FakeFake10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet and tender
Cast upon my lips
Your sweet kiss
Expectantly I lean
In for more,
And I am rewarded
With your beautiful
Lips pressed roughly
Take me in your arms
To hold me there
Against your chest.
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
Anxiety is...Anxiety means not eating in front of peopleAnxiety is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't put a single morsel or crumb into my mouth, so long as there are other people around me
What if something gets stuck in my teeth?
What if I get something around my lips?
What if I just plain look like an idiot dropping the noodles from my fork each time I try to pick them up, with that annoyingly shaky hand of mine?
Anxiety means sitting at the corner of the class
I can't hear the teacher from here
But it beats being anywhere else
At least here I can wipe my nose if I need to whenever I have a cold, and no one will see me
Anxiety means not going to the mall
What if I see someone I know?
What if my mom embarrasses me with her loud talking?
What if people watch me when I'm picking out clothes and jewelry?
I'd rather stay home, sit in my chair the whole day doing nothing but art and writing fan-fictions
Anxiety means I need to use an inhaler
I can't breathe when I'm nervous
I can't talk, and when I do, I sound like a mess
I can't exhale;
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberriesboys with bird names cant actually fly.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
Vices 'and' Virtues - Mikey Way x Brendon UrieDid you know that Mikey Way is just, amzing? The way he straightens his hair, the way he obsesses over unicorns and squirrels, yes I said squirrels. The way he sleeps is the best though, his soft breath breezing across his silky fringe, his eyelids closed ever so perfectly over his hazel eyes, even when not wearing his glasses, have beautiful specs of green that are highlighted. His body, though it's lanky, is nicely toned, not too much not too little, just perfect. I lifted my head up from his chest and brought my lips to his cheek as carefuly as I could. I then realised I hadn't told him how much I actually loved him, I had told him that I love him but not really how much.Vices 'and' Virtues - Mikey Way x Brendon Urie3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mikey???" I whispered into my boyfriends ear, gently waking him.
"whaddaywant" He groaned back at me.
"I love you.." He smiled up at me and kissed the top of my head and held me closer
"I love you too Brenny" I smiled up at him and placed my head back on his chest.
"I may never sleep tonight, as long as
Social AnxietyI'm phobic of people,Social Anxiety2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world's scary to me;
I never know what's going on,
So just please leave me be.
I can't meet your eyes,
I'm far too meek.
It's only a whisper
When I try to speak.
I don't want to seem rude,
I'm really polite,
But I'm too afraid
And my throat's now too tight.
I wish I could do better
And socialize with you.
But how to do it?
I don't have a clue.
jane doe.i may be young,jane doe.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul feels
old and creased and monochrome.
i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
i wish i could be a bird.
i go to the rooftop and
stare at the ground and
think "i will leap;
i will leap and fly,
and i will be a bird,
i will be a bird."
and then i remember
i'm terrified of heights.
so i cry.
i step away from the ledge
and i cry vigorously,
violently and ferociously.
eventually the tears dry up,
and there's nothing left to do.
one day i was telling you
all of my secrets.
and they were no longer
they were ours.
my emotions were spread out
like paint in a Pollock piece,
and i trusted you like Pollock
trusted his sticks.
and if the universe
ever chose to wear a jacket,
it'd be the white of stars,
and the blue of the night sky,
and the red of ichor,
because everyone bleeds.
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishwishbones and flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
Cazar ideasCazar ideas3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
Social AnxietyThe sudden urgeSocial Anxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hurl your phone at the floor
The moment it rings
Just to avoid any type of confrontation
That aching inside your stomach
When you know the clear answer to the question
And something inside is screaming to raise your hand
But it's gone limp at your side
The moment someone asks a common question
But it strikes a nerve
And you feel a flush crawl up your face
They weren't supposed to know about that.
When something unrelated sneaks up in your mind
And fighting back the tears seems so impossible
While a war rages on in your head
Just bite your tongue and show nothing
Nothing brings more dread than that horrible word
When your words fumble out of your mouth
And desperately try to find the right order
Your palms will sweat
And you'll pick at your nails
Just keep your head low
And hope no one will notice you
Sometimes silence will be worst
And so you'll stutter and ramble about nothing at all
Until you bite down as hard as you can
In hopes of keeping your nervou
ResplandorSe acerca un triste atardecer,Resplandor3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Teñido de color naranja,
Con su luz cobijando la ciudad,
Con su hedor manteniéndola encerrada.
Y la huella del hombre en el cielo,
Deslumbra con crueldad su mirada,
Matando el recuerdo del silencio,
Del firmamento una noche estrellada.
¿A dónde se han ido las estrellas?
Su brillo quisiera observar,
Mas el dominio del hombre en la tierra,
Sus huellas intenta borrar.
La plaga homosapiente todo cubre,
Sus colmenas nadie puede erradicar,
Y el sonido estridente de sus risas,
No deja oír a la tierra sollozar.
Así, perece el brillo de sus cielos,
Calma oscura no puedes encontrar,
Esta tierra agoniza en mano humana,
Y fuerzas no hay más para luchar.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
behind blue eyeshello there chest-achebehind blue eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it ain't been that long, has it?
hello night terrors about love and togetherness and the softest sweetest calves
hello sexual desire
hello spiders beneath my Kleenex fingers
(and goodbye, too)
hello anxious, hello confusion,
hello blossoms of red in my underwear
it's not really been that long at all.
Ghosts on Magnetic Tape And you know that I love you,Ghosts on Magnetic Tape1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
here and now,
but never for forever;
The future is not, and it never will be.
What We Love
When I was born,
I opened my eyes.
I said, “I am value in a world of appreciation.”
Thine Sanctum, Darkness
There are two kinds of people in this world,
black and white,
Those terrified of darkness,
Who scurry to shoo it away with the sob of a lamp,
As unable to cross their boundaries as they are
Unable to see beyond them.
we came as rescue, i think.flaking churches fall like snowwe came as rescue, i think.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around your undetonated bombs
coats the inside of your mouth--
are just melting
inside your periosteum,
i hope you know
that you're cursed.
(but we are all, aren't we?)
inside skyscraper limbs and
i hope you taste of me
(of the army invasion, sorrow, dirt)
The Hunter and the Hunted (Connor x Reader)Wind.The Hunter and the Hunted (Connor x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wind and snow stuffed trees was all you could see.
Everything was so blurry, your horse had been spooked by a pack of nearby wolves, it threw you off, and left you to be eaten.
Although you had other ideas. You decided taking to the trees was a much safer route, then helplessly trudging though the four feet deep snow.
You tried everything, jumping from tree to tree, but failed miserably, earning a few cuts and bruises from falling, nothing was severely injured thank god.
You tried throwing bits of bread in the wolf's directions, apparently they didn't...eat the food as you hoped. You had forgotten they're called 'predator's' for a reason.
"Damn it. At this rate, I'll never get to Haytham in time." Growling to yourself, you looked at the newly given cross the Templar's had given you. You were special in their eyes. A...valuable 'asset,' they called you.
Sure you didn't quite get what they were talking about in the first place, about Assassin's and Templar's conflicts, that didn't
Sherlock- Cookies"What are you doing?"Sherlock- Cookies3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This had become a common question in 221b Baker Street. Though it had never been used in this context before. Usually it was used when Sherlock was doing some oddity to get into the mindset of a criminal or was hanging upside down in a 'thinking exercise' or was trying to cure the post-case boredom that plagued the man. Once John had used this exclamation upon finding the man dressing himself up in drag. Mostly, the get-out-of-jail-free-card for this phrase was either 'bored' or 'it's for a case!'
Somehow, John couldn't fit either to this particular activity.
The fact that Sherlock was in the kitchen was worrying, at the least. The added fact that he was not making tea was more worrying, still.
The sight of him in an apron, covered in flour, broke straight off the end of Watson's worry scale, leaving him gaping in the doorway with a hilariously befuddled look on his face.
Sherlock's eyes flicked up casually, looking the soldier up and down and making a few odd ded
Canning SeasonCanning season is that wonderful time of year when you never have a moment to yourself - it's all four in the morning mason jar sterilizing, neighbors making coffee in your kitchen before you're even dressed because they have cabbage, too (or carrots or apples or string beans) and you've invited them over with a truck load because you know extra hands make all the difference.Canning Season2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's the time of year when the kitchen is never comfortable - if the water's not on to boil, the oven is warming and full of jars, or the space around the table is all buckets and elbows, paring knives, sweaty brows and chatter.
There is never silence - even in that ten minutes of processing time, when everything stops long enough for a hurried dinner, there's the water-bath-bubbling, jar-rattling rumble of the canner, or the joyous gunshot snapping of the lids as each jar seals.
Those days are filled with wood smoke, steam and the smell of apple butter reducing in the large copper kettle that once lived with your
A Cupid roast"Boss.. I am really not sure it's that good an idea after all..."A Cupid roast1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A gentle rustle of wings to his left made him jump but he only managed to catch a brief glimpse of movement from the corner of his eyes. They were fast, way too fast, and too many. Never the old man would manage. Again this sound, so similar to dove's wings beating the air, coming nearer and nearer. He could see them in his head, circling him like so many vultures around a carcass.
The dull sound of the detonations echoed through the last swirls of mist and the ground vibrated under the impact of the five bodies landing around him, followed by a gentle tumbling rain of feathers.
"Pick them up, my boy. We still have a lot of things to do so hurry."
With a half disgusted, half appreciative twitch of lips, the young man set to work, putting on the heavy protective gloves that were required in such a line of work. His boss had still a great aim for his age, he had to admit that at least: each of the cupids had been s
ArgChi: Capitulo 3Martín no tenía ni idea de por qué Manu se había ido así, ¿Algo andaba mal?ArgChi: Capitulo 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pero por supuesto, el argentino no sabía que Manuel se estaba volviendo loco, porque se estaba dando cuenta que estaba empezando a sentir ciertos sentimientos que de ninguna manera deberían estar ahí. Pero estaban.
Obviamente, Martín no tenía ni la menor idea de esto, es por eso que a la tarde, casi noche, volvió a llamar al chileno.
-Ah, vo'- Solo le contesto.
-Sí, yo. Nunca te llevaste los pantalones, boludo. Venite a comer
-No me quedo a comer.- Y corto, así de frio, dejando al rubio un poco sorprendido.
No importa, se dijo, ya lo iba a convencer. Hizo la comida para dos, algo sencillo. Se sentó a mirar tele. Se aburrió. Era diferente estar ahora solo. No le gustaba. Cuando tocaron la puerta, salto contento y le abrió con una sonrisa.
-Dame los pantalones y me voy, weon.
-Nope, te quedas a comer.
-No, me voy.