gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-Your name is gamzee makara, you're an average 16 year old teenage boy with a not so normal interest in subjulator's.gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another thing some may count as another of your many abnormalities is that you have a huge mancrush on your best-bro tavros.
Tavros is the picture of innocence and sweetness but he's so goddamn timid, he has the most caring parents but he's had a very hard time at school for the way he dresses, for liking card games and fairies, but you just think the little dude is miraculous, everything about him is beautiful, You could swear that the messiah's must of spent extra time on making tavros nitram.
He's atheletic, kind hearted, a great rapper like yourself, you often get into good natured rap battles with one another, which always end with you slamming a fago together and lots of play shoves.
You laugh at your fond memories, there's allot going through your head right now and by allot I mean tavros and your feelings for him of course.
Today is the day you will finally confe
how to be a poet: the basics.kiss all the peoplehow to be a poet: the basics.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know you shouldn't,
solely for the reason
that they look good
look at your scars
like mothers peer into
cradles. then make
more; make yourself into
a symbol for infinity,
or at least try,
because it never works.
patch yourself up.
say, "darling, you're okay,"
while staring at yourself in the
mirror with your hair
damp and your lips
chapped (refer to stanza
one). change. grow.
it's what we like to read,
miss the people in your life
until they leave,
and then miss yourself
as well. screw everything up,
and then write about it
like it had to happen.
try to believe it, ignore
the voice in your head that hisses
and groans in your sleep,
behind your eyelids.
"baby, you're a fuck up,
you know it know it know it".
try to carve the humming
out of your body
by exit way of your veins.
be hospitalized. give in, give up,
play along, stop writing.
but then you start writi
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopPretty metaphors are for pretty girls11 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.
Lying, Cheating Harlot“I have issues.”Lying, Cheating Harlot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“That’s a revelation.”
“No. Seriously. I have issues.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.”
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“You aren’t serious, right?”
“I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.”
“All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?”
“Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I’ve made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.”
“You do that for-”
“I am the girl who will split her fingers in two and let the ink fall on pages and p
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
Star-crossedYou woke up onStar-crossed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wrong side of
a cosmic bed
A pillow of
under your head
are all the tears
which you have shed
Your ring finger
in outer space
among a dreamed
Your light shines bright
but not enough
to seize the day
Let your love be
then I'll wish to
dinner for two.i keep Chinese fortunesdinner for two.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your hope
folded up in my pocket,
hand-in-hand with the worst things
shutup.it's funnyshutup.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because all she'll ever be
is a mess of watercolors
on black canvas;
and i will never apologize
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
SlowSo little left to hold on toSlow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm falling deep
But it's calming
And my heart beats slow
I feel my eyes slide shut
And my vision goes black
My senses fade
And I become empty
His True Love (Romano/Lovino Vargas)You let out a sigh after reading a letter from your friend Italy. He had invited you to a party at his house. As much as you loved parties, there was a face you didn't want to see; Italy's brother, Romano. You two always fought whenever the other was nearby. The fact that Italy's throwing the party means that he'll surely be there. You secretly had a crush on the Italian man, but you wouldn't dare admit it. He pretty much hates you, so why would he be in love with you? Although there may be some perks to going. You'd get to see so many of your good friends you haven't seen in a while. You decided to go and not let Romano spoil your fun.His True Love (Romano/Lovino Vargas)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
-At the party-
You knocked on the door nervously. Now that you had time to think, you thought that this may not be a good idea. So before anybody could answer the door, you start to turn to leave. But that's when Italy opened the door and dragged you in.
"[Name]! You made it!" the Italian said cheerfully.
"Feliciano, it's good to see you again!" Y
Kiss The Girl: Italy X Reader part 1Kiss The Girl: Italy X Reader part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat on a rock, dipping your (f/c) painted toes into the cool water of the lake
behind the dorms of Hetalia Academy. You had a faraway look in your (e/c) eyes as you stared
at the glistening water. You heard a crashing noise that snapped you out of your thoughts. You turn around to see a strange brown curl sticking out from behind a storage shed. You giggle and begin to walk
towards the shed. The owner of the strange hair flinches and runs away. You sigh, pushing some of your (h/c) hair off of your forehead.
Faliciano was sitting behind one of the storage sheds on the academy's complex, eating homemade pasta and reading a comic that Kiku had given to him. Suddenly, he heard humming. He went to the edge of the shed and looked out by the lake. There was a girl there. She wore the female school uniform for Hetalia Academy. It
RomanoxReader: Not Your Type Chapt 2“Oh, hello” you were quite shock from his big loud entry.RomanoxReader: Not Your Type Chapt 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey Eliza! Care to introduce me to this pretty Mädchen over here?” The silver-haired male asked.
“Erm, what did he say?” curiosity got you, but you could somehow guessed the meaning.
Eliza immediately smacked a frying pan on his head.
You gasped and wonder if he is alright, he suddenly jumped back up onto his heels.
“Gilbert, stop flirting with every girl you see! She is my new friend, ______.” Eliza placed her frying pan onto her desk and sat down crossing her legs and arms.
“The awesome me gets to do whatever I want to do. Eliza, you have to admit that _______ here is cute.” Gilbert snickered.
You felt your face warm up and cover your cheeks with both hands.
“Well, I admit that she is cute. That is why I have to protect her from guys like you and Francis!” Eliza did protect you somehow but admitting that you are cute is not helping you at all.
Gilbert and GilbirdOnce upon a time in the land of Regenbogen, there lived a gnome named Romano. He lived in a small stone cottage by an old training ground in a part of Regenbogen known as Tomaten. He was very lonely, not only because almost nobody ever came to Tomaten, but also because he tends to be very aggressive and constantly yells at people. The few people who have seen him can identify him by his unusual size and the strange curl that sticks out of the right side of his head.Gilbert and Gilbird4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, when he made the long, perilous journey to the town to buy several boxes of tomatoes, he found one that was heavier than the others. Because of this, he assumed that they must have somehow managed to put more tomatoes into this box, which is the same size as all of the others. So, along with over 20 other boxes, he returned home with a wagon to eat his ripe juicy new tomatoes. After finishing half of the boxes, he came to the heavy box. He never would have dreamed of what was inside.
In the box was a laughing baby
Bipolar DisorderDear everybody,Bipolar Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
It changes from being such an incredible mess of emotions
To being the creator of no emotion at all.
And soon, the lack of emotion
Starts to eat away at your heart.
And you don’t choose to…
But it turns into an
A sadness that paints your entire mind
Down into your soul.
This is Bipolar Disorder.
This is me.
This is who I am.
Light E'm Up- 2P! Hetalia x Reader: IntroLight E'm Up- 2P! Hetalia x Reader: Intro2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It started as an average day for you. You got up and went downstairs, saying ‘good morning’ to no one in particular. You knew that everyone was already gone. Your parents both at work, along with your older brother. You shuffled to the kitchen in your (f/c) socks and got a bowl of cereal. You sat down and began to eat. Looking out the window, you noticed large grey clouds begin to roll in.
“Great,” you thought aloud.”Perfect weather for my first day.”
You finished your breakfast and trudged back up the stairs to your room. Discarding your pajamas on your bed, you pulled on a (f/c) tank and jeans. Going into the bathroom, you glanced at the clock. You only had a little time to finish, so you rushed into the bathroom. You brushed and smoothed your (h/c) (h/l) hair, and put on mascara for good measure. Grabbing a (second f/c) hoodie and tall black boots, you ran out the front door, just barely making it to the bus.
sex is candy and i am diabetic.i curse yousex is candy and i am diabetic.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for all of your
heavy hands in the dark,
and all the times you told me
"it's okay, it's okay",
because, god dammit, it was never
okay. and you
are the reason
that i cannot bring myself
to writing a scene where a girl
loses her virginity
because you took that from me
like it was pocket change.
Cooler than punkcooler Than Punk ((John and Jade are not related in this and Dave and John never met))Cooler than punk2 years ago in Romance More Like This
punk!Dirk x cool!reader
You came into a bright and noisy club with 1 of your 4, Jade Harley. You looked around already
"What?" "Nothing,______. Buuuuuut~ I know you like him~" she snickered. "Shush, Harley. I know you like his twin," you chuckled. "Oh gosh! ____, why don't we meet them?!"
You shook your head. "Jade, you can. I'll stay here at the bar okay?" She nodded and went to the smooth haired man with black aviators. You sat up front at the bar sitting next to two
couples making out. "fucking disgusting..." you murmured. You put your phone on the table The male bartender looked at you,"What would you like, miss?" "A (color) cocktail please, no/with alcohol." "Thank you,
your drink will be out." As you tap on the table while laying your head on top of your arm, a tall muscular man appears. "What would you like, sir?" The female bartender speaks.
"One Orange Antis Drink, with vodka,"
The Sowed Mouth(( this is for TytaniaTheFairy. So it might be different by the house ))The Sowed Mouth2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kurloz X Reader (Sadstuck)
As you walked with Kurloz, he was always happy with you. Today he was upset. His usual smile wasn't there, he was in a weird position, and he didn't do his sign languages. "Kurloz, are you okay?You aren't how you usually are." He nodded. "Okay, you don't really talk." You and Kurloz were only friends. You had a small crush on him, but you liked Mituna more even if he had Latula as a Matesprit. Though, you still liked Kurloz as a friend. You knew that Kurloz liked Meulin though. Meulin was your best friend, and she liked him. You were happy for them though. It was good they were friends or more than that. "Kurloz, why are you sad?" he brought his hand up 'There's a girl i like..She doesn't get it at all..' You frowned, "Aww, i know she'll get it one day." 'I don't think so..I know she likes someone else.' Meulin? Liking someone else? That can't