Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
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Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
Satellite HeartSatellite HeartSatellite Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tu amor tiene muchos rostros, se manifiesta en pequeñas y grandes acciones, en relaciones duraderas y fugaces.
Hoy no sé de promesas rotas, ni de palabras olvidadas, sólo sé que extraño más que nunca la ternura de tu mirada.
Una de las formas de amor que más preguntas despierta es la del amor de pareja. Lo sentimos, pero a veces dudamos si es o no "verdadero", ¿es sólo deseo, atracción, compasión, necesidad de llenar un vacío, miedo a la soledad?
Y es que extraño tu vida, tus ojos. Extraño tu vos, tus manos.
Creo que tu amor no tiene mucho que ver con la estabilidad. Incluso después de los primeros encuentros, se llega a una etapa menos apasionada, pero nunca a un letargo.
Te extraño por el simple hecho de que al irte de aquí te llevaste contigo la mitad de mi corazón.
El amor nos sacude, nos liga a otra persona en una historia donde la racionali
Russia x reader :When Two Are One:Russia x reader :When Two Are One:1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were suddenly awakened by your door being crashed open. A tall German solder walked through and quickly shot you in the shoulder and leg as you got up to worn Russia of the sudden attack. You were a few countries from Russia but the Germans decided to stop here first since you were the country of [country name] and was still on Russia's side of the war.
"Ah, ah, ah, miene lieb. vere do you think you are headed?" The man said in a thick German accent, he came over to you and kicked you down and loomed over you. " You tell us where that Russia is, correct?" he sneared.
"Fuck you..." you growled back, turning over on your back to face him. He had Blue eyes and tasseled blonde hair, He would of been attractive if it werent for the situation.
"Oh schön~" he drawled pointing his hand gun in your face, Just about when he was going to pull the trigger something hit him in the head, making a loud cracking of bones sound, you winced as soon as he
spilled sugar.i am allowed to love you.spilled sugar.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is like fire in my teeth,
static between the braids
in my hair (interwoven with
clover and black eyed susan).
i love you separately and the same.
i know what your breath
tastes like to my ear,
again i live for your
hands on my flesh,
spilling bodies all around
the whiteness of
we are tangled like poetry.
slurring my anti-words,
i write you a note
in the letters i etch
down the parkway of
i want you to burrow
under my flesh
hair worn in double-
coils the same as our
my head will roll into your
lap, cheeks pink like
indian sunburn, and i will
wait until you tell me now,
i am going to take a picture
of a poem that you should read
(and my god, i hope that means us.)
The Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - Pokemon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crowds are roaring, but I hear nothing. The only sound is the echoing beat of my heart thumping in my chest.
The final battle. It's finally here.
I have defeated the Pokemon Leagues of many regions, becoming the Champion in each.
It is time to begin. My opponent and I stand in the center of the arena. I look straight into his eyes as we shake hands.
I have defeated 32 Gym Leaders, and eight more Frontier Brains.
They are the eyes of my equal.
I have saved the world from numerous attempts at world domination, conquering many criminal organizations along the way.
I stand back, and so does he. I don't even look at my belt to see which Pokeball my hands rest on. I know each one by their place, their feel.
I have gained the powers of fire, ice and lightning from capturing the deities of each.
I send out my Pokemon, and he sends out his. Within moments we are given the signal to begin, and attacks of fire and lightning clash i
Germany x Italy - HalloweenGermany x Italy HalloweenGermany x Italy - Halloween2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Germany could not find a conclusion, despite his best efforts. He could have been somewhere anywhere else at that moment, whether it be in his office filing documents or at his house eating wurst. And yet he was here, sitting on that same couch beside that same Italian, as usual, except that the Italian was wearing a Halloween costume this time some wolf ears and a stripy t-shirt with a love heart on it. He had no idea why he was there though, and no idea why he was even questioning it. He sighed in frustration at himself for not relaxing and instead trying to work out every little minor detail of every little minor event in his life. He glanced over at Italy who was staring at the bowl of candy on the coffee table with intent glimmering in his chocolate orbs. He had been sitting like that for quite some time, being considerably still for Italy despite sitting up to glance longingly at the door before settling back into his slumped
Expositioni can'tExposition1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts too much
like my tears are acid
hurting more that helping
tell my story
show my scars
Life on Earth“Life on Earth”Life on Earth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
El amor implica un riesgo, sentimos vértigo y a veces lo rechazamos.
Porque eres la luz de mi camino. Porque eres el sueño, de mi destino.
Incluso podemos destruir el amor cuando el miedo es más fuerte, lo saboteamos porque necesitamos protegernos del poder exorbitante que ejerce sobre nosotros.
Porque eres la única que supo llegar a mi corazón. Porque eres la única que supo cambiar mi razón.
El amor invita a salir de uno mismo, a abandonar la comodidad de las manías, a cuestionarse "quién soy".
Porque para mí fue una dicha el haberte conocido. Porque para mí fue un milagro el haberte besado.
Esta es una forma muy sutil de muerte, una muerte simbólica…
Antes de que piense cualquier cosa de mí, déjeme decirle que en ella encontré más que una sonrisa; encontré más que un beso; más que un abrazo; más que un te quiero
just never check your junkmailWhy is it that you contaminatejust never check your junkmail4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my feeds and favourites? Why
is your website my homepage?
Why are there playlists with
songs that remind me of you
or files dedicated to you? Tell
me why the first thing I do when
I get home is go on the Internet,
Google your name. Slap myself.
Google both our names together.
Did you mean Never in a Million
Years? Actually, I meant billion.
Fuck you, Google.
Drag mouse. Point-click the top bar.
Erase web address. Enter new URL:
promise me three things:
to never reveal my password.
to never read my messages.
to never send me Spyware.
that's what your
heart's made of)
Logout. Sign on Myspace. See that
you're online. Ignore you. Wait for
you to do, I don't know, something.
Refresh page. No new messages.
Refresh it again. Still nothing.
Refresh, refresh, refresh. &
You Are; You Are;You Are;3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You Are My Earth and You Are My Step,
You Are My Sea and You Are My Wind,
You Are My War and You Are My Betrayer,
You Are My Saviour and You Are My Curse,
You Are My Tree and You Are My Desert,
You Are My Ithaca and You Are My Journey,
You Are Everything and You Are Nothing.
I Am Your Slave and I Am Free;
You Are; Faith.
Sweet dream - Husband!Norway X Wife!Reader~Søt drøm~Sweet dream - Husband!Norway X Wife!Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Sequel to the 'Christmas in Oslo' - Husband!Norway X Wife!Reader X Child!Iceland from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The (h/c) contently sighed as the Norwegian's warm palms massaged the curve of her shoulders,going south and applying a welcomed pressure onto the lower muscles too.It felt just right how Lukas seemed to drain all that pain from her back with the simple rub of his palms against her form - of course it was all honey and sugar,the idea of the baby both allerting and making the young couple happy - but also brought such pains with it,including the muscle aches.
Feeling herself being brought into a warm hug,(Name) placed her head against the blonde's chest,his hands resting onto the visible baby bump,drawing patterns with his fingers across the dress' material.
"Does it hurt kjære?" the Norwegian asked,his monotonous voice betraying concern.
The (h/c)'s lips curved up into a genuine smile,feeling satisfied - Lukas never failed to make her feel u
Short skirts and stardust.I like you.Short skirts and stardust.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't be more pleased when you look at us, and tell us that in each of us,
in our veins that we want to cut open,
in our bones that we have broken,
in the wounds that we have mended,
and that in our feet that are two sizes too big,
that we all have a little bit of stardust in us.
It reminds me, that I can in fact love someone for who they are, all their words, and all of ones grins and laughs, and French.
How you always say, there is a little bit of worm in you, and look at that in your brain, what used to be a fly is floating in there. You say that with enthusiasm, like there was something good in that.
In all of us.
And you always talk about your children in that reminiscing way, like they have died.
I hope you find what you are looking for in this place, because I believe you deserve it.
You are everything I would like in a friend, and I don’t understand why she would do that to you.
But then again, it’s nice to break a perfect person’s heart, ain't i
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”Little Miss It4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Meeting PinkieI remembered when I first arrived into townMeeting Pinkie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because You were the first one to say hi
Ever since that,I fell into a trance
You gave me something that I lost
Someone to call a friend
You brang my smile back to my face
Also,I heard something that I thought I would never hear again
Although you're quite a mystery
It's those crazy antics I become to adore
The way your tails does that twitchy twitch
The harmless pranks you pull in Ponyville
While still caring for everyponies feelings
And throwing parties for them to cheer them up
All the daily,strange,things you do
Gives me a light to chase out of my darkness
A radiant glow of acceptance
That fills me up with glee
All thanks to you
I'm honored to call you a friend
N o t e sTheseN o t e s1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep playing over
And over in my head.
They dance among my
Twisted mind and keep me
Imagining those hands playing
Along those ivory keys as you sing
For me. No words, just those same notes.
Tinkling and wonderful, soft and high,
But also low and mellow across the
Ears. How were you blessed with
Such amazing talent. You can
Make my eyes tear up after
Years of being dry. You
Have the power of life
Within your fingers
When you play
real world?real world?2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
i am a lonely girl
sometimes people never realize if i were with them
did you know if that hurt me??
people don't care with me
i just little girl.. ok...
but you all don't have a reason to ignore me like this
real world.. is annoying ...
The Tomato GardenThe Tomato Garden3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tomato Garden
An old gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual
tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man
wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my
tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden
plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would
The Bonds We Build and BreakThere’s really something specialThe Bonds We Build and Break11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between you and him.
Something you can’t touch
And something you can’t so easily see.
It’s a feeling,
An intense and cliché tidal wave.
It’s the searing pain of the pancake burns
And the deafening reverberations of the car fire,
The instinctive, mammalian protectiveness
Of when he used himself as a buffer
Between you and the toxic blaze.
When he catches your eye across the room,
He doesn’t need to smile at you,
Because he knows you’re already feeling better.
He lifts you up to the stratosphere
Where you can hardly breathe.
But it’s okay, because you’re breathless at the sight of him anyway.
Or in the
Pof pof pof snrrrik whooop whoooosh clrrrakk hnnng ptooh!
Of the fight he waged to protect you.
When his knuckles swelled to twice their size
And his knees painted the asphalt burgundy,
His eyes still shined as he pounded defeat into the bricks
And raised victory high above his head for everyone, and you