March 1: Self-Injury AwarenessMarch 1: Self-Injury Awareness10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[We all live in the dark, blind to what's real. Come with me; feel the razor's kiss. Let me show you that you can still feel...]
Have you ever felt so bad about something that you wanted to die? But didn't go through with it? . . . Or couldn't? So, I guess it doesn't sound count as a suicide failed, but just as an on going attempt without much effort. Taking your chances every time not caring wether you lived or died? Like . . . Russian Roulette. But with a razorblade. Figured out what I'm talking about? Something that will touch almost everyone's life in some way, just like birth, disease and death? That's right. Cutting.
And no. I'm not hear to tell you "don't do it." 'Cause it honestly didn't help me, not in the least. I'd just like to share my story with someone. I hope its ok with you, and you don't get grossed out like almost anyone else has. So could you please try to open your mind to my past?
RQ:Marco 1: JournalsFor RainbowGuardian13 on QuotevRQ:Marco 1: Journals5 months ago in Romance More Like This
I am going to write you two, so that I can write both a fluff and a romance!
You felt like and idiot. Or maybe that's an understatement.
You sat on the deck, watching the crew as they run around and do their daily things. You say your watching everyone, but your focus is drawn to a small group on the opposite side of the ship. Your stomach did a back flip as your stupid raven haired freckled commander talks to the others.
You left your journal out on your bed this morning as you took a shower. You had woken up early so that your commander wouldn't have to barge into your room like he did every other morning, but he did anyways. And he spots your latest journal on your bed and happily plopped down onto the plush mattress and proceeded to read the last two years of your life.
You kept a very detailed journal, writing down most of your conversations and thoughts about what happens throughout the day. And of course you never held anything back, so you
Told myself it wasn't loveI told myself it wasn't love -Told myself it wasn't love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was afraid of loving you:
rejection hurts more than a tired heart
for it squeezes all emotions from your soul,
leaving you bare against reality's blank slate -
a state of invisibility and loneliness.
I called upon my friend, Time,
to help me forget you, only you...
Yet with every passing moment,
you plague my thoughts
with your humour and wit,
and I realise that I haven't forgotten -
I haven't forgotten you.
Turns out Time betrayed me,
so I gave Distance a call
to evict you from my heart
you unknowingly lived in.
Oh, Distance tried, oh yes she did,
but you just couldn't be moved,
for you were so deeply rooted
in my garden of love for you.
I told myself it wasn't love
and I tried hard not to love you
because you clearly loved another.
And I'm sorry.
Sick shanksxreaderxsick!mihawk part 9"It's called..." You grinned wildly. "Ten ways to annoy Mihawk!" You jumped up and down and laughed maniacally.Sick shanksxreaderxsick!mihawk part 95 months ago in Humor More Like This
"I like the way you think, (Y/N)!" Shanks commented and smirked.
"That's number one, we'll see if it worked tomorrow morning. He didn't hear us, did he?" You whispered. Shanks nodded his head side to side.
"He would've tried to kill us by now." The redhead pointed out. "I think he's taking a nap."
"Right." You said. "Oh! I can't wait to see the look on his face!" You squealed, "which one do you wanna do next?"
"Two'll have to wait for it to be at full potential since he's probably asleep." Shanks stated and stroked his stubble. "Let's reorganize his house!"
"Sounds good!" You agreed. "Or, we could make sure he's asleep. And if he's awake, we do two, but if he's asleep, we do three!" You suggested.
"Even better!" Shanks praised you. "We should do eight soon, too."
You nodded and motioned for him to quiet down and to follow you. You and you
Begin Again - Levi x ReaderBegin Again - Levi x Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You stood on the scarred earth of the world; land that had once been tainted with the filth of the Titans was now littered with their dissipating corpses. Despite the death that surrounded you, you found that the scenery was a lot cleaner than it once had been.
Your arms were aching and your fingers bled from the harsh labour they had been forced to endure. You couldn’t remember how many hours had gone by. The clouds had long since blanketed the skies with grey; it was difficult to determine the time. You had no strength left in your body; you had been fighting a long while.
So what was it that carried you? What was it that kept you going, even though your body had wished for the release of eternal rest?
It was Levi. It was your need to find him. Among the broken bodies and blood-stained grass, you had to know he was okay.
You dropped the blades to the ground as your erratic breathing made more sound than the environment around you. You were too weak to even call out his name; yo
RQ:Marco 2: PineapplesFor RainbowGuardian13 on QuotevRQ:Marco 2: Pineapples5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Second one~ Here yah go :'D
You put the finishing touches on the cake, adding a few more pineapple slices on top. You smiled and ate the last left over slice before putting the cake next to the other pineapple themed foods. You held back a laugh, Marco was not going to enjoy this.
Earlier in the week Thatch had asked you, and a few others, to help him mess with Marco. And of course everyone automatically accepted, you were the last one to agree.
And what was your task?
It was so create a bunch of pineapple themed food. You feel like the blond will hate this fruit by the end of the day.
First was breakfast...
Marco had gotten woken up and all of his clothes was pretty much gone except some pineapple print clothes, he ended up walking around wearing only shoes and black pants, with a pineapple on the left front pocket.
So many people were acting suspicious to the point he actually couldn't pinpoint who had his clothes. So, deciding to let it go, he
Royal Pain pt5~ Eustass Kid x Reader *Final*Royal Pain pt5~ Eustass Kid x Reader *Final*3 months ago in Romance More Like This
You close your eyes, relishing the cool night wind. The sounds of the waves and the steady rocking of the ship made you smile. It has been about a week since Kid took you away from the castle and you couldn't be happier. His crew was so interesting and funny, you liked them immediately. Surprisingly, the royal guard hasn't come after you yet. In fact your scape seemed a bit too easy. Boots striding across the deck make you open your eyes and look back.
"Hey, enjoying the night air again?" Kid guesses when you turn to him.
"Yeah, it's nice out here," You breathe with a smile.
"Glad youre enjoying it," He comments, stepping to your side.
"What's not to enjoy?" You reply, nudging him with your shoulder. He tilts his head in thought.
"Got me ther
Fireworks (Ace x Reader x Marco)Fireworks (Ace x Reader x Marco)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
There’s nothing that could wipe the smile from your face tonight. Perched on the sturdy wooden railing of the Moby Dick, a half empty bottle of ale in your hand and fresh tattoo prickling on your shoulder, you honestly could not be happier. You hum along to the music and look up at the sky, silently thanking whatever gods there are for today – the day you became a Whitebeard Pirate.
Though you had insisted firmly against it, the crew had thrown you a welcoming party. Pirates, it seems, will exploit any and every opportunity they can to drink and eat until they pass out. “Keeps the morale up,” the captain had said with a wink and a hearty laugh. You finish off your drink and look down at the empty bottle and smile. Well, you couldn’t exactly argue with him there.
You set the bottle down and before you can even leave your seat, there is already a fresh one in your hand and a pair of black eyes peering at you from beneath a wide-brimmed hat.
Reclaimed Woodthere is no proof withinReclaimed Wood3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the reclaimed wood
of this cross, turned frame,
no proof, stating
from which side
of the parable
we're looking at
or living out
these still-life scenes
there is no proof
as both science and faith
host their own
killing and compost fields,
into the layers of
scoff and thatch,
that we'll root
our tomorrows into
there is no proof within
the reclaimed knowledge
of eden's tree- turned totem,
no proof, that
our icons and idols
were meant to be stacked
into more than
sway and sting
of the scorpion segments they are
APH-Alte Liebe rostet nicht IIRussia was cruel even in his supposed kindness.APH-Alte Liebe rostet nicht II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He bandaged Prussia's damaged eye with exaggerated care and a wide, silent smile. Prussia was gingerly manhandled to an antiquated chaise lounge with faded golden accents and a film projector was laid out on a low table nearby, an unlabeled reel of film propped up against it.
"I was feeling nostalgic today," Russia said in a bright contrast to Prussia's stony silence. The other nation regarded Russia with his one ruby-toned eye, lips pressed into a hard line and face impassive. Russia simply smiled at him sweetly and tweaked the albino's nose mockingly before turning to load the film into the projector, fiddling with the controls and pulling down the white projector screen on the wall, all the while humming a tune that made Prussia sit up even straighter than before, his stoic expression marred by a slight sneer.
"Grün, grün, grün sind alle meine Kleider. Grün, grün, grün ist alles, was ich hab&
Writing is daydreaming on paper.CloudsWriting is daydreaming on paper.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
turn to cursive
bright light of Big Bang
laid out for ideas, the futurepoem,
from wandering pens. Here is the mind,
the guest of reality.
tetsuo: the western maggot (nanogliimo)vagabond trailing blazestetsuo: the western maggot (nanogliimo)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in portlandia until
he's an oregon ugly
to the west where
the main points
and gun barrels
at the main star.
to Alĭ ṣonak
with his voice
the weather down here
feels like the city
was built over a fire pit
with human skin
solar spinning over
he couldn't even place
on the podium
but at least the fall
isn't as long
as it could've been
when his teeth
gnashed the ice;
with frost burn.
he's in hell as he breathes in
the fiery cavities of despair
as clipped wings
and broken nails
are scattered across his feet
like old shoes.
anthracite, malachite burns
as if he's wearing tattered sandals
with ore spikes stabbing
with each step of the way.
he watches a bird struggle
to catch the air beneath its wings,
but the clippings at his feet
are crueler than invisible chains
that don't allow the wicked
to head home to the west
Collaboration with Astarsia - Riddle Me Thiszygote quandary burgeonsCollaboration with Astarsia - Riddle Me This5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stagnant and prideful,
haughty and self-aware,
as if psychics foretold
his existence from inception,
from the exodus
of his mother's womb.
he was far too many people
in one frame;
but innocence was still prevalent
in a broken contraceptive,
resulting in doe-eyed misconception.
but this was never the plan
and unlike his father,
he was never apologetic.
sardonic expression sealed fabrication
and exemplifying deceptive depictions
till dilemmas pushed deadlines together
like new marble tiles.
and then, suddenly, he was no longer
a susceptible boy with the crooked smile
but a suspected man playing
with the wrong toy.
AyePoWriMo, m)say,AyePoWriMo, m)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
can make oil bleed
with a midas touch,
and blame the backbone
Birth of MoonkataMS DOSBirth of Moonkata5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolled a sorcerer in D2x
a bard in Everquest
as a night elf hunter
in vanilla WoW
Born in the 80s
an IBM baby
encoded in my cells
A true geek
down to the core
Tonight's Blank Pagesi don't write, butTonight's Blank Pages1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
merely move things
that barely exist
between rooms that don't,
sometimes working weightless
and alone, but
as the dead eyes
of its night sky
hang heavily at my back
these are the hours
when our autoimmune arrangements
collect and coalesce
into starsets and suicides,
our pasts and pinholes
punched through the purple
of lab-stained sheets,
unraveling our dead-forgetfuls
along frayed edges
and somewhere below
tonight's blank pages
and broken implements,
there's a bed
where i don't sleep,
where snapped bits
and machine filings
pile up quietly
in the shape of me
dreaming through hallways
across the moonstone molars
of tiles worn soft
where we're all breaking down
but still catching light,
tonight's low struggles
of bulb buzz and ion haze
to the next
merely move things
that barely exist
corentai. tell her she means everythingcorenta2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to you; < < no > >
m o r e
in the galaxy
in the universe
in heaven and hell combined:
tell her she's just a step below
divinity because god will be upset
if you put anyone else before him
ii. when she tells you what
her favorite flower is;
like it was the most
important thing you've
ever heard. it doesn't
matter if it isn't true,
just get her the damn
to her that
her eyes shine
and that her lips
are like rubies;
her words are emerald
say that she isn't a
princess. say that
she's your princess.
iv. sing her her favorite
it doesn't matter whether
you're good or not, all that
matters is that you show that
tablature (#16)u.tablature (#16)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on sheet music,
you ring the toll
with vibrating thunder,
and electric ticks.
you said i quit:
those words weaved
into the slits
of my digits
and i quivered,
because i fear you
because i adore you
because i love you.
i wanted to blanket
every lie i ever told
myself and stitch
the quilt around my neck;
the part i want to be;
and the part that i am.
living to die
the eve of heaven;
roaming the monasteries,
the hellhole of my
feudalism of the mind,
again(st) an uncharted heart;
personal saga two.
but this is the second part
of the third time.
articulation is a siren,
unable to pull the trigger for,
fearing she'll do it willingly,
you are still
the light bulb
in my skull.
turn me on
and keep it pulled
until the buzz
some are addicts
AyePoWriMo, .)TomorrowAyePoWriMo, .)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the edge
of Everything's edge.
The penultimate coast.
Onward is the Life-sea,
a future silvering
an amber egg
bleeds all the potential
remember the empireblessed smoke rings coil around the fingersremember the empire3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the skyscrapers, the sudden saviors
a hundred miles above the emptiness
that you called home. the enemies of this,
your rebel jesus,
and all the facts that they got wrong,
scrawled in the walls and in the bones of those
long dead. do you remember what it was like
on the frontier - the fallen regiment, the ones
there's a white line that divides you
from what you understand and what you don't.
a message for the worst kind of gods, the ones that made themselves
what they'd become.
creation in the tiniest of things,
erratum of entities (nanogliimo)marauding in para dies,erratum of entities (nanogliimo)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
press pretty paradises
in an hourglass-t
m e s s
s s fucking
age o f the messagesyst em
er ro r erro rerrorerron eous
can n ot co mpr-com pr -compr-compr-
co mputer-c omp r e hendmendeathhole
cicatrixi trace the raised highways on his backcicatrix5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with seven ballpoint pens,
one for each pigment in a rainbow,
and tell him in depth how beautiful
his glance is paired with twisted lips
and white-knuckled hands clutching
how can i believe that when all you do
is find a way to color in
every goddamn imperfection?
immortalityall that has not yet met Deathimmortality4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(that which Death will never know)
dip your muted hues into vibrancy
—that your songs may become divine—
and i may even believe in you
for if one moment’s indivisible dream
defied for one minuscule e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y
before Eve’s first snowflake,standing
)i could perhaps then unlock the Ocean’s teardrop
or even the midnight poem’s
poem#01NYCi.poem#01NYC4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in such a chasmic city
who could suppress this poetic seizure?—
interstate shadows amble away
from their owners with every passing second
eternal midnight’s a roadtrip away
in regurgitated vehicles
we scrabble for nine-month redemption
and in the trunk we lock up turbulent tabloids
and environmental brochures we pretended to read
and we build our nests
in the heartbeats between skyscrapers
valet parking intervenes with caution
but is no less obscene for it
and for all the concerned faces
the ecosystem still falls prey to the hungry egosystem—
a lattice of vanity scrawling its signature
i’ve been pacing
the same gasping streets
thinking about predestination and how many times
i’ve got to wake up before i rise
and i’ve been searching everywhere
for a rabbit hole
to fall into
in the end i decided to dig my own
so i slipped thru the city’s ribcage
struck straight into the serene heart of Central Park
only to drown again