I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.I'm Alright2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s affecting my health.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I have too much I want to do before I die;
And too little time.
It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,
I want to be the best.
Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.
From a balcony, is the only time,
I hope you’ll look down on me.
I want to fight the demons in my head.
I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.
Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;
I just need to keep myself busy,
Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Fuck this health thing.
Mommy, I’m alright.
I just want you to be proud of me.
smokescreened.smokescreened.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His door didn't seal.
The light leaked through in morse code. It was more dotted than dashed in the shady light of underground morning, smoky from that dirty chainsmoker mouth, chapped and broken from a night of second hand liquor and first hand regret.
He checked his watch. It didn't work.
Even after so long in the darkness, he still opened his eyes every now and again to check if the sun was still out.
He felt it. That mouth still gnawing at his throat, all docile words and violent farewells. Those fingers on his abdomen curling into his stomach and tearing.
He was overdue.
The door didn't seal. It was easy enough for air to pass right on through. Words too. Scent and sound and regret travelled on air, didn't they?
He was outed by association and it didn't even matter.
What he'd give to be selfless, to be something better than that creature who hoarded bodies in the storeroom corner-- coveted his people like they were belongings--
but he wasn't that good.
Mirkwood goes Wilde!Mirkwood goes Wilde!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MIRKWOOD GOES WILDE!
A shameless Tolkien/Oscar Wilde crossover
A guard-room in the palace of the Elvenking. To the right, the cells. To the left, the banqueting-hall.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen tonight!
You should not look at her like that.
Noise from within the banqueting-hall.
The King holds his revels tonight.
They say he is fond of wine.
THE VOICE OF THORIN OAKENSHIELD from within the cells
We are the Dwarves of Erebor, and we have come to reclaim our homeland!
Who was that?
What is his name?
Whence came he?
From Ered Luin. A great multitude of fangirls was ever following him.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen t
15 ways to annoy a WeasleyI TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HARM MIGHT COME TO YOU IF YOU TRY ONE OR SEVERAL OF THESE THINGS. UPON TRYING THREE OR MORE DEATH SHOULD BE CERTAIN AND I DO NOT WANT THE BLAME.15 ways to annoy a Weasley5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Upturn a bucket of icy water on his/her head. When asked to explain yourself: "I thought your head was on fire!"
2. Sneak a tube of concealer into his/her pocket. Or two. Or three. If you want to, include a note starting with "Get rid of your freckles today!"
3. Mistake his/her for one of the other siblings. Works best with Ginny.
4. Muse aloud about how Molly's body has coped (or not) with squeezing out seven children. Make sure to mention that at least she got a giant set of tits out of it. If you got to the guts, wonder how her 'downstairs' look. If your not afraid to be blasted to pieces, contemplate if she ever had an affair with one of the garden gnomes and if one or several of the children are the result. Maybe the twins, gnomes have litters, don't they?
5. Get hold of a p
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
IanuarieE ianuarie sub pielea meaIanuarie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
şi a nins până când
sângele a devenit alb,
şi zăpada mi-a acoperit
Au făcut toate hipotermie
şi nu e nimeni cu o lopată
să dea albul la o parte.
Aşa că-mi fac acelaşi ceai
fiert în amintirile cu tine
şi-l beau fierbinte
ca să mă ardă,
ca să mă doară,
ca să topească
si să încălzească.
Dar hipotermia asta,
nu se tratează decât
Sau... cu tine.
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
Family Bonds"Bumblebee?"Family Bonds4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The question came from a small, young form, his voice echoed a bit in the empty and impossibly large hall. Raphael or just 'Raph' as the boy preferred to be called by both family and his closer friends... some part of the was both amused and just a tad bit sad the only true friends were two teens far older than him and giant alien robots.
...he had such an interesting social life.
Something went /clump/ somewhere in the semi distance and the sound echoed and re-echoed down the halls, making Raph flinch a little. The boy stayed close to the right wall, not quite confident in the semi dark that was most of the Autobot base when alone. The mechs didn't need nearly as much light as the humans did after all, so half the base, as Ratchet explained once, was kept at minimum light levels to none for power conservation.
"Bumblebee?" Raph called again, and no his voice wasn't any higher than normal. There was nothing in the Autobot base that could possibly hurt him the boy knew (oth
It Is In The DoingI know what she thinks I do in the bathroom when I take a little too long,It Is In The Doing2 years ago in Drama More Like This
when I'm a little too quiet.
After all, I'm a healthy teenager with access to the internet, what else could I be doing?
She knocks on the door and asks, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Smile, my dear reader.
Chuckle a little.
Sometimes she's right.
But sometimes... Sometimes I'm on the floor or pressed hard against the wall, my heart a little too fast, my breath a little too quick... my chest a little too tight as I try to keep the sound of steadily falling tears from echoing beyond the door. As I try to keep pretences to the outside world that I do not cry, that nothing hurts me. That always, always, always, I do not fall to the madness of emotions. I have no control of my life but dammit, I am in control of myself.
But every now and then the rigid hold of apathy breaks and I am reduced to this. Crying in a place where no one will hear my tears. Where no one will hear how desperate I am. How broken.
Broken seems lik
Tom HiddlestonXReader One is the Loneliest NumberYou looked down, crowded both in the room you were in, and in your mind.Tom HiddlestonXReader One is the Loneliest Number2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were at a party, but the friend who had brought you left as soon as they were in the door, leaving you to yourself.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head down, rubbing at your temples as the loud music continued to blare, potentially destroying your eardrums.
The couch beneath you poked and prodded at you, you shifted uncomfortably, hoping you could change the way the threads worked at your skin, but to no avail.
You sighed, knowing no one could hear you, due to the music that, if even possible, seemed to get louder with every passing second.
You felt something plop down beside you.
You turned your head to see a handsome young man, who was currently smiling at you.
You felt a blush brush across your cheeks.
The man had blond curls, blue-green eyes, and a kind smile that nearly melted your heart.
He took his gaze away from yours and sat back on the couch,
"You know," You could hardly hear him as the music c
The Tale of Tamas LinThe Tale of Tamas Lin2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He met her in the winter
When the wind whipped through the trees,
Beneath the snowfall and the starlight,
Un'ner the shadow of the leaves.
A fair and regal maiden
With hair as black as night,
Pale skin of glowing moonbeams,
And eyes of sapphires bright.
She found him there in winter
Amid the rocks and snow.
His booted leg was twisted;
The brigands struck the blow.
She held him then and kissed him
And nursed his wounds so dire,
And stole him to the fairy court
Beyond the Ross’ shire.
Three days he dined in excess,
Three days he drunk the wine,
Three days he danced with beauties
In courtly green attire.
Yet long were the mornings,
Longer still the nights,
For by the Yuletide’s dawning
Ten years had made their flight.
Aggrieved was dear Seonaidh,
His breast grew ill and tight,
For those that dine with fairy folk
Can ne’er leave their sight.
Twelve years, he passed, then twenty
As servant, then as swain,
But best he served the company
And knighthood did attain.
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
I took a LoverThunder blasts, under your palmsI took a Lover2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hit and break with the weight of the night
You came at once, with a chilling hint
and I opened my door, I let you in my arms
You said you are too rough
You said you may crush my bones
You may freeze my blood
I said your touch is light as puff
Come to my bed, leave your storms on the rug
Let me count those snowflakes on your face
and wipe the mud off your weary shoulders
Let me warm your hills, with one touch, one hug
But then, you will always leave me
To freeze a lake and rain down a forest
and make every warm leaf shiver
and I sit here and watch you rock the sea
Depressioni swallow caPsulesDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i drown in a perpetual fLood
with my collection of rAzors
i drift out to Sea
into thE black.
the tHief of my heart
killEr of souls
and Lover of death
has dilaPidated my dreams
he sold me to Monsters
and watchEd them consume me.
Child of Blood and BoneChild of Blood and Bone2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Oakfern, The Warrens
The witch stumbled into a wall, her hooves slipping on the moist stone. She couldn’t tell whether she’d been walking in circles or traversing miles, her sense of direction destroyed. She felt numb as though fire had raged through her insides, not ice. Her pelt was littered with cuts and scrapes from the rough walls and rocks when she fell, but she did not feel them. Wounds would heal, with proper care, they were irrelevant. She couldn’t feel her magic. Something had been ripped from her in the cavern, taken from her. Stolen. The connection was gone. Numb. Non-existant. Nothing.
There were no voices, no tricks that could save her now. Silence reigned save for her own footfalls and the drip of water on stone, her only companion the darkness. Darkness, ever present and inescapable, pressing in around her in
Because I Was Feeling PuckishDecember 23, 1914 (Three days post-Goliath)Because I Was Feeling Puckish3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Deryn stood in the doorway of their new apartment in London. It was just a few blocks from the London Zoo, ideal for the Zoological Society's new agents. Alek watched her as she read yet another note left by Dr. Barlow. The open door brought a breeze to ruffle her blonde hair, and for a moment he imagined her topside.
"Could you come here for a squick?" she asked without raising her eyes from the paper.
He doubted she wanted the note clarified—it had been quite precise—but he crossed the room anyway, standing close, but not too close, to her, wary of the open door. Glancing out, he thought he saw a movement down the hall….
….and was thus surprised when Deryn grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. First he was petrified—someone could see! But maybe just for a moment….He relaxed a bit. Then a moment became several moments and Alek stopped keeping time.
Deryn let go of him and what had seemed a blissful eternity became scan
The Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyricsThe Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't know how to love, until now it wasn't real. Suddenly I felt emotions I never thought I'd feel.
A feeling in my heart which I couldn't turn away, it compels me endlessly to think of you night and day.
Giving up is simple enough, the easy path. I could end it with some excuse, and turning my back.
Allowing my cowardly self to drag me down, sinking with my weakness until I drown.
A wall of glass between me and a perfect dream, it's too good to be true, I can't find any seams.
I don't care if it's fake, that is a chance I'll take. I want the shell of solitude to break.
I don't know how to love, it's a feeling strange and new, now I desperately cry out for I don't know what to do.
But you don't hear my cries, you won't listen to my scream. You probably have no interest in someone like me.
I don't know how to love, I don't know how to respond, but when I see you I can't help myself from feeling fond.
My heart is full of gloom, it's a darkness black as night, but with your illuminatio
DarknessTell me a story of darkness," the sun asked the moon, but the moon just smiled and shook his head.Darkness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is no real darkness," the moon replied. It's really just the absence of light."
The sun was confused. Isn't that what darkness is all about?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Again the moon smiled. Indeed it is. But darkness is an illusion. It doesn't exist."
I'm quite sure it does," the sun said and she seemed very certain. "Everybody is always talking about darkness."
The moon nodded understandingly. Oh, but they talk about a lot of things, don't they? Let me ask you this: Have you ever actually seen darkness?"
The sun went quiet for a moment. She looked down upon the earth in deep contemplation, thinking about what the moon had said, and eventually she had to admit: No, I haven't."
The moon nodded. See. That's what I'm talking about. It doesn't actually exist. Darkness may seem big and scary at times, but it's really
Abducted pt 6"Mommy?" asked a young Taro yanking at his mother's sleeve a bit.Abducted pt 65 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eri tiredly looked at her three year old son, "Taro? I thought your father put you down for a nap "
"I don't wanna sleep " Taro said glancing at his mother's swollen belly. Eri sighed softly.
"Alright, is your brother sleeping at least?"
"Uh huh," Taro nodded.
Eri put a hand over her belly as she sat up on the couch. Taro took the opportunity to sit next to her. Eri noticed Taro's gaze hadn't moved from her eight month pregnant belly. "Is something wrong sweetie?" she asked gently.
"Why are you and Daddy having another baby ? Are you bored with me and brother ?" he asked.
Eri blinked. "Oh Taro no, we've gone over this. Just because me and Daddy are having another baby doesn't mean we don't love you. It just means you're going to have a little brother or sister."
"But I already have a brother," Taro pouted.
"Oh baby " Eri soothed petting his hair. She had to think of something to make Taro feel a
Gregorian GardensRaise the Ritalin and raise the bars.Gregorian Gardens6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
March claims it's three AM, you know, out on Mars,
but January's junipers grow all in a row bizarre.
Such a vast array of riddles, that's the Ritalin to be sure,
and the Lithium lillies growing sweetly by closeted Clozapine's door,
and we wouldn't want winters jumping out of cars,
so we're raising the Ritalin and raising the bars.
Raise the hell and raise the helium.
April claims it's already had a healthy dose of delirium,
but January's jumping beans all grow in a sanitorium.
Such a widespread crop of Wellbutrin, to be certain,
and the Prozac and poppy seeds growing beneath Clozapine's curtains.
Regardless, even roses wouldn't want weeds to be boring 'em,
so we're all gathering in the auditory hallucination auditorium.
It's a different kind of calendar we all go by here,
one for the quacking of ducks and the queerest of queer.
Gregorian calendar's been shot up with antidepressants,
for the sake of protecting our shattered adolescents.
Watch the da
RumplestiltskinYou swore you'd never love again,Rumplestiltskin4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And then you chose to let her in.
At first, she was your serving girl,
Until her eyes became your world.
It started with a chipped teacup.
You never meant to give her up.
"All curses break with true love's kiss!"
She tries again to kiss your lips,
But misunderstanding clouds your eyes
And, fearing treason, you search for lies.
You have to banish her from your sight
You couldn't hurt her, try as you might;
Going back to your daily routine
You are surprised by a visit from the Queen.
She deceitfully feeds you lies of you love,
You fear there's no comfort, e'en from above.
You know now the promises your love couldn't tell.
You realize her affection could have broken the spell.
To bring her back, there's nothing to sell--
No deal to make,
No love left to take,
Only one memory; her name was Belle.
PunctAm chef să mă pun la punctPunct1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dar punctul nu mă ține decât în două laturi
între care mă rostogolesc iar și iar
și de fiecare dată când mă întorc cu ochii la ea
latura se schimbă,
are alt ochi, alt meninge,
alt deget mare de la picior.
Am chef să îmi pun la punct fiecare gând,
fiecare urmă de dorință.
Vor sta în bănci comuniste, cu umerii drepți
gravând revoluții pe cortexul meu
îmbibat cu fum de grenadă,de țigări,
de la aceeași scrisoare de dragoste arsă
în același loc, în aceeași zi.