Destiny is a Bitch (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 9The school day seemed to drag on for you. You just wanted it to be over so badly. But it was only 3:24. Only one more minute till I get to leave… C’mon stupid bell! You were waiting impatiently for the bell to ring so you could see Jack. The clock finally went to 3:25 and the bell began to ring. Your teacher was saying something but you didn’t hear since all you cared about was Jack.Destiny is a Bitch (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 91 year ago in Romance More Like This
You went back to your locker and packed your stuff as fast as possible and left. You went back to the forest where Jack dropped you off. He was leaning on a tree waiting for you. You smiled and walked over to give him a hug. “Hey Jack.” You said.
“Hey [Name], ready to go home?” Jack asked.
“Yup,” Jack held your waist as you wrapped your arms around him. The wind picked you both up as you were now high in the sky.
In no time at all you were home. You got out your keys and unlocked the door so
HexenwindÜber den WolkenHexenwind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Da fliegen die Leichen,
In Feuer getaufter
Im Heimspiel der Ängste
Beschenkt man die Engel
Mit purer Gewalt.
Unter den Menschen
Da knistert Vergessen
Sie werden nicht zaudern,
Den Hass zu erneuern,
Um das zu beschützen,
Was niemand bedroht.
Zwischen den Seelen
Da scheitert der Wahnsinn
Aus Flügel und Asche
An mangelnden Grauen.
Sie werden nicht fackeln,
Das Scheitern zu häufen,
Um jeden zu opfern
Der Gleiches benennt.
SeasonsBonfires and sulphurSeasons1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smells of cold nights;
In creep Winter’s fingers.
Folks’ hands they hold mugs
Of heartwarming drinks
To ward off the chills
That linger in streets.
Mulled wine for the elders,
Hot cocoa for the youth,
These remedies thaw smiles
from frost-frowns, forsooth .
Snowmen and snowwomen
Spring up from the ground
Little knowing that Spring
Will pull them back down.
Slowly the woolly hats,
Thermals and mittens
Uncover pale faces
Hidden from vision
For so long by Winter
- who’s had his reign –
Tis time for the sun
To Spring life up again.
But not without showers
Nor cold snaps – watch out!
Do not be surprised
For a last wintery bout.
Eventually comes Summer,
Always late and never stays,
Like a young introvert
Too shy for much play.
But while the heat rages
So the barbecues sizzle,
Sunbathers fill beaches,
Melting ice cream dribbles.
Summer burns short and sharp
Though it never was meant:
From her brief spells of hot
StilleStille Tränen fallen auf den staubigen Grund. Zwischen die Scherben dieser meiner letzten, zerbrochenen Wünsche.Stille3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich habe gerufen, geweint, geschrien, gesungen, verlangt, gefragt, nach jemandem… der mich einmal ansieht.
Ich bin ein Geist. Den keiner sieht, den keiner hört.
Gefangen zwischen Leben und Tod.
Du warst der undeutliche Schatten meiner Fieberträume. Der unausgesprochene Name, den ich ohne Laut rief. Ich habe ein paar Worte dagelassen, in Stille geschrieben auf ein totes Blatt, ließ es durch die Winde wehen.
Diese Worte, ein letztes Flehen, dass es alles zu Ende geht…
Du hast es gefangen, die Welt überquert, um meine Hand zu halten. Den Schmerz wegzuwischen. Bei mir zu sein. Du warst die Stimme, die mich gerufen hat. Die mich ins Leben zurückgerufen hat.
Wie kann es sein, dass ich das verdient habe? Eine Handvoll an Wärme? Ein Herzvoll an Liebe? Ein Lebenvoll mit Lächeln? Wie kann das sein, dass ich dich verdient habe? W
Opiumtraum eines MittelmaerzhasenWie mundet die Stärke die Augen zu schließenOpiumtraum eines Mittelmaerzhasen1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die mich aus den Höhlen des Spiegels anstarr'n?
Ich will nicht! Ich bin nicht! Ich muss mich vergießen -
Entschlossen im Kessel des Mondes verscharr'n.
Mein Kopf ist ein Kessel voll brodelnder Gülle.
(Ich hab ihn gekostet, er schmeckt nicht sehr gut)
Ihr alle seid Hüllen in Hülle und Fülle,
Befüllt mit beachtlich viel Butter und Blut...
Die Butter ist edel und krümelt nur wenig,
Dazu ist der Kaffee im Kuchen genehm.
Das Blut ist kein Tee - und die Kekse sind sehnig...
Ihr starrt mir zu viel für ein halbes Problem!
Ihr starrt mir die Butter und Spiegel ganz schwummrig
Mit euren Gedanken! Jetzt seid doch mal still!
Mit eurem Geschweige macht ihr mich ganz hungrig
Im Kessel sind einige Augen, wer will?
Ihr wollt meinen Kopf mit Verrücktheiten quälen!
Ihr wollt meine Augen!? Ich reiß sie mir aus!
Jetzt könnt ihr mir nicht mehr die Spiegelein stehlen!
Anti-Suicide LetterI'm going to keep on living because despite the chaos in the world, there is love and hope in the world. There is love and hope in myself. I've discovered my gifts, my special talents and I will use them to change the world for the better. My family has instilled in me lessons that are highly valuable and should not be wasted in Death. I could be living in the very dark times of the past but I'm here. I could be homeless and robbed of my senses but I'm not. I could have a careless family but I don't. The Divine has given me the gift of life and choice and I will respect, honor, and cherish those gifts.Anti-Suicide Letter2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
II. The Water NymphThe moonlight paints you across my bed;II. The Water Nymph2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swimming beneath the ripples in my sheets,
Dipping in and out of darkness like a wave upon harbour lights.
I hold your hand at the water’s edge because
Like the moon I am distant
And petrified that one day I might fall.
And then you turn towards me like a brilliant moonflower…
And pull me under.
IlioupersisWogen brandenIlioupersis2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
denn Schiff taucht auf.
weil Kämpfe toben.
und Götter loben.
Leid zu Rache
zu Pest zu Tod.
Schlaf und Wache
Ob Liebe hält?
und Troja fällt.
The Birth of a Writer“Mom! I put six words together!”The Birth of a Writer2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Death Tower10 Word Poem ChallengeDeath Tower2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As I hoard
the crimson entrails
I'll create Azrael's Obelisk
MetropolisI am a beastMetropolis10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A self-sustaining hive
My veins are electric
A red glow of power
I’m a monster
A titan made of steel
Thousands of my fingers
Point to the sky
My myriads of eyes
My ant-like people
I see myself through them
Their choking bodies
I exist eternally
An abomination of nature
Through rebirths of my biology
As it swarms mindlessly
In its temporary beauty
Through my intestines
The Show Must Go On(The Brave)The Show Must Go On6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A membrane of sweat and determination
Just an obtrusive barrier separating my hand from the microphone, and-
All of those eyes!
I look down and remember the words as the drums set in
-or is that my heart?
Where am I? Haven't I been here before?
I find myself subdued by passionate music
Lost in a perpetual groove
I'm consumed by my own rhythmic nepenthe
Violet illuminates the shabby stage
I step back and forth over splintered wood
Grinning, I face the uproar
I AM the show!
I sail over melodic distortion
A solo bleeds through my fingertips-
You can call me Scarlet
I resonate from my perch
Every beat a reverberating beacon
They follow me to hell and back
I trample the tune with my snare
And the double bass commands them to move
My fingers frolic over black and white
Defined by muscle memory and Mozart
I smile at each of my comrades, so lost in themselves
I'm lifted beyond my reality
anchored only by each captivatin
Why Books SuckLet me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.Why Books Suck1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just around the bend.
They have no flaws to their name, no special traits to distinguish them, they're all the same.
Don't worry about remembering them, this story is stress-free, here for your pleasure.
You'll hold it like a treasure, believe it's the best thing ever written.
Oh, and do not feel guilty, do not feel smitten.
Each line was without effort, it was wri
Griffin Rider: A PropositionCaleb ran his hand over Bracken's breastplate, examining its surface carefully as he examined it for damage. The tawny beast in question lay sprawled besides him. The griffin's blue eyes watched Caleb's motions intently, its head turning rapidly to follow even the slightest shift in its rider's body.Griffin Rider: A Proposition3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bracken's beak lunged forward suddenly, pecking at Caleb as he adjusted the breastplate's straps.
"Here! Off ye great winged git!" Caleb snarled, throwing up his hand and grabbing the griffin by the beat. "The damned thing is loose ya fool, how're ye supposed to protect yer chest if ye've got a loose breast piece eh? Tell me that why dontcha."
The griffin chirped and warbled at him indignantly before settling into a low humming growl that emanated from its thick chest.
"Oh yer just sulking ye great oaf." Caleb replied tersely, rubbing Bracken between his ears affectionately. "It'll be alright, just ye watch."
Bracken chirped again and pulled his head away with a snort, turning back to poke
Half A LifeI rememberHalf A Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told me once
That humans were created
With two faces, four arms, four legs,
The gods fearing their power
Separated them, forcing them
To wander the world
Searching for the other side of themselves.
The other part of me.
I did not believe
In that far off time
Before I met you
Before I realised I had only lived half a life
Of the life I would live with you.
Strange to walk the world and not know
What it is that is missing,
To think I did not know every slip and hollow of your body
As intimately as I know my own.
To fuse not just flesh but essence,
As you fill the gaps in me
I fill the gaps of your own.
I am every drop of water that rolls off your chest,
Every shuttered breath,
And sometimes I think
My heart only beats
To reply to the call of your own.
How did I know
That I thought I could go,
Living half a life half alive
Without knowing you.
Alert LevelsThe English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to a "Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588 when threatened by the Spanish Armada.Alert Levels5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Scots raised their threat level from "P*ssed Off" to "Let's get the B*stards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France's white flag fac
Battle ScarsBattle scars aren't ugly.Battle Scars1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are proof that you fought hard and long.
You are strong.
Don't you deny it.
Keep fighting on.
Aspergers SyndromeHave you ever read a bookAspergers Syndrome8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the hero dies
Have you ever seen a God
With tears in its eyes
Have you ever heard a song
That's a huge contradiction
Have you ever died
Thanks to some restriction?
Could you ever know
The pain that we feel
Have we ever known
What's fake and what's real
Would they ever even stop
To acknowledge our fears
Or will they continue
Drinking our tears?
The social rules perish
The stigma dies
Because in our world
We have nine lives
We're hard to get rid of
Just you wait and see
That it's not about 'I'
It's more about 'we'
We will fight for the future
And we'll fight for today,
But we know they won't get it
Not straight away
We'll continue to lose
We'll continue to fail
Ignore us, and into the coffin
Goes the nail
We have all these thoughts
About how we are naught
That's a lie we've been fed
That's a lie we have bought
We don't fear the unknown,
We fear the past
We fear the pressure
That to us, has been passed
How could it be that
Come first in busin
RejectionRejectionRejection3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This mess, this entire mess started last year, while I was still in secondary school. All I can say about it is this: "Why do these things always happen to me?" I continued thinking, as I stared at the black dragon lying opposite me, regarding me with those sad eyes, as if he wanted to say the same thing. Dragon. Bah. That idiot was the root of all my problems. If only I could just migrate and leave him behind, but of course, he would just fly after me. Damn creature. This nonsense had been going on since he had hatched, and imprinted me as his damn rider. I had never wanted the job, and that had been no secret from the start. I made it plain that I didn't want him, he was irritating, and the biggest nuisance that I had ever encountered. He knew it, I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. Still the damn creature stuck to me, and refused to put me out of my misery, by leaving.
However, I was the one in the wrong. I was stupid enough to do the wrong thing, and it took an episode
In Preparation for the Great Robot WarsThe sun which glints off steel and chromeIn Preparation for the Great Robot Wars5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Refracted by the superdome
Constricts the pupils of professor
Who teaches bolts and volts and ohm
Through their masks the students wonder
of grassy knolls, ravines asunder
Geology’s of no import
While skies are loud with robot thunder
Gerund and interabang?
Of utile ore there lies the gangue
We learn the language of the drill
and iron claw with copper tang
We train our students by the score
to make scrap of the auto-corps
and extirpate our android fate
In measures for the robot war
Hitchups: TranslatedHitchups: Translated4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The forest experienced only a moment of silence after the last of the brightly clothed backs receded from view before the brush rustled once more. Toothless slunk out of the darkness like a jungle cat, the saddle dangling from his mouth.
Relief warmed Hiccup, both at the sight of the dragon and at Toothless' forethought to hide the saddle with him. Finding that among his belongings would have raised excessive questionsand the less he heard Arnulf's voice, the better.
Toothless dropped the saddle with the motion of spitting. His pupils were slit, nostrils flared, and his movements were jerky, as though he fought with himself to keep from running after the Frenchmen.
::Are you okay?:: the Night Fury pressed, sounding quite agitated. He brought his face up to Hiccup's and sniffed at the human's cheek. Hiccup's hair fluttered at the gusts of air, brushing the still throbbing area.
Hiccup nodded before he spoke. "Yeah."
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