Finland x Reader - Sometimes.Sometimes I like to watch people.Finland x Reader - Sometimes.2 years 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
Jack o'lanternJack o'lantern2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU Ludwig sat in his room and sighed, hugging his knees to his chest. Why did he feel so weird when Feliciano hugged him that day? It was no different than the other days. His adoptive parents didn't seem to notice, Ivan was petting Gilbert's hair, asking for more children, which earned a blush and punch in the arm. Ludwig didn't call them 'dad' and 'dad', or 'daddy' and 'dad', or 'papa' and 'dad' etc, but 'dad and mom', much to Gilbert's dismay. Mainly because Gilbert was much like a mother, always there when needed while Ivan usually worked. Ludwig was homeschooled until his thirteenth birthday, where he begged to go to school so he could see his friends more. Gilbert agreed. Ludwig sighed and hugged his knees to his chest tighter. He couldn't be...gay, right? So many people at his school said mean things about his parents. Mainly his mother, they were too scared of his father.I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once his father had to talk to one of Ludwig's former-friends, because the
LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 3LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once agai
Short skirts and stardust.I like you.Short skirts and stardust.2 years 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 Nirvana: a Song for KurtMy Nirvana: a Song for Kurt2 years 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
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
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
My next lifeMy next life2 years 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.
Carolyn"I've never felt more alone in the world. Sure I have my band mates and friends but I still feel alone, like no one loves me or even cares. The screams of the fans do nothing to make me feel truly loved" I read the page out of the little black diary Andy keep up in his bunk.Carolyn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THOSE TIMES IN LIFE WE LEARN TO TRY, WITH ONE INTENTION
I hated to see him so upset. He didn't know how many times I laid awake at night listening to his muffled cries from the bunk above. Jinxx, CC, and Jake all tuned him out with ear phones or just didn't pay any mind to it. No one could blame Andy for being UNDER dramatic. Yet, still I knew that these cries weren't for cheap attention they were real.
OF LEARNING HOW AND WHEN WE'LL DIE, BUT WE CAN'T LISTEN
I have those feelings too, homesick. We all do. Sure on tour it's tough you miss your friends and family, and your own bed. But hey, it's the rock star life. I could tell the smile he wore everyday was fake. It only takes one false smile to hide a million tears
I walk aloneI walk alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I really wanted was more.
More of you,
not that cheap whore.
What are you thinking now,
as I tell you I know,
and you wrinkle your brow?
I may not be cupid
or a fortuneteller,
But i know you're playing stupid.
You think a little innocent lie can help you here,
you think the end surely isn't near.
I'll tell you once more,
I've found out you're nothing but a whore.
Where is he?
The one to hold me close,
the one my family approves,
the one I'm not emberassed to talk about?
He's surely not in you.
You're surely not mature.
My footsteps are alone,
one after another, after another, after another.
No support, but I don't need it.
I was raised strong.
I was raised to stand on my own two feet,
not to be babied by some ugly prostitute like you.
You only wanted one thing,
And you knew I wouldn't give it to you.
And so, I walk alone.
CrushYou're so cute and so sweet.Crush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting patiently until we meet.
Some avoid meeting online,
But I think it will be fine.
You make me laugh and make me smile.
That hasn't happened in a while.
So casually with me you flirt.
I'm starting to forget I'm hurt.
It seems that you like me.
In person, we'll have to see.
In a few weeks you'll be here.
No connection I do fear.
Until then I continue to wait,
And hope that you are my fate.
I pray that you're one I can trust,
Because you are now my crush.
Droben auf dem Berge ~ Kapitel III ~ MorgenNächster Morgen (Samstag)Droben auf dem Berge ~ Kapitel III ~ Morgen2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ein leckerer Geruch von gebratenem Speck und Eiern drang in meine Nasr und ich schnupperte.
„Mhm“, brummte ich schließlich wohlig und öffnete langsam die Augen.
Erik stand in der kleinen Küche und hantierte mit verschiedenen Kochutensilien. Dabei sang er fröhlich vor sich hin und schwang sogar ein wenig das Tanzbein. Der dunkelhaarige hatte offenbar noch nicht bemerkt, dass ich wach war und ihn beobachtete. Klang aber auch gar nicht so schlecht, was er da mit seiner tiefen Stimme vortrug. Trotzdem war es ein mehr als seltsamer Anblick wie er da in seiner geblümten Schürze tanzte und dabei mit so viel Schmalz in der Stimme sang, wie mehr auch nicht auf ein Schmalzbrot gepasst hätte.... Ich grinste.
Eine ganze Weile sah ich ihm einfach nur zu, wie er kochte. Dann vollführte Erik eine schwungvolle Drehung und sah, dass ich ihn ansah. Abrupt hielt er inne und hörte auf zu singen.
Old DogOld Dog waits,Old Dog7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her head on her paws,
The teeth are long gone,
From her gummy old jaws.
Her legs don't quite work,
She can no longer play,
She'd go fetch the ball,
She liked it that way.
When the car rolls up
She rolls to her feet,
She limps to her owner,
Her tongue set to greet.
She'd love to jump up
And lick his old face,
But he walks down the pathway
And Old Dog can't keep pace.
He's brought something home,
Something loud and quick,
Something furry and yappy,
And it's chasing a stick.
Old Dog runs after,
To fetch the small twig,
But she falls on her rump,
In a sideways jig.
She's tired and stiff,
Her legs are quite sore,
The owner gives her a pat,
But she still wants more.
Old Dog gets up,
She's back on her feet,
Up to her owner,
Walking in a ragged beat.
He picks her up
She's sat in the car,
She's been here before,
But the memory seems far.
He ties up the puppy,
Such a yappy young chap,
Then he gets in the car
And gives Old Dog a pat.
They drive for a while,
Old Dog and friend,
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?2 years 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.
Everybody Likes Lists"Don't forget you have a testEverybody Likes Lists2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
next Monday!" and a paper due,
and three trigonometry sections
of homework that you've
procrastinated on for the past
month, and an ethics paper
about Hiroshima and the United
States moral principles of WWII,
plus the daunting task of outlining
the next ten years of your life. I'd
much rather be swirling a margarita
on the pristine beaches of Morocco
or shuffling a deck of cards at the
Horseshoe Casino while subtly
batting my eye lashes at a smoke
obscured figure across the table.
Yesterday I bought red lipstick
and red nail polish to match
from a brand I've never used before
and that's the riskiest thing I've done
for a long time. In case you're curious,
and/or humiliating things I could
have done in the past month but
I did didn't have the guts to do:
1) Cut my nails to the quick until they bleed because if I write with blood maybe you'll pay attention.
2) Tell you to leave her because she's no good for you even though I would be wo
FlammesJe joue avec le feu,Flammes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
avec cette flamme entre nous deux.
Quelque chose brûle en moi
et c'est mon désespoir.
Je ne pense qu'à dire que non,
que c'est une illusion
mais je brûle et je me perds
quand tu es si, mais si près...
Ne le vois-tu pas ?
Je te veux en flammes, tout comme moi.
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and twirled around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.
"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Asked she, feeling empty within.
"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.
Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.
Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.
Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only when I needed him
But daddy never came.
Now my dreams are haunted
With that broken little girl
And her horrid misconception of
The best daddy in the world.