Any Misery You ChooseI'll open with this, I am not mad.Any Misery You Choose1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm just exhausted.
Yes, I know exactly what you did last night, again.
No, no one told me, no one needs to tell me anymore, I'm not blind. You came home in the early hours of the morning, and you showered before climbing into bed.
My bed, your bed, our bed.
Despite the shower you still smelt of cheap alcohol and cigarettes (you promised you quit, perhaps you did, and this is another punishment, you knew it was harder for me to quit so you flaunt it. I want to hate you, for that of all things.)
And, though you'd washed away the smell of the other person... Still their presence clung to you.
I think it was a woman last night... Do you think that hurts me more? Or less?
You laid down with your back to me.
But then you sat up, turned over. You were watching me.
Were you willing me awake? Or praying I'd stay asleep?
I barely sleep anymore, I wait for you to come home, then I wait for you to sleep, then I wait for you to wake up, and pray today is the day
HappinessSeries Title: After the ReapersHappiness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
I've recently become enamoured with the Mass Effect 'verse, thanks to a beautiful piece of Garrus/FemShep art here on DA: Mass Effect - After the Reaper by *ghostfire, and while I haven't actually played the games yet, I did do some research and fell in love with Garrus and Shepard's story and decided to try my hand at writing the 'ship.
Now, my vision for this is that it's going to be a series of short stories about Shepard and Garrus' relationship, so they won't always be in chronological order. I'll let you know in the ANs just where about it fits in the ME timeline and if the story in question is companionable with any of the others.
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe,
RottoQuando buffoneggi invece di parlareRotto2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perché è l’unico modo che conosci per dire quello che pensi, nascondendolo assieme alla fuffa, per non scoprirti.
Quando ti prendi in giro da solo per non essere preceduto dagli altri.
Oppure quando non parli affatto
per non sembrare fuori luogo, come un fazzoletto piegato e pulito in un angolo di un cassonetto.
Quando respingi, invece di abbracciare,
perché lo hai fatto per tutta la vita e hai addosso uno strato di aculei che ti pungono se li provi a levare...
Quando ti senti uno stupido
perché ciò che per gli altri è scontato per te è dell'altro mondo.
Quando mastichi e rumini emozioni per poi vomitarle in grumi senza senso
perché il fumo che attanaglia il tuo cuore è troppo denso...
E alla fine stai lì, non solitario ma solo...
E arriva il momento in cui ti chiedi urlando il perché ma c’è troppo rumore per sentirti e non hai più voce per risponderti...
E cerchi di risalire il crepaccio ma sei legato ad un altro te che trascini a peso m
MotherLook to your childrenMother2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone
They Know of Death?Look at him, smiling proud,They Know of Death?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Holding aloft a soiled shroud.
He claims it to be of his father-
The grim dodger, lonely carver.
And she- the last, by yonder triangle,
With brothers and deceit entangle.
Upholder of the slave friend Isis,
Though helped by asp to untimely crisis.
Then the forgotten puny folk,
Who lead dark lives until they croak,
Ruled by paper; an unlikely foe,
For a century of joy and woe.
Surely they cannot know of death,
And the pathetic fatality of their breath?
How can their love and hope survive,
When every dream’s a constructed lie?
An empty plea to an abyssal plain,
With everything to lose but naught to gain.
Inspirational to we forever ones,
They servants to internal drums.
MasterpieceA wrist of a girlMasterpiece8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knife from a drawer
An action that cannot be denied
When you have lost all of your pride
But, darling, you are a masterpiece
I do not want to see you like this
The world is cruel and full of hatred
But somehow, you are going to make it
Quecksilberfall eines HutmacherhirnesFrüher begrüßte man mich mit `Chapeau!´,Quecksilberfall eines Hutmacherhirnes2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dabei veracht‘ ich französische Hüte,
Reizlos und – richtig! die Kuchen sind roh,
Bis sich ein Messer ob ihrer bemühte,
Sagen die Quacksalber, das geht nicht weg,
Was sich in Schädeln wie meinem ansammelt,
Wächst und zerfällt zum Gedächtnis mit Leck,
Was hast du eben von `Obacht´ gestammelt?
Starr nicht so bleiern die Scherben kaputt,
Tassen und Partys gehören zertrümmert!
Tuschelst abfällig von Abfall und Schutt,
Siehst du, wie wenig mich all das bekümmert?
All mein Bedürfnis nach Tee war gestillt,
Überdies schmeckt mir dein Filzhut mitnichten,
Früher verstand ich und war ich gewillt,
Solch ein Malheur in Sekunden zu richten.
Teller und Tassen sind nun meine Welt,
Mit der ich täglich ein wenig zerbreche…
Merkur zerplatzt an dem Himmelshutzelt -
Hör mir doch einfach nicht zu, wenn ich spreche!?
You Found Me ch.1:::::You Found Me ch.14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Promised myself I'd never be that sad. Maybe that's why you've come along. To show me, it's not always bad' ~Jem~
Lilac hues gazed outside at the winter season. The snow fell from the skies above creating a pallet of snow covering the ground. It's truly a beautiful sight. She loved the winter season, purely for the snow. Removing herself from the soft cushioned chair, Hinata made her way into the living room. Just as she sat down on the couch the sound of the front door being unlocked interrupted the peaceful silence of the house.
Hinata turned around, smiling softly at the male. "Welcome home, Sasuke." Unfortunately she was ignored as the raven haired male made his way down the hallwaymost likely into the bathroomand slammed the door behind him. She sighed. Sasuke Uchiha has been her boyfriend for five years so far. Prior to dating they were both co-workers at the Uchiha Corp, an electronic company that Sasuke is now the President
unfilterediunfiltered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i’d tell you I hated you
if you had a voice or a face,
or any sense of tangibility aside
from the spider fingers you use
to crawl through my brain
you are not beautiful, like
all the other poets protest. you
are the red in my eye, like
a pen bled; the ragged to
my fingernails, the hitch of my breath
when it catches in my throat.
before i go, i’ll write a million letters (a million
pennies for my thoughts, bitter, embedded
under my tongue) and send them to people
i’ve never met, telling them how my eyes were blue
when i was little but now are the same gray
i’m choking on, how i am maddie and how that’s short
for a name i was never graceful enough for, how
i tell myself stories of lives i’ll never live so i
can go to sleep
because when i’m really gone, that’s all that’ll be left
(it’s funny what people
try to justify with words)
you never loved me,
you selfish thing, i wonder why
i wasted so many nights relivin
Request: 2P!ItalyxReader- Merry Christmas...BellaRequest: 2P!ItalyxReader- Merry Christmas...Bella2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Christmas time! Your favorite time of year! Snow, love, cheer, and presents! Oh, presents got you every time. Diffrent colored wrapping paper, and beautiful bows, plus, it's the perfect time to finally admit your feelings to the one person you loved, and his name was ...well...you didn't know that yet, BUT YOU PLANNED TO! You'd met him at your work, at the local coffee shop down the street. He always came to order a peppermint coffee during the winter, every Wensday at three sharp. Haha, you were such a stalker. Anyways, today was Wensday, one week and three days before Christmas Eve, so why not ask? Throwing on your coat, you grabbed you bag and headed out the door to the coffee shop.
".....___________?" Your co-worker, Elizaveta, asked, looking at your dazed expression. You glanced over. "Are you staring at a guy?!" A blush spreaded your face. "YES! Who is it!?" She asked. You pointed to the boy with red-ish brown hair, and brown eyes. He had a curl sticking from hsi hair, and weirdl
Pretty ChildHis skin is pale like beautiful deathPretty Child2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon child steals solemn breaths
With golden eyes he burns through stars
With a simple stare he bottles hearts
This demon child birthed from sin,
seeps with sadness once again
Wrapped in wings of raven plume,
The scent of ash is his perfume
I amI’m like a puzzle,I am1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of breath
Never tied down, but always on my heart's true path.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
Cannabis LostCannabis Lost9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of my first smoking pot, and of the buds
All numberless that have since then been packed
In pipes and bongs, and rolled in blunts and spliffs,
Of days spent well at ease, and of the po
Who seek to thwart enjoyment of the herb
Sing, muse of the days left somewhat hazey
And of the hours lost from feeling lazy,
Who through the sixties' flow'ry air dids't flow:
By all that grow in Surrey their great plants;
Fast by the blessings of all-greatest Jah
Invoke I now thy aid in this my tale
To sing of British Columbian weed
Of varied sorts of exploit and of deed;
May I assert eternal bluntedness
And justify we stoners to the Man.
Say first, of how the toking came to pass,
I had been many months and weeks in class
When through a random conflux of events
I found myself heading out to the beach
And there sat several of my friends on logs
Around a fire, with sticks and some hot dogs
And Lo! As well a cooler full of beer,
Some steaks, and shishkebobs, and
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters5Title: Testing the Waters 5/?Steve+Tony Testing the Waters55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
Rating: NC-17, m/m, non-con
Steve was lost in a deep, comfortable sleep, having forgotten about the miserable anxiety of the night before. He burrowed deeper into the blankets and the fluffy pillows that Pepper had gone about supplying the Avengers with after Logan had shred his apart again. That incident had led to Carol's complaint about the pillows being old and moldy, a complaint that Peter seconded with suspicions of bed bugs. Needless to say, the Avengers hadn't had any trouble sleeping after most of the well-worn mattresses and pillows had been replaced.
But, the fluffy pillows weren't the source of Steve's content. Most of the credit for his enjoyable slumber was thanks to the warm, unclothed body that snuggled up against his own, wrapped in his arms. Soft, dark hair brushed against h
Just Say It To My FaceJust Say It To My Face1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just Say It To My Face
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
Have I done something wrong?
We haven't talked for so long
Even a hello or a hi
I'm too used to goodbye
Now, Come here:
Is It because of the clothes that I wear?
Or the way I do my hair?
And look at me :
Look me in the eye
So I'm sure it's not a lie
Then tell me:
Don't text me, don't call me, don't write me a song
I just really want to know....if I've done something wrong
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
Now come here,
And look at me,
Then tell me,
Have I done something wrong?
We all make mistakes
We haven't talked for so long
We all have those days.
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
The bathroom can be great place for inspiration ;>.
Cursed The blackened fur of the devil's pet, festered before me. It smelled of putrefying meat and feces. Its flesh was falling from its cursed bones. I looked away—I was ashamed. Was this the beast I was to become? I returned my gaze to the obscene creation that still breathed through a sewn mouth. It's black, rigid horns curled sharply, only to penetrate the creature's skull.Cursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its clouded eyes watched me without movement. I didn't like this. I hated this. I turned to run but there, before me, was the beast. I looked behind me where it had once stood but it had vanished. It was mocking me. "You think you can scare me!" I shouted loudly at the thing, unaware if it could understand me or not. "You think you can make me change my ways?" I laughed at it, angry with its assumptions. "I know what I am to become, you foolish demon—I know this immortal soul is damned." I hissed angrily.
It was then that the beast cocked its rancid head, disturbing the stench that r
He Idles At the Break of DayHe idles at the break ofHe Idles At the Break of Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
day with a hum-song
from his engine, winds careening
along windows cracked, and the
copious chirps of an April bird.
"Is it music?" He wonders - that
ordered-chaos-well-from-the-soul - an
ostinato engine to the stringing
of windly breezes - and the singing,
oh how the singer sings her sun-dust
melody, like angels from tree-lined
shadows on a horizon of blazing light.