Passion: Hector BarbossaPassion: Hector Barbossa8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What winds, what salty water sprays that thou wilt not feel?
O' strong listless love, hast thou ne'er seen the sun and felt it's yellow rays?
Why thou hand so cold stays?
A strong black tomb your home makes;
Torn coal-black sails
Your wave breaks scares yon' whales.
Wan and hunger'd love;
Thou so very cold?
Hellman's fate art gent'ler than
this demon-life torment
into our world sent
by Heathen Gods, a world of gold
as unholy legend told
and thy lust thy greed punished
O' thy curse, thy blood, longing of humanity.
Was thy greed worthy of this?
Was thy lust worth loss of kiss?
Dost thou flesh scream for touch of me,
of woman, of heat,
of screaming passion where two bodies meet?
Thy sweat, her screams, sweetly sounding on bare ship walls...
I mean not to torture thee, nor to cause such pain.
O', sweet man, wicked, so base;
How you cause mine heart to race!
You cad, you dog, out of mine thoughts, ye man of hell!!
Out, ye cold death man adored,
would I sooner mine self abhorred...
Jess WolfJess Wolf2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Jessica Stephanie Wolf was born on August 29, 1990. She's a bit shy around people but has a really strong personality when you get to know her. She has a great sense of humor, loves to laugh and can be very passionate about things, both in good and bad ways. She's very nerdy and likes things like comics/superheroes, manga/anime, and video games. Her favorite genre is Sci-Fi but she also likes fantasy. She's an only child and doesn't really care for pets, but most werewolves don't.
A very important part of her personality is that she loves being a werewolf and spends most of her time in that form, though not all the time. She prefers the normal werewolf state as she finds it's more difficult to have a tail or paws, but she tires them out every now and then. Jess had her first transformation around the age of 20, a bit of a late bloomer as it usually occurs around puberty for werewolves. It was quite a surprise to her as she thought it had passed over her. The transformation was likely b
Eliot TalkedEliot Talked9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eliot talked of a man - who was not quite.
Of a man leaving through the tip of his umbrella,
exiting on that deepburied day,
all openings are one-way.
He'd never told them that.
Spoke Alice of her looking glass -
not a demure lobotomized Liddell,
but that staring girl, hair, black-shock, wild,
and done up like a beggar-child -
"What did you do with Dodgson?"
Here's a girl to set a story to,
sitting on un-marked leaves
fallen to yellow upon the ground
a cold wish of their's was found:
they did not let their larynx...
come friendly blondes and cut
your throats, they are -
"'T peroxide 's been here with me
since nineteen fifty-three."
- fit for nowt but sipping blokes.
They did not let, their little ones out
but suitors took their photos,
Which now are so, some high-Victoriana chíc
still some parents act, some speak
and the Alices,
they do as they wish.
The Essence Of the Master-Slave RelationshipThe relationship between a Master and slave is often a misunderstood one. The trust and respect between the two goes so deep that most people cannot even begin to comprehend, resulting in a bond that pushes the boundaries of comradeship, friendship, and loyalty. There is the understanding however, that in some cases, disobedience will be met with appropriate punishment, hopefully coupled with an open communication on the part of BOTH Master and slave. Without an open dialogue between the two, and knowing what the other's wants, values, and limits are, the relationship between the slave and their Master is doomed to be a failure. It is one which will have anguish and anger, as is the case in any other partnership. Just as much as a deep, and romantic love between any type of coupling, the relationship between a Master and slave requires love, understanding, dedication, caring, and kinship. This is the truest example of yin and yang there is... without one that fits perfectly, the otherThe Essence Of the Master-Slave Relationship2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Marquis de SadeI am Renee, I am MadelineMarquis de Sade8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am Rose Keller, I am Justine
You are the world's finest libertine
From the whip to the guillotine
...He picks up a rose…
Sadism grew from your licentious seed
We are all whores with a sexual need
You feel pleasure when you make me bleed
Replace Christian dogma with your own creed
…A blood soaked rose…
Out of all your perversions, which do you like best?
The pleasure in sucking snot or the act of incest?
Sodomising backsides or putting God to the test?
By thrusting communion into a whore with zest
My corruption began with your wicked prose
Now I'm tied up in this humiliating pose
The cat-o-nine whips, blood splatters and flows
I wail and scream, he grows solid and blows
…Of torture and beauty…
You teach us that humans are immoral at core
Indulging our sexuality is a natural law
Seduce me with cruelty, brutality and gore
Titillate me with les crimes de l'amour
…Of pleasure and pain…
Borealis: Prologue (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Prologue (HiddlesXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You let out a deep sigh and gazed over the dirty tables you’d still have to clean up after. The restaurant you worked at wasn’t that fancy but you chose it over the others since they served American food and milkshakes. It made you feel home with familiar scents around you but that was until about you took a step outside to feel the unfamiliar air of London streets. You loaded your hands with dishes and walked back into the kitchen as you heard the calm taps of rain droplets against the glass entrance, it was always raining—just about always.
But nothing was going to kill your mood today, you were almost out of work and you were crazy about visiting the National Theater at 8 pm on the dot tonight because you’d been saving up for months to buy tickets to see Coriolanus. A big smile took over you thinking about a certain actor that would be acting in the play, a certain actor who was the biggest reason why you bought such expensive tickets and he was almost the re
Disney Storybits 43PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 433 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sometimes, Minnie would feel terribly guilty about all of the weaknesses she had accidentally created for Mickey. A little kiss, a squeeze of his hand, sometimes even the sheer act of merely looking at him appeared to reduce his brain cells as he was diminished to complete and utter mush. It wasn't as if she was trying to make him into a helpless mess, but after a while, it really couldn't be helped. It was just too much fun, and a wonderful boost to her ego. Yet when she came upon his latest weakness, it was, in all honesty, a complete and total accident.
It was a particularly cold day this winter, and in her sweetness, Minnie had telephoned her boyfriend and asked if he would mind if she came by, perhaps to bake him a sweet or two. By this time, she had been over his place enough times to have it memorized, and within mere seconds of her arrival she was already setting up ingredients in the kitchen. Soon after, she had
The People SayThe people say that sheThe People Say1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has no ability
No promise, no gain, no life
It's stupid how she cuts herself internally
with a knife.
The people say to him
He's dull, far too dim
To think of anything
Anyone, worthwhile again
Which is exactly why his girlfriend
Decided to dump him, the idiot man.
Why do I protest you, the people?
Why do I stand up for them?
I do not have to explain to you.
But since you are so ignorant, I shall.
I'll tell you why, the people.
They have experienced things
They are left speechless. Lifeless.
In their own hollowing misery.
Fallen and ForgottenFallen and forgottenFallen and Forgotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a shell
I give up
Looking for death
The end of my existence
At the bottom of a bottle
Living In DenialI am distractedLiving In Denial1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered into pieces
With no words left in my head
So dark inside
Craving for anything
So alone with my demons
They are all over me
They are all behind me
It's the only thing I'd ever see
They are all against me
I'm dead inside
Without a voice that guards me
Through the torment
Nothing is real anymore
And I beg them for sympathy
Ask to leave me here
Living in denial or never living at all
Trust (Magnus x Reader)The hall was bare that lead to the interrogation rooms. Nothing for Magnus to keep his mind busy as he paced, waiting for the suspect. He knew this girl that they were bringing in, knew everything about her, There was no way she could have committed murder. especially with knowing what he did for a living.Trust (Magnus x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Magnus sighed deeply, running his long fingers through his curls. The door opened that lead to the hallway, making him look up in eagerness.
Hands cuffed in front of you, Wallander escorted you to the interrogation rooms. You both turned a corner and walked through the doorway to see the 6'2" man that you loved waiting for you. His blue eyes seemed filled with sadness at seeing you in handcuffs.
"Magnus, you shouldn't be here," Kurt commented, pushing you inside one of the rooms and closing the door. You were left alone in the two-way mirrored room, left to your own thoughts.
"I had to see her, I don't think she killed him. If she did then there must be a reason. I know her too wel
What We Are, We've Been, and Will Always BeWhat We Are, We've Been, and Will Always BeWhat We Are, We've Been, and Will Always Be10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The laughing moon writes its chalky tune
While I lay stark in the eclipse of you
Atop the sands so silky grained
We left the traces of our passions stain
Majestic hues of violet and wet crimson
A beach cleaved by a heart's division
I revel within the depths of your shadow's night
From the inky silhouette we gain insight
Into the bottomless pits of damnation
Suffering available in varying saturations
Your grin is a blade as it turns upon me
Quaking heart beating so hard you can see
The vibration of my ribs being strummed
Along with the tune the moon has begun to hum
Murderous Love why won't you offer your hand?
Allow you but a moment to list your demands
Ticking with the clock of my imprisoned heart
Wishing for your depth, your words to impart
Some miniscule hint to paint your inner domain
Where together we claw the walls and blame
The phantoms at the corners of our eyes
Fleeting and whispering threats of our demise
It slips over
Early Morning ObscenitiesMaybe this kind of screeching,Early Morning Obscenities1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the early morning.
How could I know,
I don't often see this time
of bright screams and dying stars
From this side of the clock.
I stand before the mirror
Looking dangerously innocent
in sunbursts of skin.
This time, I'm heading for trouble.
No signs of pursuit;
I know my reflection's chasing me.
No sign of struggle,
I nail my eyelids to my brows
and stumble along the road
While starlings scream obscenities
from the sky.
They ask me,
'Why bother waiting for the moon
when you're already fast asleep'.
SirensThey converge towards her tumultuous tideSirens1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a pathetic peasant like pace
Foolishly lured by this oceanic muse
As the sea and their vessel embrace
Enchanted melodies from the undertow
Ameliorate the stagnant sea
As resistance sinks to a watery grave
Temptation shows signs of buoyancy
It is only a whisper in the wild wind
Though such a sweet and innocent call
From beyond the slate grey clouded horizon
Comes the wretched waves of the white squall
Watching on in wonder from the widow’s walk
As the weak willed cast their final shadow
Entranced and entrapped by her prurient gaze
And swallowed in her seagirt meadow
Diabolical desire filled the boatman’s minds
Now as they sink down to the seabed
Copious levels of brine shall fill the lungs
Of their doomed, hopeless corpses instead
Dead water ripples gently under moonshine
Equilibrium is now restored
No sign of the siren’s most recent conquest
Nor of those souls that have gone before
Some Things Are StrongA country table set for a threshing gang lunchSome Things Are Strong11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the deep green shade of a towering maple.
While the sun shines hard, the men will toil at the harvest
Till the last sheaves are done.
Then they move along to the next farm
To begin their work again.
So it is with a poet
Who has spent his years haunting
The rock-strewn fields and birch-lined logging roads
Of New England.
Learning the colors of her moods,
Listening to her songs
In a thousand laughing brooks;
Wondering at the cathedral stillness
Following a January snowstorm.
I've watched the burning sun make his way
Down behind the rows of corn
And fieldstone walls.
With a tip of my hat to the crimson reds
Along the horizon line
I bid him go till he brings the morning
With him once again.
It is good to bring to mind
The paths I've trod, the lakes I've fished,
And neighbors I've met in passing,
Perhaps in a simple dooryard.
Where a dog is barking from the porch,
And cotton sheets hang on a clothesline
Drenched in the lilac air.
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 18Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 181 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was no time to waste. With Mathias captured, you would lose all hopes of getting your parents and your sight back. Ignoring the others’ protests, you burst out into the open right alongside Mathias.
“Damn!” you cursed. “How can they tell?”
“I think the most obvious reason is because he looks nothing like the locals here,” Tino quickly deduced. “But applications aside, ____________, I highly recommend you get back into safety—”
“No!” you refused. “There’s a lot riding on Mathias right now. If I just leave him here, then I’ll—”
“______________, what in Eliatha are you doing?” Mathias gasped as he noticed you standing behind him. “Get back inside the caravan!”
“Mathias, I’m not letting them take you away,” you snapped. “Last time was a close call. This one might be even closer—”
(Another Title)To desire such a fire.(Another Title)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if I should retire.
To notice a common bond.
A common song of fire and brimstone.
So much lost.
Both hearts so alone.
Can you change that ones future?
To be trusted in their hearts palm.
Or do you dream?
Singing a crying song.
To know of their passion.
Reality stepping in.
Are you walking again into disaster?
I amI am not the sun nor the stars,I am6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.
Weight Loss PlanI told you that I loved you.Weight Loss Plan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, then apologized.
Love doesn't come in
The name I call myselfI etch my name into my skin:The name I call myself1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Final Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven YuffieFinal Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven Yuffie10 months ago in Romance More Like This
“I think it's about time we let a guy pick. We can't let the girls have all the fun.” After pulling out a different hat, Yuffie scanned the room for the next player. She pointed a thin finger at you and squinted her eyes. “Hmm, you look pretty ready to play. Come on up.”
The moment you were close enough, Yuffie shoved the hat into your arms. “Calm down Yuffie, it's not like this part of the game is timed.” Taking your sweet time to find an item, you lifted a tattered black headband from the pile. “This isn't your headband, is it?”
“Hey, you did that on purpose you weirdo. I ought to make you put that back, but I'm not going to break the rules like some people do.” She angrily stomped her foot on the ground grabbed the hat and tossed it in the corner. “Now come on.”With a strange mix of excitement and annoyance, Yuffie grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet. “Someon
The Human FacadeThere are thingsThe Human Facade1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that hide what
I really am on the
I AmI'm the pain when you can't feel,I Am6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm the needle underneath your skin,
I'm the scar that will not heal,
I'm the part of you that makes you sin,
I'm the lie that hid the truth,
I'm the curse upon your tongue,
I'm the fire that burnt the proof,
I'm the song that can't be sung,
I'm the colour that cannot be seen,
I'm the angry voice inside your head,
I'm the reason you're so unclean,
I'm the one that wants you dead.