Why I Can't Love YouWhen I was littleWhy I Can't Love You6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sewed my heart upon my sleeve
With quick little stitches
And a bright smile….
Yet I was teased for such a thing.
So I ripped it off like a bandaid
And swallowed it whole.
But it went down the wrong tube
And I haven’t found it since.
APH - ChinaxReader - Golden LotusAPH - ChinaxReader - Golden Lotus2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew China had quite an extensive history of events both beautiful and horrifying, had gone through and done terrible things in his time. You knew he suffered from painful memories, but that he, like a dragon, was strong enough not to let them prevent him from loving life. He could be quite silly, with his love of cute things, his strange habit of adding "aru" to his sentences when he was in a humorous mood and crying "Aiyah!" when he was exasperated or distressed, and the way he would sometimes pout when something went wrong, but he also had a side of his personality that spoke of regality and strength, which could be seen in the proud way he held his head, his impossible grace and poise, which could only be attained over a four thousand year lifespan, even the way his long dark hair flowed behind him like black silken ribbons on windy days. You knew he was a beautiful man through and through, and that he would make a wonderful husband when he proposed to you, and so far, in th
GrayI'm just hiding.Gray1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hiding from them.
Hiding my colors
Fading to gray for them.
A bored color
A fade, a shade
Of what it wants to be.
It wants to be so many colors
But it has to be boring old gray.
Just for them.
A Dark Storm BrewingA Dark Storm BrewingA Dark Storm Brewing5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Queen Devi and her daughter were enjoying a simple meal of jook or rice porridge. They also were enjoying a nice bottle of cognac. They were celebrating their trip to the Moon Kingdom Museum. They had learned a lot of critical information about the Sailor Senshi and about the current kingdom of Crystal Tokyo. And as an additional benefit they had learned the civilian identity of Sailor Chibi Moon. That was icing on the cake.
"So we now know that Bubble Gum Head is really the heir to the throne. That means her fellow Senshi are the little princess that make up her court. So she is the daughter of Neo Queen Serenity. That makes her Queen Serenity's granddaughter. No wonder she was able to get that fucking stick. Well we shall get rid of that stick and kill the princess. She sure has a funny name. Princess Usagi Small Lady Serenity? Who names their child Small Lady? She is barely a lady now. So, Mom when do we strike?" Delilah asked with relish.
Numb LoveLaying close--sweet and slow--so close I'm all around you. Peel off layers and expose my skeletal thoughts. Numb love--after all, what is love but a joke taken too seriously? Loving oh-so seriously, the taste of you is too much, it's nothing. Regret and shame passing as quickly as satisfaction and desire. Skin stretched too thin, a wild shaking all throughout my body. I can't hold you in the palm of my hand without shaking you like dice.Numb Love9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
oh, how I wish I could whisper to you one more lie, feel you once more. Maybe then the lies will be true, maybe then I will feel more than your skin against mine.
TaintedI find a peaceful place in my mind, but it is tainted. There is someone else in my peaceful place, and he is full of rage. I can never be alone with myself and the waves crashing on the cliff side. He is there and he’s trying to push me over. I cling to the edge and he cries “Who did this to you?” and pulls me back up. He builds me an ivory tower that stretches high into the sky, cutting my clouds in half. He tells me “Rest, love” as he prepares to knock down the tower.Tainted5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
introductioni stared for what seemed like hoursintroduction10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(though i knew it was wishful thinking,
imagining such time passing away so easily,
much more so than the grains of sand
falling in an hourglass).
"no need for introductions,"
i heard you whisper,
and i'm still convinced it was you
despite the volume of the wind.
i didn't know who i was, really;
you didn't know you, either,
but that's not why we didn't exchange greetings.
we never introduced ourselves
because we were busy with something more,
something still ongoing,
something i can no longer do for you.
i introduced you to yourself,
but you never got to know each other;
i still don't understand how, even in death,
you continue to force me and myself
to become grievously acquainted.
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
diezi shower twice a day:diez8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
once so no one will
see my tears and
to get your hands off me.
The Paper TreeI sit perched alone on a twig, clipping my own wings and shaking off the feathers. I watch as leaves fall and fruit grows; life recycles itself. Birthday cards and storybooks' pages flutter in the wind. I nuzzle against my paper tree. I never tire of reading printed word 'round the trunk or hopping twig from twig. I can watch the world from my perch, or shut myself away. I don't need wings to be free.The Paper Tree7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
kill your heroes and flyi still don't know what's real and what's notkill your heroes and fly3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything feels 50/50 heavy and featherlight
blossom hearts with kidney stone coloured circles
could just be winter lungs and ice drenched sleep
it's becoming worse and worse with every brighter day
you're a gossamer memory
and i wonder if sometimes you dream things that come true
because i do too
and i wonder if you wake up in the middle of the night as well
and feel tinny little voices brushing your temple
and wrapping their fingers around your wrists
keep them safe, keep them safe and do not break
it has been an awfully long year
but this is surviving
it's not a victory
and it hasn't felt like a war
it is a retreat
it is a sandstorm in the middle of winter
tropical rainforests entombed in sun-bleached city streets
and i am under the canopy
learning to grow
HetaOni - IntroductionUp on a mountain, three hours by foot from the city, there is an abandoned mansion.HetaOni - Introduction2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Not one person knows how long it has been there, who used to live in it, or why it was even built.
Rumours said that it was haunted.
But we know better now.
"Ve! It's really here!" a young Italian man with auburn hair, a weird curl sticking out to his left, and a dreamy expression on his face excitedly cooed as him and his friends stared at the large mansion on the mountain they had spent just hours looking for.
"I believed it was just a rumour," a slim Asian man said, gazing up at the house with dark eyes from under his neatly cut black hair. "I never thought we would actually find it," he continued, the disbelieving words turned not-so believable by his always stable voice.
A silver-haired man behind him put his hands on his hips and stared harshly with red eyes at the house. "It has a really desolate feel," he stated, and then grinned widely. "Not bad!"
Adventures of the Late Night CrewFor streets around the music and roaring laughter could be heard pulsing rhythmically from the Late Night, the city of Victubia’s premier bat and centre for entertainment, ‘The Bar That Never Sleeps’ it had been nicknamed by the locals. Late Night certainly lived up to its namesake, no matter what time, day or night, someone was bound to be found roaming the floors of the Late Night club.Adventures of the Late Night Crew11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even now with dawn but a few fleeting hours away the building still blared with the sound of life. The inside of the club was well furnished and tidy. Varnished wood panels skirted the pale pink walls and the soft wine coloured carpet gave way to a polished wooden dance floor.
At the end of the dance floor, pressed up against the wall was a raised circle platform draped by thick red curtains where performers from all around Victubia and lands beyond would come to perform and entertain the land. At the moment the pair upon the dais were not your usual performers. Lady Gabbi, Victubia&
(the good kind of) purgingdear mom,(the good kind of) purging10 months ago in Letters More Like This
i know i've written you dozens of letters in my life and none of them have made their way to your hands, but just maybe this one will.
because this year, i will take this paper and plunge it into the earth where not a bit of your bones rest, but roses in your memory grow. on christmas, when the rest of the world is opening presents, i will drive too fast to the ocean where you sleep. i will run barefoot on the jetties you warned me never to step on until my feet string with salt and split open from shells. and this time, i will not be a self-fulfilling prophecy. i will not tumble myself heart-first into the sea where we laid you to rest, but stand at the edge and scream above the tumult of waves and your voice carrying in the wind. i will tell you i'm sorry, sorry for every time my hands misplaced themselves down my throat and found their ways inside my skin. sorry for lining myself with morse code, and never showing you a single message. sorry for swallowing sorr
the (real) year of the rabbit , part IIto matt:the (real) year of the rabbit , part II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the year of the rabbit has
descended upon us-
nicotine-starved and perched on
the kiss of higher education,
i can feel the hare blood
singing alongside my blood-
rimming red my eyes into a pair of
tortured, twitchy nests
strengthening my heart-
with the stamping of its legs
pushing forth my hips,
offering a sloppy, slutty wreck-
i have been awfully weak with my passion.
But no more!
The fever has come as
a soft and subtle guest.
Today- if someone were to ask me
what i wanted most
i couldn't pretend to know,
as i have often pretended to know
for knowing's sake.
or trying's sake
or faking's sake-
Those who are most sure,
you should be wary of. you
should remove your left eye
and stick it to their side.
you should not leave them
alone with the last piece of pie.
Those who want one thing
want all things. and those who
want all things are usually
looking for one thing. And, well,
those who don't know are
the most honest and you
will find the fever
there is a new lov
Forbidden RequiemDrive the stake through my heartForbidden Requiem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't let the wound be clean
Twist it through, cause jagged pain
Until my grasp is severed
Bring disquiet to my soul
With your every look and touch
Spur me forth with your wicked tongue
Make me weep for Rest
This bittersweet agony I cannot bear
The wish to cry is overwhelming
Yet no sound my lips may let
For my grief is your pleasure
No Rest is found in Disquiet
This claim you've staked on my soul
Is just to much to bear
And I wonder . . .
If Release shall ever be granted to me
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
untitled.shut up.untitled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
Warriors Into The Wild Parody: Chapters 7,8,9Firepaw: I smell a ShadowClan cat.Warriors Into The Wild Parody: Chapters 7,8,91 year ago in Humor More Like This
Yellowfang: I WILL EAT YOU!!!!
Firepaw: (hits Yellowfang) I am much too awesome to be eaten!
Yellowfang: But you look so yummy...
Firepaw: You are way too far into my personal bubble! GET OUT!!!!!
Yellowfang: First I must eat you!
Firepaw: NEVER!!!! (attacks Yellowfang)
Yellowfang: Ooowww..that hurt...
Firepaw: STAY HERE!!!!!
Firepaw: Here is a rabbit. Eat it. It tastes better than a cat.
Yellowfang: NO IT DOESN'T!!!!!
Firepaw: Here comes Lionheart! HI LIONHEART!!!!
Lionheart: No feeding psycho cannibal kitties.
Greypaw: (hugs Firepaw) I am so glad you are alive! I was worried you got eaten!
Firepaw: Too tight...
Bluestar: Why did you feed her?
Firepaw: So she wouldn't eat me!
Tigerclaw: That is NOT a valid reason. Why are you here, Yellowfang?
Yellowfang: They kicked me out of ShadowClan cuz I ate all the kits.
Darkstripe: LETS KILL HER!!!!!!
Bluestar: No...she could be of some use to me...mwa ha ha...(everyon