Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Stand Still Ch. 1Chapter 1Stand Still Ch. 15 years ago in Teen More Like This
Time stands still when
The last word was either cut off or was never spoken, the quote was never finished.
I stared at the wall of the Starbucks for well over 15 minutes just trying to figure out what the last words could have been to the quote. It was honestly starting to bother me and it seemed like a waste of Starbucks quote wall. Was it meant for us to guess? Or did he have a spontaneous brain aneurism before he finished it ?
As I was thinking of increasingly ridiculous reasons for the sentence not to be finished I heard the door of the shop open. I tore my eyes from the wall and looked up right as Blare was lightly stepping through the door.
Ive known Blare for 5 years and there is one thing that I will never ever see her do and that would be to cry. Shes probably the most resilient and uplifting person I know, and shes one of the best friends I will ever have.
Blare briskly walked to the table I was sitting at and flashed a warm
Chapter One of Lovely SoundChapter One of Lovely Sound.Chapter One of Lovely Sound6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Enter Main Characters.
The alarm rang loud and clear, disturbing Aikous wonderful dreams. She felt a shift in her bed; strands of hair fell upon her face. A soft voice whispered in her ear.
Get up lazy bum. They were certainly words of motivation, but Aikou paid no mind. She rolled over burying her head in her pillow. She let out a muffled sigh and replied with an angry no. Aikou felt a sudden rush of icy air fall upon her as the warmth was taken away. Aikou slowly turned her head, the demon was forced awake and it was not happy.
You know very well that I dont like being cold, my dear brother. Malicious words spewed from her mouth. Her brother laughed, angering the demon even more.
Then get up and get dressed my dear sister or we will be late. Her brother crossed his strong arms, Aikou sighed once more it was certainly a threat. She sat up, not quite ready to move but ready to talk. Get ready
Memoirs of A Mggle Brn Ch7 Pt5As we launched through the bathroom door, we were ready for anything. In the hall outside it was chaos, people running everywhere; students, teachers, most of them taking stances at the windows and firing downward. I guessed the enemy had not made it inside yet. That was one good thing at least.Memoirs of A Mggle Brn Ch7 Pt53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How are we ever gonna find Harry in this bedlam?" yelled Ron, over the loud smash of another window breaking.
"Let's head back towards the Room of Requirement! That's where he'll look for us!" I shouted back, and we took off running.
It was slow going owing to the crowded hallways and the fact that our arms were weighed down with the fangs. On the fourth floor we ran into Fred and George perched strategically in two broken window frames sending hex after hex down into the oncoming hoard.
"Reducto!" yelled Fred as he aimed his wand at someone on the ground. Second later he made a whooping sound and chuckled as a jet of green light sailed through the window and took the arm off a statue behind h
Orange skinOrange skin1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
MorganThere; it came yesterdayMorgan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A box with your name atop
Stitched perfectly in green; her favourite
Inside are yours; clothes, the last of you
Shaking, I hold it dear
Red socks, navy others
Leaning in, though I dare not touch
I realise I can't smell you
So it closes rapidly
Happy birthday, my boy
Over a decade and I still miss you like no other
In Your AbsenseIn your absence, I still feel itIn Your Absense4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Patterns drift across bare skin
Then the familiar; cold and distant
Seeps throughout the empty rooms
In your absence
Holding tightly, in silence
Shivers run dry
Fleeting memories fade with distance
Sentiments grow faint and flow
I still feel it
BlindBlind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop and stare,
I'll never care.
I'm only here,
to breathe the air.
To end my life,
you'd be glad to know...
I'm only here,
to make it so.
Did you think...
there was a time,
when I could become so blind?
I'm stupid enough..
to let you be...
when you're clearly using me.
cum sa orbesti inzilelenoastreia-ţi sufletul de mână şicum sa orbesti inzilelenoastre2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mută-te într-o sală de cinema
sau într-o casă cu geamuri din podea;
pune-i mâinile la ochi,
cere-i să-ţi spună ce vede
de fiecare dată când va spune
atathai,atat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
în câte bucăţele vrei,
oricum n-o să-nţelegi nimic.
Niebla de Murkrow -Vincent-Niebla de Murkrow -Vincent-3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Niebla de Murkrow
Ni si quiera sabía realmente como es que había llegado a ese lugar, a ese bosque. Se recordaba a si mismo por los alrededores de Ciudad Heft, investigando tranquilamente. Cuando de pronto un pokémon pájaro, un Murkrow, llamó su atención y lo condujo hacia el interior de aquel bosque.
Todo estaba lleno de neblina, y era blanca, cubriendo el suelo y parte del ambiente. De esa forma se hacía casi imposible el poder ver algo. Estaba seguro de que si alzaba una mano tampoco podría verse los dedos, y eso que los tenía pegados a si mismo.
Podía escuchar algo así como risas a su alrededor, como voces, como gruñidos, incluso como alaridos. Era escalofriante, para que mentirse. Y cada vez que miraba a su alrededor podía vislumbrar perfectamente como varios pares de ojos lo observaban desde todos lados.
Solamente tragó saliva, era lo único que
Looking for My TrueI alienate myself from youLooking for My True3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you are too good for me
Or am I not good enough for you
If I take the risk
You could hurt me and if I dont I hurt myself
I question my worth
Can I be good enough for anyone
Could anyone want the mess that is me
Self imposed exile or unknowingly forced by humanity
What can I do to make you want me
What can I do to raise my value
A life without love breaks the mind
And mine has shattered
a thousand pieces on the floor
Like a demonic mosaic
Smiling like a cheshire cat
But the light shines through this now open crack
I rush for your light but it soon vanishes
Leaving me in the abyss of my mind
To shatter and defrature
Until I find the glue that is You
I can'tI am so very sorry.I can't2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not the shining pure star you thought me to be.
I'm not a white angel.
I do not wear this porcelain smile everywhere I am.
It is a mask for you and your kind.
It is a ruse.
I have known the dirt of the earth.
I have known my own sinful skin.
I have known a body
And a mind
Other than my own.
I have known the touch and bucking
The breath, the teeth, the bite.
I have known other things as well.
The chill of fear.
You have not seen me.
Screaming my terror to my bedroom walls.
Scratching at them with broken nails
Like a caged animal.
The dull throb of life seeping away between your fingers.
You have not seen me, bare naked and bleeding
Howling at a moon that will never listen to me.
I have known such pain
That I can't even strip it from me now.
I have known
I have known too much to give myself to you.
There is too much in me.
If I lose concentration for one second.
It may spill over and drown you too.
I have to tell you this. I have to bit
Paper Flowers: Chapter 7Last Time: While Wrath scurried out of the kitchen, Izumi allowed Alphonse to assume care of Edward; and she returned to the main area of the shop to shoo out customers and change the open/closed sign to 'closed.' She tossed off her white work body-apron next to the cash register.Paper Flowers: Chapter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When she returned to the kitchen, Sig was gathering items he thought would be necessary to transport Edward comfortably. Wrath stood warily in the corner.
"Wrath, help Alphonse," Izumi ordered, although she knew the boy did not need-and very likely did not want-assistance with his brother. She wanted Wrath to not be afraid of a frightening situation-or to be a useless spectator during one.
"He doesn't have tuberculosis. Get over there."
Wrath scampered to Edward and Alphonse without further protest.
Chapter 7 Big Brothers
Winry tiptoed to Edward's room and cracked the door open. To not draw attention to her entry fr
Paper Flowers: Chapter 8Last Time: Looking at Hughes in stunned amazement, Edward turned his gaze down to the anxious girl before him. He set the box on the counter and knelt to Elicia's level and outstretched his arms for a hug.Paper Flowers: Chapter 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Careful of his abdomen, she wove her dainty arms around his neck gently. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," he whispered, squeezing her snugly. "Thank you, Elicia." Edward released her and smiled. "Happy birthday!"
She turned and skipped to the table. "Now, let's have cake!"
Chapter 8 Exciting Tale of Adventure
Alphonse returned to his defensive position; his feet slid in the snow to set in a firm stagger-stance. His arms mirrored his legs: left forward, right back, and ready for action. Fingers angled toward his opponent, his hands curved open stiffly like a child preparing to feed a horse. His palms angled perpendicular to the ground, fingers tilted slightl
With YouWhen keeping closeWith You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch
Without a word, or look, I stay
In your presence
For I am grounded;
Stable and still
Happier with you
100TV2- AwayI believe my hipbones were made100TV2- Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you could run your fingers
and my collarbones are locked in
place for the sole purpose
of your teeth
I believe in the power that made
an agnostic praying in
a synagogue cry;
I believe in the something that
tipped the scales.
I believe in the way I still
can't draw breath thinking of
the train station,
the way I climbed into my
father's lap as a little girl
to watch him play piano
in that house,
one last time.
I believe in the beauty of
befriending my mother;
I believe in saying the words
aloud, even if you
know they know
you mean it.
I believe in cellos and electric guitar.
I believe in french fries and ice cream.
I believe in sex
and naked tickle fights,
and inside jokes
and meaning "forever."
I believe in going away
only half as much as
I believe in coming back.
I believe in the first times,
the third times,
100TV2- RotThese days you don't come up much,100TV2- Rot1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that's a lot easier.
I like to write about it
but I've never liked to talk.
These days, sometimes I wonder if
you're ever going to stagger back
into my existence with your cowboy
charm that always felt misplaced within
It's a lot easier
to write you off as a has-been, never-would've-been,
to claim so surely that you are going to rot in whatever
drug-coma you stumble into first,
but it's impossible
to square the you that took my virginity
with the you that still won't say my name.
There was a little boy beneath all those muscles
and he was always crying;
you were able to beat him to silence for awhile.
There was a little boy
and you refused to see him.
These days it's stopped hurting quite so much,
sometimes I wonder whether
you'll ever let him see the sun.
Sometimes I wonder whether
she freed you in a way I never could.
Sometimes I wonder whether
you've finally become happy.
Logic and Love IIf this was about logic, I'd be long gone.Logic and Love I1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd have run at the first belly-quaking laugh,
Sprinted into a single-girl sunset
With a bottle of booze.
You would be a dirty fantasy of
And I would
Tell my college friends about
The hot younger guy who hit on me.
If this was about logic, I'd be your wet dream.
I'd be dancing filthy with everyone who looked my way,
Back to my semi-sluttish habits.
You would be a glimmer on
The back of my mind
And I would
Tell my best friends about
The hot younger guy I almost kissed.
If this was about logic, I'd be a different kind of unhappy.
I'd bury my problems in anger and
It would tear me apart.
You would be a beautiful "almost"
In my periphery
And I would
Vow never to fall in love
With anything but the idea of it.
Telling You...I spend so much time crying,Telling You...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I forget to check for rain.
Those days when things are better
come for precious minutes,
moments without needles
in my brain matter,
The wind could be your breath;
I turn and a weight drops
between my ribs
If you touched me I might melt,
crumble beneath your fingertips,
fall apart and unravel, disintegrate.
I might stop breathing.
It would be that good.
Telling you everything.
Routine Inevitably it will get dark while I'm reading entire novels in the bathtub. While I'm watching my skin for signs of the blood highway beneath it, pretending I have wide hips and small breasts and a tan.Routine1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Inevitably I will crawl up the stairs to my flimsy mattress in my underwear, pretending I don't notice how many people have found their way into the house. We don't party here, no; we talk and are generally disruptive.
I will fall asleep to the sounds of their voices, familiar if not precisely comforting, wondering where my roommate is and whether I will open my eyes tomorrow to see shadows or sunshine.
A car door slams. He raises his head a fraction, eyes blurry from impending sleep. Deciding it isn't a threat, he resumes lounging in my bed with his clothes on the floor.
SimplyIt's simply that,Simply1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am simply farther in.
It is simply painful,
to be so simply, singularly posessed.
It is an atrocity the likes of which
I believe you cannot comprehend
to love you.
To love you
from a distance despite the immeasurable
strength of the bond I used
to reach for
It's simply that,
I feel simply alone.
A Request, ThenThere are long days when I forget I'm even here. Days when I find the sun setting and I have barely moved from the spot in which I awoke. Days like this one, when I scarcely recognize the damage I can cause.A Request, Then1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are days when I lose things; there are days when I have it so together there's no light shining through.
I am aware of every movement I make, of every thought that flashes in my brain. I am aware of my impact.
Then there are these days when I demolish without looking twice.
I wanted to tell you how much I wanted to walk away. How much I wanted to slam the door and apologize to the silence of you starting to hate me. I wanted to compartmentalize every beautiful moment you gave me and never reopen that closet in my brain where I store things too good for me.
It's a chisel to my ribcage, the way you assume me up an ability to loathe you. With knives against my throat I could never loathe you.
There are days when I loathe myself, days when I can't get out of the maze of tunnels u