symphony stellataone of my earliest memories -symphony stellata1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother, steadfast mentality
slowly driving her forward, repeating
repeating re-pea-ting bar by bar
nocturne number eight in d flat major;
never anything less than perfection,
even when fingertips wear thin,
when patience wears thinner,
and chopin fades into dusti am a child born of icy constellations,
cigarette smoke, and canorous chords,
composers whispering at the edge of my sensesblack-garbed, it's grandmother's funeral -
my violin cries massenet's méditation.
my thirteen year-old heart has never
felt so incapable of expression,
so goddamn inadequate, and d major
has never sounded so heartbroken.
we return to a phone call from father,
his composure cracking as he tells us
we'll be doing this all over again;
96 hours, two grandmothers gone,
now all i have is massenet and
it isn't fairwe'd never know it by looking at the sky,
but countless stars waxed requiem to
create us; cenotaphs in the empyrean blacksixteen years old and i can breathe -
Carry YouCarry You3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We'll leave in a minute, Al," Edward promises. Golden eyes close.
Al nudges the prodigy alchemist. "Brother?" But the teenager sleeps on. The younger brother sighs hollowly, tugging at the red coat. "Come on, Ed, you can't fall asleep now."
The older Elric's face is peaceful, encouraging Alphonse to let him sleep. They're both banged up from their mission, Ed with bruises, Al with dents.
But Edward never gives up. He always pushes through.
And now it's Alphonse's turn.
Bending down, he scoops the blond into his arms, cradling him protectively. Ed feebly protests. "Don't worry, Brother, I'll carry you."
Alternating Current chapter 4Alternating Current chapter 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I do not own any characters from the Pixar movie Cars. I do own my own characters; Rafael, Fluke, Linda, Agneta, Voltz, Titania, Fahrenheit, Maximo, Sleipner, Galvani, Faraday and Louis.
I do not own Sønnico, I just work for them. Any likeness to real persons or events are just a coincidence, and a product of my imagination; NOT REAL.
By: Little Red Toyota
"So this is where Sønnico's shop was " Sleipner looked at the mall.
"Yeah not much left of what was " Fluke admitted. "I called the management here They said they had some old papers that was left after Sønnico shut down the shop in the late 80's. They told me I could get it in the jewelry."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Sleipner pushed Fluke towards the sliding doors.
"Ok ok relax " Fluke drove inside, while Sleipner and Voltz waited on the outside. Voltz looked thoughtful.
"I think we're on the wrong place . Sønnico didn't open a shop h
Child's Play Lyrics Child Play - GothikaChild's Play Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where are my eyes?
Where is my lip?
Why is here a place
Cold darkness here?
There are children playing
In a mirror
Laughter does not leave
Red blood gets my body wet
Who is killing me?
Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place
Cold darkness here?
Want to feel warmth of
Skin gets wet having got wet
And who is killing me?
Frostbite, Darling? [Loki x Reader] Part 2"Mrreoow." A soft paw poked at your nose, and the cat's meow awoken you from your slumber.Frostbite, Darling? [Loki x Reader] Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You shook your head, swiping at your nose. You weren't ready to wake up yet; for you were having a great dream. The cat meowed again, and your eyes fluttered open.
The cat's face was right in front of your's, purring and it's bright sea blue eyes staring into your's. The tags jingled, and Loki rubbed his face against the hand that you held up. He seemed to smile and closed his eyes, letting you continue petting him. Your eyes diverged over to your alarm clock. It was only 8 AM, and it was a Saturday so you didn't have work. You stretched in your bed, beginning to tie your hair up in a bun, smiling as you looked over towards the window. The curtains were closed, and the window closed. Looking back at Loki, you saw that he was laying on his back now, his paws curled in the air, begging for more attention.
"You want more lovins?" You asked, scratching his tummy and rubbing over his neck. He l
Do You Know The Barber Man?Do you know the barber man?Do You Know The Barber Man?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That lives down on Fleet Street?
The one that does shave all the men,
Then turns them into meat?
He has a shop down below,
The product of his deeds,
Here he serves out all his pies,
The whole town he feeds!
Unbeknownst and unawares,
Of what they do ingest,
For a shave, they go upstairs,
And he puts them to rest.
A fresh surprise the barber has,
For the next in line,
A wife, no, a widow now,
On her husband she soon will dine.
Its so good! they all shout,
Youre secret you must give!
But divulgatory he is not,
For the barber wants to live.
His mouth is shut, his lips are sealed,
As so he wont be caught,
That sly and cunning butcher man,
That demon barber Sweeney Todd!
WondermentSome days, I find myselfWonderment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the s e c o n d s
of my heart
what I could have
and a lot
l e s s
but all I can manage
. . . . . . .
I miss you
I love you
i love you
i love you
Dual RedI can't say anything when you stand there, igniting the air around me.Dual Red3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't tell you how it really is
Burnt. Ripped. Slashed.
I can't stay away from you when you stand there, igniting the air around me.
I can't look in your direction, a warm flickering flame, inviting.
I close my eyes and
Into the fire of your heart.
Embers of hope
Ashes of pain.
Dance With MeDance With MeDance With Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
Like Only the Stars are WatchingMr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted.Like Only the Stars are Watching2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said.
“In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said.
Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.”
“No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes across the farm.”
“I don’t think she liked this farm as much as you think,” Kurt said. “We should take the boat and spread her ashes out at sea. She would like that better.”
Lisa Marie huffed and crossed her arms. “Mom told me everything, and I can promise you that what she would want is to be here, on the farm.
Pretty Little LiesMy worst regretPretty Little Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not that I did not say
when I loved,
but that I did not love
when I said.
Les Reves d'un EnfantLes Reves d'un Enfant4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Les Rêves d'un Enfant.
Écouter les rêves d'un enfant
Et se laisser bercer par ses rêves.
Bercer tendre le cur d'un enfant
Et s'en laisser attendrir le cur.
Partager les rêves d'un enfant
Assez pour en embellir son cur.
Dreams of a Child.
Listen to the dreams of a child
And be lulled by her dreams.
Tenderly rocked the heart of a child
And let the child soften our heart.
Share dreams of a child
Enough to beautify our heart.
Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story -Eng lyricsTranslyrics by JoyDreamerSix Trillion Years and Overnight Story -Eng lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My Cover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZUwTzlYE7c
In a town somewhere in an era unknown
Lived a boy so cold with no name of his own
Known to none this is his one and only fairy tale
Ever since the time that I was born
I was treated just like a demon to scorn
On my skin, you'll see my sin in punishment I took
But I really never had any reason to be sad
I was always led away, with the sunset after day
I don't know, I don't know, I just really do not know
All this kindness is unknown 'cause I'm really a foe
I don't know how it feels in the warmth right after rain
Yet I'm really, I'm really, I'm really, I'm really cold as I remain
I won't die, I won't die, I don't know why I won't die
And I'm not even dreaming, someone please tell me why?
This is my fairy tale, it is unknown everywhere
And was sucked in the sky for the sunset to take and then vanish into air
In my life of pain and hatred and blood
I just felt the scorn and much disregard
+Gift+ OW: Do It Right+Gift+ OW: Do It Right1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally, a bit of peace to ourselves." The taller Timekeeper closed the door behind him that led to the room where the young toddler, Mystery (Myst for short) had finally fallen asleep in his "big boy bed". He wasn't used to this bed quite yet, but had definitely outgrown the crib he'd started out in. Besides, with future plans quietly underway, the crib had to be vacated now... in advance. "Transitions are the worst for kids, huh?"
Izzy shrugged from where he sat, his eyelids drooping over sleepy eyes. "I suppose, I guess. I mean, when Fah and I were raising Ben, he started out in a bed." A small smile crossed his tired features as Atlante moved over, pressing his hand through the white hair only to follow it with a soft kiss atop the other's crown.
"Right, I forgot about that." Atlante slipped an arm around his beloved's neck, running cool fingers along the side of Izzy's skin, tracing his golden lines. A favorite pass-time of his, a signal to Izzy that he was deep in thought about.
taking Pity on godsometimes I wondertaking Pity on god1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if God wore regret as his Shadow
when his creation
walks with Sin
this is our Punishment
yet it was his Failure
sometimes I wonder
if God has his gravestone etched with Betrayal
when his creation
lays with Temptation
this is our Weak will
yet Strength trickled from his fountain
sometimes I wonder
if God's step falters
when his generations
fades into forgotten legacies
yet his Scars are kindled and rekindled
from charred ashes of lost Faith
TransitionsRipping the sheets off of my bed.Transitions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hopelessly trying to get these memories out of my head.
I toss and I turn.
When will this no longer burn?
I desire some passion and for these sweet little dreams,
To be something more than teenage love schemes.
Will you come back home and sing me to sleep.
Maybe those things could help you leap,
Over the moon and way past the stars,
Finding a galaxy we can name ours.
We can live there and rule all the land.
And don't worry my dear, we'll be hand in hand.
There'll be no nightmares, no more goodbyes.
Just tons of laughter and sweet lullabies.
I'll be your Queen, if you'll be my King.
Don't fester my dear, I'll need no precious ring.
I'm eternally yours in nightmares or dreams,
Even reality no matter what it seems.
I will always need you to help my eyes close,
To keep away thoughts filled with low blows.
No matter what world we are in, one thing will always be true,
You're always my hero and I will always love you.
a modern opheliashe found fennel beneath her pillow,a modern ophelia5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and felt the familiar flutter
of glassfish between her ribs.
to distract herself, she
scattered the reddest petals
in her bathwater.
she braided poppies in her hair
let regret invade her lungs.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?