gods and bacteriayour god left you six miles backgods and bacteria4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on new bern avenue by the old high school
where feathered fighter pilots sit decommissioned
on roadside crosses like origami
and I'm sorry you came back at all
with piñata car bombs and the souls of afghans
trailing your boots like packing peanuts
you tried to go down with the vessel
blood and muscle and skeleton satchel charges
spilling out of your fleshy palms
but they wrapped your spine in cellophane
after that last bullet tore through your rafters
and you hit the walls and windows like a wet dog on acid
and I dragged you from the gods and bacteria spilling
from your diaphragm
and I'm sorry you came back at all
Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The PoemYou see a video and ask 'what's this?Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The Poem2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wait- that grin- something's amiss.'
Smiling, I say, hoping for all of the luck,
'Let me tell you all about Homestuck.'
A young man stands in his bedroom, yes,
But thus far, you're quite unimpressed.
Hear me out though- it gets better!
Just read all of the logs- every letter.
You now have made it to Act 3
And I'm proud of you as I could be
Their session's started, the game's begun,
But we're not quite even to the real fun.
It's Act 5 and you're freaking out-
It's the trolls you've been hearing all about!
It took a bit, but you're getting there
There's still more stuff ahead, but the plot has you snared.
Now you've caught up to the latest update,
And you ask, 'What's next?' I say, 'We wait
With the rest of the fandom- it's nice though, you'll see,
'Cause we're all sorts of weird, and one big family.'
And so we will wait, you and I, all us fans,
And while we wait, come and go will some plans,
But you and I, both of us, know of our luck,
That we were
calamity.the poor boy got a lecture from deaths secretarycalamity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"deaths busy enough as it is without walk ins"
"but it was urgent," he stutters.
"it couldn't wait, it was now or never"
he was simply told
"take a number, and wait over there with the rest
who 'couldn't wait' "
unlovenot all self harm comesunlove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the obvious form of lines up arms or down thighs
of throwing up insides and self worth
into toilet bowls with the sounds
that make you wonder how you're not dead.
she picked at her lips constantly
cracking and splitting
peeling and bleeding
more than expected
and it bled
more than ever anticipated
even after she's been doing it all day
she drank her tea that was still steaming
still made her hands flinch from the
far too hot porceline
but she parted lips
and felt it force it way down
burning and splitting
her lips and throat
like molten in her
ash filled stomach
pulling on skin
making underneath it
her blood like water colour
exploding and spreading
and mixing over
thighs and stomachs
no-one thinks to notice
death.i.death.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The best games
Are the simple ones.
That's why Mario and Sonic
Are so popular
And why people
Is destruction at its finest.
So this ones for all
The boys who couldn't find a ledge high enough
The girls who couldn't find pills strong enough
Sing it out
Until the bullet hits deep enough.
Let Smiling Dogs LieMolly had a permanent smile fixed to her face. It was just part of who she was. Sometimes this angered Rachael. She could be crying on Molly's shoulder and her companion would still be beaming away like an idiot.Let Smiling Dogs Lie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rachael was always scornful when books talked about dogs knowing how their owners were feeling.
'Molly never has a fucking clue! She's just in a constant state of 'Happy'! She's the least empathic animal on the planet. I swear, her internal monologue is just 'I'm a dog! I'm a dog! I'm a dog!' on loop.'
Once Rachael had held Molly's tail down to try and stop it wagging. Molly had grinned at her, good-naturedly and the four vertebra at the base of the tail had continued to wiggle side to side.
Rachael and Molly spent a lot of time together on the front porch. They would survey the garden and listen to Rachael's parents scream at each o
BTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of EventsBTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of Events3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of Events
I thought this was going to be a breeze… I was expecting a nice and
(somewhat) romantic week in Italy… But I guess not since dumb, dumber,
and dumbest, decided to join the ride… Here… Let me tell you what went down…
*****~~~~~1 Day Ago~~~~~*****
“Kesesesesese~!!! ZEH BTT IS BACK”, yelled the
Prussian, throwing his bag into the Limo.
“Could you be quiet”, I asked him with every bundle of annoyance.
“Que? What’s wrong chica. You look down”, the Spaniard
said as he took a seat next to me in the back of the limo.
“It’s 2 in the morning… I’m tired”, I sighed
as I rubbed my eyes.
“Mon ami, you do look a little flushed”, the French guy said as
he got into the limo as well, taking a clean campaign bottle and
already pouring some campaign.
The Prussian, Gilbert, soon got into the car and took a seat towards
the driver, who looked qui
Chapter 4: Leaving (RussiaxBroken!Reader)Chapter 4: Leaving (RussiaxBroken!Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(A/N: Previous chapter links in description! All other info. in there as well and ask me questions if you have any! )
"I-I'm Canada..." the violet eyed man said.
"Canada? Oh! I remember you! I don't know if you remember me but I'm (Country Name-CTN)." you answered, offering your hand.
"I remember you..." Canada answered, taking your hand and gently shaking it.
"_____? ________!? Are you hiding, da?" came that familiar Russian voice.
"I-I have to go!" Canada said in an urgent whisper before getting up quickly and taking off.
"What was-" you began before you were lifted up from your position on the floor and placed before the large country.
"What are you doing here? Are you allowed to be here?" asked Russia, his dark, sinister aura appearing. You gulped.
"I-I don't know... H-how'd you know I came this way-let alone leave my room?" you retorted.
"You left your door open. That and it was your voice I had heard yelling, da? You're very loud, sunflower." the Russia countered.
SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi) Kiedy sobie przypominam...SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
- Eren, co to jest?
- Wygląda jak nadepnięty szczur...
- Posprzątaj go natychmiast.
Zgarnąłem szczura na szufelkę i wyrzuciłem na dwór, w krzaki. Zaraz potem spotkałem Hanji. Kiedy opowiedziałem jej o szczurze, uśmiechnęła się przepraszająco. Stwierdziła, że biegła i niechcący go nadepnęła - oczywiście nie zdążyła go uprzątnąć, bo jej się spieszyło. Warknąłem, ale ona jedynie rozczochrała mi włosy.
- Spokojnie! - rzuciła radośnie, odchodząc. - Widzimy się wieczorem!
Pamiętam, że wtedy nie było mi do śmiechu. Jednak teraz na samo wspomnienie kąciki moich ust lekko wznoszą się ku górze.
- Hanji! Nie mogę...
- Spokojnie, Eren. - Jej głos był opanowany i delikatny, ki
Heart Mend: RussiaXReaderYou rang the doorbell of the large, majestic house. Your heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour and your hands wouldn't stop shaking. You were helping someone who belonged in a mental institution. You couldn't be doing this. But then again, you were. Belarus opened the door, eyes narrowed at you. She eyed you as you followed her into her home and you knew you were dead. You were totally and completely dead. You might as well as have written your will before you walked into the door. At least Alfred would be able to appreciate your collection of Video games and manga from Japan if you were dead.Heart Mend: RussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So," she said. "I hear you have way for me to make brother marry me?"
The moment those words left her lips, you knew there was no turning back.
The first plan was to make her pretty. The girl was beautiful, that you could give her. But the way she dressed and the way she walked around with a knife gave off and scary air. No wonder poor Ivan was scared to death of her. Well, that
Dead!Russia x Dark and Insane!Reader - revengeDead!Russia x Dark and Insane!Reader - revenge3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Things would never be the same without him anymore ... I miss his smile... I miss how he used to just cuddle with me every morning and say 'I love you' out of nowhere... I miss everything about him and all the crazy things we used to do together...
"Russia,what are you doing there? It's not safe to stand up alone in a dark alley..." I said as I approached him, only to hear quiet sobs from him. I placed my palm on his back, patting him a bit.
" No one loves me (y/n)....Everyone treats me as an outcast...Everyone hates me!Everyone thinks I'm a monster!I hate everyone here!" He said loudly, making me flinch a bit, but I felt so sad for him. Russia was really sweet and kind ... he has been a very helpful man to our neighbours , and yet they do him wrong,breaking Russia's heart. All he wanted was for people to stop bothering his life and just accept him in the society...
"Russia, Don't you ever say that no one loves you! And don't say your a monster caus
Little!Russia x Little!Reader- RiversideLittle!Russia x Little!Reader- Riverside3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Little!Russia x Little!Reader
Near the outskirts of a deep forest, there lies a crystal clear river. It had shining little pebbles beneath the surface. Despite it's beautiful appearance, it had a dangerous current. It was very fast and strong.
One sunny morning, a little girl with long (h/c) braids went down to the river. She had just seen her parents argue with each other. Her father's face had gone red out of anger, and her mother shouted bad words at the girl's father. Scared, the little girl runs away from her house. Her parents didn't even notice the little girl run towards a forest, since they were both too occupied with their argument.
The little girl kneeled down near the edge of the river. She inhaled the fresh air emmited by the forest. It was slightly humid, but was also a nice cold temperature. The girl slightly twitched when she heard a twig crack near her. She turned around thinking it was her parents. She was surprised to see a little boy about the s
Sin of Every ColorYou are sparkling grime amongst clovers of diamond dust. There are meadows of good luck, four-leafed emeralds parading envy like a jewel. It is among this snake skin grass in which your glittering generosity seduced me into gluttony and jealousy.Sin of Every Color5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is here. Where the citrus sunsets injured my scenery. Every desire a bruise blooming from violent petals, patches of violet smudged beneath rose-quartz membranes. This is my garden, every abrasion quilted to the soiled surface.
It. It grows still, deeper everyday. Rainbow roots with every kind of hate you could ever feel. It drips like a multichromatic cancer, poisoning me with nutrition and pigments I'd rather not notice.
And if you were to paint me, my blood would have too many colors to show.
You are polished value on the canvas of every warped Picasso perception. You are meadows of unbearable lust offering patches of lilac grass only to
[APH] Male oszukanstwoGdy wyglądałem przez otwarte okno, widziałem sunące leniwie po niebie białe obłoczki, a także wiatr zabawiający się delikatnie liśćmi na drzewach w ogrodzie. Mogłem też poczuć, że słońce grzało całkiem mocno jak na tą porę roku, jednak to tylko nadawało wszystkiemu takiego spokojnego wydźwięku... Aż westchnąłem urzeczony taką piękną pogodą, która była wprost idealna na jakiś spacer. Jednak ja nie miałem najmniejszego zamiaru chodzić na żadne spacery. Nie, kiedy szef wymagał ode mnie ZDECYDOWANIE ZA WIELE, a na dodatek TEN KRETYN OD SIEDMIU BOLEŚCI non-stop do mnie wydzwaniał. Jeśli jeszcze raz usłyszę to piekielne "dryń-dryń" to, jak Boga kocham, wyrzucę to ustrojstwo do śmieci! A w komórce zmienię numer! Może nawet adres zamieszkani[APH] Male oszukanstwo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
its called a distractioni am the epitomeits called a distraction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of why you shouldnt
why you shouldnt
pray tell i could
be the bane of your
(we fought over such
and i bite my lip
at the thought of it)
your body stretches
to cover your mistake
like a loud wound
the wind barks
love as a beauty mark
the whine of a lost dog
playing on a
a thin line of
hope like a yawn
i remove vowels
hoping to string them
to come back home
Dark!AmericaxReader beneath the childish exteriorFunny, how people thought America was dumb.Dark!AmericaxReader beneath the childish exterior3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh, but quite the contrary.
America was very smart, if he was dumb, how would he have won all those wars? Yes, many people thought America was dumb, arrogant, ignorant, and selfish, and maybe he was,
But nobody thought he was dark.
It always made me wonder how so many people could be happy all the time. I like to believe that those who are happy all the time, are hiding something dark.
But hey, This is your story, not mine, so shall we move on?
Yes, everybody had their own exterior, Russia seemed harmless on the outside when it was vice-versa on the inside. Italy was happy-go-lucky all the time, maybe he was like that on the inside, we'll never know.
But America had a special exterior.
His exterior is hard to describe really, other than arrogant, ignorant, selfish and dumb.
But was it the same on the inside?
Yes, it used to be the same on the inside, until it happened.
America always liked
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,Just Imagine, You're All Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Left in the world on your own.
To fend for yourself, find your smile,
Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.
You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,
The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.
Another place, smaller, much smaller,
You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.
Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,
One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.
Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,
Is doing anything the right thing?
The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"
Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.
You can, dig deep, I know you can,
You were once stronger, once a better man.
Don't let them take you over, don't you dare concede,
Is this what you want? Is this what you need?
No, this is not what I want.
Who are you to say you're the one to flaunt?
It's my turn, you've played long enough,
I know this is hard, for me it is rough.
I have to put you away, it's time to go,
seasons changeyou kissed December softly on the lips,seasons change4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her eyelashes fluttered against your skin and
something inside of you glistened
you kissed December with a mouth that had
whispered 'i love you' many times before,
but you said this time was
the only one that mattered.
you kissed December and i know she tasted sweet,
like time being rewritten just for you.
she must have tasted like music
as her hands touched the nape of your neck.
you kissed December like she was an angel
that smoked weed in parking lots,
getting high enough to see her sisters.
you kissed her like she deserved to remember worship.
you kissed December without thinking of me,
but i held March's hand and
i never stopped dreaming of you.
Dark!AmericaXReader request: A Gorey DemiseDark!AmericaXReaderDark!AmericaXReader request: A Gorey Demise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A gorey demise
my first songfic don't hurt me! XD
He pulled out a list full of names. reciting them one by one.
"A Is For Amber
Who Drowned In A Pool
B Is For Billy
Who Was Eaten By Ghouls
C Is For Curt
With Disease Of The Brain
D Is For Daniel
Derailed On A Train
E Is For Erik
Who Was Buried Alive
F Is For Frank
Who Was Stabbed Through The Eye
G Is For Greg
Who Died In The Womb
H Is For Heather
Who Was Sealed In A Tomb"
He grinned, she had unmatched beauty he craved. list in hand, he frowned at her name. she awalked down the barren streets at late night, only the dim lights leading her home. she looked from side. hearing a gentle rustle "Hello?" she looked around seeing nothing. she heard it again and saw him. he stood tall, dark blonde hair with a weird cowlick, a bloodied bomber jacket and eyes that piereced her soul. she knew this man, her old friend Alfred Jones. he was once a decent fellow but was acused of murdering his sister Ziriana*. She belived though
lady( fog. )lady4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she once believed that there was a world out there.
there used to be an island.
i wove my world into color,
on a loom of shining wood.
vaguely, i remember a curse.
( light. )
the days pass without her notice.
once, i almost looked through the window.
the flash of my mirror caught me instead,
holding me in its reflection of the outside.
faintly, i remember a voice.
( captivation. )
his voice floated through her window.
the first time, i did not hear.
voices and music always passed by me,
not a care for the hazy days i lived.
dimly, i remember a funeral.
( emptiness. )
the mirror cracked from side to side,
as i looked outside, and everything became clear.
she flew away, from the loom that heald her,
entangled in its grasp. she broke, she broke,
she took her leave.
down the river she floated, a flag of truce,
to ease the bloodshed that haunted his footsteps.
down the river she floated, her heart,
in exchange for his survival.
down the river she floated, a
if this is love then you can drown in iti am waitingif this is love then you can drown in it4 years ago in Letters More Like This
for someone to flip me inside out.
trace the betraying veins
from seashell-pink country roads
my thigh, up close
to the red highways
and a clotted intersection
with a pulsing red glow.
i am mapped perfectly.
even the flaws are pretty much accounted for,
scribbled in hazy lines
somewhere on stained sheets.
can you see me? i imagine you
body spilled on the bed like cold milk,
hips brushing mine
with twin-bone love-languages.
grey waterstain mouth, no lipstick, moving
to find the words
you have been searching
so desperately for.
just let me help you,
i'm good with words. i'm good
at making out with them
in the dark.
but when it gets light, i have to squint.
talking becomes strange,
words are blisters. so many shades of candy reds and valentine pink
open sores on my tongue.
lay down with me,