’d carved out for myself.
Would someone be able to tell me what to do?
Would I be able to ask anyone who to be?
I’m sure the answer to this from anyone and everyone would be;
But I don’t know who that is.
I can’t ask anyone for help,
though I desperately need it.
For no one to suspect that I’m wearing a mask,
I need to make it so original that one cannot q