heartstrings.i.heartstrings.2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night is aglow, sitting
in the depths of my heart;
the city lights knitting
pale orange halos above.
In breaths pale with Argyle pink
diamond, the lovers rise
over the very brink
of the iceberg's cyan crown,
like celestial bodies.
In the crumbs of honeycomb
scattered on the table,
I'll find our proteome;
I want to decipher our
genetics, map your heartbeat
and find constellations
among every discreet
naevus nestled upon you,
joining the dots.
I'll pursue you forever,
until my worthless bones
(in boundless endeavour)
are at last compressed into
Argyle pink diamonds.
Testament to LoveWhat heart is mine, and do not fain to guessTestament to Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As if I lacked desire, or failed at some great loves test
Think not at my quality, as though I cannot stand
Or judge my admirability, for my act of love unplanned.
I wish not, and refuse it, that my love is here impure
And feel as though a wind of fate has begun to awful stir.
When dusk is set on loves abode, and hardened shutters seal
Darkness from hearth, so as my heart does nobly claim to feel.
So Fair, do not believe it possible to call to question love,
For strength of heart I cannot lack, tis truly gift from God above.
resonanceiresonance4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
lists of necessities: methods of
starvation, hours to fall asleep by, sharp
objects, words that mean nothing.
I’m sorry this isn’t better. I’m sorry
I’m not better and I’m sorry
nothing is bright anymore.
things you remind me of:
the november sky
right before it rains.
colors.red is a power color.colors.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
red is stoplights, anger. rage.
red is my nose when i cry about my parents.
“women are more attractive to men
when they wear red,” he says once
so you cut yourself
because red is blood
and when he ignores the bandages, you say,
“no. look what i did.
look what i did for you.”
but he doesn’t fall in love with you
red is the scream that
comes out of your mouth.
blue is the veins under your skin and
blue is depression that tells you to slice them
blue is the weeks you spend after him
and blue is the great, wide sky above you,
trying to remind you that the rest of the world
is still waiting.
your brother says he’s looking for the light
at the end of the tunnel
but the world is full of light.
(you would know. we can hardly see the stars
because of it.)
the world is not full of you
so you try.
black is what surrounds him
and black is burns
and you’ve been burned, scalded
so you blend in.
An Open LetterAn Open Letter to the Wasp Trapped on the 71vAn Open Letter6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You may not have noticed me, but when I stepped up in to the bus, I noticed you. I made my way to the nearest seat, careful not to disturb you. The other passengers and I watched you crawling on the window. Our eyes filled with worry, and we sat still, staring, each of us hoping we would not be the one you stung.
I felt your frustration, as you banged your head on the glass and crawled about it, watching the trees blur by. All of the exits were clearly marked, but you could not understand them. You could not know when the doors would open, which pane of glass would slide. Perhaps you would never be free, I wondered. Perhaps you would die there. I wanted to tell you that I have been where you are. I wanted to tell you that I knew how you felt. But I didn't.
For thirty minutes I watched you. I imagined myself sliding my hand under your six legs, cupping my fingers around your frail body, and carrying you outside with me. But when the b
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,you've been dead for a year, my dear3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Open SeaIOpen Sea11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fawn caught in
boulder on the
shoreline - a ghost in my dreams that's still breathing
I a &
Fates Tricky Methods 4 (Odd Trio x Reader)Fates Tricky Methods 4Fates Tricky Methods 4 (Odd Trio x Reader)5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Odd Trio x Reader)
“Sometimes I wonder why I was stuck with this, what did I do in my past life?” A lean dark featured man sighed quietly as he took a drag of his cigarette.
“Who knows and who cares, all that matters is that I get the girl. You know how hefty the price would be for her?” A younger man asked, bright lavender eyes dulled.
“I understand but….I don’t think the boys would be able to handle that….they’d damn near die.” He grabbed the cigarette and crushed it in his palm.
“I want my money. Do you want your family back or…?” The younger one smirked before turning around.
“No. I…I don’t want that.” He trembled under the his harsh words.
“Wonderful! I’m glad to hear that. I want the girl by the end of the week. I’m sure that’s enough time to decide what you consider to be right.” Large boots clunked loudly ag
Fates Tricky Methods 3 (Odd Trio x Reader)Fates Tricky Methods 3Fates Tricky Methods 3 (Odd Trio x Reader)6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Odd Trio x Reader)
Chapter 3~ I’ve decided to post every week! So chapter 4 should be up shortly!
I ended up making a VERY long chapter…sorry there was just so much to cover and my writing got ahead of me…I think this is damn near 3,000 words…
“So let me get this straight. You are seriously letting them dress…..like that?” I asked Yao as he prepared for the departure of the dinner.
“Yes. Why not? They’d look very handsome if you ask me.” Yao stated flatly.
“But why must they dress like nobles?” I couldn’t help but complain, I mean really! They are coming to an aristocrat dinner, who wouldn’t worry for their friends lives?
I know, for a fact that they will be thought to be in fraud.
“Yes, prince-“ I threw my hand up.
“(F/n) Yao, we’re friends.” He nodded and continued.
“(F/n), they’ll be fine, and I’m sur
If you feed the writerIf you feed a writer, they will follow you.If you feed the writer3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
If the writer follows you, they will talk to you. They will get ideas and inspiration from you, scribble down notes in a flimsy book.
If you talk to the writer, you will become attached. The writer will consider you a friend and seek you during their times of need. They will tell you when they are sleepy, when they are sick- they won’t tell you when they’re lonely, that’s up to you to tell. Read the writer’s writings, you will be able to tell a good bit about them.
If you become attached to the writer, you may fall in love with them. The writer will string only beautiful words to describe you. They will be head over heels for you.
If you fall in love with a writer, please treat them well. They are fragile creatures, teetering on the edge of fiction and reality. They need someone reassuring, someone who completes them. They are but an inch away from splitting themselves in two with their bare hands just to let all their
Cat!ChinaxReaderCat!ChinaxReader5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just as you began walking around the older cat area you saw a dark brown cat walking around with a long patch of fur covering both of the cat's eyes. Giggling you grabbed the cat up causing it to meow in surprise, smiling you grabbed your red ponytail holder on your wrist and tied the cat's fur back into a small ponytail out of the cat's face.
"Oh that's Chincat-" she couldn't even finish her sentence because of her fit of giggles "- his fur always falls in his face I swear..." you smiled down that the dark brown cat.
"He's...interesting" you said quietly as she went to put some kittens back into there little room. "I'll......take him...." Bella raised her eyebrows slightly shocked "wow....He's been here for around 3 years? All the people that take him, end up bringing him back" she shrugged "- And we have no ide why."
You sadly smiled at Chinacat "Well not this time.." his ears perked up as he heard those four words and if cats could be grinning, h
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a starYou Gave Me A Star2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
excuses for why I'm shakingwe live in a world of apologies.excuses for why I'm shaking4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out loud.
how scary is it to be something
so unalterably heavy, to be diagnosed
as your own worst enemy, but god,
you’re so fucking beautiful,
and not in the stereotypical boy
meets girl meets fairytale way, but
the kind that makes my heart
bleed a million miles quicker.
I just wanted to cry on all
your scars and wash them clean.
when things are bad for
Anxieties of a Conflicted IntrovertI.Anxieties of a Conflicted Introvert5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i don’t want to
have to tell you i’m
lately it’s been tough.
And i’m stricken with this feeling that
maybe i’m not good enough.]
you see, somewhere out there
birds are looking for nests and birds
are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i
am tired of picking straw from my heart
and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m—
[well sometimes i’m
but i never wanted to tell you that]
--tired of seeing the ball i wind from
those leftover nests grow and grow—
[and i want more, want more, but
sometimes there’s only so much my heart can hold]
my life is a tree c
A Death in LiteratureHe didnt enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didnt want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasnt going to do it.A Death in Literature8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no person wishes to be seen as nothing, or negligible. People always do what they do for a reason; they are driven by purpose. This time, though, there would be no purpose, no answer to the why?. The act would defy general understanding, crashing reason into a metaphorical sea of confusion. He had no reason to do this; no reason at all. The choi
LithiumA single trickling rain dropLithium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
I Thought I was Your AngelFall to the floorI Thought I was Your Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No words can reach me
You can't hurt me anymore
So keep yelling words
They only spin around me
I no longer hear you
But I'll just keep pretending
Pretending that I'm not slowly dying
That I don't need you anymore
And I'll just keep wondering..
Where are you now..?
How did we grow apart?
All I have now are burnt memories
And I can't stop thinking of you
You made me who I used to be
I thought I'd tell you,
I'm sorry I broke us
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
I can't even convince myself,
That if it wasn't for you
I'd never know who I was
Because I still don't know who I am...
I told you I didn't care
Not about how far away the stars were
Or what anyone could see on the surface
Because all I needed was you
You breathe on my neck
What did you expect from this?
All we had were your made up truths
And my broken words
Leading only to my tears
And your goodbye...
We could've slowed down
Let the world stop before us
There's nothing you can do no
Let's Pretend One Last TimeTalking.Let's Pretend One Last Time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear it in my head.
That something's wrong with me.
That I'm sick.
That I'm shutting down.
But they don't get it.
No one does anymore.
So please stop pretending you do.
It just hurts me more.
I've been fighting and fighting.
Holding on for so long.
And for what?
All I get is people calling me sick.
Telling me I need help
What's the point?
I should just leave.
That would make it all better.
Make everything better...
I'm not worth it.
Not worth it at all...
Keep saying you're sorry.
And I'll keep nodding my head.
Because all we're doing is pretending.
Pretending that you understand.
Pretending that I'm not hurting you again.
Pretending that this will work.
Let's drop the act.
What's done is done.
I think it's time to give up and run.
But now you're asking for forgiveness.
And I'll grant you this one last time.
For the pain is surfacing.
And I think we all know,
NorwayxReader Black Roses -Song-fic~NorwayxReader Black Roses -Song-fic~9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Curling up tighter in your bundle of blankets you continued crying.Why were you crying? You didn't know. You were in a deep deep depression for no apparent reason it seemed. Trying to stop yourself from continuing crying, caused you to only cry harder since it built up after a few seconds.
Life is like a boat in a bottle
Try to sail, you can’t with no air
Day by day it only gets harder
Try to scream but nobody cares
Through the glass you see the same faces
Hear the voices fade like a drum
When your life’s a boat in a bottle
You’re surrounded drifting alone
Hearing the doorbell you got up. After a few seconds you didn't hear it again so you got up after 2 minutes or more of debating and walked to the door and peeked through your peep hole. Seeing no one you opened the door and looked around. Not seeing anyone you decided to go back in when you saw the bou
Please Don't Forget Me I creaked the door open and looked in to see my best friend sitting at his computer typing his life away on his stupid blog he started 3 months ago. I walked in and looked down at him. "Can I ask you a question, Ben?" I plopped down onto his bed and looked at him waiting for his response. We've been living together as friends for almost 3 years now, ever since our families kicked us out. Recently, however, he's changed and not for the better.Please Don't Forget Me3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I guess, Annette," Ben responded with a sigh. I nearly choked when he called me "Annette". I've always hated being called Annette. It sounded old and fancy which is the complete opposite of me so I refused to be called by it. My teachers and principals all called me Ann. My friends and acquaintances call me Ana. Only my grandmother and boss call me Annette! My mother doesn't even call me Annette, unless I'm in a good amount of trouble so, I would never expect my best friend who has stuck by me forever to call
I Only WishHair soakedI Only Wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It almost feels like I'm in the rain
But I'm curled up in my bed
You're the whole reason I'm like this
Or is it really my fault?
Eyes never dry
Body never stops shaking
Stop telling me lies
That you still love me
That you'll come back
We'll be together again
Because you know what?
That's just bullshit
I've hard those one too many times
And I'm not going to believe you
You broke my heart
Can you hear it shattering?
Oh wait...I forgot you can't
You no longer care to hear
My words fall upon deaf ears
As well as my screams
I tried to make you stay
But you just turned your back
Said we'd be better this way
You're like everyone else
Why did I trust you?
Let you in?
Why did I believe you were different?
My eyes burn along with my lungs
Holding on to the last jagged piece
The last piece I have of you
It cuts deep into my skin
But I only hold it tighter
Letting the blood trickle down
Falling into the puddle of what I used to
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
Knew Where, Not BeautySights wanted to believe.Knew Where, Not Beauty9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When opened, there’d been a bridge of Mountain
When scarce, there’d been a cloud of Gold.
And a woman whose vanity grew as sheets did
Hair hung like fowl.
With no eyes to see,
She lye closed on top an orchid.
Slender and slim,
Fell to the sole of her feet.
By lyric and debates of pomegranate grapes.
In such company,
I not know what fond of beauty
She’d kept strange creatures in company,
Fortune for the wall and the dull of its key.
She ravaged the least bit of laughter,
Whole, in delicate monarchy.
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