Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore2 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
Bottle of SadnessYour little red mouthBottle of Sadness2 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.
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.2 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.
CryptographyI cannot talk to you right now.Cryptography2 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.
The VowsThe Vows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
Something's MissingI will not miss you like a child misses a blanketSomething's Missing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or a year misses a season which has just passed
or as childhood is remembered from furrowed brows;
the parched lips that had once drunk from
the fountain of youth.
nor will I miss you like a widowed lark
that stays up all night believing in
melodic necromancy -
- I do not believe in such things,
as I do not believe in a god I forsook,
when I realized I did not miss him
as I missed the comfort of ignorance,
Nay, I cannot miss you like a poem misses its muse
which miss her till eternity dies
or a juvenile favour that leaves one
benevolent and misses benevolence for all of its days.
Instead I must miss you like an accepted part of every day -
- the ticking of clocks, the buzzing of gadflies,
the first few moments after awakening that misses a dream
or the Korean vase upon the chiffonier
which misses last week's dahlias
or the street dog misses its late keeper-of-crumbs
or an ink quill misses the words it bore
or a poet m
The World Is a RoomThe world is a room*The World Is a Room2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the walls bedaubed
with the green paint.
A mite is running in it**
she doesn't know her purpose
or does she like it.
Two bigger moppets***
have some claims.
Their voices are raised
like the hill growing
in the suburbia.
In the end one of them****
becomes a crumb.
She lifts her hand up
and spanks the mite,
not knowing her trespass.
At evening it's time for going to sleep***** -
the fingerling goes to her bed with rails,
being very sad and sure of a given lesson:
there's no point in enjoying yourself,
cause the sadness will always come later.
*nobody knows its magnitude,
unless it is a person
described in this poem,
trying to figure it out.
**like an old hamster
in its spinning wheel,
with the same knowledge
about her destiny.
***because they're also wee
in the front of God's face.
****probably the one in a skirt,
although you can't be certain.
*****you'll have a dream about
a child with a vile face
You'll never read this.I've made up my mindYou'll never read this.1 year 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
That One LetterDear lover...,That One Letter2 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
I Don't Need A MakeupI want to remove this paint in my faceI Don't Need A Makeup2 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
Flametails - Species GuideThis is a simple guide to my original species: Flametails.Flametails - Species Guide1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
This is an open species, you are free to make your own.
I am not strict about these, so if you'd like to do something different that is OK.
For example, if you want a flametail with an angry/spiteful personality then it's totally fine!
Or if you want them to be really good at magic, then that's fine too!
As long as you keep the general species info in mind, I'm happy.
However, there are rules. You will find them written below the guide.
(And you don't have to ask if you can make one, go right ahead!)
There is an rp group specifically for this species only~
Free flametail base:
Oliver, one of my own Flametail characters.
General information - Their looks
Though there may be some variations, Flametails usually have long and floppy ears.
Their tail length may vary, some have longer tails and
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.
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 prism2 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
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
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 p12 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
A Warm BedTitle: A Warm BedA Warm Bed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Category: Fluff, Family
Pairing: Little bit of Dick/Jay
Summary: Damian wakes up from a terrible nightmare, and Dick and Jason drag them into their bed for some cuddles.
A/N: Little bit of backstory: Damian ran away from Bruce for whatever reason and started living with Dick and Jason. Now he has two daddies looking out for him.
Damian startled awake, gasping and panting. Sweat plastered his short hair to his forehead. After a moment of staring at the wall with wide, shocked blue eyes, Damian buried his head in his hands and began to cry. Sobs wracked his body and warm tears soaked his clammy palms.
Dick stumbled sleepily out of his and Jason's room, throat dry and in search of water. He trudged towards the kitchen. He stopped when he heard the sound of broken and unsteady breathing.
"Damian?" Dick called quietly, searching the darkness for the ten year-old.
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
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
The Path of Treachery: Chapter 13The Path of TreacheryThe Path of Treachery: Chapter 133 years ago in Horror More Like This
| Gotham Warehouse
Robin fell backwards, coughing, clutching the sword impaled into his abdomen, His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell into Batman's awaiting arms. He gasped for breath that wouldn't go into his lungs; his eyes were clenched shut, his breathing slowing. "Ra's, he needs medical attention, now!" Batman said, cradling Robin's head with one hand, while the other was putting pressure on the wound.
"Let him die Detective, no one will miss him, why should you?" Batman growled he could slowly fell Dick's pulse slowing. "Besides, I do not tolerate disobedience." Ra's says. Batman growls again. He slowly moved his hand holding pressure to Dick's neck, he feels for a pulse but nothing's there. He clenches his eyes shut and grits his teeth. Slowly he lays Dick down on the ground.
Dick's head turns to one side, away from his team mates. The team looks at him; this is the second time he died. They almost couldn't handle the last time, how were th
The FallThe sound of the bubbling Lazarus Pit filtered through the air as the woman standing on the edge, ready to use it.The Fall4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Make sure you restrain him when he comes out as the side effects will have him temporarily insane," said the woman.
"Yeah, yeah," said a gruff, gravely voice.
In a flash of light, the Lazarus Pit did its job. Soon, a serpentine-like figure jumped out of the pit and was about to attack the woman until he was restrained by a large blob-like mass.
"Keep him restrained until he calms down," said the woman as she watched the crazed man try to escape.
A few hours passed before the serpentine-like man came back to sanity.
"Hey! Where the hell am I?!" he demanded as he noticed that he was in some sort of stone cage. "Let me the hell out of here!"
"Calm yourself and all shall be explained."
The man looked over to see a woman walk towards him. She nodded once and the bars of his prison shifted into the ground, allowing him to leave.
"Who the hell ar
Our Home: Chapter 11Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 113 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
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
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 Times2 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
Our Home: Chapter 10Our HomeOur Home: Chapter 103 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