Free! OC Bio: Masami AomoriFree! OC Bio: Masami Aomori1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Masami Aomori
Nicknames: Potato, Shorty, Cutiepie, Shrimp
Meaning of name: From Japanese, (masa) "become" and (mi) "beautiful".
Height: 5’0 “Shortest in her class”
Weight: 95 lbs.
Occupation: High School Student, Iwatobi High School
Marital status: Single
Love interest: Makoto-Tachibana
Relatives: Itsuki Aomori (Mom), Mitsuo Aomori (Dad), Kade Aomori (Older Brother)
Relations: *will be edited over time*
Best Friends: Akane Hashimoto (deceased), Misaki Kitazono, Seiji Kentaro, Teppei Kenichi, Makoto Tachibana, Nagisa Hazuki
Friends: Tomomi Hayasaka, Hasegawa Tatsumi, Rei Ryugazaki, Rin Matsuoka, Haruka Nanase, Yuuta Yamamoto
Likes: Desserts, maid outfits, clothes, make-up, dancing, receiving compliments, lace/sparkly/shiny things, frilly skirts, lace, dying her hair, stuffed animals, jewelry, over-sized sweaters, anything pink, eating, getting hyper, and her friends.
Dislikes: acne, spicy foods, jump scares, fake frien
The Storyteller.Words burst from my fingertips likeThe Storyteller.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Licks of fire, burning paper
Where they etch and score their
Meanings with absolute passion.
The faint, illusory scent of make-believe
Smoke surrounds me like a shroud:
An ensorcelled cloak, its hem stitched with a
Magical thread that imbues me with the
Power of words, its fabric dyed
Dark, shimmering with shades of ambition.
Creatures of all forms and ages begin to
Flit across my page with alarming clarity.
Voices - strident and shy, tenacious and meek -
All attempt to make their stories heard:
There are adventures to be spun in
Stimulating hues of royal blue and jade;
Romances to be told in the
Swelling notes of a sweet serenade;
Downfalls to be declared by the knell of
Death as he leads a doleful black parade.
Day after day, my Muse leads me from
Forest to meadow to coast to city, opening
Portals through which I can glimpse
Alternate realities and different lands altogether,
That I may understand the
Wonders of wor
undone. bird-bone wrists perched on window sills,undone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you watch train tracks fall into the mist.
your breath is softly fogging the veiw,
but i don't say a word.
some silences can break like china if you breathe too hard.
the trees are angry strangers that make your hands shake when you think i'm not looking.
(i try to tell you the worst things are after you close your eyes,
but neither of us believe me.
when she says she's not afraid to step off this train,
we both know what she really means.
(she's scared to live.
because you're the kind of girl who hides sleeping pills in the corners of her smiles.
who overdoses on life but forgets to purge her insecurities.
who carries a knife in both pockets and laughs like br
In the Shallows. I bent over to touch my toesIn the Shallows.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the ground tore open like a backbone.
I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars,
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.
Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees,
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of do
flutter.i. there are swallows gathered in yourflutter.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chest, tense and cramped amongst your
heart and your deep lungs.
they are safe, but they are unhappy.
they long to break free.
ii. your ribs are each
carefully strung together with
tattered, bloody ribbons.
you want to keep the swallows in.
iii. they are your only comfort, the
only fragment of normality
you continue struggling to
hold on to.
letting them go means
letting go of everything you know,
and everything you have ever been.
iv. the swallows cannot sleep;
your frantic heart echoes far too
loudly within the caverns they nest in.
they are exhausted, but they find it quite
What I wish I had knownWhatWhat I wish I had known1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell you on
when you go
to your friend's birthday
of the dishes
at your willpower.
What they don't tell you
when your teacher
for your class
ironboned and magic
And what you
have to learn
like in the
from your face
your little sister
on the scales
on the scales
all the puke
an apology letter to my body.i am sorry,an apology letter to my body.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i treated you like disposable napkins. like cheap china, or a rug feet have worn the 'welcome' off of. for treating you like fast food in a landfill and for letting others treat you that way too.
most days i can't look at you in mirrors,
when i should be writing you love letters .
i have deprived you,
i have scarred your passages and eroded your halls.
i have let your sacred places be defiled.
you are a country i have never learned to call home,
a language no one has ever spoken.
i made you into a map i told everyone not to read,
planted railroad tracks like break crumbs, like my flesh was an industrial revolution i sometimes follow with my fingertips.
for the days my stomach became a ghost town,
my mouth a forgotten portal.
for the days spent with two fingers down my throat
like the trigger of a gun reversing the cycle of food.
i'm sorry for the nights i didn't sleep
and the days ballet became punishment.
for the days every muscle felt a
what if this was the song of myself?1. god laced your eyes with opiumwhat if this was the song of myself?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stitched them shut with cotton fog. wake, love cough
like a gunshot, breathe
like the blood eagle
has been carved into you. time didn't mean
to blind the moon's great eye, to
collapse it into the static horizon.
my lips can no longer pronounce the word mercy. wake,
2. the days crack like porcelain dolls
under my father's boots. there are skulls
hidden in the cabinets, & shadows too, hung in the closet
like thin-pressed coats.
3. razor, rohypnol, rope. bathroom,
basement. if i touch all three
before i leave
i won't pick one up when i
4. there is newsprint
my skin; the serif fonts
lock & jumble
like nephilim stretching
like barbed wire babies
crawling through my veins. this is
the same disease
you died of. without you here,
5. razor, rohypnol, rope.
razor, rohypnol, rope.
your picture smiles,
showing skin. that summer
we were always young.
mapping the ache.She learned anatomy when he broke her heart. She liked how she could track the stinging, burning pain as it delved deeper into her. Starting in her throat, a heavy lump that wouldn't move anymore than a cm a day. it would travel through her veins, like back lanes, leaving behind big clouds of exhaust fumes that make her skin tarnish, and her blood thicken. the pain, gets a little stronger. moves a little further. with her bones structure mapped and blown up on the wall across from her bed, she woke up each morning, and closed her eyes. she sat quiet and still with breath held, trying to pinpoint the pain. she'd trace the wall and place a small gold star where is had reached that day. it was quite beautiful really. this skeletal system, scattered with little stars. her own constellation.mapping the ache.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
it was a realisation that everything can be traced back to her heart. it beats and bleeds and aches and yearns and everything it feels is shot through your synapses and
you are only as good as your best distractionthe streets are coarse,you are only as good as your best distraction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
littered with short-haired women in creamy coats,
skin like jellyfish.
their eyes are the worst,
rimmed with the same rusted colour
as the spit that comes from their mouths
as they cast their iron hooks:
quiet smiles, snake words.
there is no one safe, least of all me.
my bones show, and the moon smiles down on me
as i press my knuckles into my shoulder blades,
pull fingers through my hair.
i totter into a quiet bar,
a strange alien bunch of silk and foamy pearls.
the room is profoundly comforting,
smoke rising in the dim light,
the ceaseless moans of a cello in the corner.
i make pitiful French-sounding cooing noises at the bartender
as i point to a bottle of port that i want.
he pours wordlessly, and i gaze into the amazingly dark wine,
so thick it leaves a red film in the glass
after i have let it burn a gracious path down my similarly coloured throat.
a few hours later, i fin
5874265Winter has taken hold of my heart.58742653 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark of night she slunk in, leaving frosty-footprints on the glass,
and sang me to sleep with lips as soundless as an owl's wing-feather,
dusting my eyes with powder to help them seal shut.
With snowy fingers she incised my breastbone
and plucked my ribs like the petals of the last flower:
one for me, one for her, one for me they cascade to the floor, white and crumbling.
She raised herself up, back arching, and drove her feelers
- silvery tentacles, glistening like dew -
through my system, latching herself onto me,
drilling nails into the soft-spots on my bones.
She hooked my veins together like a bundle of cords and seeped down into them like battery-acid:
eating away at my nerves until only the tips of my fingers
remembered how to feel.
She stroked my heart, cooing softly,
thumb and forefinger reaching down with elegance and demonic-grace
to take that tiny thrumming machine into her hand,
Smile *Haruka X Reader* Free! ISCSmile *Haruka X Reader* Free! ISC1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Where are we going Gou chan?” You ask your good friend Kou with a teasing smile.
“It’s Kou!” She tells you.
You laugh. “I know. I was just teasing.”
“Right, well I’m taking you somewhere special.”
“You’ll see soon.”
The two of you walk around the corner and look down the next street. You can see the swimming pool coming into sight.
“Kou, are we going to the pool?”
Kou nods. “Have you ever watched the Iwatobi Swim Club in action?”
((In the pool area))
You sit with your feet in the water, watching Makoto, Rei, Haru, and Nagisa swim from one side of the pool to another again and again, each of them practicing their own unique stroke. You know them from school and have become pretty good friends since Kou introduced them to you a few weeks back. You continue to observe the boys silently when one of them catches your eye. The black haired boy, Haruka, has stopped his l
I'm at a pay phone,looking for you in the paper-thin pages,I'm at a pay phone,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it's so ironic.
I spent my last four quarters on narcotics
that I'm too afraid to take,
and I could really use some gum right now
to wedge my jaw open for a while.
The doctors are braiding your biggest bones
and I'm in the backseat of a stranger's car
trying to weave loops of rainbow-soaked cotton together,
hoping to keep my brain from going
numb like fingers in winter-pelted pools.
Something tells me
if I caught a scent of you,
I would never let go.
song of the new orphando you recall that afternoon that we were together?song of the new orphan4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course you do.
there were so few.
like the first night I saw you. your skin pale as a
waterstain, body an empire of bones and
I wasn't supposed to be there.
The invisible worms could feel my lying
when I told you my name.
my ersatz skin was pulling and crawling,
telling me to get out. hungry. it is hungry.
when you sang, your muscles tore.
I love that sound.
That afternoon we were?
we collected dead leaves and ate nothing.
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, you said,
and you screamed because you knew
when we looked up, we'd find
that our sky had been caked
with our own mutilations
and black blisters.
I wasn't supposed to be there.
The invisible beetles could feel my
breathing when I woke up and the
room spun. their wings burned up
my lungs with a droning pain, pain beyond the fields of bones.
hungry. it is hungry.
and my lungs are left empty shells with
tiny seeds left blooming
CodaSpattered in moonlight, I can taste sunbeams on my tongue: warm, thick, creamy like caramel in coffee.Coda3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beneath me, the seasons are changing. That little fragile thing within is stirring; she is yawning, stretching, raising herself up like a tattered marionette, all her joints popping and vertebrae realigning. As she dawns, the dust billows and flames reignite; her strings are growing back together, spidering upward with thin, famished fingers. When she dances, the world rewinds to those beautiful moments.
The ghost of a palm burns through to the small of my back, nerve-endings clambering: dripping across my spine like the cold touch of water and ice. His lips graze that hollow place below my ear, sending a shock wave through my system, filling me up with secrets and sparks, gorging me with promises.
I breathe in his vindictive charm, all those capital letters spoken with question marks, the lies twisting to truths. Dreaming nightmares as sweet as sugar-cane, I take his abuse like a sho
The power of wordsIt is fascinatingThe power of words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how such little words,
how such meaningless sounds
could break your mind.
It is disturbing
to see people utter them,
loudly and without thinking,
not even regretting the harm they bring.
It is suffocating
when those words have to but can't be held,
or when those thoughts can't be expressed,
frustration building up inside.
It is heartwrenching
how a few words,
can break a fragile heart.
It is as surprising
as how a few sweet words,
pronounced with love,
can make forget and even heal wounds.
weeping limbsi wish i could show you how aggravated with my hands i amweeping limbs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd rip open my ribcage just to show you how i beat
so fucking incorrectly,
i wish god would have put my parts together
maybe if he did
this wouldn't be a
Remarksi. I like the way you call meRemarks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and always hang up on the second ring
because you know I get the shakes and the shivers
and sometimes, but not always, my knees fall off
and I have to crouch down to find them.
ii. I keep thinking about you.
and your ten-thousand tans
and your lack-luster smile
gaping open with colloquialisms.
You and the way you say
"you're pretty and thin"
as if one more label will be the gunshot
and I'll finally escape that dream
in which I'm running, but my feet are melting
through the sidewalk and my arms are
casting impossible shadows.
iii. It reminds me of how inarticulate words are sometimes;
how they flit through me every second and yet
I tend not to write them down around you
because, every time, I wake up and
forget why I am.
How your words mean next-to-nothing to me
because you throw them around
like ping-pong balls, and
I prefer to sip them like sweet tea.
iv. You say things like "I love you" and
it reminds me of how I will never be anyone.
How I me
i like girlsbreathing in the scenti like girls3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the noisettes, i am so
overcome with hope
dreaming of something
lashing me to willow trees,
grounding me, for now
to a place where there
are never expectations;
i am somehow safe.
please take me, for me.
i know what you think of this...
it scares me to feel
that you will never
really understand me if
one day i'm in love
1939my skin is colored19393 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the crescent
sometimes i wonder
if maybe my bones
were rolled in ashes
i would be
a more fitting
my hands have
never mimicked the sun
in elliptical shadows, my
chest is not
the dark reminder
of my soul
my skin is silk
and honey, milky lines
crossing the floor
the midnight hands as they drape
over this bed.
body.I want to fold mybody.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
self in half, perfectly:
bending at the break.
-feel sunlight on those
crevices and crannies in
with phalanges chilled by spring,
and pick the locks in
all those daisy chains
that tether me to chair legs
so I must stand still,
immobile: weak in
my core - something counting down
to absolution -
trapped: strong in spite of
(because of) those iron rods
buried in my shins.
I am braced for the
Apocalypse of my soul:
The subtle let down.
I want to drift a-
-way, way far away, to lands
gray and beautiful.
Please, let me crease this
spine down the middle, femurs
shattering. Seal my
tight shut with resin
and turpentine: liquefied
schizofriendia"i think i am mad," i whisper in your ear.schizofriendia3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
your ear, there is this beautiful freckle right next to your ear, it's dark and round, a plum-brown mark on the barrier of your skin, your skin that separates me from your muscles, your lungs, your skeleton and your vascular system, your pretty organs.
"why," you exhale, the universe spilling from your breath. the room is so cold; your breath forms a cloud. i watch it dissipate, listening to the quiet grow. the barrier of your skin becomes a glow, a dreamy rendition of skin, suddenly hollow. there are caverns in you, hollows where you should exist, spaces where you should breathe. i open my eyes.
schadenfreudei found loveschadenfreude3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your bone structure,
with your soul worn across your lips.
you remind me of the sunshine
i lost in the circles
i left behind
to find someone an ocean
i am here,
watching the birds take flight
from the edges of your mouth,
watching their wings curl
with every word
strained with an accent
owned by my ancestors
born on ships.
i want you to tell me again
about the times
you found a purity in his eyes,
the blank skin upon which
they were set like jewels
and those when
you grinned cheekily
when i told you how
you really were.
i find myself wishing,
which brings paperweights
to my ankles as i
swim the seas,
that the water in which
i am sinking
would part for the benefit
of my heart;
that your contagion
would not touch me;
Her [Poem]Her hair,Her [Poem]7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black like her fathers heart,
When he drinks,
When he screams,
Screams at her,
For being "so cold".
Hazel like the mixed feelings in her soul,
Green like the ground,
Brown like the soil,
Specs of gold.
Broken like the men who go through war,
They shot that gun,
They said goodbye.
Rotten like the bullies,
That beat her after school,
Tears in her soul.
Full of scars,
Full of the hate,
That people marked her with,
With ever word,
Every time they tried to fix,
That which was not broken,
Like a wall,
Like her mind,
Like her soul.
She's only Human.
She's only so bold.