wanderlust, and what i knowi know things.wanderlust, and what i know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd like to pretend to the listening frost on car windscreens
that i know these things from the song of birds down my ears.
'a little birdy told me' they say, but what they're forgetting
is that birds, if they could talk, wouldn't waste time telling
humans other peoples's secrets when they could be teaching
me how to grow featherdown and fly. yet here i am, a bird
telling scraps of paper what i do and don't know.
Summer Boy I met a boy with long, dark waves of hair,Summer Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That cascaded and broke on his shoulders,
And eyes blacker than the deepest starry night.
His skin was like golden sand,
As soft as sapphire silk,
With a disposition as bright,
As fireflies in a warm sunset field,
With a voice as sweet as warm honey,
And as pleasant as the hum of lazy bees.
He warmed my Spirit, and thawed my soul,
With words as lovely as freshly bloomed flowers,
Whispered delicately into my ear of ice.
Words that had gone unheard for centuries and eons,
In the chilled, desolate tundra that was my mind.
He fought his way through the flurries of freezing rejection that battered him,
Broke the seemingly indestructible walls of ice,
That had hidden me so well through the years,
Shattered the doors of my iceberg heart with a single glance and word,
And, with soft, cautious gestures, brought me out of the cave I made out of loneliness.
I had lived in my
I Wear a Scarlet LetterI wear a scarlet letterI Wear a Scarlet Letter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside my insidious chest
Adorned so beautifully and heavily
That I can find no rest
She Is....I pulled the last piece of clothing from the hanger, releasing a cloud of dust. The particles entered into my lungs and I coughed as I held the shirt up for inspection. It was red, and thin; extraordinarily so - an image of her flashed into my mind and I cringed back, dropping the shirt into the box at my feet. I shoved my fists into my eyes, forcing back the tears forming there. Gasping, I picked up the red shirt again, holding it to my chest, cradling it. It was so, so thin. We used to be able to wear each other's clothes whenever the urge struck, but then…She Is....2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was wearing a red shirt that day, too, and the wind is blowing her dark hair from her face. The water below her is rippling, distorting her frowning reflection.
"Ariy? Do you think people don't talk to me because of the way I look?"
I drift to her side, looking down into the water. Two girls, exactly the same, wearing different clothes. I don't say anything - I just stare at the mirror below us.
I should have sai
I Am The Wolf I am the wolfI Am The Wolf6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I reside
Deep down inside.
I may be young
But don't misjudge
Because the wolf
Can bear a grudge.
Now, listen well
To hear my cry
Clear as a bell
Soft as a sigh.
Hetalia: National MottosAxis Powers:Hetalia: National Mottos3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
-Kingdom of Italy (1861-1946): Foedere et Religione Tenemur (FERT) (Latin: We are held together by pact and by religion)
-Italian Social Republic: Per l'onore d'Italia (Italian: For honor of Italy)
Germany: Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit (German: Unity and justice and freedom).
-East Germany: Proletarier aller Länder, vereinigt Euch! (German: Workers of the world, unite!)
-German Empire: Gott mit uns (German: God with us)
-Nazi Germany: Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer (German: One people, one empire, one leader.)
-Empire of Japan: 八紘一宇 (Hakkō ichiu) (Japanese: All the world under one roof)
England: Dieu et mon droit (French: God and my Right).
America: In God We Trust (official) and E pluribus unum (Latin, Out of many, one) (de-facto)
China:: (Post-Communist) No official motto.
-Republic of China: 禮義廉
HeartI left my heart's door open,Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no one walked in.
I laughed but no one laughed with me.
All that's left is a symphony.
It's coming from the back of my heart.
I'm waiting for someone to hear it.
Will you listen?
Hetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack FanfictionTECHNECLLY THIS ISN'T A FANFICTION. THIS IS REALLY A TEXT CONVERSATION RIGHT BEFORE OUR ANIME CLUB MEETING BETWEEN MY SEXAH FRIEND AND ME WHILE WE WERE PRETENDING TO BE ITALY AND GERMANY. ALSO IF YOU NOTICE ANY CHARACTER FLAWS DON'T BRING IT UP BECAUSE I HAVE ALREADY MOST LIKELY NOTICEDHetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack Fanfiction4 years ago in Humor More Like This
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK:
North Italy- Germany! Do you have a mama? I bet you do and I bet she makes lots of tasty food like pasta! If you do have a mama, Germany, would it be okay with her/you if she gave me a ride after anime club?
Germany- Of course, Italy.
Italy- Thank you Germany! I love you so much!
Germany- I . love you too Italy.
Italy- GERMANY :''''D I LOVE YOU TOO!
Germany- Yeah yeah I know
Italy- I'll make you pasta now, Germany!
Germany- Good I'm hungry.
Italy- Okay, I'll fix it right up! Don't go running to France again, okay?
Germany- Fine I'll stay here and watch you make it
Italy- Okay! Here I go! I'll chop up your potatoes just like you li
Request for mewmew500UnderstandingRequest for mewmew5005 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roderich did not understand, and he did not enjoy that feeling.
Roderich did not understand why Gilbert insisted on spending the days lazing about his house. (Really, wasn't Gilbert's house good enough for that-)
Roderich did not understand how Gilbert got into his house every day. (He knows he locked all those doors, did Gilbert steal a key-)
Roderich did not understand why Gilbert was the first to get into his pastries. (He made those ones for Elizaveta, Gilbert why-)
Roderich did not understand what attracted Gilbert to his music like a moth to the flame. (Gilbert was much to crude for the enjoyment of music-)
Roderich did not understand why he enjoyed playing for Gilbert. (Maybe a soothing of the beast that was Gilbert-)
Roderich did not understand why he allowed Gilbert in his house. (Maybe the house was too big for just him, he really should get a smaller house, but all the memories-)
Roderich did not understand why he called G
Strength From WithinI am waiting for the warm tears to stop fallingStrength From Within3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am waiting for the piercing pain to end
I am waiting for someone to find me
I am waiting for my time to come
I am waiting for someone to pick me back up whenever I fall
I am waiting for true equality
I am really waiting to be able to freely ask what I want
I am waiting to smile the smile I use to always have
I am waiting to be able to express my true feelings
I am waiting to speak my mind
I am waiting to grow strong
I am waiting to prove my true potential
I am truly waiting to find the reason why I am alive and existing
I am waiting for something in life to truly capture the essence of feeling
I am honestly waiting for the chance to open up again
I am waiting to be reunited with the person that I look up to
I am waiting to be looked up to
I am waiting to prove my intelligence
I am waiting to become what I have always wanted to
BlindI see.Blind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then I shout, you don't hear me...
Your ears are deaf,
And your eyes are blind.
Can't you see how much
You hurt me?
I touch my shattered broken heart
Lying on the ground
I whisper to it softly,
"Shh.... It will be okay..."
And wish the pain away.
You glance at the scene from afar.
I narrow my eyes and prepare to shout
How much you hurt me emotionally
But only a whimper comes out.
So I bite my lip
And hold my heart
Hoping that it won't fall apart
In front of you
Because this pain
This hidden pain...
Is the one thing
I can't show to you.
Shattered GlassI'm fine.Shattered Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only walking on shattered glass.
I only have to step in it every day;
I ever liked you
Ever wanted you
Ever needed you
Next to me...
But each painful crunch is a reminder
Of why I cared for you
Why I liked you
And why I went so far only to have it
All shatter and break benath my feet.
So if you ask me how I'm doing
I'll say I'm fine
While gritting my teeth
At the pain of the shattered glass.
Things in German ~Prussia X Reader~It was a warm summer day and I was laying in a meadow with my best friend Gilbert Beilschmidt, a exchange student from Germany. We always go here whenever we need to get away from our families. Random questions started going through my head suddenly. You see, I’ve known Gil for a few years and I’ve always wanted to learn German, but I never asked him to teach me. For some reason, that thought never crossed my mind.Things in German ~Prussia X Reader~2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey Gil?” I asked my German friend. He grunted an acknowledgment towards me. “What is ‘I’ in German?”
“Vell zhat depends. Do you mean ‘eye’ as in eyeball, or ‘I’ as in you?”
“‘I’ as in me.” I said. He opened his crimson eyes and sat up. Yes, I said crimson. His eyes are red, deal with it.
“Ich” he said.
“Okay, how about ‘love’?” I asked. I swear he blushed a little bit.
“How about ‘summer’?
A Penny for Her Thoughts"....no....n-no...don't leave...p-please.... don't go.... PAUL!!!!!!!!"A Penny for Her Thoughts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She jolts up in her bed. Tears pour down her flushed face. Our confused character draws the covers near to her beating heart, trying to breathe between the heavy sobs.
Rain patters on her window. She loves rain, but her sobs drown out the sound of it.
"It-it was only just a... A dream! A dream!" She's talking to herself quietly. It's a habit that began only a few months earlier. Her sobs have subsided for the moment. She's nervously running her hands through her hair. "He...he didn't reject me in real life... Not yet..."
Our unknown character is scared to death of being rejected once more. She was an innocent spirit in this darkened world, but one rejection forced her to come out of her shell and hurt.
"Shhh... It's okay... Take it easy girl..."
She rocks back and forth. Her thoughts are racing endlessly. Racing thoughts normally didn't end up well.
"Th-there's still a chan
Red On Your SkinStiles was silent on the other end of the line. Derek could hear the rises and falls of his breathing. Even over the phone he knew that Stiles’s eyes were wet and tears were on the verge of falling from those big brown eyes.Red On Your Skin3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Stiles, I can hear you breathing.” He wanted to yell. No, he wanted to scream. But Derek knew that it would just make things worse. “You can’t just run off like that.” He said the words slowly, and calmly. He said them one word at a time so that Stiles had time to react. “I was really worried about you.” He heard Stiles take in a deep breath over the receiver.
“Stiles, please, tell me where you are so I can come get you.” Both Derek and Stiles knew that Derek could just track Stiles’s scent. But Derek was working on this “trust” thing and his gut was telling him that Stiles would just be angry if he tracked his scent when he wanted to be alone.
Silver FoxSilver Fox3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Above ground, but buried
I'm biting my nails until I bleed
Trapped in a cage of steel
Let me out, let me feel
Vanity will be the death of me
Only when I pass I will be free
I'm not alone, what we produce appeal
I beg you, let me out, let me feel
Euthanize me, before I'm skinned alive
I chew my hands, I will never survive
Nothing but a product of consumption
Who will stand with me in objection?
I'm sore, I'm aching
Amputated, bones breaking
I'm a silver fox
Insane NormalityDon't fit me in your formInsane Normality3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For i'm far from the norm
Don't try to contain
All that's in my brain
makes us insane
"In a mad world,
only the mad are sane"
Edge of InsanityTip me to the edge of insanityEdge of Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch my heart
Watch as the mask I so carefully placed
Shatter to a million pieces
Under your beautiful eyes
Which caused all the pain
Look into my eyes
That hide pain in them
From the outside world
And yet not a soul knows
...not even I know, at times
Watch as I slowly go numb
Shoving back memories into
My bleeding heart
Wishing back for the days
That I was happy and oblivious
Can't you see how much I hurt?
Perhaps my mask hides me
A bit too well...
DisillusionedBlack streets in the dawning lightDisillusioned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we punch out dissonant tap dances
in high heels grinding out freedom
on the south side of suburbia
we remember the lost stars
and wonder if we're just faking,
or if our souls have curled up
in the night and relinquished
their heartbeats to the sound
of the storms of traffic.
Cultural obsessions hold bottles
of vodka, wishing they could feel
the bacterial cultures bunching
in their battered chests.
Hyper but flaccid
we slump behind screens
and pour out missives in broken english
pushing keys into our fingers
slip sliding into madness
and sadness, and when we die,
we do it for the lulz.
CalmAll around is calmCalm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm a vessel of non-movement
My mind ran off
To an alternative way of being
All is the same
Yet this consciousness sees it now
As something new and unique
Something lighter and more basic
There isn't struggle anymore
There is nothing to fight for
Nothing can take away my existence
As it never belonged to me
A to Z GerIta Drabbles. AA to Z GerIta Drabbles.A to Z GerIta Drabbles. A4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Yay! Another new story! I love this pairing. I was debating this, Spamano, PruHun or USUK. I need some suggestions for later chapters so send them in, ok? Thankies!!!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: A is for (not apples) amnesia.
Ludwig received a call in the middle of the night. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. He listened to the phone ring a few more times, hoping that maybe it would just stop. Deciding it was an important call he decided he should pick it up. At first he thought it was his boss or his drunk of a brother but instead it turned out to be a stranger's voice.
"Ludwig Bielschmidt?" a woman's voice asked. The womans voice was completely unfamiliar to Ludwig. Ludwig wiped his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. The seriousness of her tone sent shivers down Ludwig's spine.
"Ja. Who is this?" Ludwig asked. He sat up, his bed groaning in protest. The covers slid off his shoulders, the chilly air wreathi
Not Coming home.Stiles sat in the kitchen with an oversized coffee cup in front of him. His elbow perched up on the table as he leaned into it. The steam from the warmth of the cup was long gone. Stiles ran his finger over the rim of the cup.Not Coming home.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“She’s awake,” Scott’s broken voice shattered the silence that was swallowing Stiles alive. Stiles glanced up for a moment to catch Scotts eye. His face was lit in a sympatric smile; Stiles nodded but didn’t smile, he refused to smile. Scott left to the bed that was by the large window of the loft.
Stiles could hear him mumble words of comfort. Comfort that was numbing to the reality that was twisting in his own stomach; Stiles stared down at the coffee cup. He poured himself a glass, but he knew he wouldn’t drink it.
Stiles felt his chest tighten up, his heart was heavily beating against the weight the dense air he was inhaling. His body was tired and numb. He didn’t want to feel anything, he didn’t want to see any