wanderlust, and what i knowi know things.wanderlust, and what i know2 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.
I have Dreamed of You After years of knowing him, of seeing that wonderful man you held so close to your heart day after day, and who you dreamed of night after night, it was for no more.I have Dreamed of You2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
There were days that seemed hard and days that seemed like your world was going to end. You loved him with all of your heart, your mind, your soul.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
You missed his hot breath on your neck when he used to whisper good night. You missed his lips on yours, which seemed to have been made to fit so perfectly with yours. You missed his voice when he used to sing you to sleep or tell you everything would be alright like that fateful night he was ripped away from you.
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend t
In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the WorldsIn My Own Ashes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.
Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.
Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.
Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, never knowing how I died;
I go down and float in the sea of long forgotten souls
Long forgotten among these long forgotten shoals.
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusionAlone In The Crowd2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
Mirror, MirrorI can't stand the sight of my reflection.Mirror, Mirror1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Every time I see her, I cringe. Look at her - the dark shadows beneath her eyes, the slumped shoulders, the half-empty gaze that stares back at me. She's disgusting. She's a monster.
But is she real? Am I real?
I don't know.
Maybe she's the real one and the reason she looks the way she does is because she always sees me and is terrified that something horrible will happen. Maybe I'm the real one and I'm terrified that she's going to let that something occur.
Or maybe we're just the same person and I'm letting my thoughts become too unraveled. There's no such thing as another side to a mirror. It's just a piece of glass that reflects that which is in front of its surface. But then again, what do I know? Not much, if I'm being completely honest.
There are times where I'll pass my reflection and stop, stare at her, and the urge to do nothing more but take her hand and say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've said t
Summer Boy I met a boy with long, dark waves of hair,Summer Boy2 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 will go onI try not to fallI will go on2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But the waves get worse and worse
Still, I struggle on
I feel so tired now
My burdens seem too heavy
But I keep going
I would like to end
To blow this candle out now
But I won't. I'll stay.
symphonic miseryyou lied the night you kissed me,symphonic misery2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a vision of blood and deconstruction;
feelings with no names.
we were a february tale in a twisted corset.
i can't breathe in your presence
because our still-life fairytale
is your prisoner of war.
the oracle card in my pocket
gave me a revelation:
"love makes us blind;"
(or so it seems)
now, our seasons of knowledge
are just temporary bad memories,
but there is no more music in me.
hanging from the rafters in the skyclocks in a motel room;hanging from the rafters in the sky2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the years go by like one day
with these old photos in my hands.
how do cities understand?
that by skating on the edge of the world
we carve north stars in Styrofoam
on the edge of reality.
we are all waiting to be found
when stars die.
(i used to have a name)
now i'm dreaming of the simple things,
and i'm ready to fight my way.
somebody told me:
"i have loved the stars too fondly."
between gray and gold
there are flaking photographs and shattered memories;
the heartlines of drunken sinners chasing stars.
cold hearted, you bound our spines.
(and breathe out)
it is not enough to know the colors of my soul,
like a painting hung all wrong, or
and unwanted diary.
dreams catch in the lungs.
let go, little bird.
(but don't forget me)
without you, my fickle muse,
the city daydreams,
desperate to connect with
the world near your feet.
(lost wishes can be found
the ballet dancerpracticing for thethe ballet dancer2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
first time since the Alzheimer's
robbed her memories
For Being MeI'm sorryFor Being Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You should be...
I Wear a Scarlet LetterI wear a scarlet letterI Wear a Scarlet Letter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside my insidious chest
Adorned so beautifully and heavily
That I can find no rest
Supernatural Angel!Reader Insert 7 "You gotta be fucking kidding me," Dean muttered when he saw what was happening. Instead of the plan--slowly taking them out one by one-- you had to go and get yourself tied up by vampires. They just killed the third or fourth vampire when you killed two, but got jumped from behind. Before they took you, who they thought was unconscious, you winked at the three hiding just behind the corner.Supernatural Angel!Reader Insert 72 years ago in Humor More Like This
"You'll be just fine," one vampire assured, almost leaning over you. You already knew he was the leader of the nest, ordering most of them around. Instead of crying or begging for him to let you go like all the others did, you smirked. "I wish I could say the same for you." The leader had his hand on the back of your head and yanked it back slightly but harshly. "You're a fighter. I like that." He hissed, exposing his extra row of teeth.
"You know what else I am?" You questioned and kept the confident smirk on your face. "I'm the archangel that's about to r
WolvesThe Howl The NightWolves10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.
The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.
He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
WolvesLuna, our Mother,Wolves7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We raise our voices to her;
The Full Moon smiles.
Running beneath her,
Not once do we go awry
With her guiding help.
Never fails to bring sweet change
From twilight to Night.
Her glee at making
Us, eternal servants, hunt;
She sees everything.
But we cannot stop
Time from passing, its just life.
Light is hesitant--
But only at first.
Before we know it, the sun
Has taken back rule.
His rule of the sky,
Just as Lunas, is never
Lasting, a promise.
A commitment to
All to return, as Night falls;
Eager, we await it.
DarknessDarkness is not evilDarkness2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only the victim of it;
Darkness shades all things.
HetaliaXReader Lost Memories ~ Part 1 This is a sequel to "HetaliaXReader Protecting Feliciano." To better understand this fanfic, I would strongly recommend reading it first.HetaliaXReader Lost Memories ~ Part 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
P.S. There will be a lot more blood *clears throat* Ivan, so read at your own risk. Oh and there might be a few insensitive jokes >: ) . Enjoy!
You were happy. You have lived in Feliciano's house for three months. You somehow managed to stay a secret to the other countries, and it was hard. Especially when all the countries showed up at Feli's house for a surprise birthday party. You ended up hiding in a closet. Though it was a huge closet, you couldn't find Narnia...
No matter, today Feli decided to take you to the park. You had to put on a wig so you wouldn't be recognized. You hated doing t
El Angel y el Demonio Capitulo 1 Los Gemelos -Extraño, verdaderamente extraño querida. Nunca había visto algo así.El Angel y el Demonio Capitulo 1 Los Gemelos2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
La loba partera miró a los dos cachorros, presa de la curiosidad. Habían nacido de la misma placenta, y eran el doble de grandes que los otros cinco cachorros. Otra diferencia extraña era el pelaje. Mientras que sus otros cinco hermanos tenían tono grises y marrones como sus padres, ellos eran el uno negro, el otro blanco. Aunque de aspecto eran iguales. ¿Podrían ser…?
La loba los empujó suavemente hasta las mamas de su madre. Después de dirigirle una última mirada a Marelyn y a los cachorros, salió de la cueva.
Era una cálida noche de verano, y la luz plateada de la luna iluminaba el valle con una fuerza inusual. El pelaje se le erizó. Era como la antigua balada. Había hasta algunos que la llamaban profecía.
Al oír los amortiguados pasos de la loba
Confessions For FirefliesThis One-Shot takes place during "Ring Ring's Party"Confessions For Fireflies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't own Pucca, but I wish I did T-T
Confessions For Fireflies
The tears fell onto her knees, soaking the black leggings underneath her red dress. Once the first tear fell, they just wouldn't stop and soon sniffles and small moans escaped her mouth. She wanted to scream, but decided to spare her poor uncles: They had enough to deal with during the day. She doesn't want to add on that extra trouble. They wouldn't mind and actually enjoyed helping Pucca, since they didn't have too much to do with her up bringing. Not that Pucca knew that. The tears fell faster and hotter than before. She would get like this at times, her sadness overwhelming every thought and emotion she had felt before. They usually lasted only the night and happened every few months or so. She hadn't had her moments in a while and she almost forgot about it. But ton
Underestimated [Sherlock (RDJ) x Reader]Walking along the cobblestone streets of London, you pulled your coat closer to you as a cold burst of air blew past you. Your boss picked you to go to London, even though he knew you hated the cold, because you were the best to get the job done.Underestimated [Sherlock (RDJ) x Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You pulled the veil on your hat over your eyes as you walked by dark ally after dark ally. Your destination was Baker Street, 221b to be precise. You weren't to go in, no, there was something else entirely that was to happen.
The building sat across the street from your form, light flickering in the upstairs windows. You turned to face two burly men coming your way, right on time. Walking slowly, they caught up to you.
The tallest of the two grinned and held you to face the other man, his face covered in scars. You screamed loudly, screaming for anyone to come and help you.
The tall one released you and you heard a groan of pain from him. You turned to face what was going on to see the great detective 'recuing' you. The brunette boxed the tall
Afterstory: Gold x Reader:I want to meet you againAfterstory: Gold x Reader:I want to meet you again2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I’m Gold, A simple and tough senior college student. Now, I’m a graduating student… Instead that I’m happy about that I’m going to graduate, but… Still, I felt depressed, since I moved to another country to study college.
Is it because… I can’t see the girl I really like? Or… I felt broken hearted because I didn’t meet her again? I’m so confused…
Later someone leave a message to me. It was my text mate. She’s really my close friend and... I secretly crushing at her I mean, in love at her Her name is [Name]. But… I didn’t meet her in personal yet. She told me that she’s 3rd year college and… She’s studying high school in the school where I study high school before.
I guess she’s the girl that I really liked. I wish I can see her so I can know it…
Hey, I want to meet you right now,
The plain text that hides the truth,
Is never ever delivered to your heart,<
Shadowed Past 1PRELOGUEShadowed Past 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thunder struck, lighting up the dark room with white light. Shadow the Hedgehog flinched awake from another nightmare--the same one he had for many years now. The one where Maria died right in front of him. Frowning, he sat up in his bed, blinked the world around him into view, and ruffled his quills in annoyance with his rough hands. It was starting to get really bothersome. Maria died a long time ago and there was nothing he could do about it now. It was time to move on. Really. Maria would want the same for him. Unfortunately, his mind disagreed, returning to the past every night and replaying the same images again and again. What could he do to stop this madness? Was his mind trying to tell him something? Something missing in his life?
It was starting to get really bothersome.
If only the world made sense.
No. That’s not it.
If only the world held no secrets.
Different - Hannibal x Reader (Chapter Two)Hannibal’s house was impressive, with crisp décor and art forms that were too beautiful to look at; and that was just what you saw from the front hall to the dining room. You were shocked to see a life that was so different from your own.Different - Hannibal x Reader (Chapter Two)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Your house was small, but homely. It had everything that you wanted and that was enough for you. There was no order and no style and that was exactly how you liked it.
Hannibal pulled out your seat for you and you smiled. Not many men were this chivalrous anymore so it was a nice change. Hannibal’s fashion taste matched that of his house and, again, you were intrigued of a life so different from your own and any that you had ever come across.
Will sat down across from you, and Hannibal stood behind his own chair at the head of the table.
‘Can I get you a drink? Perhaps a glass of wine?’ Hannibal asked you. You had to stop yourself from frowning, you had always despised wine.
Hannibal caught the slight expression change a