Over the EdgeI've learned to unzip the wallsOver the Edge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fold them into paper planes,
sending them into ephemeral zephyrs;
their only thoughts are to sail. I
fall back in time as we knock loose the stars.
My breath is soaked in octarine, lungs
tingling with unviolet enthusiasm,
anti-chartreuse auras within this
mind stimulated with sensation,
and my soul is bathed in hue.
I course prophecy through my collapsed
blood cells, creating a waning doorway.
I felt like the only time I was more than
one hundred and twenty empty pounds of flesh
was when pixie dust choked and strangled me.
In the ebb and flow of loose realities
there is one cosmic constant:
shimmering dreamscapes filled with
electric currents of joyful tears,
our destination a treasured mystery.
I've always thought freedom was a beautiful
word; a kingdom of wishes and holy
ground, but it's of evanescent requiem.
You are a maelstrom of viscous spells,
honeyed by mellifluous memories.
The space around me hints
at bittersweet philosoph
Jeff X Reader part 0: You're Not A Guy?! You're not a guy?!Jeff X Reader part 0: You're Not A Guy?!1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Mom? Dad? Where are you? anyone out there?!?"
You're by yourself, left by you're parents in the woods. You're only 14 years but didn't know what to do. You had you're parents to help you but now, they're gone. All they said was to wait here by the tree and don't move or leave. It's been 3 hours since you saw them. You were worried about them until you started to look for them. But where can you find a 37 years old woman and 40 years old man?! You're were in the woods, and there were stories that killers lived here, but it's was just a legend.
"Mother!?! Father!?! Where at you!?" You shouted.
Now its been 4 hours since you were separated from your parents. You're body was filled with worry, and curiosity. That's when you heard someone following you. You peek over your shoulder but saw no one. Hoping it's was your father, but turned out to be something worse. A creature with no face at all, white pale
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 92 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
Lost In This DanceYou and I will dance hereLost In This Dance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so carefully entwined
my step in time with yours
our fingers leaving signs
(in the whispering air)
You and I will dance here
the distant world within a mind
each careful foot on tiptoe,
proof we dare not leave behind.
Words Inscribed In InkWords inscribed in inkWords Inscribed In Ink2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
than those written in pencil lead
the script inconsequential
when compared to what is said
no gentle smudge of synthetic rubber
could remove such black words
from a soul-stained page,
they attest all secrets written here
until they disappear,
in time the once-white haven
yellows gracefully with age.
I gaze across my desk,
hand hesitantly hovering above the implements
of undetermined change,
a silent messenger,
Gently now, I grip the pen
reaching a decision then,
and only then
the pencil better suited for another fight
I have chosen my weapon for tonight.
Nib against eternity
my thoughts unfurl:
"Words inscribed in ink
than those written in pencil lead..."
This Darling ImageDear,This Darling Image2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I've spent the past three days trying to think of what to give you while pacing back and forth across well worn paths of intricate weaves in the carpet. I had all sorts of terrible ideas, and that was frustrating till I thought about how you would, without hesitation of a question accept each one, as the worst of my apologies have always become legitimate wishes once they reach you.
Then, when the rain stopped and I pulled the curtain back to peek out of the window, I saw teardrops (yes, teardrops from the sky) on a rose. It was poetry, and you. It was poetry and like the most aptly spoken, delicate and fragile words, you are poetry. There's only one thing of any worth that I can give to you. So now I give you every word I've ever known, you deserve these words so that they tell your story and introduce the sound of you to the universe. You've given me hope, so let me give you the ability to travel endless miles of open air and stimulate the h
Lock And KeyLock and keyLock And Key2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I forged both from the spirit-infused
materials inside of me. Black and pitted
with rust and also forgotten to an extent
but when I find the inspiration
I take them up again
grab my hammer
stoke the fire
bring out the polish
and shape them
them into perfection
we can't be disengaged
the problem and solution
connected for eternity.
Guilt (Not Anymore)An invisible enemy plagues meGuilt (Not Anymore)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and crossed lines
leave beautiful black holes
in the only heart that I have left
Green-Shaded-GreyWe're all wet dirt and deep-rootedGreen-Shaded-Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
psychoses till the liquid courage dries up
and nostalgia smells like summer again each time
constantly becoming brighter, almost achieving
the same sentience we used to mock you for
leaving stolen pieces of existence from a thousand
green-shaded-grey unwilling donors who know nothing.
no subjectleave me aloneno subject2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a solitary, singular stone
turn it over and i find nothing
as cold and lifeless as the ground it’s touching
fertilized with death and broken love
like an angel fallen from the sky above
wing ripped from a friend once trusted
after my affections lusted
but remain unsatisfied
a lasting injury to my pride
Levi x Reader: A Victim and a Slave 5Warning: Mild violence but nothing scary.Levi x Reader: A Victim and a Slave 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dr. Reiner Braun.
The name of the man who walked in on you and Erwin.
And the name of the man you suspected as the criminal behind the 8 murders and the hospital attacks.
"Do whatever you can find evidence that he's behind the hospital attacks."
That's what Erwin had instructed you, but to your dismay, you hadn't found any real proof to incriminate the doctor for the past week. Sure, you connected the dots between Dr. Braun and the hospital staff and patient victims as they had been under his guidance and care, but there was no solid evidence of his involvement in the attacks. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.
"Good evening, Dr. Braun!" you greeted him with a smile as he looked up from his charts. You both had just started night shift duty.
"Ah, good evening, Nurse ________. How was the patient in Room 143 doing?" Dr. Braun asked as he lifted his pen to note down your response.
"Well, his vitals were XXX, YYY, ZZ
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
I'm TryingI'm Trying.I'm Trying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
an attack that is massiveso,an attack that is massive3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
here's my hair
and my knees and legs
and even some of my shoulders
and they are dressed in purple -
don't ask me why though
an artist told me
purple was dangerous
'cause purple is red and blue
and red is fire
and blue is water
and i am red
and he is blue;
it doesn't matter now
''we'' is not me and him anymore -
here's your hair
and your lips
and your eyes, and just maybe
some of your fingertips
and you still don't have a colour
and maybe that's better
i'm a mess
and you're happiness
and you use
like ''phantasmagoria'' and ''ephemeral''
and you use
cologne that smells like heaven
red ink to write me love notes
every opportunity to see me
and you use
my name in every sentence
used to use
I Lost A Friend TodayI lost a friend today, and my heart will never heal.I Lost A Friend Today2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I almost cried, though I expect to cry later, when it sets in.
I lost a friend today, and I don't know how to deal.
I almost lied, but that would be wrong, though I don't believe in sin.
I lost a friend today, and my days will never be the same
I almost choked, though I expect it will happen, when I am alone
I lost a friend today, and I will miss our secret game
I almost broke, but it is coming, from my eyes to my bones
I lost a friend today, and my heart will never heal.
I almost abide, though my mind says no, I can't breathe in air
I lost a friend today, and this poem is how I will deal
I almost cried, at the beginning, but now I feel the tears.
How NOT to treat someone with Depression. 1. If they trust you enough to let you in, don't grab their wrists, and twist their arm to find the scars.How NOT to treat someone with Depression. 11 months ago in Letters More Like This
Not everyone cuts.
It's not a measure of your pain.
It's an addiction.
They will probably have other,
more subtle addictions invisible to your judging eyes.
2. Don't say you'll be there for them, don't lie.
Cause' we are naive, broken little things.
Our minds glass globes shattered in their flurries.
Our hearts bitten and rotten.
So don't give us those stomach-twisting smiles, say a word and move on.
We don't want to bother you, we'll stand there. Silent in awe of your ease at life.
3. Don't tell us it could get worse, or to get over it.
So maybe we are actually selfish.
Maybe we actually aren't just under the weather, having a bad day.
Maybe you have no clue how hard we try everyday to get up,
put on our slacks and face you in the war paint of prozac.
If we are a "weight on your shoulders" then please leav
Hide and Seek - [Yandere!Mephisto Pheles x Reader]Hide and Seek - [Yandere!Mephisto Pheles x Reader]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moon was high in the darkened abyss of the sky, the carpet of stars surrounding it glistening in an almost eerie light. The night was almost dead silent, even the usually triumphant cascade of cicada calls seeming to have died down for some reason. In fact, there was little to no sound at all throughout the ebony hued twilight; creating an almost sinister feeling deep inside of any observer’s chest.
This observation did not go unnoticed by you.
Your loud footfalls seemed to echo throughout the apparently abandoned streets as you ran, the silence of the outdoors around you seeming to only amplify the thundering sound. Shallow breaths left your chapped lips as you blinding trotted along, yourself having long been out of breath before now. But, you couldn’t stop to take a break.
You knew you couldn’t stop.
The bright rays of the street lights around you seemed to flicker as your fatigued form passed them, your suddenly life saving sneakers squeaking lightly as you sh