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.
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
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 beautifulUnderappreciated10 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
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
Autumn TangoВновь осень настала, прогнав со двораAutumn Tango3 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
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
Imposible.Dicen que la diosa Atenea les dio a los gatos siete vidas, por que les gustaban como maullaban.Imposible.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dicen que los perros fueron enviados por el dios Espartaco para que molestaran a los gatos.
Y de ahí dicen que viene su típico pique.
Pero el mundo es así.
Perros y Gatos.
Soñadores y Terraquenienses.
Y yo soy intermedio.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Un punto intermedio.
Porque siempre quise ser un soñador, pero nunca lo he sido, ya que siempre los alcanzo. Y los soñadores siempre se quedan quietos.
Sin embargo, dicen que soy caótico.
Dicen que sueño con los peces volando por el cielo, y con las aves buceando por el mar.
Pero eso es mentira.
Yo simplemente sueño con las liebres corriendo por las nubes del cielo.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Ah, permitid que me presente.
Soy Alexander o también Spencer.
Depende del día me llaman de una manera u otra.
Y yo digo que soy Alexander en la tierra, y Spencer e
Elegy to an Old Catit's not death that stallsElegy to an Old Cat10 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
po angielskuWchodził godzinami, a wyszedł w minutę.po angielsku3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Trzask-prask i nie ma. Gdzieś zniknął w ciemności.
Uciekł byle dalej, drzwi zatrzasnął butem,
Nie pozostawił po sobie ni śladu miłości.
Uciekł bez słowa. Ni szeptu, ni wrzasku.
Opuścił mnie nagle, nie mówiąc nikomu.
Nie wiem kiedy wyszedł. Wieczorem? O brzasku?
Mam tylko nadzieję, że wróci do domu.
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
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.
absencja.Dziś nie ma chwil piękna ulotnych.absencja.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I smutnych chwil także już nie ma.
Potrzeby tych rozmów psotnych,
dni do spotkania liczenia.
Dziś nie ma już wielkiej tęsknoty,
za czymś, czego nigdy nie miałam.
Tracenia co noc w snach tej cnoty,
którą do dziś zachowałam.
Dziś nie ma już ów poświęcenia,
na magię wieczoru czekania,
pragnienia słów pięknych mówienia.
Dziś nie ma potrzeby kochania.
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
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutterThe Boy Who Wouldnt Eat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
Nie lubie. milczec.Nie lubię milczeć, choć zwykle to robięNie lubie. milczec.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wszystko co chcę mówić przeinacza słowo
Czasami, czasami czasem
Wyraz zmienię w zdanie
Kłębiące się w strefie szarej
W wyrazie reakcji odpornościowo-obronnej
Ustroju na patogen.
A Steampunk Story: Iron Heart~ Jennica Marie LimA Steampunk Story: Iron Heart4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a town ruled by machines and dusts,
where the midnight air smells of oil and rust.
In the heart of that town you would faintly hear,
every night the faded clamour of steel and gears.
The curious sound is from a scruffy house,
limping in the middle of a sleepy town it rouse,
With brilliant flicker of light and spark,
that casts eerie shadows in the dreary dark.
And in that home lives an ingenious man,
who creates wondrous things with his hands.
He can make bolts, cogs and brass collide,
with a twist of the wrench they become alive.
From talking computers and flying wings,
to a walking bed and automated swings.
The inanimate heap of useless things,
on his crafty hands they dance and spring.
But the greatest invention he had ever made,
was a life like splendour of beautiful maid.
With hands so gentle, and skin so pale,
and eyes that glimmers behind the sooted veil.
What drove a mind to create such a thing?
it was love consumed by pains within.
Compelled by a
my silent echotwo beings trapped withinmy silent echo7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
struggling to be free;
one is my silent echo,
the other is me
dont be fooled by my echo
however meek it may appear;
its made of pure poison
and it rules me with fear.
can i conquer this silent cancer?
only time's eyes will discern.
but knowing its got control over me -
for freedom i daily yearn...
we wrestle, we co-exist, albeit silently,
waiting for it to take a hold of me...
DreamLike crystal breaking,Dream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dream shatters.
You don't see my answer,
for what it really is.
it is my fault for that.
I don't know,
how to say it in words.
Like clouds on a windy day,
the dream is blown away.
The way I say things,
confuses and ensnares the mind.
It makes no sense at all,
yet it's perfectly understandable.
broken and shattered.
Torn to pieces and,
over and over again.
Looking past the packaging,
to what really lies beneath.
all that I am,
and all that I'm not.
The dream has ended,
it was nice.
Soft like the wind,
and blue as the sea,
I fall asleep.
To awake once more?
only time will tell.