Tu me perteneces a mi (ArgxChile/UKxChile)Cuando Martín levanta la mirada de su cuaderno de dibujo para ver qué es lo que hace Manuel, el chico que vive frente a su casa y en el cual la ventana de su habitación da, no espera tener que toparse con esa escena. Manuel se mueve de un lado para otro, haciendo gestos con el celular en la mano; su boca se abre y luego su ceño se frunce y parece tan hastiado. Martín intenta restarle importancia, pero no puede y se agacha para buscar el lápiz en el suelo.Tu me perteneces a mi (ArgxChile/UKxChile)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Al incorporarse, ve a Manuel lanzar el teléfono hasta su cama y sentarse en ella, tomándose la cabeza con ambas manos. También mira hacia la habitación de su vecino y Martín (quien es mayor por un año y es argentino, oh sí, ha nacido en Mendoza) levanta su cuaderno con una leyenda. Manuel sonríe levemente.
- ¿Estás bien?
Entonces también busca desesperadamente algunas hojas, porque todo está mal en él y escribe rápido, dejando ve
The Soda Can (A poem by me...)How did I arrive hereThe Soda Can (A poem by me...)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this abandoning, dreadful street
Being dragged and displaced
And kicked by blind, ignorant feet
In a much more delightful place
Alongside the ones
Identical to myself, encased.
Unexpectedly taken from my shelf
Carried by a stranger to a cold dark place
I was companionless, just myself
Alone in the frigid, cryptic room, abiding
Once again abducted from my commonplace
Suddenly I was bursted open
A hole on the top of my head, seeping out
I then was empty and drained
I was no longer abounding
Tossed to the ground
I lay there waiting to be picked up
Yet I'm still here, neglected
I still ponder how it happened
To me, an innocent,
Blameless, inculpable and harmless
How did I arrive here
On this abandoning, dreadful street
Being dragged and displaced
And kicked by blind, ignorant feet?
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
DepressionWords.Depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should they mean anything to me?
They mean nothing.
Maybe I'm already dead inside,
or maybe I just don't care.
Wordless letters in formless lines,
they mean nothing.
Is this what depression looks like?
The urge to cover up and never leave your room?
It sneaks up on you unnoticed,
until it suddenly attacks your mind.
You just suddenly feel more sad.
It's easier to explode.
You can suddenly sleep a whole day away,
and never you will feel bad about it.
And when you do,
it gets worse.
You are caught.
You hate yourself,
for you cannot change it.
Light has become your frenemy,
for you long to see it,
but it hides away.
This makes the darkness creep up,
into your soul,
eat from your mind,
until there's only an empty shell,
How to find yourselfYou cannot possibly buy your true beauty, nor can you really work for it. You can only find it.How to find yourself3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In this world people are depending on each other, there are nearly to no things which you still have to do on your own. Ironically, people depend on each other, but they also put themselves on first place constantly. Life is a process. You find yourself new and anew all the time, until you're old, and have children and grandchildren.
This being said, we should accept ourselves how we are. We should see who we are, where we see ourselves and who we want to be. We should honour the ones who have long passed away, but have contributed so much to our world. - because everything we see and use in our today's world would never be exisiting if the humans didn't work together. We should also accept the fact that we are here to contribute something to this world, and we should think ahead into the future. What will be and what our contribution will help the world.
But that is long not all you have to
Before your eyes Ch1Before your eyesBefore your eyes Ch12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ch1: Dreams of the Past, Days of the Present
“Alright class, this is your first recess as fifth graders, that means you get to play on the big playground.” Mrs. Jones called to us as cheers broke out. “Great,” I thought. “Just the same as any other year. I‟ll still be playing all alone just on bigger scale.” The kids lined up at the door and looked eager to go out while I was lost on thought. “Elem, come on Elem, go play with the other kids.” Mrs. Jones said making the other kids snicker at me. Silently I nodded, a 'good girl' as always doing what the teacher said without question.
I went out and watched the other kids run wild going to the slides, the jungle gym, the fireman‟s pole, the kickball court, everything but the swings. I went over knowing that I was an outcast, friends were not for me in this world. I did have friends for a while but they always left me. „Best friend‟ what a lie,
When I come homeComing HomeWhen I come home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day when I'll come home,
I'll keep my memories,
everything I've ever known,
even all of my enemies
I've finally found a place,
to where I belong,
with all my grace,
I'll sing my song
I've searched for so long,
not to be alone,
now I have to be strong,
for all I've ever known
If today I come home,
I'll not go back to how it was,
not to be bound by any laws.
Because this is my home,
all I've ever known.
bedtime psychiatrythe kind of night thatbedtime psychiatry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feels like a morning, like
faked vintage photographs
of grey-skin people:
standing in front of the
(it just feels like the
thing to do.)
climbing up the wet drywall,
reaching for something they
know they won't find.
ribs trying to
break free through my
cold, naked flesh.
count my blessings on my
breath, and find
something wrong with
each single one.
replay of the
how does that make you feel?
never an actual
reply, just that smile
i understand you perfectly, but
[i just wish i knew what was wrong.]
[i just wish i knew what was wrong.]
You cannot save me from my lifeI lie face down on the railway tracks.You cannot save me from my life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming out his name.
You say you can save me,
But I am not something you can reclaim.
Discarded needles and empty cans,
Fill my space and steal my time.
They do nothing to take away this pain,
That grates away at my sanity
More and more these days.
Silhouettes of a life long dead,
Dance in the corners of my mind.
Flaunting what could have been,
In front of my cold eyes.
You told me you would be gentle.
You told me you would teach me how to breathe again.
You promised you would save from my pain,
You promised me a life; you told me I could live again.
At first you were a distraction,
An illusion showing I could be repaired.
Though the cracks broke through
And I fell down again.
I lie face down on the railway tracks.
I am waiting on the train.
To come and take me away.
He is calling out my name.
I told you from the start,
My fire was dying out.
I am not something you can reclaim.
You cannot save me
Love makes us do crazy thingsLove makes us do crazy thingsLove makes us do crazy things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it has affected me the worst.
I love you so, but you're killing me -
Clipping the wings that yearn to fly so high
And shattering a heart that needs to be whole.
I do the things
You ask of me,
And sacrifice so much
To keep you all happy, and safe in my arms
But all you do is fight me.
What have I done
To deserve this pain? I wonder.
Have I said something to push you, hurt you, make you sad?
No. Idon't remember doing such things.
Maybe my memory is faulty,
And I stumble to keep up and fix mistakes we both have made.
You live your life in happiness, while I stand at the sidelines wating
To help you if needed, ignoring my heart and what I feel, hear and know
Watching to love you again and help you back on your feet.
My own thoughts are useless to most, and I don't mind as long as you're near
To keep you in my heart and to let you know that I exist.
My ghost is there, as I fade away
To nothing and die
Artemis has PMSWhat Poseidon never understood was why registration was so important; unless Zeus had developed blindness in the last millennia and had managed to keep it from the rest of the Olympians. Surely he could SEE who was in front of him.Artemis has PMS4 years ago in Humor More Like This
'Hera?' For god's sake surely Zeus knew his WIFE was here!
'Yes darling.' Hera answered sarcastically.
'I said hello to you before we entered the throne room!'
'Yes but I need to know whether you are present NOW!'
'But...Yes I'm here.'
'God of messengers and you're service.'
'I thought you preferred god of kleptomaniacs.' Apollo said innocently,
'Shut it you annoying twurp!'
'Hay cool it little bro.'
'QUIET!' Zeus screeched over the top of the two arguing gods.'Dionysus?' He asked as if nothing had happened.
'Here as ever!'
'Artemis?' No reply, everybody looked to the goddess throne.'Apollo where
Bajka o Pajaku i MotyluBajka o Pajaku i Motylu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bajka o Pająku i Motylu
Wciąż i wciąż deszcz będzie padać
Jak łzy z gwiazdy
Wciąż i wciąż deszcz będzie powtarzać
Jak krusi jesteśmy"
Barwne motyle skrzydła skrzą się w promieniach późno-wiosennego słońca. Marzące o podniebnych podróżach Świerszcze przygrywają im do lotu. Ich cichy trzepot skrzydeł podziwiają Żaby, niezdarnie pr
Lirio de Sangre - Odisea 1.1Lirio de Sangre - Odisea 1.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. El visitante
"Amanecía ya cuando apareció por la avenida empedrada custodiada por robles casi tan ancianos como mi Maestro. Yo me disponía a ir en busca de mi sueño reparador, que tan bien me había ganado al poner en su sitio a un novato prepotente, cuando oí el indeciso golpeteo de los cascos contra los adoquines. Me asomé por la ventana de mi habitación, cuatro pisos por encima de la entrada principal, sorprendido porque alguien apurase tanto su llegada, y más me asombré al ver que se trataba de un humano.
Montaba un caballo blanco moteado de marrón que debía de haber conseguido en alguna de las aldeas cercanas; si no, no me explico que, pese a la firmeza con la que sujetaba las riendas, hubiera conseguido guiarlo hasta la misma puerta de nuestra casa. En cuanto desmontó, el animal, viéndose por fin libre de un cometido que, sin duda, consideraba desagradable, dio media vuelta y galopó abandonando a su jinete. Éste lo observó alejarse y después se giró par
Of OrigamiWords:Of Origami4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
truthforests cut down
and folded by
into origami boxes.
pineneedle skini wish you were herepineneedle skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to graze my
pineneedle skin, to hear my
breaths like quiet breezes through
leaves, each calling your name
to watch me with faithful eyes -
mumbling, fumbling -
as i nervously pick the
bark from a tree
You know what I mean?
'Cause I'm not even sure I do.
you'd probably smile that smile that
says i'm ridiculous, and
tell me that i always
think too much
i'd stop and feel the sweat
evaporating from my neck,
as cirrus drifted overhead,
minding their own business
and i'd listen the morningbirds that
don't need words to sing, and
Yeah, you're probably right.
BetrayalCan't think of itBetrayal10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It can't be true
As I look into the pit
You made me do this
With your lies,
I look at my fist
Full of the blood I despise
From your wretched face
I feel no remorse
Someone will take your place
There will be no recourse
For you have broken my trust
You have broken my heart
I have quenched my bloodlust
You caused it to start
Did you think I would fail?
It all changed from there
All because of your betrayal
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
BetrayedFriends,Betrayed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thats what we once were.
Once there was a time,
A time when you could look into my eyes,
see clearly the trust that I placed in you.
I was there for you.
I stood by your side.
When no one else believed you,
When no one listened to you,
To me you were worth much more,
more than gold,
more than diamonds.
I would have given up all the riches in the world,
just for you.
You were more than just a friend,
Never did I doubt you,
Little did I know what youd do,
You betrayed me,
when I least expected it.
In darkness I was left,
Not once did you regret your choice,
not once did you turn back.
Whenever I passed you on the street,
you walked by,
without a single thought.
When my name was mentioned,
You acted as if you never heard of it.
No more did I exist in your world.
Thousands of pages would not be enough
enough to express what I felt,
the way the pain burned inside me.
No longer do I trust,
Not even thos
Nipping At Your Nose (Jack Frost X Reader, Part 12Nipping At Your Nose (Jack Frost X Reader, Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who knows how long later, your [e/c] eyes snap open. The first thing you see is the moon through an open skylight. The second, a roaring fire. The third, is Jack.
He doesn't notice you're awake though. His head is in his hands, silvery-white hair poking out between his fingers. Your fingers and head are throbbing along with the beating of your heart, but you don't care.
"Jack!" You exclaim, successfully getting his attention. He raises his head, practically disbelieving at first, then when he sees you sitting up with your eyes open, a smile slowly makes an entrance onto his face. The teenage boy rushes over, sweeping you into his arms as you sob, "Jack, I thought that I would never see you again! I thought that I would become like him!" You bury your face into his chest as his hand graces your lower back that trembles from your crying.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. You see me now, I'm here now… You're too st
Oneironautin the dream i was happy.Oneironaut4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dancing in the
the drumbeat of my
warming my face,
as i turned. my
shut tight - laughingly,
knowing that [ nothing
i see will
even come close to
not a god, but
god-like, as time
folded itself into
corner of my fragile skull. silence
bursting from my lungs,
i am lost.
i am there.
i am beautiful.
faster than i can think, past
any event horizon, past
even my fingertips:
for nothing, but
the grass reaching for
me as i--
things you should've told me.1. You're going to be okay.things you should've told me.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. I haven't forgiven myself yet, but I'm getting there.
3. You can't make homes out of people. You can't make poems out of them, either.
4. Whatever you want to believe, you should know you made me happy.
5. You were always beautiful, even though I never said it aloud.
6. Writing about you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
7. Tucked between my lungs is a memory of the day you first smiled at me.
8. It's funny when you realise that I'm an atheist, and goodbye used to mean God be with ye.
9. I don't know the words for the way I felt when you first called me handsome.
10. Sometimes I started fights just to see if I could make you leave.
11. I stopped loving you somewhere in between the third drink and the fourth.
12. I went home that night and I couldn't remember your face.
13. I never read your letters - it would have been too sad.
14. Boys should be allowed to cry in public, too.
15. I wasn't built to handle forevers.
16. I can't listen
Flight of the Owl (Chapter 1)Owlkit's CeremonyFlight of the Owl (Chapter 1)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Leaves rustle and crunch as Owlkit padded through the camp. Leaf-bare is close by already? The tiny brown kit sniff the roughly packed floor. No sign of Horsekit. Where could his little brother be?! A resounding yowl answers Owlkit's question. He shrieked in fright.
"You can't have been scared by THAT Owlkit!" Horsekit mewed. Owlkit give him a devil's eye look. His green eyes are too squished up in laughter to see the nasty look. He pushed him and padded to Deerfall, squeaking and complaining.
"Owlkit!" Deerfall fall laughs. "You sound like a mouse!"
Owlkit make a face and point at Horsekit, who is still cackling. Deerfall rolled her eyes and scolds Horsekit.
"What's all the commotion?" A deep rippling mew asks. Horsekit and Owlkit turned.
"Shrewclaw!" Horsekit squeaked. they pad to him and tackle him to the ground. He easily throws them off. Owlkit and Horsekit laugh and begin playing with thier tails.
"I see you are as beautiful as ever." Shrewclaw mews