Let's play Dress UpLet’s play Dress UpLet's play Dress Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I’ll play as someone Happy
Let’s dress Up
And let this all… wash down.
Let’s make it Halloween today!
Let’s, you and me, switch roles.
Stop smiling like you know what I’m about to do,
You shouldn’t be happy you know.
It’s your job to stay inside and be sad,
I’ll play you, today.
Don’t let anyone see you!
There can’t be two of us, of you, of me.
While I’m you,
You have to make sure no one sees you.
Don’t peek out of the windows, okay?
If you accidentally show yourself, I won’t forgive you.
A game isn’t fun if you can’t follow the rules.
Life’s a game y’know?
Just stay inside and try to not make a sound,
I can still hear you,
Don’t do that.
I’ll be back,
Just let me enjoy myself
Or at least pretend to.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey! That’s not fair, get
Because you've made me Love youYou make me laugh,Because you've made me Love you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me cry,
you make me pretty in my mind
and to everything else, blind.
But out of all the things you do, you've
made me love you.
Like your shadow when you walk
past, I follow the steps you take, I
walk in your shoes, I
understand you. Sometimes it's
not as comfortable as I
would like but I do it because you've
made me love you.
I know that my jokes aren't funny
and that I may be sensitive and emotional
and I'm not really anybody beautiful
and as positive as you make me be for you I
still see the truth in the world.
Even if it's not happy but you've
made me love you.
And I'd do anything for you.
But you don't know I love you the way I do and in fact you
must not know. Because I fear you wouldn't love me
Not the way I love you.
I'll never tell you until you tell me first but,
but what if you're just feeling the same about me but
what if you're thinking these same thoughts then
who goes first?
you wouldn't love me. Not in a
First LoveFirst Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rudolph shut his computer down and gathered his stuff. He was about middle height and nearly 56 years old. The hair on his head had started to thin out already.
Rudolph sighed. Another boring day at work done. I hope it doesnt take me too long to get home.
Every morning and every evening Rudolph had to take a forty minutes train trip to get to work or back home again. And even though he actually hated those trips, he would never think about moving into the city closer to work.
The small village he, and his wife Martha, lived in was a heaven of peace and calmness, where he could relax from his work. That was worth more than saving some time on traveling to work.
When he arrived at the train station, he noticed that a large crowd had gathered on the platform. Rudolph walked to an information desk and asked the lady what was going on.
Im sorry sir, but the train had an accident further down the railway. Luckily no one was hurt, but Im afraid
Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theLove and Lust: Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not who you were expecting,
But look, I'm smiling, for me
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you le
LifePassion.Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 02England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 023 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A tiny you, in a tiny world, your eyes only able to see the world around you, outside the window you can see children playing, the birds flying around careless and free. Unaware of your suffering, while the cats and dogs play their usual game.
While tiny you are left all alone. In your little fish bowl that you've now called your home, Arthur has also deemed this tiny bowl your home. Arthur .
The mere thought of the Englishman brought tears to your eyes, one day he would love you, and then the next day it was seemed that he despises you. Does he really hate you that much? Does he despise your existence that much? Does he hate how tiny you are?
Is he afraid to love?
Clutching the fabric of your cloak, crushing the material in your hands you felt tears falling out of your eyes, wait why were you crying? You should hate Arthur! You have every right to hate the Englishman, for the way he's treated you, and how he speaks to you.
Neko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst NightmareNeko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up from your tiny catnap, you heard a loud, booming crash. The hair on your neck stould up as you dug your claws into the red, tea smelling sheets you layed on. You yawned contently, your rough little tough hanging out of your mouth slightly as you did so.
"Americacat?" You mewed, scanning your blurry, (e/c) eyes around the darkly lit room, a slight quiver detected in your little voice. "Englandcat?"
Yawning once more, you blinked to try to adjust to the blackness that surrounded you. You looked beside you, not seeing any sign of your comrads. The window located beside you seemed empty, except for the lone blue flowerpot, decorated with a man's pink handprint, and a little boys purple one. Stretching, you jumped onto the windowsill with the gracefullness of..well...a stealthy cat. You peered out the window, seeing nothing but your backyard, a few gray clouds, and a tiny slit of a moon. You looked down, scanning the dead grass that pattered bits and pieces of the lawn. There was
001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautifulit is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior.001 -- Introduction3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into the waste basket, never to be read again. Time can bring beauty or death, cruelty only as harsh as the quill decides to press.
In the beginning, we are all the same. No ink, no tears, no bends. We stand together upon a shelf, awaiting the first stroke of the master's quill to guide us to our eventual ends. We are pure, clean, and intact. Naivety is ou
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;Forget me not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Love? When all is Hate.
What once was a peaceful dream so
Lucid, so daring, so bold!
Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told.
As a child, I knew not of you,
What was false, or on the other hand, true
As eyes turn on me, cold,
You alone take me in your arms and hold
On to what is left of a little girl who never made it out
Of that dream to be forgotten.
I thought things were forever
Dare I say anything could die, for that was never.
But life is a funny thing, you know?
You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..
Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfect
But as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,
The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific.
I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but true
And true it is, true with all the evil life could do
Though I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
Never Going Back.Little boy, little boy.Never Going Back.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Won't you come here.
Little boy, little boy.
Won't you stay here.
He cries in the dark.
Stands strong in the world.
Fears that old monster.
Slowly learns to push back.
Young man, young man.
Won't you come back.
Young man, young man.
Won't you ever return.
He catches the strap.
Shatters the firewater.
Sheds not a tear.
Old man, old man.
Won't you help them.
Old man, old man.
Will you ever go back?
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c
carry on.i count milescarry on.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the cracks in the sidewalk
that i try to step on
(old habits die hard)
by cigarette buts thrown like
Hansel & Gretel's crumbs down main st;
by how many times i think of you
and how many times
i wish i hadn't
(those numbers are neck and neck).
someday not so far from now
i know that i'll wind up to be
i always said i wouldn't,
and i'll sit back,
mind a million miles away
because i just want to keep going.
baby"i miss you," i choke outbaby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you kiss me again
but don't understand
that i don't love you
and i don't think
i ever will
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopPretty metaphors are for pretty girls10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
moondust.we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.moondust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nightmares rush past them out into the open. that breathtaking sequel to life you were hoping for no longer exists we are now aimless, hopeless, and craving for sin.
we swallow moons and exhale moondust; we stray from orbits and into vacuums. but all we ever wanted were the touch of lightly powdered lips against our flesh.
Switching Places - Part TwoSwitching Places - Part Two2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.
"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.
"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.
"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice desperate as I tried to capture the Frenchman's attention.
He shook his head as he began walking again, finally tuning me in to capture what I was saying, "Just don't make a noise. . ."
I complied, keeping my mouth quiet as we continued adventuring. Stephano carried me for what seemed like hours that were, in reality, only slow passing minutes as we w