Self Harm.There's a girlSelf Harm.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she's sitting but I think they forgot her name
As if you had raped her
Her dignity taken away from her
Don't pretend you know her when you know nothing of her inner pain
You only cover your eyes and turn away
She's got all that makeup on looking for a place
She just doesn't belong anywhere.
They say that they love her but she only sees them stare
And the whispers are scaring her
She needs the voices to talk back to her now.
Her pale arms are inflamed with red marks
Little dots of blood
The blade dragged harshly over her skin
No one is paying attention to her and that's when she has the idea
She's thinking of him and it never gets any easier
However much she tries to overanalyse
Get through the web of lies.
And if it hurts so much on the inside
She needs to kill the pain on the inside
By drawing a picture on the outside
She needs to do it again and again
Reflect the damage on the outside
Fragile please handle with care
It's a slow process.
But she has no concept of th
24th of December - VO oneshot“It’s your fifth cup of hot chocolate today, kinda too much even for you, don’t you think?” Kevin gave another mug with word “Shivers” written on it to his little sister, whose hair was as red as bows on the Christmas tree in the corner of the cafe.24th of December - VO oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Pft, It’s like 1\2 of my own record, you know I can do better” Amy took a sip of sweet liquid. The room was flooded with people: parents with their kids, who ate tons of ice-cream; couples, sharing milkshakes and waffles; groups of teenagers, talking and laughing loudly; and Amy.
“I wouldn’t mind an extra pair of hands” pointed Kev, arranging boxes full of all kinds of ice-cream.
“Wha…” started Amy, but couldn’t finish the sentence, Kevin threw an apron at her.
“Customers won’t wait!”
The girl didn’t mind working, she even enjoyed it, the only thing that made her uncomfortable with working on the last day before Christma
Pen-PalFor 15 years I’ve been writing letters to Someone.Pen-Pal3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, not just anyone, in fact…Someone, whose name I don’t know because my mother told me to write a letter to Someone the summer after my dad passed, so that’s exactly what I did. Dear Someone, I wrote, and I signed it sincerely, Me. In some ways, it was like writing a letter to Santa, but Santa’s replies were stock and bulk printed to apply to the typical general letter, and Someone’s replies changed each time. My mother photocopied all my letters before I sent them and collected them in a booklet as precious mementos. I collected my replies.
When I was 15, I asked my mom if she had been the one replying. Honestly, I said. I mean, who else would I be writing letters to? Someone, with no address. Yet somehow, the letter got places, and somehow one always returned with no address other than “Me.” I went through a phase of tests to get my mom to confess, a phase of disbelief, a phase
The Prince and the Plague WormNotes on Regalus DnavyonThe Prince and the Plague Worm1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
Lord Regalus Dnavyon is the incumbent king of Kreev.
Kreev is vast, cold, resource-rich, and usually at odds with Network nations. It's also been a constitutional monarchy since Regalus' great-great-grandfather signed away his bloodline's divine right in exchange for his head.
That fellow's son-in-law, the following king, found himself tasked with charming a kingdom infuriated and embarrassed by a run of clumsy, erratic, inbred rulers, questioning if the crown had run its worth entirely. It was a game he was made to play. By his own son's coronation day, the king was no longer an untouchable god... he was a human being. He was loving, warm, fatherly, and nothing like those nasty, bickering, self-serving politicians who'd say anything to keep their jobs. The king was above that. So long as the monarch is assured his place on the throne he will be the government's unbiased heart.
Regalus' grandfather had an easy reign. An oil-hungry world steadil
Poetry,you’re aPoetry,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that moans when I go.
You’re either a
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
between my thighs?
I am Fifty Shades
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
within burning stars?
I didn’t think so.
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
La veglia.La stanza era stretta e angusta. All'occhio infantile che la stava osservando l'aggettivo giusto sembrava troppo piena. La bambina venne poi portata nella stanza affianco e fatta sedere sul divano.La veglia.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tremava. Si guardava intorno, circospetta, osservando il tavolo circolare e le gocce d'acqua che, condensate, scivolavano giù dalla bottiglia. Mi sedetti non vista accanto a lei e poggiai la mano sopra il suo ginocchio. La piccola rabbrividì e sotto il vestitino vidi la sua pelle ergersi a difesa. Spalancò i suoi grandi e sperduti occhi neri e li piantò nei miei. Rimase così per qualche secondo, con gli occhi a contemplare l'aria mentre la sua pelle tornava a rilassarsi come un lenzuolo ben disteso.
Mi alzai con calma, con la schiena cigolante e i capelli spettinati e mi avvicinai alla cucina. Presi una tazzina, un piattino e mi versai del caffè tiepido. Mentre lo sorseggiavo, con il mignolo della destra sollevato, osservavo la nuova arrivata accolta da un fasti
L'odore dell'acciaioL'odore dell'acciaio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brandelli di carne
limatura di metallo
scarti che navigano nell’oscuro interno
in una miscela di sangue e olio idraulico
ad alimentare la macchina perfetta
il corpo cibernetico
Christian Ragazzoni’s L’odore dell’acciaio
Bobine di MenzognePossibilitàBobine di Menzogne3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il Tempo è fatto di infinite possibilità, ma quella possibilità si era esaurita nel Tempo stesso.
Il ragazzino volteggiava nel vuoto, fermo come in un fotogramma, mentre sotto di lui c'era il baratro; tutto era avvolto dalla patina sgretolante tipica di una dimensione che sta per cessare di esistere. Aveva le braccia aperte, lo sguardo rivolto verso il cielo e un sorriso che sembrava odiare e amare allo stesso tempo quel giorno perfetto, in cui il sole malato lanciava su quel mondo morente una scia di cenere luminosa, come se anche esso stesso si fosse stancato di splendere solo per il ragazzino.
Solo.. era l'unica parola che aveva conosciuto in tutta la sua vita, una vita che stava per "non essere mai esistita".
Quella realtà morente restituiva l'immagine di una possibilità distrutta, un Tempo e uno Spazio che stavano collassando su loro stessi, eppure.. in quel singolo fotogramma in cui il piccolo rimaneva sospeso tra il cielo, la scog
FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 1Capitulo 1FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Era un dia muy agitado para todos en aaa ya que en todos los reinos los príncipes habian sido secuestrados por la reina helada , todos querían hacer algo para rescatar a los príncipes de la reina helada pero nadie se atrebia, todos le tenían miedo y nisiquiera se acercaban al reino helado. Todos discutían por ver quienes eran los que iba a ir a rescatar a los principes pero oviamente nadie quería ir por el miedo. Mientras tando en las afueras de aaa una joven de cabello rubio con una blusa sencilla color azul, una falda azul, una mochila verde y un gorro de conejo llamada Fionna iba acompañada por una gata magica con el pelaje blanco y manchas cafes llamada Cake, las dos iban caminando y volteando hacia todos lados .
F: este lugar es matematico como dijiste que se llama?
C: mmmm…. no recuerdo bien creo que me dijeron que se llamaba aaa
F: aaa es un nombre un poco raro pero este lugar es fantastico
C: si fionna pero donde vamos a dormir ya esta empezando a anochecer
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that rouse me from my peaceful slumber.
There are birds inside my bedroom walls.
They sing and they call.
I think it's coming from outside
while I lay in my bed and listen,
but then I hear it clear as day,
unclear as darkest night,
as they talk to me,
from within my bedroom walls.
"There are birds in my walls, mother
we must get them out.
They're singing, they're crying,
they're asking me to free them.
We must save them.
And she says,
"There are no birds in the walls, honey.
The birds don't share their songs at night
and they do not live
inside the walls of our home."
I listen and I try to sleep
but I still hear them,
and they sound desperate.
And who can blame them,
when they're imprisoned within
such a dark and tight enclosure?
"There are birds in my bedroom walls, mother.
They'll hurt themselves, they'll suffocate."
And she shakes her head
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 1*Moriarty’s POV*My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 110 months ago in Romance More Like This
Jim Moriarty was bored. It had been ages since anything interesting had happened, with Sherlock Holmes still running around trying to figure his little pill game. It had been incredibly easy –and boring- to convince the “cabbie” (as the English called them) to do his bidding. Tempting the man with false security for his children, an idiot’s mistake in Moriarty’s mind. Having attachments like that only weighed you down and left you open to black mail and pain. They were like tumours in Moriarty’s mind, and tumours needed to be removed.
He sighed and closed his dark brown eyes as he leaned on the doorway of the little café, feeling that niggling feeling in the back of his mind. It was almost a voice, though it sounded distorted and demented. It whispered to him, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to ignore it, but knew that the whispering would turn to talking, then shouting, then screaming if he tried to push
Die Tonightif I'd lie into your armsDie Tonight11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you lull me back to sleep
and if I were to die tonight
would you give me a kiss goodbye?
would you hold my hand so tight
till I'd feel too numb to hurt
would you let the tears in my eyes
melt their way into your heart
and even if it was a lie
would you tell me it's alright
oh, please tell me, would you cry
if I were to die tonight?
as you threw the knife at me
I found myself too blind to see
and as you painted life in red
my blood was spilled and stained your hands
with every hit and every scold
I thought you were trying to make me strong
but now I come to realise
that I was nothing to your eyes
there's so much better you have seen
and I can be nothing but just me
and you were trying to be honest
and that's so beautiful of you
but beauty kills and now I'm fallen
because your words have cut me through
and as I lay at your feet bleeding
you take a look into my eyes
oh, would you cry, I'm only asking
if I were to die tonight?
Damp MatchesDamp matches strike a very solemn sparkDamp Matches1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and solid wax overflows a tsunami
into crusted eyes.
Bringing flame alive is a chemical reaction
of heart and soul fusing
from stick to head.
The empty box, one last match left to die
suffer no oxygen and flicker last light
Leaving a pile of lonely tinder.
OtoyaxReader: I Don't Know Why (part 10)Author's Note: I didn't know it'd come out so quick! Gosh, Otoya, why you so cute?! Hey! QUICK SURVEY! If you're asking, why, it's just that I need the inspiration and the it's a celebration of the 10th chapter! (Mini author's notes...they're comments, but whatever.)OtoyaxReader: I Don't Know Why (part 10)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The theme: OTOYA!!!
Why do you like Otoya?! Why?! What do you wish to happen in the next few chapters?! Anything related to him! ANYTHING. There are no correct answers, this is not a survey where there are numbers. Thanks for helping me!
Enjoy part 10!!
Ittoki Otoya x Reader
Well, today's Christmas, and Otoya decided that you should hang out with him, STARISH and Nanami.
"Sure, I'd love to," you said, and packed up all the presents you had for them.
"Let's go!" said Otoya.
You walked out of the apartment with large gift bags in your hands. Yes, they were kind of heavy, but still. You were meeting up with them at a privet winter resort founded by the Jinguji's.
"Poor girl! The boy isn't even helping with her presents!
Chris' Short Pics: CalcinculoChris' Short Pics: Calcinculo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ricordo i bei giorni d’un tempo, quando ero bambino e dal basso ammiravo curioso la giostra. Il rispetto e la paura per i “grandi” m’inchiodavano al suolo e lo sguardo del giostraio faceva il resto, ogni qualvolta decidevo di avvicinarmi un passo di troppo al suo gabbiotto.
Erano giorni d’attesa e di grandi aspettative, quelli in cui i sogni s’inseguivano l’un l’altro e sforavano dalla notte al giorno, tanto erano lunghi e persistenti.
Oggi quei giorni sono lontani, di giri in giostra ne ho fatti molti, forse troppi. Il vortice della vita mi ha imprigionato e non c’è premio per chi acciuffa la coda, non c’è premio per chi è destinato a non poter più scendere.
Rimangono i ricordi, illuminati da lampadine dai mille colori che, come lucciole, attirano gli sguardi dei bimbi di questi giorni e la speranza cresce nell’incrociare i loro sguardi.
Quei mille colori formano un arcobaleno e il rosso al s
.I wedged the remains of your bus ticket veins.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And chloroform sticky notes under the floor boards
Concealing them, out of sight out of mind, but I swear
Sometimes at night I can hear them crunching
Vowels like bones between their molars
Aching for the flesh and thesis of pretty little girls
Filmy and crackling like static between the slopes
Of your shoulders, those quiet spaces between
The short lived confessions and pulpits of your
Half assed convictions and lovers trysts.
Hardly left any room
For the gods to reside in the pieces of heaven
That you scattered across the carpet
Of your apartment floor
in hopes of catching angels between ash trays.
Autumn's clutchessunlight burns the morning mistAutumn's clutches1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
lukewarm and all aglow
rising sun thaws out all that's chilly
melting the frost that was barely-there
saturating the colors of autumn
the wind kissing my skin in a chill
leaves float around like butterflies
hitting the ground with a satisfying crunch
the aroma of cinnamon and apples
tease my palate and cause me to crave
I want to drown in hot mulled cider
and get drunk on cold pumpkin ale
take me into Autumn's clutches
leave me there and don't you ever fear
I'm entrenched with a coat made of fallen oak leaves
I am content in the rich, spicy air.
DeafI didn't hear you well enough, I guess, seeing that you've gone.Deaf1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turns out you don't want me anymore and that we both are moving on.
I thought I heard it all before and I thought I heard you say…
You'll be there for me always and love me more every day.
You clogged my ears with sweet nothings, everything you didn't mean,
And when all was said and done, it felt so very wrong and unclean.
To have openly shared my heart and sewn you so deeply within,
I couldn’t deny what I wanted to hear from you- and that is my sin…
That I wanted to hear you say you stayed partly because of me,
And that I was what kept you going and made you who you wanted to be.
I thought I heard it loud and clear and I thought I saw your face,
But the love I saw there in your eyes is now gone without a trace.
It pains me to see the death of a man I thought I loved;
A man I thought was you-
The man who stayed up all night for me until the pekid sky looked brand new.
The one wh