.tick tock, he says.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am coming for you
and now i know
why they call it
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.
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.
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-4 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
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.
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
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
4: Beauty and the BeastSunlight streamed through the large window and across the foot of the bed, and for a moment Beth forgot where she was. She turned onto her back, staring up through the canopy of drapes hanging across the four poster bed, her anxiety and frustration over her situation returning as the after effects of sleep wore away.4: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth hated how helpless she felt, trapped in a castle in the middle of a vicious storm that showed no signs of easing up. She sat up in bed and stretched her tired limbs, then scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders against the biting cold of morning.
Since there was nothing she could do about her situation, she focused instead on the small things she could control, such as getting dressed and straightening her bed. She was certain that Fiona would be upset with her for cleaning up a bit, but Beth wasn't the type who expected others to wait on her.
Once the bed was as close to perfect as she could get it, Beth went to the armoire where
DarknessTell me a story of darkness," the sun asked the moon, but the moon just smiled and shook his head.Darkness4 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
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
I Don't Love YouI don’t love you.I Don't Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t care about you.
I don’t think that you’re beautiful.
I don’t envy the hand that you hold.
I don’t admire you from afar when you’re not looking.
I don’t die inside when you look straight through me.
I don’t stay up late at night thinking about you.
I don’t touch myself to the thought of you making love to me.
I don’t cry myself to sleep knowing that I mean nothing to you.
I don’t dream about you when I fall asleep and wish to wake up next to you.
I don’t write melodramatic poetry about you.
I don’t even tell you the truth.
6: Beauty and the BeastWhen Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace.6: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne.
Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr. Thorne to leave her alone so that she could assess her situation in peace and come up with a better means for escaping the castle and the mad creature that Mr. Thorne had transformed into.
"I know you're awake," he muttered. "So you may as well open your eyes and face me."
Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, which no longer sounded gravelly
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.
Solitary FlautistSolitary FlautistSolitary Flautist6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A friend once told me
a most interesting tale
in a sleazy bar
over a pint of ale.
He said "On a cliff
not far away
strange things happen
or so they say.
When the sun is down
and the moon gives light
a mysterious man
embraces the night.
And from that cliff
not far away
a flute can be heard
or so they say.
And if you hear this music
so flowing and pure
you will be struck
by the strongest lure.
You will be forced
to listen to the end
no matter what
you may intend.
But the man himself"
my friend went on
"it won't be long
before he's gone.
Some say he's cursed,
some say he's insane,
but no one knows
what is his name."
When his tale ended
it was already night,
and the moon was up
shining white light.
I thanked him for the tale
and hurried outside
as if pulled away
by an invisible guide.
I ran fiercely
like a beast of prey
and arrived on the cliff
not far away.
With a heartfelt prayer
and a long,deep sigh
I took out a flute
and looked to the sky.
As I played the music
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.
5: Beauty and the Beast"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable."5: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall.
"I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up the opportunity to take her out for a short ride. Isn't that right old girl?"
Tilly bobbed her head as Mr. Gibbs ran his gloved hand back and forth against her neck, leading the old mare along through the snow and towards the barn.
Garrett walked beside Mr. Gibbs in silence, his thoughts turning to Mr. Leonard and the letter that he had placed in th
Greek gods and goddessesAphrodite-goddess of love, desire, beauty, pleasure, fertility, marriage, family life, war, and the seaGreek gods and goddesses8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ares-god of war, action, and determination
Eris-goddess of discord and strife
Hades-god of the dead and wealth
Deimos-god of fear
Phobus-god of terror
Artemis-goddess of the moon, wild things, the hunt, the young, the earth, chastity, and childbirth
Athene-goddess of wisdom, intellect, invention, the city, handicrafts, agriculture, reason, peace, fertility, purity, and war
Circe-goddess of dread
Eos-titan of the dawn
Helios-titan of the sun
Selene-titan of the moon
Zephyros-titan of the west wind
Boreas-titan of the north wind
Notos-titan of the south wind
Eosphoros-titan of the dawn star
Demeter-goddess of the harvest, corn, grain, the seasons, agriculture, fertility and the earth
Dione-goddess of the oak and earth
Erida-goddess of hate
Eros-god of love and serlility
Themis-titan of necessity, justice, earth, law, order, and laws of physical phenomena
Clotho-goddess that weaves the
EsotericYou have eyes like a love story -Esoteric8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or so I think, every time
I see you.
Not the love stories out of the
Romance section of your local bookstore
But the classics.
You have eyes like a love story.
The kind that start sad and end sad
But in between, are
That is, in a dramatic and horribly cliched sort of way.
You have eyes like a love story
One of the old sort.
The sort Shakespeare thrived on
The sort the Greeks told their young daughters
To teach them to be wary
Of men bearing gifts.
You have eyes like a love story
One full of symbolism and allegory
One with whole worlds wrapped inside a single
You have eyes like a love story.
Biblical Names of God:ELOHIMName Meaning ReferenceBiblical Names of God:ELOHIM8 years ago in Settings More Like This
ELOHIM GOD the Creator and Judge Genesis 1:1
ELOHIM AVINU GOD our Father
ELOHEI AVOTENU The GOD of our Fathers Deuteronomy 26:7
Dancing With Whisky (JackSparrowxReader) One-ShotDancing With Whisky (JackSparrowxReader) One-Shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was unbearably hot on the Black Pearl. The sun’s rays made your skin fry like a fish on a skillet. Mmmm you could actually go for some fish right now. As you leaned against the railing of the ship, you closed your eyes and figured that you might as well get a tan while you were out here. The ship swayed gently from side to side as it kept on moving throughout the ocean. Thankfully the sea was calm in the afternoon and you didn’t have to worry about a wave bringing the entire ship and its crew down.
Even though you had been a pirate for almost your entire life, you were still a little nervous around the sea. The water was unpredictable. It could be purifying and be used for all sorts of remedies that witches had but it could also destroy and take out thousands of ships without a single breath. You had learned that the hard way when you watched from a castaway boat your parents fighting for their lives during a terrible storm.
The water giveth, and the water taketh.
The Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyricsThe Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyrics4 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