That One LetterDear lover...,That One Letter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the one letter I couldn't send
It means too much for to hand it over
There isn't much for me to write because I am no writer
No fancy words, just the straight out truth
You still surprise me, even if I don't show it
I know we just can't be over
I can see it in your eyes, you haven't lost hope
As long I can still feel you are still holding on, I will keep trying
I know I am not perfect but I keep trying
That's what I said I will do from the start
One chance I have to make it right
If I miss it, it will be too late
Remember who you are and forget what people said about you
You are beautiful; don't let others say you are not
I won't let you fall, even when I am wrong
I always remember that you like hand-written letters
A letter had more emotion than a text or email because you can see the mistakes, the eraser marks
The emotion is true in each word I write
I don't want you to fade away like everyone else has, I don't want to wake up one morning and realize that you a
CryptographyI cannot talk to you right now.Cryptography3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't part my lips
and spill conversations out:
the sentences grow barbs,
my mouth doesn't work,
my tongue seizes up,
and the words catch.
I am choking on them
and I can't spit them out.
The only way I can speak
to you is in code.
I have to tell you
that I am growing moth wings,
that the deep blue Atlantic
is writhing under my ribs,
that the butterflies in my stomach
are trying to bite their way out
and I am swallowing bottlefuls
of hornets to sting them quiet.
That I have stopped being a man
and have started being a pillar of salt
trying to learn how to rain dance.
That I am eating smoke.
I am trying to tell you something
but I think the cipher is written
on the marrow of my bones
and I don't want to know
what you'll need to do
to crack me.
You'll never read this.I've made up my mindYou'll never read this.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to be
in the ash
that was scattered
across your cemetary
when the devil came
and smoked a cigarette
over your tomb
and I watched
it was like silk
in the moonlight
because I chose the perfect time
and I knew
that you were
lying through your teeth
every day that you
pretended as if you knew
what your purpose was
so here I stand
and I left
watching as the cigarette ashes
were sucked up by a
that thought it was funny
it wasn't funny
it wasn't a joke
like you thought it was
and I'll keep this scene playing in my head
while you'll keep laughing with
and not noticing
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide them in our pockets
Cage them within jars of glass
Like fireflies on a midsummer eve.
We build castles of sand and air
Devastated as the tide reclaims them
Breathing deeply in quiet sobs
As the sand runs through our fingertips.
We long and yearn for something
Never quite able to define what it is
Reaching for straws to keep above water
As the tide washes over us.
And the wind
in the sand.
I Don't Need A MakeupI want to remove this paint in my faceI Don't Need A Makeup3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To be simple and be myself
Uncomfortable in this gorgeous phase
True beauty, I want to see for yourself
I don't need any eye liner
Making my eyes dark and sad
It isn't good nor better
For me, I look like bad
I don't need a lipstick
Coloring my lips cherry red
It makes me sick, and i can't speak
For it is being said
I don't need a makeup, I am beautiful
People just don't see its true
They want me to put some more, plentiful
For they are used to
They make me look like a clown
If I wore makeup again
For me, they are putting me down
Like saying that I'm ugly for being me, now and then
Lonely CriesDon't look at meLonely Cries3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend
They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there
Bottle of SadnessYour little red mouthBottle of Sadness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a bottle of sadness
and you think you keep
it stoppered up,
but the cork is cracked
and the seal is loose
and you drip
little splashes of sorrow
every time you speak.
In the morning,
I wake next to your wet sheets,
your pillow soaked through with it.
It smudges on the rims
of glasses you drink from,
it tastes of salt and dusk and blue
on your lips
and even when you laugh,
it boils away and steams
in the air --
the room fills with fog,
you stop laughing again.
I used to think
you had only liters in you,
but some days I think
you have the whole deep sea.
Girl Who Wears Pink p1 There's a girl who wears pink at school. She's really, very ugly. Gorgeous black hair, fine as silk that falls just below herGirl Who Wears Pink p13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
shoulders; clear, pale white skin, sapphire blue eyes. She's something out of a story. Everything about her makes sense, when you look at
her you feel it's logical that she should be beautiful. Gorgeous. And yet, she's ugly.
Maybe it's the way everything about her is so perfect, how every feature on her face is eerily symmetrical. How her eyes are
such a brilliant, striking blue. How her lashes are dark, a bold contrast to the intense colour of her eyes. How she seems to have missed
out on the wonders of teenage acne and her skin is baby soft, a curious miracle of white. How she's slender, her body proportions
completely natural and yet something out of a magazine. How nothing about her is out of place.
Maybe it's the way her eyes dart around, flitting from here to there, never truly landing on anything. How they never narrow
Broken TimesThe girl with the broken time looked over the grassy field from where she relaxed on one of the many enormous branches of the World Tree. It was a green, lush world with lots of grass and other foliage. That was it, though, just foliage.There were no people who were there in the vast plain, only Yggdrasil to keep her company with a few pulses every now and then to remind her it was a living thing still. She kept looking on, through the grass, through the clouds, through time itself even to another dimension.Broken Times3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Besides the plain of emptiness that the broken timed girl resided at, there were other dimensions in the same place, only working under a different time pattern than hers. She could see any which one she wanted out of the thousands of possibilities; she liked the one with the song boy. He had a beautiful voice that she would often listen to before taking a noon nap with Yggdrasil. Sometimes even she would sit at the bottom of the tree right next to where t
Memories poured through a prismWe had strange names for one another; Blue skies like silk embedded behind stars. I remember pulling my wind through stranded clouds, looking for that one thought that mattered. That feeling of bliss.Memories poured through a prism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Solitary in a network of branches, see recollections of sunlight once wished upon. Between oaken stems the spider wove your mind, a webbed constellation which once held me up, supported me; Whispered to me in velvet shades of the delicate gems drenched in liquid white, all reflections of my true self.
Then the strings of your violin tongue snared the mists of the fae spirits. Judged harshly for its foolishness the butterfly sang to the spider, danced for its many eyes, a brilliant flurry of wings like life and fireworks.
The silver ropes removed the core, and the many-legged arbiter feasted and festered. No more moonlit mirrors, no more bliss. No more face of mine enlightened. Only shadows dusted grey, only preying mares in mindscapes.
Emerald pillows strewn with water dust, glimmering me
Stone Walls and Iron BarsStone walls do not a prison makeStone Walls and Iron Bars3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor iron bars a cage
Trite, sentimental bullshit which
Would make an angel rage.
It's true a clever mind can find
Distraction from its plight
But dreaming's no protection from
The horrors of the night
Tell anyone who'll listen that
They've yet to cage your soul
And listen to them laugh because
They know they've got you whole
Tell stories in your head to prove
You're still the master there
You'll find your heroes mirror-wraiths
In rags and close-cropped hair
And even if they let you go
Your spirit's never free
A shadow of the prison cell
Still clouds the world you see
You'll wake to hear the jeering laughs
You'll flinch at every sound
You'll look over your shoulder though
They're dead and in the ground
Stone walls do not a prison make
When minds can serve as well
You need no iron for cages when
You've fashioned living hell.
We stopped playing hide and seekI thought I’d give you a try when I saw you swirling by with your floweredWe stopped playing hide and seek2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms and sunshine smile. My favorite games are the ones I can’t win, and you
seemed to be a loss at first sight.
you caught my eye with your predator vibe, so I took a jump and without any plan
of attack we tumbled into playing hide and seek between your blankets.
there was a boy I loved once and he was catastrophic. but these days I’m going home
wearing your hoodie rather than his skin in the alley behind his house. and it feels
like freedom to smile him goodbye without a heartache-hit because you’ve chased his
demons out of my veins with your hot air balloon whispers and light orange kisses.
All The RobinsA/N: Instead of a longer drabble, there are sixteen mini-drabbles that are less than four hundred words. (Two are 399 words, haha.) One for each of the five Robins, ten for each pair of Robins (not necessarily romantic), and one bonus drabble at the end. Some of the single drabbles mention a second Robin, but it centers on just one of them. Likewise, some of the pairing drabbles have a third snuck in there, but they're only minor. If this is confusing, just go and read them.All The Robins4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I snuck some of the requests in there for people. Sorry that they're all short.
And sorry, I don't think I did Stephanie justice. This is my first time writing her and I actually haven't read any of her comics. Sorry. Normally I don't like writing characters I haven't read up on, but if I'm writing about all the Robins, I HAVE to write about Stephanie. She's such a strong female role model and I really disl
Burn it down: Chapter 3Burn it downBurn it down: Chapter 33 years ago in Horror More Like This
| MARCH 24, 3:3O EDT
Wally walked into the warehouse, the same one that he had seen Artemis leave with Kaldur. He sighed, his features tense. He didn't know how he was going to tell both of them, but he needed to. He wouldn't leave the two of them in the dark. He walked towards a few boxes, leaning against them, and waited. He felt terrible, felt like he had gotten hit by a truck in fact. He didn't know what he was going to do. He sighed again; he couldn't just come out and say it. "Hey guys, you know that bomb you put in the Mountain? Ya well Nightwing sort of got caught in the explosion and he might die." Ya, that sounded like it would go over well.
"Wally?" a feminine voice asked into the warehouse.
"Artemis?" He walked towards the voice, the mask of a tiger showed in the dark. Artemis stepped out, her blond hair not really fitting with the color of the costume. Wally always loved her in green, he didn't like the new tiger themed costume, he didn't like havi
Our Home: Chapter 12Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 124 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Bird VS the Fast Flying Arrow
| Watch Tower
"But Ollie!" the eleven year old pleaded again. His arms were folded in irritation. His fire truck red hair seeming to match his red with anger face. He couldn't believe he was stuck in the middle of this! Him, the second sidekick partner the one and only Speedy, Roy Harper, had to babysit a six year old! It was unbelievable, unthinkable. He heard Wally also got dragged into this. At least if he was going down he was bringing someone with him. "This isn't fair! I'm not going to babysit a stupid six year old!"
"Roy Harper he isn't stupid! And I promise you that if you don't like him you won't ever have to hang out with him again." Ollie promised, though he knew after the boy's met Robin they would be best friends. It was hard not to love the little guy. He was just so loveable.
"We aren't hanging out. We're babysitting the kid." Roy objected.
"Listen Roy, you just need to watch him while me, Barry, and Bruce finish u
BuriedBuried3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The metal forced the air from his lungs as he was dropped. A heavily booted foot shoved against his back and he was suddenly sliding, his body twisting and rolling uncontrollably. There was nothing for his bare feet to grip to slow his descent and his cry of pain echoing close around him as an exposed rivet gouged into his calf. With his hands bound behind his back there was no way he could brace him as his uncontrolled descent came to an abrupt halt when his shoulder slammed painfully into the bottom of the pit Dick Grayson now found himself at the bottom of.
He groaned at the flare of pain, and looked back up the way he had fallen. Corrugated metal sides surrounded him and the thick ripple-like surface pressed into his back. Half of a large metal door was swinging into place twenty feet over his head and beyond that he could several feet of soil and stone above that.
Dick felt the thread of fear and swallowed the rising panic. But seeing the interior
Burn It DownBurn it downBurn It Down3 years ago in Horror More Like This
| Mt. Justice
| March 23, 21:30 edt
Nightwing slowly got to his shaky feet, the pain from the shock still evident in his facial features. He looked to see Conner still on the ground, he ran as fast as his wobbly legs let him, stumbling as he went. Kneeling down, he began to shake Conner. "Come on Supy, you have to wake up!" he desperately said, he deactivated Conner's collar, and his own as he tried to rouse Conner. He knew that the whole 'I let go of this button you all die' was a hoax, but he didn't doubt that Kaldur would actually blow up the Mountain. After all, Kaldur was a double agent; he needed to keep up an appearance.
He needed to get Conner out of here, he wouldn't leave anyone behind. Running towards the entertainment room he quickly saw Sphere and Wolf; both were looking at Nightwing oddly Nightwing ran over and deactivated Wolf's collar. "Sphere, Wolf, come on hurry!" he didn't know if either could understand him, but he had to risk it. He started going back
Our Home: Chapter 14Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 143 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Can you pull a Robin out of that hat?
| Gotham city
Zatara and his young six-year-old daughter Zatanna walked into the small hotel in Gotham city. Zatara had an important meeting in Gotham; he needed to be in Gotham for a couple of days because of this. Zatanna was there as well because she couldn't be left alone. So both were spending a week in Gotham. Zatara didn't like it, knowing that Gotham was crime filled, but he couldn't just not show up to the meeting, it was very important. Zatara sighed and checked into the building while Zatanna played with her magician hat that she had gotten for her sixth birthday, it had a matching wand and costume as well, which Zatanna was wearing now.
Zatanna didn't mind coming here; she loved to visit new places. Though Gotham wasn't really tasteful she loved the fact that one of her dad's associates lived here, and no she wasn't talking about his job that he came here to do. She was talking about his superhero job. She had heard of Batman a
Our Home: Chapter 11Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 114 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am Vengeance
| Watch Tower
It had been a slow, uneventful night at the Watch Tower. Everyone was doing something uneventful, board out of their minds. They didn't know what to do. The world was safe for now, and everyone was at the Watch Tower currently, a sort of bonding exercise or something. Well actually everyone was there but Batman of course. He had some sort of excuse. Most of the League was hanging out in the cafeteria; they were either eating or quietly talking to one another. The conversations were mostly small talk. It wasn't anything too big. Stuff about things the Leaguers did with their families or some villain they defeated. The conversations didn't really go beyond that.
Diana, Dinah, and Shayera were sitting together talking. A few of the boy leaguers were making dirty jokes across the room. And J'onn was sitting at a table enjoying Oreos. So yes most of them were board and had nothing to do. That is until the lights suddenly went out. The League looke
The Path of Treachery: chapter 14The Path of TreacheryThe Path of Treachery: chapter 143 years ago in Horror More Like This
| Gotham city Warehouse
Robin jumped down from the rafters, his raven hair flying as the wind hit it from his decent. He smirked at his army and at the shocked look on Ra's face. He walked over beside Batman and smirked even more. "You really think I would join you? Even if you threatened my friends, you do realize that the Justice League is on our side right? They would kick your trash if they found out you were trying to kill them. I was never on your side."
"All the guilt, the quietness, the determination"
"Acting, I think I would be an awesome star for a movie. Don't you?" the boy said interrupting Ra's. "Then again the only person here who knows anything about acting is Karlo here. Great job by the way, very believable." He said turning towards Clayface. Clayface smirked, but didn't say anything.
"So you decide to team up with the people you fight against, how stupid of you." Ra's says as he glares at Robin.
"I don't think they'll be a problem. After all, we
Our Home: Chapter 10Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes you can't do everything
| Gotham Movie Theater
It was supposed to be just a nice quiet night with Bruce and him. Just one night where they weren't doing hero work. But fate worked in strange ways that night. Bruce had promised Dick that he would take him to a movie of his choice sense he hadn't been around a lot. With League business and work he hadn't seen the small six year old in days. The boy happily agreed and went to choose a movie. No one thought of what would happen.
They had been watching a new movie that had just came out. It was the midnight showing and Bruce had agreed to it only because of Dick's puppy dog eyes. They had been sitting quietly watching the movie, and only twenty minutes in, it happened.
The exit doors burst open and something went flying into the crowed. Bruce looked at it strangely from a moment, not knowing what it was. Suddenly tear gas poured into the room. Covering every inch of the place with the movie still playing in the background
Our Home: Chapter 15Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Let us mourn
| Gotham city
Flags moved slowly in the cold afternoon air, clouds covered the sky ready to burst any second with rain. Little droplets fell, not enough to call it a rain storm but still, it was rain. The city was quite. No one seemed to want to disturb the mourning people of the city. No villains were in sight, no thugs, no henchmen, no gangs, no one was in sight. Family's stayed in their houses, few people walked the streets.
Even though no villains were out, a little bird was. Robin, his raven black hair waving in the wind watched over the city. He understood what this day meant. But still he was on patrol. He wouldn't let anyone else suffer this day. Too many people with scars mental and physical were already mourning. He wouldn't let anymore feel pain.
Batman didn't know he was out here of course. If he did then he would be by his side. He would have never let the little bird go by himself. But Bruce was actually currently at work. And Alfred thought he was a
Teen Titans: PhrophacyTeen Titans StoryTeen Titans: Phrophacy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beast Boy stood there silent as he watched Terra walk away from him. He still couldn't Believe that Terra cant remember him, or anything with the Teen Titans. He opened up his communicator and simply said
"Beast Boy calling Robin. I'm on my way."
Then he turned around and ran off to help his friends, despite of his feelings now.
-- 3 weeks later --
Sometime has passed for Teen Titans. The monster they were fighting has been and gone, exterminated thanks to the help of Beast Boy. But for the weeks that past since he fell right into depression, spending his days simply inside the base. He didn't eat very much, just a small meal a day, and didn't do much else besides think. After awhile, much of the group started to worry about their green friend.
"Oh dear. I'm worried for Beast Boy." Starfire said.
"We all are worried for him Starfire...who's gonna talk to him this time?" Robin asked.
"Ain't me man. Last time I did he dumped water all over me! You do it." Cy