Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
decayi trace the veins on your pale chest as we sit alone in the silencedecay6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreaming of days when the world will decay away and leave us
watching it burn together.
combing your hair and whispering your prayer as the night sinks
straying away from everything in life that makes you human
because mummy told you not to.
poison crawls under the skin streched across your neck slowly
etching forgotten poems in your old, ivory bones without
you even realising.
trembling and weighted.i tried to peel away the anger and the pure white noise and get to the center, the calm that i hoped was still there. but its not as good as it once was, its an ill fit, and i know i'll just give up on it in a day or two when the chemicals wear off and the cold settles a little too deeply into my bones to just be a winter chill.trembling and weighted.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but i'll never admit to anything, because i know its the first step but it doesn't actually solve anything in itself. most of the time it hurts more when its out in the open and you can see it in the light of day in all its ugliness. and its always worse than you thought, and despite the inherent human desire to think we're special, as a singular person you're alone and no-one wants to hear or see your inner uglies. they have they're own their trying to decide what to do with.
so i'll peel away my skin and remember that nothing calm could ever be within this pent up and irrational form i've found myself in. i'll poke at the demons and tell them to crank it all
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.Chained and Shamed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Until there’s nothing left to save.
I don’t fear death
Half as much as I do breath.
Because I’d be lying
If I said dying
Wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
A Reverse Lecture (KankriXReader)Ten more seconds. 9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…And “TRIGGER WARNING!!!!” Lurching forward you wrapped your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck. Finally biting down on his head and chewing on it all the while making ‘noming’ sounds. Letting something that oddly sounded like a gasp, a purr, and a shriek Kankri started trying to pry you off of him again. “See this is exactly the triggering kind of beaver I was trying to tell you about! Now if you would kindly remove you’re self from me before I become even more triggered!” And from there he started to list some triggers that you rightfully didn’t give two flying fudge monkeys about. After all you had warned him a loooong time ago that this might happen if carried on with his lectures for too long. Now normally if it was just a long lecture that you deserved you would at least let him know the designated time limA Reverse Lecture (KankriXReader)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became OneYou have endured so many storms that you became one.You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your mother was a tsunami.
Her emotions came in waves
and crashed down on you like
“this is all your fault”.
Her high-tide flooded your basement.
There’s water damage in your roots.
She taught you how to swim when you were five years old,
but somehow you’ve been drowning for seventeen years.
You once told me that you hid all the knives in your house
so that the waves wouldn’t carry them away.
Your father was a thunderstorm.
His voice shook your house so much,
I could have almost sworn that you lived by train tracks.
His thought clouds
generated enough electricity to light up your neighborhood.
When his lightning cracked you’d count
to see how far away his hand was from your face
before the friction in his bones was too much for him to bear.
You have endured so many storms that you became one.
You are an earthquake,
and my heart is your San Andreas Fault
Bastion: Clouds Are Making Way For MePreambleBastion: Clouds Are Making Way For Me4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This contains massive endgame spoilers for Bastion. If you haven't seen the ending, this will spoil it.
Warnings: References to suicide and suicidal thought, implied violence
Kid's got a heap of explainin' to do. Why set his weapon down for a traitor? Why put his life on the line for someone who already tried to take it? Why put the shard in danger to help the one who took it in the first place? Why risk the Bastion for someone who tried to break it?
They're not my questions. No ma'am. They're Zulf's.
Took him a while to ask them but then, by rights those wounds should've killed him. Should've killed the kid, too. Nearly lost both of 'em more than once. Guess Zulf's gods just like a punching bag. And the kid... he had too much livin' left to do.
Kid already listened to you instead of me. Set the Bastion flying who knows how fast in who knows what direction. I came around to the idea... slowly. The Bastion was never meant for this; surprised me more tha
The TreeSometimes I wish I was a tree. Small and crooked and not very pretty. And that someone like you, as gentle and compassionate, would stop by and tell me that it was alright. Tell me that I was strong to struggle in such a place, and brave to hold on. And that I was beautiful like all the other trees even tho it didn't seem so right now.The Tree2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought of it made me smile inside, happy, as if it really was to me those words were spoken.
At first I wouldn't believe my ears. A human who cared? Must be a joke. But he would not stop.
He would tell me "Perhaps you cannot see your worth. Perhaps you feel like you're a failure with no purpose. But I know that someone wanted you to be here, or else you wouldn't be."
And then he wouldn't hold me in his arms and calm me with soothing words - I was a tree for crying out loud! - But it would still feel as if he did. That feeling of having someone looking out for me. Recognizing my hardships. It would leave me with a soft sensation of being safe.
Creepy pasta Isabella extended fic part 1Creepy pasta Isabella extended fic part 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
A CreepyPasta Isabella Story. Part 1:
Any who knows me knows I loved Phineas more than anything. But love you see is a madding thing. Every day I would ask him the same question "Whatcha doing?" that was my thing but the true reason I asked him was to hear his voice. To see him light up the way he did making our summer days the best ever. Phineas....why?? Why didn't you see it? Why didn't you love me the way I loved you? Why did you choose her over me?!!!? Remi....that bitch!!!.... But ultimately, I did love you. But sometimes...Love hurts. But I'm getting a head of myself...
After a day like any other of that summer; an amazing adventure with the whole gang lead by Phineas, we even had a new friend with us her name is Remi she seems nice , very pretty and kind of shy but now it was time for a good night's sleep. "Mom said that the weather channel called for a big storm tonight. Good thing I already ear
Creepypasta: Disneyland's Haunted Mansion....In the year 2000, I went to Disneyland for the first time with my brand new passport with my friends. The very first thing I wanted to go on was my all-time favorite ride: The Haunted Mansion! I loved the ride so much I did research on the ride to figure out the secrets and techniques they use for all the effects. I also memorized the song so I would sing along throughout the ride. So I finally got to the Haunted Mansion and got in line. So far everything was the same as always except for one thing. I got to the 'pet cemetary' part of the ride and they took out the frog's tombstone and replaced it with another tombstone that says "Seth. Forever here...". This kind of bothered me, it seemed out of place and it wasn't one of those family-friendly puns that Disney makes all the time, but I ignored it thinking it's a new part of the ride.Creepypasta: Disneyland's Haunted Mansion....4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eventually I finally get inside the mansion, so far nothing else is out of the ordinary. The waiting room is still just the waiting room, the 'Ghost Host
Time doesn't heal, and God doesn't answer prayers.“Please bow your heads in prayerTime doesn't heal, and God doesn't answer prayers.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Send your troubles to the Lord
He will answer.”
But nobody knows
What I know.
Put on a smile
Bow my head;
The perfect image of
A little Catholic girl.
They don’t suspect.
But I’ve long lost
My love of the Almighty.
My best Façade
To hide my knowledge;
That time doesn’t heal,
And God doesn’t answer prayers.
love in the starsshe wears her heart on her sleevelove in the stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the night wears the stars
she wakes up everyday
expecting the unexpected
like love could appear out
of thin air and she could
breathe it in by accident
if it were up to her,
the kind of love that
she would fall for
would be the endless
SHIZUOXREADER pt11SHIZUOXREADER pt114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Monday morning Shizuo is waiting for you outside your house, wanting you to go to school together. Mom has cooked you egg on toast with salad but you only grab the bread to eat on the way out.
'That's bad manners, !' mom shouts after you as you slam the door.
Shizuo greets you and you talk happily on the train to school. You give him half of your breakfast, which he gratefully eats.
At lunchtime, Shizuo is practicing tennis on the training court when a huge gang of wannabe strong people jump him. You are on your way to give him some food you cooked yourself when you see him swinging one of the school signs at a large number of them. You freeze, unable to move, watching in facination and horror as Shizuo takes down each member of the gang.
'He's strong, ain't he, Shizu-chan?' you look to your left and see a tall, skinny guy with black hair standing next to you. You jump, then realise that it's the Bastard Izaya Orihara from Hanako's class. A bubbling pit of rage replaces the hunger i
Kaappimorson eeppinen paluuSe oli ihan tavallinen päivä, joka oli tosin jo kääntymässä iltaan. Rauski tuli kotiin ja meni heti tavalliseen tapaansa avaamaan tietokoneen. Jonkin aikaa netissä surffailtuaan Rauski tajusi hullun virneen nousevan kasvoilleen. Hän hapuili headsetin käsiinsä ja laittoi sen päähänsä. Oli taas se hetki päivästä. Juuri oikea hetki pelata vähän Amnesiaa. Hetken aikaa Rauski pähkäili mitä custom storya pelaisi tällä kertaa, ja päätöksen synnyttyä peli saattoi vihdoin alkaa.Kaappimorson eeppinen paluu4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kovin kauaa ei Rauski-parka kuitenkaan ehtinyt pelata, kun hän jo laittoi pelin paussille, otti headsetin päästään ja viskasi sängylle. Hän oli melko varmasti kuullut jotain. Kuulosteltuaan ympäristöään hetken aikaa hän nousi ylös, ja käveli pois koneen luota. Rauski hiippaili keskelle keittiötä, ja pys&
I'll Just Say What's On My Mind...I’ll just say what’s on my mindI'll Just Say What's On My Mind...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For everyone to hate.
I used to cry myself to sleep
And slice my skin with blades.
I wrapped a belt around my neck
In hopes of lifelessness,
And after failing even that,
I remained emotionless.
My mother used to cry all day
And my dad used to be ill.
My sister attempted suicide
By swallowing the pill.
My mother tried to kill herself
And we almost watched her fall.
She swallowed gulps of whiskey
And she blamed me for it all.
I have hallucinations,
And delusions, and depression
And fighting my own demons
Has become a slight obsession.
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to see.
This is who I am, and hey!
I’m still okay with me.
POVs of Discorded PoniesPOVs of Discorded Ponies4 years ago in Drama More Like This
POVs Of Discorded De-Harmonized Ponies
"The Truth Can Be Deceiving" Applejack
Ah didn't evah lied before. Ain't now. Ain't evah!
Okay, so Ah reckin' Ah was sometimes dead wrong 'bout some thangs. Maybe Ah couldn't buck dah entire orchard by mahself. Maybe helpin' with ah tricky stunt, bakin', and herdin' bunnies what ain't dat bright when Ah was half-asleep.
So Ah didn't tell Pinkie Pie 'bout her surprise birthday. But Ah didn't tell her nothin' that ain't true!
Okay . . . maybe . . . maybe Ah did kinda sorte hog dah bed from Rarity thad one here time an' said Ah was asleep when Ah really wasn't. But . . . but come on! It ain't a lie if ya ain't really tryin' to deceive'em right?
Elements of Harmony Stolen. Into The Maze. Separated from the others. Grove of Truth.
Ah see us all. Sayin' we're done with each other. Goin' back ta before when Twalight first showed up in Ponyville.
Ah don't know what we'll say ta each other. But Ah know it ain't right. If this here is where honesty leads .
A Witch's Voice: Elsa Maria V.2SHADOWA Witch's Voice: Elsa Maria V.24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O Lord my God, I sing of your Glory
Lend my Your Strength, as I make this story
I know my purpose for sake of the Light
We must save them from the Dark!
Look upon this World bleeding vice and sin!
The Devil's seeds take root, except within
I know my purpose to carry Your Will
Follow Us to the Light of Our Lord!
Ravens hold their horde! Bears charge forth by Red!
Locusts consume! Cows show their breasts unwed!
Serpents kill for legs! Gears move and Mule still!
We must save them from the Dark!
The Darkness moves forth, but now I must fight!
And so I pray to the Sun for your Might!
My Shadow stand witness before my Hope!
Follow Us to the Light of Our Lord!!
The Darkness expand, the Darkness consume;
Though the Dark stood once, now the Light shall bloom!
I shall save you All from Lucifer's taint!
We must save them from the Dark!
Come hither my Children and hear my Song!
I melt whenever I'm around you-Canada x ReaderBeeeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep!I melt whenever I'm around you-Canada x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The alarm clock rings loudly, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I groggily sit up, hitting the snooze button with a loud yawn, then stretching my arms upward for a small moment to relieve some of my muscles. Wiping the crust from my still sleepy eyes, a sudden thought came running through my mind, or, shall I say, you came to mind.
I immediately feel my face redden, bringing the covers up to my chin as if to hide the fact I'm completely flustered. You always were the first thing I thought about whenever waking up, well, actually, I can never seem to get your adorable face out of my mind. It's like you've permanently locked yourself in my thoughts, or was it my heart? Most likely both.
We had only known each other for at least six months, though, by now, we knew more about each other than anyone who has known us their whole entire lives. It was the start of a new school year, as usual, no one knew of my existence, leaving me to find my way around
A New kind of Hunger: Ch.5: Inked Up "I- I think I've changed my mind.",Toby said nervously as he padded towards the bedroom door.A New kind of Hunger: Ch.5: Inked Up2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You don't really have a choice now. It's to late for me to find anyone else.",Jack grabbed onto his wrist and pulled Toby back in the room,"So, unless you have anyone else in mind, I suggest you get back in here."
Toby groaned, what the hell had he gotten himself into with this guy?
"Don't whine.",Jack scolded and walked Toby to the edge of the bed. Toby sat down on the edge with a sulky expression.
"So..How is this going to work?",Toby asked as he fiddled with the zipper of his favorite hoodie.
He had been sitting in his underwear the whole day, trying hard to prepare himself for what was to come in the next three hours or so. It hadn't really helped though. It just made him feel exposed..
Jack pulled a package of multicolored Sha
I, IncubatorFandom: Puella MagiI, Incubator3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Puella Magi. This is fan fiction. I do not make money from writing it.
Warning: SPOILERS, obviously. Watch Puella Magi first.
Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. Elaborate euphemisms may conceal your intent to kill, but the ultimate assumption remains: "I feed on your energy."
~ Paul Muad'Dib
I wonder why you've been showing such a desire to get me to talk. Do you think to benefit from it? Still, there is no harm in telling you whatever you wish to know.
I see you've brought me something. Yum!
Yes, it really does feel good. My bodies have been modified to enjoy consuming a fully charged grief seed. It only makes sense that I should get a sensory reward when doing something that will help my long-term goals, don't you think?
Once your species is sufficiently advanced in the necessar
JoshDae SnippetFucking prick.JoshDae Snippet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dark-haired teen sniffed in heavily and curled up a bit tighter on his bed, his lower lip clenched between his teeth and his nose pricked a pinkish-red from the tears he fought back. His cell phone was gripped tightly in his hand and he lay in a disheveled pile atop his bed as he replayed a bit of the conversation he'd had moments before in his mind, trying to come up with excuses and reasons. Though, he was failing to do so.
I don't... fucking...
His face scrunched up a bit tighter and his lip slipped from between his teeth as the tears, though few, finally fell and a pathetic, quiet cry sounded out into his room from the back of his throat. He didn't understand why this was happening; why his relationship had ended up like this or what he'd done to disinterest his counterpart so much from anything affectionate. Was it even his fault? It just seemed like one day... one day he just didn't like him anymore and he had no idea w
My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your SoulsMy nocturnal eyes of sleepless nights, quite perplexing yet never obscene, sink far into your heartless soul, ceasing the life of your endless dream.My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your Souls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their blackened hues of misty cold, travel far and motionlessly deep, they plague the souls you hold and love, the ones you dearly keep.
For it was you and your doings of naught, confrontation and pure insanity, that doomed the weaklings to your palms, what an immense case of inhumanity.
Trapped within your grasp of hateful natures, they plead with me to leave, alas I shall free them never again, for it was their fault of capture, their greed.