Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.Taught to love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The DescriptionHe drinks coffeeThe Description3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its the art of seduction,
and quite honestly
when he does it
it might as well be.
You'll catch him
frowning into it
as he hastily scribbles
in a notebook
to make the world
El cambia a español
en la mitad del frase
and I don't think
he even realises.
He loves the world
that to be a part of it
leaves you feeling
He makes the world seem
to contain his love
and when he smiles,
because he reminds me
that there is hope
to be had.
For the world,
For people like us.
He is soil,
Salt of the earth,
of everything good
that will grow from
He is a ramshackled
waking up to
the realisation that
he is an innovator;
and that his passion
could change the world.
ghostwriterhere, everyone’s pupils are dilatedghostwriter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and skin is stretched too tight
to expose the wind-swept spider webs
writhing beneath their porcelain composure
here, the shadows are afraid of us.
(and it is our desire
to finally come down to that place
at night, the rigid ghosts rock me to
sleep. their cardboard hearts and
inky eyes just begging to be seen
(it is only in the
darkness that I am
perceived to be more
than I am; holy
star to guide them
the current carries my name,
I have spent too little
too long on rivers that
only flow south
I vomit up saltwater and
try to remember,
Snow (Tenth Doctor x Reader)Snow (Tenth Doctor x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You and the Doctor found yourselves bursting through the TARDIS doors, completely out of breath. You were being chased by a bunch of angry vespiforms after accidentally landing in their hive. It was a narrow escape but the two of you had managed to get away in time (with some help from the Doctor's trusty sonic screwdriver, as always). After catching your breath you staggered to your feet. The Doctor was immediately on his and bounding towards the glowing console. You skipped after him.
"Where to next?" you asked. The Doctor's face lit up.
"You're quite the eager one, (f/n)," he grinned at you. He seemed impressed. You took this as a compliment and blushed slightly.
"Can we go somewhere nice?" you asked with a smile.
"Coming right up!" The Doctor gave you a cheeky wink and fiddled with the console. With a final pull of the Wibbly Lever, there was the familiar whooshing noise and the TARDIS pulled into motion. You and the Doctor were thrown off of your feet in seconds.
Shadowy MemoriesShadowy Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My past is a shadow,
It goes wherever I go
And when I die,
My shadow will dance
In the light of the world no more.
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beatsI Was Once Told My Heart Beats3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,Just One More3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.
Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.
Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.
A Day In The Mind Of Lalna - Part 4, GamesLalna spent most of the days now to himself. The concoction glowed, warning him, threating him from where the scientist held it in his pocket. He felt an eerie ambiance clutch at his thoughts, as if he wasn’t able to shake the horrible ones.A Day In The Mind Of Lalna - Part 4, Games3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The scientist looked up to see a familiar face. Xephos, with his starry midnight eyes and red adventure’s coat. In some dark way, Xephos almost looked like Ridge. Sure, his coat only reached a little below his waist, and Xephos never had any golden cruelty in his eyes, but somehow… the way they held themselves was familiar.
“Hello,” the scientist almost had to force out the word.
In the dim light of Lalna’s lab, as he enjoyed working by tallow light, Xephos looked older. Each of the scars on his face were outlined, especially one that dragged down his mouth. He was already abnormally tall, around 6’4, but even in the dark he seemed more long and lanky.
“Are you alright?
MatterIt is only a matter of timeMatter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until the stone lays down with the sheep
Rested firmly above the holes
where our eyes used to be.
It is only a matter of matter
until epitaph and eulogy diminish to dust
becomes the eternal home,
not where our souls used to be.
It is only a matter of fact
that our words will become reductionist, redundant,
the world will forget
where our words used to be.
ParchmentI speared you with a black-ink pen.Parchment3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I tried to balance the weight
of our weare-worn shoulders.
Tried to counter it with beauty
and hopefulness , with my hopes,
persistence & with my dark love.
They came to see it in hundreds,
Droves, of similarly seeking
hope and a reason to continue.
Reasons to love, even when it
hurts. Reasons to try when the
vast weight of differences 'tween
us can't be fixed by adding
a single strike of strength
through the middle. Our love
wasn't strong enough for poetry
to save. It crumbled to nothing
but the paper beneath the pen, and
my half broken voice whispering a
tale of our forgotten, broken, love.
Zoethian :: Old and New :: Part 4Tanya bit her tongue, probably deciding whether or not to charge out there.Zoethian :: Old and New :: Part 43 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Rythian read her eyes. “Zoey, protect the animals and Tee, keep a lookout. Tanya and I’ll scope out the area for a bit.”
Zoey, slipping into her normal role as the protector of animals, nodded. She couldn’t hide the glance at Tanya.
The Endergirl pursed her lips. “I’m a girl of my word, Zoeya. Don’t let that cloud you.”
The Technomage smiled before disappearing outside, Rythian’s hand falling against his leg.
The mask of relaxation melted off Tanya’s face, revealing fuchsia eyes. “What’re we going to do?”
Rythian ran a hand through his hair, realized what he was doing and stopped. Tanya had a bit of a smirk playing on her lips.
“You remember your training?” Rythian asked.
Tanya raised an eyebrow at him. “’Course I do.”
Rythian nodded. “Alright, then.”
He unsheathed his Red Matter sword, headin
Zoethian :: Old and New :: Part 5 / FINALThey say many things about death. How it can kill so many more, break the insanity of another, shatter the love for someone.Zoethian :: Old and New :: Part 5 / FINAL3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I always think of it as a door. You hear a knock on it, when it is time, and death calls to you. She is in the form of a little girl, pure-black eyes and stark-white curls. She is beautiful, in her own way.
When you die, they say sometimes people leave on a legacy. Heroes did, does that mean regular humans, too? We have a tombstone, as our bodies rot away inside a coffin.
Do we live? Perhaps us humans are just a shell: it is what we are on the outside, but in death it is our soul that moves on.
The first blow Rythian gave, the Enderking fell gracelessly, his inky body creating an oil spill in the middle of the forest.
Zoey sprinted through the area, making sure everyone was alright. Rythian had ordered her to do that… to get her mind off things.
He found Tanya’s body near the oil spill, the skin charred and smoking.
“I found you so soon, Ta
A Day in the Mind of Lalna - Part 5, Face ItIn that room, with everyone from the server standing around a table, even without their usual getup (Ridge had put them in jeans and cotton T-shirts, “Suited for battle,” he said.), they radiated power, and in some cases… despair.A Day in the Mind of Lalna - Part 5, Face It3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Xephos kept looking at the ceiling angrily. None would question him leader, but the fact that he stood on the same platform as Lalna and the others did, that send worry into their hearts.
Lomadia tried to catch Lalna’s eye. No doubt they were the strongest pair together, technology and strategy; they’d be hard to beat. It was like the usual Survival Games Ridge put on, but this had a different air to it. Lalna was sure Lom felt it too.
Nobody spoke. Honeydew seemed to stare through the walls, one hand tucked beneath the other, stroking his beard. Rythian paced the floor, his violet eyes tinted blue in thought. Zoeya sat cross-legged, calmly awaiting Ridge’s reappearance.
The fiery technomage caught the scientist’s ey
How Does That Make You Feel?I'm sure you remember the "glory days,"How Does That Make You Feel?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you wrote your name in cement,
and carved it into the bark of dead trees.
When you weren't too cold, you blanketed yourself in the snow
and made snow angels,
And when you weren't too hot, you were daring enough to dive into
the deep end, even though so many people had drowned before.
You were strong enough to pull a sleigh full of people,
but weak enough to fall apart when someone else took your place.
Don't you remember?
You always said that fate and love and anything in between was a pile of bullshit,
but secretly, in the wrinkles of your noggin, you believed.
You were childish enough to say that Santa was real,
but mature enough to know that life was a cruel place, and a lot of people were great fiction writers.
You found long nights with the fireflies appealing, and kept them (like your dreams) in a tiny glass jar.
when you realized fate and love really was a pile of bullshit.
When you loved reading the fiction you warned me
YogFic-Living Hell|Chapter 3| Lost and Found Martyn, Sam, Tom and Toby cautiously and quietly dropped the ladder, making little or no noise. Martyn turned around and looked at Hannah. “If we aren’t back in an hour- we are probably dead.” Martyn said. Hannah nodded and hoped the mission wouldn’t kill them. Last thing anyone would want is the entire Dream Team wandering the streets as mindless zombies…or having to shoot them before they turned…YogFic-Living Hell|Chapter 3| Lost and Found3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The group slowly climbed down the ladder, one at a time. No walkers were in the ally way, thank god. After everyone got down, they started walking into the street, then saw how many walkers there were. “The hospital must have been packed- look at all the buggers!” Sam whispered. “Yea…How the hell are we going to get across?” Toby whispered. Martyn looked around, and then saw a little opening from behind one of the buildings. “We’ll go from behind there,” Martyn said, pointing to the open
A Day in the Mind of Lalna - Part 8, WorldsA cry of pain escaped the scientist. Israphel looked him directly in the eyes, and Lalna crumbled to his knees.A Day in the Mind of Lalna - Part 8, Worlds3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Every touch, every whisper, every scream was all coming back to Lalna now. Everything he knew of Tanya, of Xephos, of Lomadia, of his friends – that couldn’t be fake. But it was.
Agony rippled through his muscles, his blood feeling like it was turning to fire. Tanya’s face, her azure eyes as she smiled at him. “Come on, Fumblemore. Let’s let you see some daylight, huh?”
Every emotion, every feeling, every sense Lalna gave to others – began to fade away. His eyes glowed like coals, as his own identity – what made him, him – began to burn. “NO!” He howled.
Zoeya’s screech as she fell through the crossfire. Sjin’s wicked grin. Lalna wasn’t known as Lalna then. He was Livid. More dangerous, more driven. But as he fought Sjin across the skies, Livid began to fade. The scientist-mage found himself c
Kinda-a-request-but-not-really Zoethian OneshotHey guys! So, uh, today I'm gonna do something a bit different. Ginjaninja was wondering if someone could do a fic about where Rythian has to look after Zoey. I said I would, and here it is. Basically, I'm rewinding to the part where Tee is stuck in the obsidian cage, and R&Z are just going to rescue him. It starts at the part where Rythian is going over the hill, and shouting "Sjin, you little bastard!" Enjoy!Kinda-a-request-but-not-really Zoethian Oneshot3 years ago in Drama More Like This
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I thought I'd be seeing you soon." said Sjin with a nasty smirk. "You're just in time-I was just preparing the knives for cutting the dinosaur meat." Rythian snarled, and his purple eyes glowed menacingly.
"Well, I'm here now, see? Unarmed, alone, completely at your mercy."
His tone hardened.
"Now let Tee outta that freakin cage!"
Sjin smiled and pulled out his mining laser. Laug
Yogfic-Living Hell|Chapter 2| Phone Call Simon and Lewis ran to Duncan’s office to see a note on the door. Lewis grabbed the note and started to read it. “Went to go see what is taking Chris, Paul and Steven so long- be back soon. Duncan.” Lewis read out loud. “Shit! He is out there?!?” Simon said. Lewis nodded and the two froze with fear when they heard banging on the window and groaning. They opened the door to see Duncan knocking on the window with Chris, Paul and Steven behind him. “Open the window! Hurry!” Duncan said. Simon opened the window and the four guys came in, all of them looking like they definitely encountered the walkers. “I’m guessing you met our new neighbors…” Simon said sarcastically. “We were walking back and thousands of them just came out of the hospital! We ran all the way here and had to climb up the fire escape!” Paul said. “Did any come close to you? Are any of you bit?” Lewis asked. “No, soYogfic-Living Hell|Chapter 2| Phone Call3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;Evil, Beautiful, Fireflies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.
They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.
They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.
They hum silently,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.
I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
More than you ever could do,
My precious red fireflies.
They want me to die,
To jump, to fly.
They want to own me.
They want to set me free
And make it so it can be
And my precious red fireflies.