EnglandxReader HurtingEnglandxReader Hurting3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You picked up the match box, your hands trembling. Pulling out a match you stared down at the box at your feet.
It was filled to the brim with pictures. Pictures of you laughing, smiling with a man you no longer loved.
You flicked the match against the box, staring for a moment at the flame that appeared. Nudging the box further into the fireplace, you flicked the match in.
The pictures slowly burned, the gray smoke looking as heavy as your heart felt. Well, how it used to feel, now you were numb to emotion.
You lit another match, running the tips of your fingers through the flame.
"Love! I'm home!"
You flicked that match into the fireplace. His voice used to make your spirits lift, have you running for the door.
"Love?" He peeked his head into the living room and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry I was late again. My job, you know how it is."
You nodded, not bothering to get up. He sat next to you, loosening his tie.
writers blockeach word i writewriters block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems wrong
like the lines do not meet the paper
they do not belong
the pencil breaks
my earaser is dead
from scratching the paper
a hole rips
into the paper
the anger gets worse
the fire burns brighter
another crumpled paper
lies on the floor
a new clean paper
to destroy once more
.:: dear little shy moon ::.He traced her sun-kissed, freckled skin with the tips of his fingers, mapping the dots as though they were lonely stars, and her soft skin was the milky way. In the darkness of night, her body was light. Even when she tried to hide under the sea of blankets, he would feel her glowing, pulling her gently back for air. She was his little shy-moon. He loved the way her body could create beautiful landscapes as she lay curled, and he gazed at the accentuated curves of her back..:: dear little shy moon ::.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Softly spoken words and heavy inhaled breaths revealed her fragile ribcage, pressed sharply against her skin. She had been broken once before; her bones were branches waiting to break-through, and her limbs were the roots of a willow tree, endless and captivating. She held her chest while she slept; her heart imprisoned, tangled in the roots of her body, and the key lost somewhere in her dreams.
He whispered in her ear, “dear little shy-moon, one day your heart will be mine...” When he held her body clos
Rainy DayName: Rainy Day.Rainy Day1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: M/18 (Don’t make me ask for your ID)
Contains: Angst, T-cest, mature content (if you no like, don’t read)
By: Ryu-Amio (I own no turtles)
This just… sucks…
Had we known that the light drizzle of raindrops that began their decent early yesterday morning, had no intention of stopping, we might have been better prepared… and I would have had time to change my plans.
“Raph! Quit day dreaming and get more buckets dude!”
CrushCrushCrush8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you know how she feels?
Do you feel the same way?
Tell her how you feel casue she's
Tell her you love her,
Tell her you care
Tell her you'll always be there.
Lead her to the rainbows,
make her wishes come true
Tell her you care about her and
tell her you like her too. <3
SingSing4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sing me a love song
Sing me to sleep
Sing until reality
is better than my dreams
Sing to me quietly
a tender whisper in my ear
Sing a song with meaning
that I will forever hold dear
Sing to me fondly
say you love me with song
Sing to me passionately
it's been far too long
Sing to me bravely
I don't care how you sound
Sing to me softly
and watch my heart pound
Now sing to me darling
Sing with love
Sing until I feel as beautiful
as the brilliant stars above.
.:: you watch over me ::..:: you watch over me ::.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watch the trees in my front yard sway so gently, i begin to feel myself move slowly with the motion of the wind. it whispers softly in my ear, the way my lover would whisper sweet nothings to me in the early morning. i feel the hair on my neck tickle, and i shiver, as though the wind faintly brushes and kisses my skin tenderly.
my hair dances and twirls gracefully with the cool dawn breeze. i close my eyes and hear your voice all around me. you tell me that you love how passionately crimson my hair is, and that it suits me so perfectly. i laugh, and for a fleeting second, i feel you with me. i open my eyes, and watch the first aurora of light that glimmers- and i feel myself glowing under the warmth of the sunlight. euphoric colours of honey yellow, rose red and flesh coloured pink illuminate a glimmer of hope for the new day.
but i imagine that time stands still for me. for you.
what is love to you? i would ask. and you would answer the same: love i
CharismaticCharismatic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention
Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams
Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again
To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors
Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher
They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky
Now once alive
Now lost forever
.we buy flowers.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to watch them wither and die
just to see their once velvet petals
give up and fall
to the windowsill below
TLWMsT 15Maybe if you spoke like the moon,TLWMsT 152 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could understand you better.
Perfect TimingPerfect TimingPerfect Timing3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Butterflies fill my insides,
While I hear your smile traveling through the telephone.
Your painted purple finger nails.
They glide across the weak spot in the back of my neck.
Raising my hair.
Like an animal caught in the adrenaline rush of a fight.
You are my lullaby while I fall asleep at night,
Dreaming you’re here with our fingers interlaced.
You are the first cigarette of the day.
You hold the morning peace and serenity.
You’re as breathtaking as the first fresh step outside in the brisk of winter.
Melting in the heat you bring like the sun in spring.
You are as beautiful as the orange leaves on a new fall day.
Your rays bloom inside of me, as I am caught between the summer breeze.
Your intelligence glows like the stars in the night sky.
Your green eyes look beautiful in the moonlight.
I drip my passion into your soul,
The place where I feel fully comfortable and at home.
With every word you say I feel amazed.
You make me smile,
.saturday, ten.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fourteen p.m.- it's late and
i miss you
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Still Missing YouStill Missing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has made me doubt
What I originally thought were my wants.
I miss you.
I miss us.
With these thoughts, I'm not sure what to do.
And I don't know who else to trust.
I can't just go up to my friends and say this,
What would they think about my choices now?
But I can't help what I feel and miss.
I'm still trying to figure out how!
I mean, how can this happen?
How can this