MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
Sweat, Spice, and ScarsYour eyes,Sweat, Spice, and Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
I want my insides back.
WhitewashI am buying some teaWhitewash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass bottle
on a college campus.
Nobody is here after
7pm, not even the
Everyone wants to
get in their cars
and find home.
lots of waiting.
An old friend passes me
on the stairs.
We make jokes
Hell is a quiet place.
The silver token bottle cap
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
I Am...I am an observer,I Am...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch as you fall
and I won't make a move
to answer your call.
I am dishonest,
it has been since my smallest years
that I let my truth into others ears.
I am a composer,
of a great many lies
yet carry luck like a clover
I never break my disguise.
Through those heat filled faces surrounding me
I can just barely see
and sometimes I find nowhere to run
they take over me.
I am rarely awake with sun,
so that when everything slips undone,
I will not be exposed
I will always stay composed.
I keep my secrets like stars keep distance
burning bright beneath my skin
defining my existence
out of reach and filled with sin.
Never trust a word I say,
I lie to everyone every day
and this is the only time
I will admit
that I am unlike you in many ways.
Who I am is just this: a secret to hold
and I will show no one
no matter how bold.
How CharmingI'm desperate to find herHow Charming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to steal another kiss.
should be simpler than this.
Full Up Like a Landfill [Transformers Prime]"Ratchet," Arcee said from behind him. She kept her distance, gave him space, didn't let her field cross with his. "We'll get him back."Full Up Like a Landfill [Transformers Prime]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Orange and white plating shook. The medic gripped the tool in his hand before finally letting it go and it clattered noisily to the floor as he took in a sharp gasp. Cleanser reserves flushed, veiling his vision in a blur, overflowing in a quick release from tightly shuttered optics. He brought an arm to his faceplate to hide it, but could do nothing to stop the choked anxiety that emitted from his vocalizer.
Now the two-wheeler stepped forward, small servo and petite fingers resting on Ratchet's arm. Her sensors immediately lit up with readings of his field, marred and at a frequency that was hard to grasp.
"We'll get him back," she repeated, and Ratchet shook his helm hard.
"How do you know?" He barely got it out through the sobs, and then pushed his faceplate into both servos.
Arcee felt her vocal gears tighten. She let her optics close, taking in
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,on yearning to be something I'm not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have been a coyote.
An ugly beast with an
ugly heart, with howls
echoing across ten thousand
"Please, give me the moon;
I can no longer stand the heat of
This world mocks me.
More love for a
night alone in
a winter's forest than
the lonesome aching in
my heart, I only
want to run with the
this desert-weary soul is
merely chasing rabbits across
empty highways. A coyote only
deserves putrid carrion and
not the thrill of the hunt—I am but a
song dog keening into the night for
the fangs of wolves to keep me cold.
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...STALKER10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
How are you? - POEMHow are you? - POEM3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would come to me and ask me how I was doing
"How are you doing?"
Thus is the everyday question asked by a person to another
But instead of the everyday answer of,
"And how are you?"
I'd go on to say that it's a lovely morning today
The sun was beating on my window this morning
The chirping of birds waking me before the alarm
That it's not too warm, yet not too cold
That today's weather is lovely
And you'd agree and I'd point out that you got a new haircut
That it really suited you,
Better than what it had looked like before
You'd give your thanks with a nod of the head
And even though I had done nothing to my own hairstyle
You'd still say that it's looks better than ever
And I'd give my thanks with a bob of the head
And I'd tell you that it was starting to smell like winter
You couldn't tell though could you?
You can smell rain coming,
But not the winter air
But I would tell you t
Ghost!Reader x MarkiplierYou walked the halls of the home that was once yours, yours that you shared with one of the most wonderful people on the earth. You smile sadly as you came into this person's room and saw him sitting at the computer. He was recording a video for his youtube channel and he was smiling and laughing at what was going on but his eyes looked dead. This saddened you further, you wanted to see that sparkle in them again, but since your horrible death two months ago it was gone.Ghost!Reader x Markiplier9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes, Mark", You said into your phone," I'm coming home right now, don't worry. I was just picking up some groceries and I-....Damn it, Mark. Okay, I'll be there in fifteen". You hang up and look back up to the road, only to have a truck crash into the side of your car, knocking you out. When you regained conciousness, you were screaming in pain. Almost everything in your body felt broken and it seemed like years until you were picked up by the paramedics and rushed to the hospital. Only thing was, you ha
MorphHe pinned the butterflyMorph2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the card,
the dry rot
of blue wings
in the warm room.
it seemed a stranger,
not the imago
unfolding in the jar
of the wet season,
but a legless pupa
MutantHear me read itMutant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;
Network Races: NymphsRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Nymphs2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TERMS- HISTORY - POPULATION - RACIAL FEATURES - TODAY - NOTABLES
- 'Nymph' is the general term. Major classes of nymphs are those of water (naiad), vegetation (dryad), land (oread), caves (lampad), and fire (igniad).
- 'Nymph' can have nudge-nudge-wink-wink connotations, so they're alternately called elemental humanoids by the politically correct and the stuffy.
- Are traditionally referred to with female pronouns though they're not inherently gendered beings.
- Technically they're not a race or even a species, because they have no hand in the creation of new nymphs and existing nymphs have nothing like a social society or culture. If anything, they are a sporadic natural phenomenon that happen to be self-aware.
- Nymphs are sentients that come to be in places of concentrated natural magic. (Such places are the result of the Network's closely overlying neighbor dimension- which leaks the mad
things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleepithings I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m spending most of my time
not crying, and I’m sorry,
but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone
as much as aspirin, or lullabies,
or the cheap wine sold for two dollars a bottle,
or overly-apologetic letters bending over backwards
to make a point of themselves, or the pink petals
blooming on my wrists like flesh and blood miracles,
or the songs named after women
things may not change,
but you will have to.
I am most alone
surrounded by people
and the buzzing in my head of words
that should have lost their meaning
back when I discovered
they never meant anything
Dedications are only relevant
to people who appreciate shitty poetry,
or you. Insanity is writing the same thing
over and over and expecting it not
to sound clichéd.
and as much as anyone will swear otherwise,
I am a statistic. A number, an example,
a case study in the manipulation of
narcissism and moving on
Y.O.U.You are more precious then gold.Y.O.U.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shine like the sun
You Make my world so much different
You stand out from the crowd
You never say goodbye
You stand unafraid.
You never give in
You listen to me when I complain.
You hold your head high in times of hardship
You send me virtual hugs on my phone
You make me feel loved by someone who cares
You worry me to the very bone marrow
You always say "Oh gosh" with a giggle
You you make me smile
Over every obstacle
Oh a ways we have come together!
Over love and hate
Oh how you make me worry!
Over hate and death
Over coming losses
Over coming gains
Oh how I love you so!
Until the stars fall from the sky
Until the devil cries
Until the day I die
Y O U will be you
And I love you.
Seven Minutes in Heaven Ryner Lute x ReaderSeven Minutes in Heaven Ryner Lute x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Standing himself before you, Sion held out the bag. "Would you please be so kind as to choose an item?"
Reaching in, you dug through many trinkets, plus an item that felt fairly soggy. Discarding that, you pulled out a small book. Confusion on the item, Sion burst out in laughter.
"Was that the best you could do, my friend?" His gaze went to Ryner.
"Shut up, you," Ryner mumbled from his seat.
"Come now, this pretty young lady here is anxiously awaiting for you to enter the closet with her. Please do not shrug her off." Sion held the door of the closet open, beckoning for you to occupy it.
Heaving a sigh of annoyance, Ryner reluctantly stood and stationed himself next to you. A threatening half asleep glare was sent to Sion as Ryner guided you in. "I had better be left undisturbed after this. I still have three-hundred more hours of sleep to catch up on."
"We'll see about that." Sion shut the door and locked it.
The two of you stood in darkness; an awkward silence emanating. The seconds
Seven Minutes in Heaven Sion Astal x ReaderSeven Minutes in Heaven Sion Astal x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Extending the bag out to you, Sion nodded for you to take your turn. Placing your hand in, you grabbed a small item that had caught against your finger. Drawing it out, it was a signet ring. You held it up to Sion. “I believe this is yours, Your Highness.”
Smiling at you, he gingerly took the ring. “That it is. I see this means it is my turn to be locked in the closet.”
Waving a hand at Luke, Sion escorted you into the closet where Luke locked the two of you inside. It was a small space, just large enough for two people to stand abreast. There were many useable objects on the floor, and on top of everything, it was pitch black. Hitting your foot against something, you tripped. Sion caught you as you stumbled, making your heart pound wildly.
“Are you alright?” He held onto you firmly, waiting for confirmation.
“Y-yes,” you stuttered, finding your breath.
Chuckling, Sion sank down to the floor with you in his arms. “I do hope you can
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,Nonexistence6 years ago in Open More Like This
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
I think that's 'cause real light brings nothing but fright:
It's bound to discover
all crimes, neatly covered.
I pray to a God because maybe he is,
unlike me and the world,
in them I miss
something to reach.