A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
linesyou breathe in, and I breathe out, because that's how it works.lines2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always told me, don't worry my dear,
because you just need to whisper back to me
all the things ive whispered to you.
on seaward nights, where the salt sticks to your skin and makes it white
and rough, like a decayed ghost without a sound to sell -
and maybe then, I can murmur those things you've taught me so well,
when you bite my hips
and leave marks for years to come,
and teach my bird hollow bones to fall
(but only to fall.)
there are weapons in your words.
and there are daggers in men's smiles;
but sometimes you’ve got to be cut to a million pieces -
those shiny metal teeth, the glint in your mouth
hover over the gloss of your tongue and vermilion lips
a gash in your face, deadly sweet like snow white's apple -
before you can recognise which smiles are daggers,
and which smiles are gold and silver and love.
you kiss my lids
and slit open my eyes
to let my soul breathe sometimes.
sew up my mouth so I don
Ce que je souhaiteSometimes I wish I could slit open my belly and let all the bad juice seep outCe que je souhaite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bitter acid and fat black eels
Sharp claws scratching and angry wings fluttering
I hate it but it won't stop
Sometimes I wish I could wrap myself around your legs and never let go
Oh, I know you can't stay, but oh,
How I wish you could
I can't bear this alone anymore
Sometimes I wish I could float away from my memories
No matter how many times I scrub I can still feel your hands burning my skin
Everyone else comments on my pale face, pale arms, pale legs
I guess they still can't see it
I'm not sure if I want them to
Sometimes I wish I could get to the real me hiding beneath this flesh
It doesn't matter how much weight I lose, I still can't decipher how to coax you out
Quick smiling, clear eyed and delicate
I'm sure you exist somewhere behind my ribcage
Sometimes I wish I could do nothing but sleep
Hair spread out, floating gently
Let no monster disturb me
Nothing, nowhere, no one
Sing to Me ProudMy heart's been fit to burst so longSing to Me Proud4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I've written these same impassioned songs
Well sing to me of your broken words and charms
Cause I know just how to do myself harm
And my eyes are pained from wanting to melt
To stain the gauging and opened welt
Of my heart torn apart by my own words and ways
Am I doomed to this for the rest of my days?
Sing to me now and sing to me loud,
Sing to me open and sing to me proud
I need to know I can see the other side,
'Cause this darkness is now my only lullaby
And I hope and I pray to bring my heart near
Closer and closer to what I hold dear
This thing I call life, this pain and this joy
'Cause I can't continue to be death's little toy
Oh sing, oh sing,
Oh sing, oh sing
Of the life and the death and the sorrow and tears
And the struggle you've suffered for years after years
And I'll bring you hope through the pain in my heart
'Cause its exactly what pushed me so hard at the start
To work for the payoff, the joy and pride,
To look for the self that I've
HarderKiss meHarder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rid me of every scar
Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue
Touch me until I don't feel worthless
All these broken ribs
The fluttering lids of both black eyes
Pray away every awful thing I've done
And lick the salt away from broken skin
The exit wounds of bullets
The little lines of knife bites
Just love me until I'm mad
And kiss me until I'm whole again
MummifiedI think I have been mummifiedMummified2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped in linen and stowed away
preserved to see a hundred years
of darkness, with old eyes.
They closed the box,
rubbed salt in my aching wounds.
Now the world can't come in.
I sit silent, for I am the grave,
weighed down on by the golden gadgets
they slung around when they started
making my death more safe and less sound.
People come and people go,
I can hear the world from here.
But I think I have been mummified
wrapped in linen and betrayed
forced to see a hundred years
of darkness, with old eyes.
SociopathIt's just a word.Sociopath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a defence.
It's just a cover up, a wall to separate you from everybody else. It's just a veil to block out what's real, what's important.
Your eyes see everything except the obvious. Your mind picks up on everyone else's thoughts and feelings but not your own. You've locked them away in a safe at the back of your ingenious brain, never to be opened. It has a rusted lock. You claim not to have a heart because those with emotion are weak, you say.
Although it really just makes them stronger.
You see everything, but you see nothing at all. You are as blind as them. You know nothing.
You do not want to.
You do not want to because you feel fear.
It's just a distraction.
It's just a word.
male!belarusXreaderXmale!hungary:...uhhhh...You were staying over at the Nodric 5 house(well your in nyotalia so they are females). "Thanks for letting me use your sauna Tina," you smile. "it really helps me with stress." You hugged her.male!belarusXreaderXmale!hungary:...uhhhh...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No problem _____, i really liked spending time with you!" You both hugged each other through the white towels that you had been wearing.
"getting a little saucey, i see, and with out me too?"
Tina squeaked in surprise and turned to the tall dane. "Marlene! You scared me!" Tina lightly put her hand on her raceing heart. You blushed. "______ and me were just getting into the sauna! thats all!"
"OOoooohhhhhh! Cheating on Swenden? Naughty-naughty~" The swedish women dashed into the room, glaring daggers.
"NO! Sweden! Denmarks lying!" You slowly walked back away from the argument. Not really caring, just hoping for your saftey.
You climbed the stairs to your room. You had a balcony, which you told the nordics that they were being to nce about. You took a qucik showere,then blow-dried your hair. You
RuminationShe’s not made of bonesRumination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(or sinew, or keratin,
and her back doesn’t elope a spine
to lean on, her weight
heavier than earth-bones.
The gushes of oil spills flowing like rain
is the only rivulet in her tears,
the fuel in her blood.
Conjoined with the nuts and bolts found
in the pits of Father’s attic
jaundice skin's impenetrable,
even to the flickering of the candle’s flame
hair rough as ash and long as veins--
she was a battlefield.
But there’s a heart that beats
somewhere in her chest,
rattling like broken teeth;
trying to shake its enigma loose
trying to thump,
trying to pump,
trying to bump
Like the dust in her lashes,
the forty years of silence in her lungs.
The cold of iron and tin and copper
turning to rust
the unexplainable famine
in her throat.
The yearning to read trembling lips.
The passion to remember.
The urge to touch
The will to listen.
All she ever wanted
in a body of loneliness.
The wind beneath her p
bone bag ballet girlit's ten minutes in september and she isbone bag ballet girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
praying with her eyes open to a god
she cannot see but that's okay because
she doesn't want him to see her either
i'm six feet behind and i'm watching a girl
with pink ribbon shoes cry over my boyfriend
and we're at a graveyard but all i want to
do is ask her if maybe she can dance for me
it's three flashes of lightning and i am
hurt and there is rain dripping on my
wounds and i just sit outside watching
the blood drip on the asphalt
she's still crying and i wonder if the
pretty white bones in her bag are his
or hers, but really, i just want to know
whether she's a ballet dancer or not
Fatal FateBeing strong ain't as tough as it seems,Fatal Fate4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Being gone ain't as rough as in dreams,
Being sly ain't as easy as you'd think,
But tellin' lies gets easier with each blink.
Especially when you're trying to hide
All the darkness that eats you alive,
From the depths of your soul right to the outside,
But just below the surface so that no one else can see,
This fatal fate I call reality.
Being beautiful is harder than in magazines,
Being dutiful is a barter for making your means,
Being coy is a talent when it comes to this mask,
And being the toy is easier than uptaking this task
Of trying to make sense of the cards you're dealt
When you've given everything that you ever felt
Was necessary to try and heal these open welts,
Left over from the beatings so that no one else would see
All the things I thought I shouldn't be.
Especially when I'm trying to hide
All the darkness that eats me alive,
From the depths of my soul right to the outside,
But just below the surface so that no one else can see,
They all think they can fix meThey all think they can fix me.They all think they can fix me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But, what if I'm not broken?
I'm supposed to be in pieces?
What rule is there,
that says all people must be whole?
But still, they all think they can fix me.
With a sensual caress
or a wholesome home-life
or violent, unbridled passion.
Each has her own prescription.
I'll push away every hand
Each distraction is only that:
just a numbing anaesthesia
that can only mask the symptoms,
leaving the cancer
They all think they can fix me
but I know better –
and I've a feeling that now
even the cure would
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 5 “Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?”2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 52 years ago in Horror More Like This
― Hannah Harrington, Saving June
You spent the whole hour with that mad man. It was mostly a one sided conversation, whenever you talked, he would listened intently to every word you uttered. You almost feel asleep due to the calmness of his smooth voice. Often times, he would say little things in Italian to try and sooth you. It didn't work.
Bastard most of put something in the food….
You blinked as you felt a fever coming on. You lightly touched your forehead…yep. It was hot. “L-listen, Italy…I don’t feel so good…” You said in a meek voice. He head snapped up and his eyes flashed with concern. “I’ll take you home the… bella.” H
America x reader- Just Another Day~You drive me crazy~America x reader- Just Another Day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You heard a crash from the kitchen. Oh great... You thought.
"Hey, ___!" You hear your boyfriend shout from where the sound came from.
"Don't tell me you broke something!" You shouted back.
It went quiet for a moment, then you heard him nervously call, "T-totally not! Heh..."
You sighed, getting up and walking to the kitchen, peering in. There you saw America sitting on the counter, a bunch of glass on the floor below him. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at him.
"You're never allowed in the kitchen again." You stated.
"But ___!" He whined, "I was getting some coke and it just fell!"
You gave him a look, making him speak up again, "Ok fine, I accidentally hit it when I turned around!"
You smiled at his innocence, then noticed his hand was bleeding. "You tried picking it up, didn't you?"
"Shut up..." He said, looking at his hand.
You jumped up on the counter in the middle of the kitchen to avoid stepping on glass, moving over to the other count
a state of delirium.It's like you're hungry for something that doesn't exist in your head. Your own eyes cannot see past the reflection of your memories. The strength and determination that held you in their grip long enough are setting you free so you're nothing but a fragile creature, drowning in an endless ocean of blackness. You reach for the surface but you're being pulled down even deeper. Deeper till the light is dark enough for you to see past the distant once-colorful orbs that hover over your head. You scream, but nothing comes out. The silence terrifies you so you only convince yourself you're dreaming. An endless bad dream. You close your eyes and ask yourself to wake up. Everything is silent and for a moment you assume it's all back to normal, that you're safe again, so, you open your eyes to realize that you're sinking deeper. Drowning farther in, but you had your eyes closed for a while and it all went by too fast for it to register in your head. Blind. You reach out but you're paralyzed, ya state of delirium.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FlawsI could write you a symphonyFlaws5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of whispered words and perfect promises
but I'd rather just hum you a melody,
perhaps out of key,
off the top of my head
composed of all the things I've never said
all the thoughts I've never voiced
every word would be so choice
because it would come straight from the heart of every matter
from the very soul of me
traced around every piece of my shattered spirit
built of every time I refused to hear it
[it respectively being the part of me I chose to hate,
the deepest darks, the secrets stark
the ugly truth I berat
sheepskinYour love smells like snowsheepskin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the deep of August, sucking
me like mosquitoes and you.
damn, you always had a talented
tongue, knowing just what to say
to roll me between your teeth and
keep me there; and I was hoping—
no, trusting— I’d not be crushed.
I should have known when
you raised your bones against me,
when you clattered your molars
together but never bothered hiding
the truth below your belt.
And a part of me says
I was in love with you.
EmbryoI choked back the crumpled dreamsEmbryo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clogged in my throat like paper wads
of useless poetry
while the ocean continued to eat at me,
one amethyst toe at a time;
I sank like the anchor inked on my back,
and loved of my bones a heavier guilt
to sink and sink, beneath sorrow
and joy, and the shoreline graves.
What’s meant for salt
is meant for tears
but I was never a creature meant
wailing through crooked pipes
rusted and creaking from the summer heat
and a silence so well kept
that the dead would stare at me,
and tongue tied.
(You’d always said that drowning me
was poetry in itself)
blujayHer spine is crumpling into origami cranes, left in jars beside a dreamer’s dresser (I childishly hope they stretch bone-wings to heights, little Icaruses, as they tempt the gods in flight).blujay1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I don’t wish to be nomads, wandering through the birdhouses of “if”s and “when she dies…” for I’ve been a gypsy of apology, ghosting through sterilized rooms and bed-feet, as much an apparition as Reapers; and because I could not see Them, I learned to say “goodbye.”
I do not wish to make my nests of broken bottles and her flattened dreams.
LandslideYearning for birds –Landslide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the reminder of anchors in
each half-moon cresent
so lovingly carved into my soles.
And you play hopscotch in my veins -
the ones forbidden now to bleed -
until I am beaten blue and flat
but there are sparrows in my brain
among cerebral cortex clouds,
and that should be enough...
only it isn’t.
collapsei.collapse1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“You’re winter… someone unknown—unfeeling,” I am told by the inferno minds of mothers, poison ivy-handed and strangled by a sorrow far deeper than blue trenches… and perhaps, then, bruises are truly meant as warmth for starving hearts.
When you browbeat desolation with the same fist, I drown and sob in nailboards, your absence pinned within my throat.
“You’re nothing but deserving,” I am told by stainless steel and death, angry and hidden alongside pillow-roofs and prayers. And maybe I don’t believe in god as I believe in it, directing midnight shadows through the intersections of scar tissue. I am only known by five white walls.
weightless and dizzy-faced, they are the only true friends: iron-lipped and stable.
“You’re too pretty to be so shy,” I am told by a man with fishing hooks for fingers… so I sing and sigh in song, like sirens ‘neath his boat.
I am skinned from the sea three
Anatomy of a DeadgirlMy skeleton is a barbed wire framework glossed over with spun glass and glitter-glue stars.Anatomy of a Deadgirl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin is melted magma, sizzling upon contact and twisting in imperfections and pimples and moles.
My blood is poisoned snake's venom, thick black sludge that is retracted slowly by a razor's gnawing gore, withdrawn from a well deep within my soul.
My organs are burbling instruments, bubbling a glutinous rhythm.
My hands are hole-filled gloves sewn on to stubby, chubby stumps of arms.
My ribcage is a birdcage, trapping the anxiously fluttering butterfly that is trapped within my heart and desire.
My tongue is sandpaper, smoothing my words to no more than sawdust, falling limply to the floor in a kind of morose rain.
My brain is dust- and muck-filled [cobwebs stretched across those cells that change the mood], monster occupied, and afraid to think.
My eyes oscillate, glazed over with clouds and nightmares an