resonanceiresonance1 year 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.
Open SeaIOpen Sea2 years 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 &
Fossegrim!NorwayxReader-Welcome Home[B/Name]=Butler's NameFossegrim!NorwayxReader-Welcome Home10 months ago in Romance More Like This
t e n y e a r s a g o
You tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
Stupid blankets... It's a conspiracy I swear, you thought quietly to yourself, sweating beneath the covers.
You wrestled with the blankets until you were sprawled out on top of them, taking up the entire bed like a starfish.
"Gaahh! I hate summer," you groaned, flipping over onto your stomach. "Gaahh! I'm outta here... I need a glass of milk or something," you grumbled, climbing out of bed and dragging your feet out of the bedroom.
You made your way downstairs to the kitchen, tiptoeing across the smooth, marble floor with a candle in hand.
"Oof! Ow! Fu--hmgh!" You felt a pair of hands clamp down on your mouth, muffling your cuss. "Hm, lt m go!"
"W' 're to' l'ttle' t' c'ss..." A sleepy voice whispered into your ear. You stared at the blond-haired, blu
colors.red is a power color.colors.1 year 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.
JapanXReader-Imprisoned Part 3JapanXReader-Imprisoned Part 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
Kiku sighed. This girl was being more of a pain then he had thought. He glanced at the carriage driver who was looking frantic. He had just told Kiku that a storm seemed to be brewing up and they would not be able to move, the horses were in a panic and in less than a minute had been soaked. He sighed glancing at the clouds.
"So it shall be, we will wait." he muttered. He sighed and walked back to the back of the carriage, folding is hands neatly in front of him. When he walked in, he blinked.
(Name) laughed at the thought of ninja's expression. His fault for leaving her unattended. She quickly ran for cover under a large tree, a smile plastered on her face. Though the rain did not really help in her case, she was glad for the thunder, apparently she was loud and made a lot of noise when she stared at the grass, it was soaking wet. (Name) knew she wouldn't have long before the ninja found out and she was
An Open LetterAn Open Letter to the Wasp Trapped on the 71vAn Open Letter1 year 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
[Norway x Reader] Visions of War (Part 1)[Norway x Reader] Visions of War (Part 1)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
WARNING: LANGUAGE, BLOOD, AND POSSIBLY OOC NORWAY... DON'T LIKE ANY OF DON'T READ IT, SIMPLE AS THAT...
You open up your eyes to and see a flash of light and are deafened by the sound of an explosion. Your ears are ringing so loudly you can't even hear your own voice. Your house rumbled from the shock wave. Sitting for a few seconds you try to grab a better perspective on the situation, looking around your room for signs of what had just happened. All you see is a vase lying shattered on the floor and some things lying around moved slightly. You also notice that your husband is not in bed with you. Jumping out of bed, you run over to your window to see what happened.
"Herregud!" (ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ) you whisper to yourself, taking in the scene before your eyes. Fornebu airfield was with glistening sparks and towers of fire. Flash after flash you start to realize, added to the inferno, that there is gunfire. "No,
Marine!Norway X Reader~At the bottom of the sea~Marine!Norway X Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
*Marine!Norway X Reader*
Waters,being them still or moving,represented a place human couldn't explore without aid. Still with the technological progress,some pits of the oceans weren't touched or known - and maybe it was for the best if they remained so.
Some waters were sweet - as rivers or lakes - other salty - oceans and seas. First were easy to be conquered by humans - the last ones though,as much of a connection,were tricky and sometimes even an open battlefield.
The sea was always the expression of life in literature and it remained so through time. While describing the curly waves,the pretty shade of blue which transformed into shallow turquoise as it reached the shore,the foam created as the water swayed back and forth into a dizzy waltz or the variety of life in between the folds,any author was positive he was transmitting the cycle which was never to break.
Inhaling the cold salty air,the blonde boy in his early twenties retreated his glo
Fates Tricky Methods 3 (Odd Trio x Reader)Fates Tricky Methods 3Fates Tricky Methods 3 (Odd Trio x Reader)1 year 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
Bridges Of Beijing (China x Reader)Bridges Of Beijing (China x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bridges Of Beijing
(China x Reader)
My first China reader insert! I had fun! Lol here you all go~
Songs to listen to ‘Equivalent Exchange’ from full metal alchemist
There he was again.
That damn man!
He’s ALWAYS there.
At that bridge, where the cherry blossoms bloom at their brightest.
I could remember everything about this picture except for one thing.
I could never see his face.
Kiku tells me that a face is a person’s identity, just behind their name.
What was his name? Where was he from? What did he like to do?
These were the same questions I’d ask every time I’d have this bizarre dream.
“GAH!” A young women in her early thirties breathed in heavily.
“It was that dream again….What am I going to do?” She looked to her side to see her husband was still in a dream like state.
“It’s early morning. Good, I suppose I co
Cat!ChinaxReaderCat!ChinaxReader1 year 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
Fates Tricky Methods 4 (Odd Trio x Reader)Fates Tricky Methods 4Fates Tricky Methods 4 (Odd Trio x Reader)1 year 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
A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
Male!Belgium x Reader The Price for a WaffleAh, how you loved Saturday mornings. No need to wake up early in a foul mood, no need to drowsily part from your bed, and most importantly of all, no need to make breakfast. Snuggling closer to your pillow, you smugly let your lips curve to a smirk. Someone else will be waking up early and making breakfast for you today.Male!Belgium x Reader The Price for a Waffle1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
At the commanding growl of your stomach, you practically leapt off your bed and briskly strode out the door while running both hands through your tousled hair, attempting to sort out the knots accumulated through a night of tossing and turning.
That delicious smell hit the roof of your mouth and you could almost taste those mouth-watering Belgian waffles. Too bad it lacked a physical, edible form at the moment. Licking your lips, you clambered halfway down the stairs and peered over the rail.
“Good morning, Riley!” you called cheerfully, reaching down to ruffle the mop of brown hair an arm’s length bel
Mochi!Romania X Reader (Halloween theme)When you opened the box, there was nothing in it at all, nothing! But you swear you heard groaning sound came from it, how come it's empty now? This is not funny at all! You was about to throw the box away before you noticed a note at the bottom at the box. It said:Mochi!Romania X Reader (Halloween theme)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello there, my dear little one! Well, seeing that you were so lonely and unhappy, I decided to give you a little present! However, it's quite a mischievous little one, so you must have seen nothing in the box right now~. And so, I'm going to tell you the place to find your present! It's like a fun challenge, isn't it? Well, enjoy your present, deary~
Well, isn't this just great? You had to "find" your present instead of receiving it normally. To be
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,you've been dead for a year, my dear1 year 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
If you feed the writerIf you feed a writer, they will follow you.If you feed the writer1 year 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
Sundiveri.Sundiver10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had said so. I learned
how to hold my breath,
how to apply foundation,
how to cry
without bleeding tar
down my cheeks,
and how to wear my bones
He says he does it for the money.
He says you have to come up slowly
or else something inside of you will explode.
I didn’t understand what he meant
until I realized my throat was still
somewhere in hi
I Thought I was Your AngelFall to the floorI Thought I was Your Angel5 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
I Only WishHair soakedI Only Wish5 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
At World's End LITTLE BOYAt World's End1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
boy girl r e
c o n c r e t e r
Alive [America X Reader]Alive [America X Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie
Have you ever got a bad feeling that you just couldn’t shake? Just a feeling that something horrible would happen even though you didn’t know what that something was. Well, [Name] woke up that morning in that situation; with a awful sense of dread welling up in her chest. Try as she might she couldn’t shake the feeling, even as she untangled herself from the bed sheets and rose to her feet. Even as she made her way down to the kitchen the smell of coffee was smothered by this knowledge, clouding her mind.
“Morning, [Name].” Suddenly she felt warm arms wrap around her waist, jolting her back to the world of the living. She forced smile, turning around to embrace her blond haired husband.
“Good morning, Alfred.” She said, breathing in his scent. She felt the rumble of his laughter through his chest. Hearing that she tu
StainedInk leaking on pure whiteStained5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One letter after another
It spreads quickly
There's nothing you nor I can do
The only person who cant stop it is the artist
The prisoner of words
But they'll never stop
Just like I never will either
Tormented by too many things,
Our only release is through this ink
It's for survival
We're not concerned about what you think
Or if it even makes sense
All we want is the ink out of us
So we're no longer tortured by that thought
But there's always something more
Always something new to be tormented by
So the ink flows once again
Staining what was once so pure and white
But in this never ending cycle
The true thing becoming impure is the heart
With each stroke of ink adds a drop of darkness there
Soon all we'll have left is the darkness
But that won't stop the ink
Not even then
For once our heart becomes tainted by the dark
The ink is all we truely have left
Let's Pretend One Last TimeTalking.Let's Pretend One Last Time5 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,