Wrong Place, Wrong TimeThere was a terrible event in the North-West of the city just days ago, in the small hours of last Sunday morning. The two girls were not drunk, but they were happy. They had spent an emotional evening celebrating the elder's birthday. They were on the main road, heading for a cab office nearby. They paid no heed to the dark sedan that was approaching them slowly.Wrong Place, Wrong Time6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing anybody knew about what was going on, was when two deafening percussions assailed their ears. Immediately there was a mighty roar of acceleration. The sedan thundered into the night. The elder girl was prone on the sidewalk, her life blown away. You can imagine how a brief paralysis of shock gave way to a panicked bedlam, soon augmented by the converging klaxons of the first responders, medics, armed policemen.
As they woke, the city's sleeping denizens learned of this atrocity, and of the detective's first conclusion, that the dead girl was killed by “mistake”; those bullets were
Lost within LoveShe lost her mindLost within Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please?PleasePlease?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you talk to me,
And let me know I'm not invisible?
Will you hold my hand
And let me know I have a friend?
Will you hold me close
And let me know I'm wanted?
Will you kiss me
And let me know I'm loved?
Will you do these things
And let me feel alive?
DrowningI cannot breatheDrowning1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot escape
I keep sinking down
And looking up
Through the water
I can see his face
His dark, twisted
As he pushes me down
And I can feel life
Slowly escaping from my body...
A girl named Rosalind.A girl named Rosalind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He used to sigh like grief.
Dripping short and brief,
his breaths over the window's ledge,
hanging over the grass-made hedge.
He used to sing like the wind,
of a girl named Rosalind,
pale and white and with lips as blooms
– two big, glistening, cerise dooms.
He used to speak of ancient myths,
and rivers under mourning withes,
his fingers entwined with hers
as he whispered a forgotten verse.
He used to gather lots
of blue forget-me-nots,
and when his hands fumbled with the ferns
– they always sought and found hers.
Until she turned so cold and pale,
that, finally, no song or tale,
could make her eyes open again,
as he watched her life drain.
So he whispered in the wind,
of a girl named Rosalind,
whose fingers used to tightly shut the lids
– of jars with bougainvillea seeds.
TimeTick-tock goes the clockTime5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lost in time
May I find my way
Embrace my cursed past
I want to be free...To be me is like a disgrace.I want to be free...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be fake is like a god given gift.
It's not me...
It never will be...
So why can't we just love what's real?
Instead of whats fake?
Love who you are!
Be who you are!
No matter what anyone says...
I want to be free...
And I know you do to.
So why cant we?
Because people hate what they don't understand.
That's why we cant be.
But then again...Who said we can't break some rules?
Have fun, and live life a little?
No matter what happens.
Be free, and do you.
Not what people say you have to do.
I want to be free...
And I will be.
No matter what anyone says...
So be free...
Insanity's GraspTick, tock, tick, tockInsanity's Grasp11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch your body, limply rock
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Smell your body, slowly rot
Tip, toe, tip, toe
One step over, the edge you go
Breathe, slow, Breathe, slow
This is your last breath you know
Twiddle, Dee, twiddle, dumb
Feel your body, going numb
Rap tap Tum, rap tap Tum
Your heart it beets, like a drum
Think, fast, think, fast
Insanity, has your heart, in grasp
Black, out, black, out
It's over now, without a doubt
Ice ShadowThe all pervading icy shadowIce Shadow1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Steals across yet another day
And all the minds lying fallow
Drift into dreams and far away.
The lights flick on as life goes on
Nothing ever really changes here
And every light seen will soon be gone
And take all that we hold dear.
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,you've been dead for a year, my dear8 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
Grown DeepMy eyes and skin caressed by moonlight,Grown Deep1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soul is that entity elusive that
Has yet to be swum in by love.
Grown in shaded isolation,
Deep within a wild ancient forest,
Like a starving animal, I seek
The method to quench my thirst for rest.
Rivers of sorrow and verse converge;
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
DarkDon't get lost in the darkDark5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creature is lurking around
Running after you
Killing is the only thing on its mind
Schrodinger's CatA hermit died. No one knew.Schrodinger's Cat2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Work of a TemptressThe flip of my hairThe Work of a Temptress1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lick of my lips
The smile on my face
And I’ve got you staring
When I look at you
And I walk past you
Making sure to wink
Your heart beat quickens
You follow like a puppy
While I lead you to your doom
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
Finding MeI'm an epic adventureFinding Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fraught with peril
As the hands of the Doomsday
Clock prepare to clasp
In a midnight prayer
For those who go forth.
I'm a fathomless mystery,
Deep, with hidden currents
Impossible to unravel from
A dream within a dream-
Inception is a misconception
If you can't see the layers.
If you dare navigate
The wicked labyrinth
And cut it to the core,
You'll find a nest of thorns
Holding a single rose-
EndlessIf the world throws you out,Endless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dead ends seem cruel and ungiving,
there's always life here to drink from,
to quench the thirsts of the living.
Picking each other up when we fall,
you know that's the way it's always been with us,
there are no closed doors,
no untended sores,
endless access to a life giving source.
The fountain is full and in times of old it was in need of replenishing,
now no need for a via,
we are the supply unending,
abundance without a need never needs tending.
In your darkest times both then and now,
you were never alone,
you thought of the next guy somehow,
if he asked sincerely,
you would have stood by purely,
just as I would do surely.
No matter the road,
no matter the time,
day or night,
fountain flows to places of wonder,
icicle melts to return anew,
we are al
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
What Is Missing From MeI’ve lost my sense of self,What Is Missing From Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am near to breaking my shell,
With nothing left but my depleting health,
I’ve never felt so well.
I’ve lost my grip of what is true,
Losing from being distorted for too long,
To always being so blue,
With my heart singing its own lazy song.
My own mind is quiescent,
Not knowing what is wrong from right.
My own being losing its purity and innocence,
Never again basking in heaven's light.
The Morning After Part 2The Morning After Part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Morning After the Night Before
Jensen stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and walked to the beat up old dresser to find something to wear. He was slightly scared to go downstairs and face Cougar, not knowing exactly what their relationship was becoming. But what scared him even more than that, was having to face Clay. He knew for a fact that Clay was as straight as a two by four, so unless Cougar was lying to him about kissing Clay, he might have to do some apologizing. On the other hand, if Cougar was telling the truth about the fact that Clay happened to enjoy the kiss well Jensen really didn't know what he would do, but regardless the situation was going to be awkward. As he tied his shoes, he began to rehears a short apology in his head, just in case. He started for the door before turning quickly and walking to the mini fridge, sure enough, his room key was sitting on the top shelf. He grabbed the keys, w
.and if you ever.4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
manage to get inside my
head, i'll wish you luck
RotG The Mortal Guardian: Jack Frost x Reader 8Chapter 8RotG The Mortal Guardian: Jack Frost x Reader 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
Let the Training Begin.
Your week went by really slowly, but spending time with Jack made it alright. Your reindeer and you sneak in fly time when Jack is gone to take care of the winter weather.
Tooth came flying into the workshop and hugged you. Hugging her back you noticed how soft her feathers were. Her assistants hovered around her, So I see you decorated this place to the nines. North chose a great decorator."
You shrug, "It was nothing."
North and Inessa walk up to you and Tooth, "It was nothing? No you did magnificent job and because you did your punishment is done."
"Oi! What is going on here?" Bunnymund was stuck in his hole upside down. You look away and laugh. North approached Bunny and pulled his out, Bunny's ears went back. "those holes have been acting up lately."
Sandy floated down and a sand question mark formed over his head. You whisper what happened and he started silently killing himself laughing. As if on que all the elves with trays of drinks and cookie
RotG The Mortal Guardian: Jack Frost x Reader 3Chapter 3: Dreading the NightmaresRotG The Mortal Guardian: Jack Frost x Reader 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
After that moment spending time with Jack you seemed extremely distracted so much that when 12:00 am hit you still couldn't sleep. Knowing that you can't stay up forever, you finally let sleep take over. You noticed for the first time in 12 years a dream finally came around. Walking in a snow covered forest, no wind, and large snowflakes fall softly from the sky. You let a snowflake land on your nose. A familiar laugh caught your attention. It was Jack, he leaned against a tree. He laughed again this time more sinister.
His eyes changed color from blue to yellow, "Still trying to avoid me, my dear (name)?"
Suddenly the snow stood still then a wicked and harsh cold wind ripped across your face causing the winter scene to turn into a endless black room. Jack melted away and was replaced by a familiar face... Pitch Black, he haunted you every night telling you the guardians are myths, nothing, and a pathetic waste of my time to think of them.