her god reeks of whiskey and stale tobaccoshe speaks in monochromeher god reeks of whiskey and stale tobacco2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stringing together words in every shade of blue
she choked on the sea.
syllables crashed against her teeth
wearing away the enamel
and carving out monuments in honor of all the things
she never meant to say.
tiny birds with oil-slick wings
and salt-stripped throats drowned in her esophagus.
she prays to a god that reeks of whiskey
and stale tobacco;
his eyes are as barren as an arctic tundra
but he loves her
like he loves the lichens growing on his spinal cord.
compared to the vastness of his embrace
her pollution is nothing more
than a prism of color after the rain.
her veins took root when she was still in her mother's womb;
the vague tree branches under her skin remind her of home.
she speaks in monochrome
but the black and blue shades never seem
quite as pretty as when the sirens begin to whisper
the toxic spill leaving her susceptible.
and her tiny birds and tree-branch veins
and monuments and lichen-covered gods
Deadbolts Ch. 22Deadbolts Ch. 221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hates me.
I know she hates me.
The look she had given him was seared deep into his memory. That look of hurt and confusion and utter betrayal. He would never forget it, and he would never forgive himself for putting it on her face.
He hadn’t meant to be harsh—but he was just so angry. If they had barely escaped with their lives, what did that mean for Lance? It means he’s dead, that’s what. That was the thought that pushed him over the edge and caused him to snap at her. And that resulted in her looking at him like she no longer knew who he was, almost as if she was…scared of him.
Casey spent the truck ride trying to convince himself he didn’t care what she thought because it was all her fault Lance was gone. But every time he tried to be angry with her, he saw that expression on her face. Then his anger melted. He couldn’t do it. Once he had time to cool down and start thinking clearly again, the gu
Correct Structure in Love StoriesPrologueCorrect Structure in Love Stories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sure, I noticed you
the long-haired boy playing video games
in a silent crowd
but I had other problems at the time
problems like getting him to notice me
and what my friends
and my enemies
so our paths didn’t cross for three years
this time, I really saw you
your hair was short and your eyes shone dangerously
but they weren’t shooting stars, more like
meteors crashing toward me
but it wasn’t like you think;
you were lazy and uncaring
(about all the right things)
and I still had some problems
like waking up on a day to day basis
and learning how to respond to puckered lips
so our paths followed each other side by side
but they never met
then, there was the complication
the mistake, my mistake
because I fell in love
with the meteors and the uncare
and the way you looked at life
you looked at it in the face and laughed
and I so wanted to stop crying and start laughing
all he ever made me do was an unsure smile
and maybe I wanted more
With love.The pitch of the broken feud can't reach the noise of your broken bones.With love.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Father's LoveFor the hair's breath of a second today, I felt what my father feels about his daughter. For that tiny moment, I saw the fear, the constant worry, the anger at his angel getting hurt, and the fury at the person who had dared to harm her; the crescendo of Mozart's most famous opera. I understood what it meant to stay up all night worrying for her, for her safety, for who she was with, who she wasn't with, where she went and where she did not go; a tragic song that never ever quite comes to a conclusion. I figured out how it hurt, almost like cruel fingers on the fret board of an exquisitely delicate guitar, when she would ignore him, or hurt his feelings.My Father's Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For a hair's breath of a second today. I felt what my father feels about his daughter.
The feeling was there. And then it was gone.
Terror in TearsShe was clutching his dark blue hoodie with fervor, as though the only thing keeping her body from bursting open from nerves was the ardor grip she kept on his physical being. She was still horribly distraught, even after the sobs of her brother had quieted down and he came to her room to hold her in his arms, gently caressing her cheeks to rid her of her tears while neglecting his own.Terror in Tears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She didn’t understand. All she had done was come home fifteen minutes late. Her bus had gotten a late start from the school because one of the boys had decided to chance a suspension for a day of infamy by pulling the fire alarm during the last bell. It wasn’t like she had gone to play hooky or had gotten herself hurt.
So why was her brother gripping his head so hard that his fingertips were bloody when she got home? Why was he weeping and moaning utter gibberish? Why did he insist on continuing his unsettling back and forth rocking, even when she told him what happened and showed him that s
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
EternityThis is to the child I loved, the one I lost before I was meant to.Eternity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is for the little girl who would have danced with me to the songs we were both meant to love.
This is for the angel who I was meant to have changed for, the little one whose heart was in my own.
This is for the girl who would have skipped to school, the baby who would have laughed.
This is for the song I couldn't sing, the poem I could never write.
This is for the moment in time that never existed, in a car that never moved.
This is for the second that could have been a lifetime, the forever that should have been ours.
This is for the darling who should have been her mother's heart, the mother who failed her child.
This is for the nineteen year old who hadn't planned it, but would have loved her had she known.
This is for those two months, which were the best years of her life.
This is for the man that beat a girl when she was broken, who the
Alliances (pt 1)My lusus is dead, and I am alone.Alliances (pt 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The thought bounced around Nepeta's mind as soon as she woke up in the morning. It would plague her all day, as it had for seven or was it eight? days now. She did not feel the hard wooden slats of the bench her numb hip was pressed into, or the griminess of her hair, flattened under her neck by her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow.
She was literally "on the park bench," as it were, because when a troll's lusus dies, she is thrown out to starve.
Can't let a parentless troll run around causing trouble, you see. She's underage, so we'd have to put her in an orphanage, and those cost a lot of money to run. Too much money. Money that could be better spent on the war. Nepeta was 7 sweeps old not very underage, but underage enough.
Better to just let natural selection take care of her.
Nepeta had been in the park, Pounce's favourite place in the sprawling city that was their home, since she'd been thrown out by a police dr
MC: YOU THINK YOU LIKE FARREREBecause I like him more. Quite clearly. I cannot believe I filled out this ENTIRE quiz.MC: YOU THINK YOU LIKE FARRERE5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Please, peruse at your peril.
Character Profile Form
Name: Farrere-Baptiste Manech LeAmi (Neumeier)
Nickname: Farrere (Foob and "Farrero mon cher")
Meaning of name: Brother
Origin of name: my underwhelming creativity and French skills.
Age: 19 (at the story's beginning, but he's 20 for the majority of Part One, and then 25 for most of Part Two)
Blood type: B (I totally just made that up then)
Ethnicity: Typically Enuin (i.e. "Mediterranean", tanned skin, high-cheekbones, dark hair although, the navy-coloured hair comes from Cynimpials, not that any members of the great Biloux family (Farrere's ancestors) would ever admit to this)
Species: homo sapien
Political Party: Farrere is an idealist, and while he knows this is unrealistic, he prefers it to b
Deadbolts Ch. 4Deadbolts Ch. 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For what felt like an eternity, Casey drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes there was nothing, just black, and he was blissfully unaware of his pain. Then sometimes he was awake in a confusing, muddled blur of shifting images and colors and he could hear people talking, but their voices were warbling roars echoing inside his head. Sometimes he could see forms bending over him, could feel gentle hands on his face and wrapping bandages around him. He could feel his body shaking uncontrollably. Then there were those in-between stages where a mix of fragmented dreams and nightmares swirled around through his fevered brain, causing him to toss and turn and cry out. He saw his parents in his dreams. He saw Lance in his nightmares. He saw the Caps and the locker beam in all of them. How many times did he see Lance being locked? Too many. Images of his brother wearing one of those helmets, his eyes blank and unseeing, fighting alongside the Ucretians and enslaving the pop
Doctor Who Love PoemSince fezzes are red,Doctor Who Love Poem2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the Tardis is blue,
Would you mind if I traveled through time with you?
The screwdriver is green,
Just as bowties are cool,
But when I'm with you,
I cant help act like a fool,
Daleks may be crazy,
and time wibbly wobbly,
I still get those butterflies,
From the first time you saw me.
I only have one question,
and I cant help but worry.
If I were Amy,
Would you be my Rory?
Dedicated to him. A+T
The Thing About Unrequited Love...I think the thing about love that screws us over the most is that the person we want to love us the most only sees us how they do, and it’s not often the way we want it to be. All the talk of being friend-zoned, you ever hear of being family-zoned? I think that’s just as bad if not worse. There’s no glimmer of hope at all, family doesn’t date family; family isn’t in love with family; it is a dead end with no man holes to jump down into to search for a loop-hole. There’s no cracks in the wall to break through, no holes to wiggle through. And I guess overall you should be happy they love you at all but it doesn’t stop the hurt, it doesn’t stop the pain. And it’s hard to move on, especially when you see that person you care about so deeply almost every day. You’re exposed to them almost all the time, that person you want so much in front of you the whole time doing what you want to do with them with other people and it hurts. ItThe Thing About Unrequited Love...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Perder con HonorY aquí estoy yo po', todavía no parto pa' mi casita, sigo en este estadio weon, si po', si estamos con los jugadores, con Bielsa que anda bastante picado y me da risa eso.Perder con Honor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perdimos en el mundial, vamos pa' la casa. -suspira y sonríe-
Y así po', Brasil nos hizo buen partido, todos jugamos lo mejor que pudimos ¡la wea, jugamos la raja weon, pa' que me voy en lamentaciones, jugamos contra Brasil po' y le dimos buena batalla!
- Se echa a reír una vez más y continúa -
Ni siquiera puedo decir que estoy decepcionado, todos los hicieron bien, todo Chile nos apoyó, toda mi gente estuvo con la selección y le dieron lo mejor, nos retiramos con orgullo de la cancha, con real orgullo.
Somos un país latinoamericano ¡que no se les olvide, que llegamos lejos!
¡Que se acerque el weon que trate de decir que somos chantas porque lo vuelo con patas' en la raja!
- Se sienta y queda desparramado en aque
i won't let you be a thiefMy thoracic cavity is like the lobby of an old hotel. In which the hotel only has approximately 13 rooms in all and less than half are available. However, you can see the condition of the rooms from the lobby and you can feel what each has to offer. Yet you have no access other than pressing your forehead against the window and cupping your hands around your head to eliminate the glare. And you’ll see that two or three keys are missing from the key rack, and maybe you’ll wonder who was allowed inside or maybe you’ll not, and you’ll leave.i won't let you be a thief3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I wonderI wonder who’d careI wonder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I’d crash and burn
At this very moment.
I no longer do.
I no longer have the fight in me,
Like an engine without oil,
I’m out of juice.
I feel cold.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I wonder why I’m still here.
I wonder about these tears rolling down my cheeks,
I wonder if they’re a sign.
I wonder if I've given up.
I feel as though I have.
My body’s still moving
Drawing haggard breaths
That rattle into my aching, empty skull.
I wonder why.
I Find MyselfI find myself reading between the linesI Find Myself1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All too often
When there’s actually nothing there to read.
You Won't Be My Last StarYou Won't Be My Last Star8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
i. The stars remind me of you- and now my body tenses up at the thought of the name beginning with a ‘W’ and ending with a ‘Y’. After those things you said to me it really hurts me to look back up at the night sky but I promised myself that I wouldn’t let things that make me happy be ruined by you.
ii. And so while letting my cat in the other night it was clear for once in- wait I have to count how many times the night was cloudy and storming and I couldn’t see what I loved so dearly- roughly fifteen days. And so I allowed- maybe I forced- myself to look up at the stars and sigh happily at the beauty.
iii. You said you’d get me a tripod for Christmas because whenever you’d call me on the phone it would be at stupid hours of the night when we both should have been sleeping, but instead we were both outside in the ridiculous cold looking up at what we couldn’t reach. I don’t know why I believed you- that you’d get me a
For Your Eyes OnlyWe used to talk every day, for hours- from dawn til dusk. Until you slipped up- mentioned my name, and they told you I was dead.For Your Eyes Only6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alliances (pt 6)♦♦♦Alliances (pt 6)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nepeta went back to Karkat's store that very afternoon. Aradia dropped her off and told her to give a call when she wanted to leave.
There was a "closed for repairs, come back Tuesday," sign on the door, but it was unlocked as usual. When Nepeta went in, Karkat was taping up the edge of the counter with silver duct tape. The floor shone clean where Gamzee had fallen, the gleaming linoleum at odds with its still-dusty environs.
Karkat heard the bell to the door of the shop ring and spun around angrily. Seeing it was Nepeta he said, "Oh, it's you."
"Hi," Nepeta said. "Do you mind if I come in? I'll help you fix things up, if you like."
"I think not," Karkat scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Um, okay?" Nepeta said, taken aback. She felt hurt, for some ridiculous and unapparent reason. Why should some random stranger, albeit an adorably angry stranger, who had happened to let her sit behind his counter, want to talk to her? Arguably she had saved his life, or at least his s
tongue-tiedIt’s far from overtongue-tied1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would whisper against the delicacy that is the space between her collarbone and shoulder
And she- she had no words.
Let Me Be ThereI’m not always strongLet Me Be There8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I’m vulnerable around those I trust
Sometimes I allow myself to cry, allow myself to break- sometimes I need to
But when you need a break, and when you need to take off your armor to nurse your wounds-
Lean on me and I’ll be strong enough for the both of us.
Dream Defying Chapter 5"Please, Karkitty, wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP! PLEASE! WAKE UP! DAMMIT, WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"Dream Defying Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Karkat awoke on his bed in a cold sweat. His first thought: It isn't purple.
He was off of Derse. He was back. Back to his friends, back to-
Back to just not talking to Nepeta, he thought.
Karkat turned to see Terezi in his room. She ran up to hug him. "Thank gog you're okay! I've been so worried about you! I mean we. We've been worried about you."
Karkat raised a quizzical eyebrow. "You have?"
Terezi backed up and blushed a little. "Yeah, well..."
"Well, I've been trying to tell you, but I've been waiting for the right time..." Karkat knew what was coming next. "Well, I'm flushed for you, Karkat."
Karkat sighed. He, as all the other trolls knew, that Terezi was flushed for him.
But Karkat just didn't feel the same way about her.
Karkat sighed and hugged Terezi. "Karkat?" Terezi stammered.
"I'm sorry, Terezi, but your not the one I'm flushed for."
Terezi backed out from the hug,
A place for us aloneEchoes in your mind,A place for us alone6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shadows of a past
buried long ago.
We need to find a place
a place for us alone.
There's been a time
of clarity and company,
We need to find a place
a place for us alone.
I'd like to say it's over
but this is not the truth
you are still navigating,
the ocean is so vast.
We need to find a place
where not to feel alone.