Tutoring Session | Ayato x ReaderTutoring Session | Ayato x Reader3 months ago in Romance More Like This
There were definitely some downsides to being a scholarship girl.
For one, you were often teased for your worn out uniform and poor-condition, rented textbooks. You didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the preppy students, and as a result, tended to fade into the background. It didn’t help that your parents weren’t very rich, as they only owned a small convenience store.
Another downside was that you had to work twice as hard as every other student in order to maintain your scholarship. While this wasn’t too much of a problem, the pressure was always there, cause you knew that one screw up might mean the end of your education.
You absently tapped your pencil against the desk as you half-listened to the teacher talk. Mathematics had always come easily to you, so even without spending too much effort or paying attention in class, you could ace it no problem. In fact, you were very good in your studies as a whole. When people asked you how fit in anything else whil
Pretty SwallowPretty swallow, will you fly?Pretty Swallow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread your wings to reach the sky
Will you soar above this smog?
The lights will lead you from the fog
Pretty swallow, will you sing?
Happiness your melodies bring
Will you entrance with a tune?
When the sun hits high noon
Pretty swallow, will you fight?
As the stars lose their light
Will you leave your city fair?
When the kites fly nowhere
Pretty swallow, will you fall?
You're the hope of us all
Will you keep our dreams on clouds?
If we can't speak them aloud
Pretty swallow, will you fly?
Spread your wings and say goodbye.
SomethingSomethingSomething2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do something crazy
be random as hell
speak out your mind
while being clever as well
think with your mind
learn a little bit more
make something different
something the world's never seen before
MaskI wear a mask.Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And i wear it well.
This mask of mine seems to come off when I'm alone,
But around others, it's as if it is glued to my face.
This mask of mine is that of a smile and happiness.
Under that mask is me, a broken girl. A girl who wants to be needed.
A girl who will never be good enough.
Why can't they see under this mask?
Constantly being doubted. Being told that my dreams will never come true.
I'm like a caged bird to my own mind.
It will all get better with time, and the mask will come off forever.
My true self being revealed to the outside. I wait for that day.
But until then...
I wear a mask.
And i wear it well.
Knite PoemKniteKnite Poem1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Poem by ThornHeartZero
I do not own Knite in any way. Knite is owned by yuumei and I am in no way trying to steal it.
My Kite is dark, under the night sky.
Lights for a tail, I let it fly.
The children, so small, love seeing the stars.
Maybe the light can heal the scars.
The kite flies swiftly, not making a sound.
Then all of a sudden, it swoops to the ground.
A kite with a tail of spikes brings the dark.
When I knew what had happened, it broke my heart.
I go, trying to retrieve my kite.
But the evil one, he has destroyed its light.
I sob in my hands at the light that we lost.
And as I do, my heart turns to frost.
I fashion a new kite, with paper and string.
With the kite in my hands, I give it a fling.
My kite is dark, under the night sky.
Lights for a tail, I let it fly.
Knite © yuumei
AcceptanceI am emptyAcceptance1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am matter
I am the one lost without a soul
I am a monkey,
A cup of tea,
A night stand,
But inside, I’m still an empty flea
I am child whose done good and bad
I am a spirit who flies through walls,
I am a rose welting for once and for all
But I still remain empty, as empty can be
Looking in a mirror, I question
Who can I truly be?
I sat in that room of emptiness and thought,
Till an empty carcass like I,
Stood there and we talked
We found light in the darkness,
We found softness in the thorns
But most importantly we found ourselves
No longer torn
I’m not empty, I matter
I am divine as can be
I no longer yearn for things I cannot have
I am happy for being me
Five LumpsJohn was a little blue teapot, short but stout of heart. Sherlock was a tall teapot, elegant and milky white.Five Lumps2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Molly was tiny, and full of sweetness. She was a sugar bowl.
The three of them were on the kitchen table at 221 Baker Street, surrounded by the remains of Mrs Hudson’s breakfast. Only Molly had played an active role in that. Mrs Hudson was lending the two teapots out to the Women’s Institute for a get-together later that morning, and they were already partially wrapped up. John smiled at how excited Sherlock was. He was clearly hoping that a new case would present itself once they were out and about.
“Where’s Mike?” John asked Molly.
“Mrs Hudson’s just giving him a rinse,” she said.
John glanced over at where his milk jug friend was being swirled under the tap by their owner. He liked Mike and Molly - not as exciting as Sherlock perhaps, but they were both intelligent company and thoroughly good sorts.
Like John, they were secondh
What Could Possibly Go Wrong?It's always a bad idea to think before the first date, "What could possibly go wrong?" Because, as shared experiences have told you, it ends with it going so wrong you can't even look at the person once it's over. It goes so wrong, you can't help but wonder what you ever saw in the guy. But once you think it, you can't take it back as if you're placing some toy top hat on a kitten. You're stuck with it for the rest of the night, until you are finally blessed with their lack of company.What Could Possibly Go Wrong?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Still, it feels all okay, at first. When he takes you to a restaurant, one you know really well, it's really hard to have dinner ruined. Especially when it's steak. And you don't care what people say, about how women shouldn't eat steak but a salad, because it's food, and you love food, and it's much more interesting than the conversations you're trying to start up with this guy. That's the sign that something's not right. That's the sign that you should cut it short, end on a somewhat high note.
Let Down Your HairMrs Holmes had bizarre cravings during her pregnancy. Specifically, for the contents of the vegetable patch belonging to the DI next door.Let Down Your Hair2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique genius developed. The DI realised he could use Sherlock as a consulting detective and decided never to release him.
One day a hero named John arrived.
“You can’t get in!” yelled down Sherlock.
John beamed. “Someone’s sulky. You should let your hair down a bit.”
“Ah,” said Sherlock.
John climbed up Sherlock
Her [Poem]Her hair,Her [Poem]1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black like her fathers heart,
When he drinks,
When he screams,
Screams at her,
For being "so cold".
Hazel like the mixed feelings in her soul,
Green like the ground,
Brown like the soil,
Specs of gold.
Broken like the men who go through war,
They shot that gun,
They said goodbye.
Rotten like the bullies,
That beat her after school,
Tears in her soul.
Full of scars,
Full of the hate,
That people marked her with,
With ever word,
Every time they tried to fix,
That which was not broken,
Like a wall,
Like her mind,
Like her soul.
She's only Human.
She's only so bold.
Without You, I'm a wreck.No one prepares youWithout You, I'm a wreck.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the moment that your life changes.
When the air thickens,
becomes solid in your lungs,
leaving you drowning in a sea of open space,
suffocating under the pressure
of crushing, looming atmosphere.
Words are whispers seeking help.
Screams nothing more than intangible syllables
laced together on broken, shuddering lips.
Tears are our defenses crumbling into streams
of silent self loathing-
like this was somehow your own fault,
it was preventable-
it didn't have to end this way-
It didn't have to end like that.
Instead nights are filled with dim lights,
casting shadows on walls-
another sip of liquor stained coffee
to keep back the looming responsibilities at hand.
The gentle touch of fingers on skin,
the warm breath of a kiss on naked bodies,
the sweet hush of sheets in the deepening night-
phantom reminders in the night
of what was lost-
what will never be once more.
ruined flowersi open myself up,ruined flowers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
til the water
bathtub ring stain
pink on porcelain.
i used to be nature
i used to be beautiful.
chemicals & acid
ate through my flesh
& i became
but something i could not want
something i could not love.
i am dried petals
forgotten to be pressed
of a loved book
or even one hated,
just left to desiccate.
i have plucked my own roots
from the soil
thinking i could become
i did not know
i would ruin what i was.
i did not know
i was beautiful- sad, yes,
but i was beautiful,
just as i was.
A NecklaceHis apology's stonesA Necklace2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
matched the bruises.
i don't want to be a body anymorei don’t want to be a body anymorei don't want to be a body anymore1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don’t want to be skin
bone covered in things
that had been missing for years;
i don’t feel like myself anymore.
i am a stranger in my own skin
& i don’t want to wear it
a moment longer than i must.
the need to take a pair of scissors
& needle to it,
to tailor it smaller,
to fit the shrinking person inside
grows with every breath.
i don’t want to be
LondonI am walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s night.London1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing that I wasn’t alone.
I’m walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s night,
and I watch people pass by.
I see friends laughing, and lovers embracing.
To them, I am nothing
Just a passing shadow, a shade.
But to me, they are everything.
They are the friends I wish would laugh with me.
They are the lover I wish I could embrace.
They are my envy.
They are the friends who betrayed me.
They are the lover who left me.
They are my anger.
They are the friends I left.
They are the loves I lost.
They are my regret.
They are the friends I could leave.
They are the loves I will lose.
They are my fear.
They are all these things and more.
I realize this,
a kind of epiphany,
as I walk down the streets.
But all the revelation in the world
If you don’t have anyone to tell.
I am walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s n
13 Days LeftI am weak, I am breaking, I have slowed down. My body aches and creaks like the walls of my room. My white..white room. The blank walls have closed in on me. I am powerless against everyone. One touch and I'll self-destruct and crumble. Then there will be nothing left of me, because I have nothing left of me.13 Days Left2 years ago in Drama More Like This
However, I will not fret, for this is only for now. I will regain my strength and endure through my final moments of pain and suffering. I will rise to the top and look down upon everyone else as they crumble as they once thought I would. I will take back what was mine and take away all that is theirs. They will pay. I only have 13 days until I finally get my revenge. 13 days.
They have 13 days to prepare. 13 days to run. 13 days to hide. 13 days to live. On the 14th day they'll die.
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Breaking Even2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broke his nose.
Lost-n-Found-HitsuHina storyLost-n-Found-HitsuHina story6 years ago in General More Like This
This was meant for Valentine's Day. But I got the idea (from a picture that I drew) and started writing on it the day before.
As always, I have my two very dear friends who help me tremendously in all my writing: Aine of Knockaine and Millythompson.
All Bleach characters are owned and operated by Tite Kubo and not by me. Such a shame. The only thing I own are many Hitsugaya figures and posters.
Lost and Found
I cant believe this!
Hitsugaya looked over at his childhood friend from under hooded eyes. With legs outstretched, he had been leaning his head against the wall where he sat with eyes closed, in a totally relaxed state of mind. That is, until her frustrated cry interrupted him. Now, peering out at her from under his long lashes, he found Momo frowning down at the floor.
The two were seated in the balcony section above the practice floor after engagin
-Watching- (2010)The wind that blew through the morning fog-Watching- (2010)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is stirring my breath even now
The painfully bright sun was distorted by the haze
Until it was mistaken for the moon
Tears ran down my cheeks when the clouds returned to the sky
I was staring directly into that burning light all along
I’m watching the tortured sun quietly fall
It's time for a new color of spring
Let the rain wash away the pale blue emptiness of the sky
And refresh our soul’s eyes with vibrant colors
Until the paint drips into the blackness of space
I’ll be watching everything