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
My next lifeMy next life1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is a fact im going to have to face..
the things ive done.. the things i want to do..
..ive fallen from His amazing grace..
Ive cracked the pavement of this cold hard ground
i never thought rock bottom was as cruel as it sounds
they say once youve hit my low, theres only one way to go
in reality.. gravity just weighs heavier on your God forgotten soul
youre nothing but a paralyzed shell of what you once were
and even worse, youre cursed to forever stare up at the birds.
This pavement cracks more and more everyday,
im waiting til the day it finally breaks under all of this dead weight
cuz maybe if i fell, and descended into hell
i could ask for a better life in exchange for my soul to sell..
Some say its not cheap..
that the price is too steep..
But i will give ANYTHING to be something
...and if im lucky
the devil will take my soul to burn
and ill live my next life flying as a bird.
i had an out-of-body experience.I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one.i had an out-of-body experience.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could.
Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula.
NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I couldn’t do it. The spaceship would need to have extra space just for the amount of medication and equipment I’d have to bring along, and that was if I could even survive the zero-gravity environment. Whoever wrote the responses encouraged me to keep dreaming, and boasted about donations the association made to various sickle cell charities.
Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bought tomatoes for dinner tonight,
and spent all day longing for that first sweet bite.
I stored them in the car for keeping,
not knowing I would soon be weeping.
I pulled up to the curb so close,
as not to hurt the tomatoes.
But as I went inside, I tripped,
and from my hands, the tomatoes slipped.
No one saw; no one came rushing.
And not one tomato survived the crushing.
They bled beneath an indifferent sun,
as I mourned the taste that would never come.
Now as days come and as days go,
I shall never forget my tomatoes.
Had God seen? Was he even there?
Did he look upon me and just not care?
Or perhaps stopped to save someone else’s fallen pear.
RunI need to escape,Run2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be free.
I must surely run wild.
I long to laugh and see.
Run, run I shall run out of fear.
I will flee from the threat.
I shall go far not near.
A place that is safe,
That is what I need.
I need no familiar face
So, I take off with speed.
Forget what I have left
For it is surely gone.
Time is running out,
They will be awakened by dawn.
So, I gather my things
And swiftly go away.
There's nothing left for me here
And no reason to stay.
But I'll admit, I'm glad that I'm free.
After years of being controlled, I can finally be me.
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
The Killer and the Cop" You know who I am " he snarled into my ear his breath making goosebumps down my neck and down my arms in reawakened fear. My eye's widened in shock and I trembled under his glare and touch... yes I do know who you are...The Killer and the Cop5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His bloody hands resting on my cheek in a almost loving act if it wasn't for his nails slicing my skin and another over my heart clenched my shirt. Blood .... all over me....all over .... h-him....!!
" B-beyond " i gasped my heart beat increasing to dangerous hights... it was you. I heard your chuckle and felt your thumb brushing over my cheek and your hand over my chest anchor me into you.
"Hello Lawiet" You whispered into my ear , "Did you miss me?"
I took a slight glance over my sholder and met your eyes.... Yes I did miss you.
My killer. My enemy.
I put down my gun.
But never fear your blood will run.
Your eyes were red as ever but held somthing only I would be able to see. I saw love if only for a second. I knew some where in there was the B I remebered. The lit
The Last LaughGo out of your apartment building and walk down the front steps. Stand at the curb and hail a cab. As one pulls up, hear someone call your name from the alleyway behind you.The Last Laugh1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Turn towards the sound. See that your neighbor is there, watching you from the shadows.
Frown at her. Wonder what she could possibly want, and why she is calling you from a dark alleyway. Get creeped out. Feel the hairs on your arms stand up.
Your friends are probably wondering where you are, you are running late. You were supposed to meet them for drinks half an hour ago. You know you should probably call them, but you don’t.
Curious as to what your neighbor wants, walk over to where she is hiding. Call out to her. Say “Miss” because you aren’t sure what here first name is. Think back, certain it is something like Mary, or Sara--it is only two syllables, of that you are certain.
Ask her what’s wrong.
She doesn’t say anything.
Ask her again and walk closer.
She backs deeper into
My Nirvana: a Song for KurtMy Nirvana: a Song for Kurt1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beautiful blond hair, blowing in the breeze
Beautiful blue eyes, like an icy freeze
You're frozen in time, ooh ooh ooh
When I look at you, beauty's what I see
Though you weren't perfect, you're perfect to me
A hero of mine, ooh ooh ooh
You were more than just a singer of songs
More than what others see through you
Though your life burned out before mine began
I feel connected to you
You're my Nirvana, my state of true bliss
You are my hero, it's you that I miss
Full of teen spirit, a flower in bloom
Locked in a heart-shaped box, no living room
All in all his all we are, all apologies
You've helped teach me who I am, who to be
You were more than just a singer of songs
More than what others could see
You were an artist of words and of music
A captive soul, finally free
Still my Nirvana, my state of true bliss
A reluctant hero, the one that I miss
My Nirvana, ooh ooh ooh
It's a cruel world, ooh ooh ooh
But it's better to burn out than fade away
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
You're my Nirva
Stranger in a CrosswalkIt was a daily routine, locking the bookstore at three each day to walk across the street to grab a cup of coffee. The wind was blowing hard enough to ruffle the hair on the crown of my head, and I clutched the collar of my jacket tight with both hands, looking both ways before crossing the two lane street.Stranger in a Crosswalk1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman stepped into the crosswalk not far ahead, her chin tucked down against a thick grey scarf, the earbuds of her iPod tucked firmly in each ear. She was oblivious to the world around her, not even bothering to check for cars as she stepped from the curb and into the crosswalk, her hands jammed into the pockets of her leather jacket.
As she neared, she glanced up and offered a shy smile before her eyes darted back to the ground at her feet. She was not classically pretty, but there was something cute, endearing even, about the small curve of her lips and the delicate point of her nose. She was a petite thing too, just over five feet tall thanks to the high-heeled boots she wore.
Where Do They Come From?“Mama, where do babies come from?”Where Do They Come From?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ruth set aside her knitting and smiled at her son Timmy, always the curious yet cautious little boy.
“Where do you think they come from sweetheart?”
Timmy looked to the ceiling, worrying his little bottom lip as he often did when he was deep in thought.
“Well,” he began slowly, “I think that when a mommy and daddy want a baby real bad, they hold hands and look up at the sky, and make a wish on the first star that they see, and poof! The mommy has a baby.”
Ruth chuckled. Her sweet imaginative six year old. “That’s exactly right, sweetie.”
Ruth rubbed her swollen belly, and the baby kicked. She was not long into her third trimester, and though the morning sickness had subsided months ago, she could do without the swollen ankles and sore back.
“Only, I don’t know--how does the baby get inside the mommy’s tummy?”
She smiled at Timmy, nibbling her bottom lip, just as
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
lion boyi knew a boy withlion boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
InfluenceInfluence2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: I was bored and had a bunch of random ideas going through my head. I also haven't written a Soul/Maka centralized fic in FOREVER. So here we go.
Maka is concerned with the way Soul spends his free time and who he spends it with. Confronting the situation can only go so well. *ONE SHOT*
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
The bond between men was a fascinating one, but it could also be frustrating. They could hate each other one moment and go about their day as if they didn't just attempt the beat the living shit out of each other the next. In fact, depending on how close the male friendship was, the more concerned the female counterparts should probably be.
A bromance. That's what it was called right? It was disturbing really. A completely heterosexual love between two grown men that could make any self respecting woman jealous. Well if there was any one on Earth that despise
Watching You From AfarWatching You From Afar1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“おまえどこにいくよ？” (Where are you going?) A voice called out to a man who was frantically running up the stairs.
“Are you quitting the game so soon?” The voice called out playfully, getting closer. The man reached the end of the stairs at a doorway. He fumbled for the handle and eventually got a grip on it. Shoving it open he ran out onto the roof of the building. He slammed the door and held it shut, gasping for breath. The demon following him reached the door, instead of trying to bust it open it merely knocked on the door.
“オイ～！あけて！”(Hey~! Open!) The man pushed against the door harder, the demon knocked once more.
“あけて! おまえは恐れているこの大きひどいおおかみ? ケ
Finland x Reader - Sometimes.Sometimes I like to watch people.Finland x Reader - Sometimes.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the far edge in the middle of the park, there was a bench and a small girl was sitting on it. That girl was sitting patiently and quietly on the bench. She had no intentions being at the park. The girl quietly sits on the dry, wooden bench, next to another bench and a tall, leafless tree. People tend to walk by and rush away to their desired destinations while the girl sits still in no motion watching them. She watches many people. Tall people, short people, thin people and even thick people. She doesn’t really care because all she knows is watching people makes her happy.
The day goes by quick, and the park empties out completely. There was no one to watch; no one to look at. At night, the air is very sleet. The coldness wraps around the girl like a blanket and forces her to leave. Still, the girl continues to sit on the cold, dry wooden bench and watch the stars. But this was not pleasing her. This was not pleasing her because thos
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Normal PillsNormal Pills3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?