BreakingOne day, you will open the cupboardBreaking4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find a wine glass or some Tupperware
and the world will, without warning
or alarm, roll off the edge of the shelf
and coming crashing down.
The oceans will splash onto the linoleum,
onto the rug. All the dust in all the deserts
will rain down onto the couch and coffee table,
the hills will crumble, the mountains will break,
all the windows in all the cities will shatter
and fall, a thousand dangerous miles of glass
glittering on your kitchen floor.
Everything will hush.
Exhale the breath you are holding,
and go look for a dust pan, for a broom.
Losing You"You are too funny, Jesus!" Alice laughed.Losing You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jesus smiled and scooted closer to Alice. "What else do you want to talk about?"
"Well...I know this is totally weird and off topic, but I wanna talk to You about fears."
"Fears? Sure! Do you have any?"
Alice giggled. "You know, Jesus! Only You know; I may be scared of things that I don't even know exist!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, but I just want to hear you say it."
After she melted over how cute His smile was, she said, "You first. Do You have at least one fear?"
Jesus looked at her. His eyes reached deep in to her very soul and He said, "Yes."
Alice shuddered by the power in His voice.
"What are You afraid of, Jesus?" she asked gently.
His eyes never left hers and He simply replied;
BrokenZero to sixty in seconds,Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whole to broken in a single minute,
Death creeping around the corner.
Hidden at the bottom of every bottle
Is my escape.
Fear crawling up my body,
Pain churning in my chest,
Hands reaching for relief,
Grasping at air,
Happiness slipping through my fingers.
Perhaps it will never be found,
Never held in my outstretched palms,
Beyond Birthday X Reader Chapter 1: WishBeyond Birthday X Reader Chapter 1: Wish2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“ “ Means talking
‘ ‘ Means thought
You were brushing your teeth, getting ready for bed. You didn’t like brushing your teeth
but if you didn’t, you would never hear the end of it from your mom. You put everything away and started to crawl in bed, turning on your TV with the remote. You didn’t feel sleepy at all so you would just watch TV until you felt sleepy.
An hour passed by and it was already 11:09 P.M., usually if your awake by this hour you make a wish when it turns 11:11 P.M. You thought of what you should wish for and though of Beyond Birthday. Just thinking about him gave you goose bumps and made you feel all happy inside. Yeah he was a serial killer and was fixated on wanting to surpass L, even if he had to do it the wrong way by being a criminal. You still loved everything about him, even his eyes were amazing. He was born with Shinigami eyes, you thought that was freaking a
The Father's Love LetterMy Child,The Father's Love Letter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may not know me, But I know everything about you. Psalm 139:11 I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2 I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3 Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31 For you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27 In me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28 For you are my offspring. Acts 17:28 I knew you even before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5 I chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12 You were not a mistake, For all your days are written in my book. Psalm 139:15-16 I determined the exact time of your birth And where you would live. Acts 17:26 You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14 I knit you together in your mother's womb. Psalm 139:13 And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6 I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me. John 8:41-44 I am not distant and angry, But am the complete expression of love. 1 John 4:16 And it is my des
MonsterMonster still inside meMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratching at my skin
Waking from hibernation
Hidden for so long
It emerges once again
Utterly unstoppable from within
It rears its head
Clawing to escape
The barriers I've built
But it's always there
Deep inside myself
DisconnectedDisconnectedDisconnected3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vital ties are broken,
And she cannot
Renew or fix
What has fallen apart.
Her mind is slipping away
And she fears nothing more..
Then losing it for good.
Losing her flimsy grip..
What if it's all just..
Made to take away..
The impact, the pain.
is it all just built on lies?
Is she really loved,
Does anyone really even..
She feels isolated
But no one but herself.
She's lost control.
Now spiraling away
Her needs grow in intensity.
She desires blood
Just a reason,
She needs a reason.
To tear herself to ribbons.
To make scars that last forever.
She deserves it.
Such a horrible person,
That everything good
Built on insubstantial grounds.
That have the tendency to,
Who is this girl?
Consumed by the demons
That she tries so hard to fight.
Sharp metal in the battle against
She is losing.
Crackles From A Radio- A PoemA howl that splits the silenceCrackles From A Radio- A Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As a new age is born
Corporation of perfection
So broken in this form
The cheetahs of the desert
A figment of our dreams
Reminding us that nothing
Is ever as it seems
A crackling of the radio
From pirates of the light
Reaches out to strangers
That will stand up to fight
The faceless and the nameless
The ones designed to kill
They can not taste the freedom
But take the numbing pill
The smiling of the innocent
The numbers on the screen
A ball rolls in the darkness
But light can still be seen
The sun on the horizon
The spider on the wall
A witness of disaster
For those who rise and fall
The scorch marks on the whitewash
Glass from the picture frame
The eyes that hide in silence
They know who is to blame
So farewell to the rainbow
The doctor of the sky
They need you in the city
Where spirits can not fly.
Broken Rainbow."Describe your childhood in one word."Broken Rainbow.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Your childhood was pink?"
"No, the ending was."
"You're not making any sense. I thought you hated pink."
"Than why describe your childhood as pink?"
"I didn't always."
I didn't always know. There was once a time when pink meant candy and bows,
charm bracelets and love. That was before pink had any connection with you.
First I connected you with red.
Red like the sunset of our first kiss.
Red like the roses you brought me.
Second I connected you with orange
Orange like the card you bought me when I was ill.
Orange like the dress you helped me pick for my sisters wedding.
Third I connected you with yellow
Yellow like the smiles you would draw on everything I didn't like, so I couldn't help liking everything.
Yellow like the dandelions I refused to let you call weeds.
Fourth I connected you to green.
Green like the spots on the umbrella you used to save me from the rain.
Green like the leaves of the trees that interlaced overhead whe
For Cloud Strife lovers For Cloud LoversFor Cloud Strife lovers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I think this guy needs more love, no?
You waved to the last of the customers leaving the orphanage's small restaurant. You started packing up your stuff, getting ready to go back to the orphanage, when a blonde walked in.
"Are you closed?" he asks.
"We were going to close up, but you are welcome to stay," you say, smiling. You stop packing up, and pull out a menu, and place it in front of the blonde, "What would you like, sir?"
The blonde shrugs, "Anything you have leftover...I don't want to be a bother."
You smile, "I'd rather stay here than go back to the orphanage," you tell him, "By the way, I'm _____."
He looks at you, and smiles a tiny smile, "And I'm Cloud."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Cloud," you say cheerfully.
"Just Cloud, please," he says quietly.
"Right then! What would you like?"
He glances down at the menu, "Anything would be fine." You nod, "Would you like water?" He nods.
You enter the kitchen, and start pulling out ingriedients to the firs
The BoyYou hear a knock, it's at your door,The Boy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where you find a boy you've never met before
A solemn child with skin so pale,
Bowl-cut hair and a body frail,
With hungry eyes he watches you,
You and all those things you do.
He sees the way you put them down,
He's not amused, he gives a frown,
He is judgmental but he is fair,
But his judging eyes turn white your hair
And pale your face like his played letter,
But perhaps your fear is a state much better.
Yeah, perhaps your fear is a state much better...
He is a stranger tried and true,
He makes his way inside of you,
He's in your head and in your dreams,
Though he makes no sound, you hear his screams.
He's telling you to wake up from bliss,
That you won't find your peace in this,
Then as you awake and rub your eyes
Hoping perhaps he would not reprise,
Your heart it sinks as you realize
He has not moved, but now he cries,
He's shedding tears for what it is he's seeing,
Just the sad excuse you are for a human being.
Yeah, just the sad excuse you ar
ColorsI am a person who sees colors associated with objects and people.Colors4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Apparently not everyone can do this. Some can. Others can associate shapes. But I see colors.
These colors are my reminders. I only see them when I think of good things. I remember childhood memories best when a color is associated with them.
Ask me what color I see with God, and I cannot answer that, however.
This is not because God is not good in my perspective. He is perfect in every way. No matter what thoughts or fears, I cannot look upon Him as imperfect.
This is because I saw His love, in 2007. I saw it with eyes I cannot use every day upon will. No, it may be bold to say, but I do believe I saw it with the eyes of my soul.
What happened that night I could never truly explain. I know some would not believe me. I know others still would question internally, deb
With my hands...Glancing at these hands that are mineWith my hands...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm bewondered as I stare
With these hands I can build a wall
around the gardens I hold dear
But with these hands I can tear them down
leaving not a single brick unturned
With these hands I bring life or death
What I give Your eyes discern
So I glance at these hands of mine
ignorant to what they do
I notice not if they break or build
Not knowing the fate they lead me to
Hold On.I try my best not to cry; really, I try so hard.Hold On.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet, when I'm alone in my room,
all the bad thoughts come to mind.
Why did he ever chose me?
Will he love me forever, or will I be forgotten,
tossed aside again?
Would he hold me when i need him to,
will he make the bad thoughts go away?
The thoughts going through my head right now.
Feels like the something heavy on my chest,
not allowing me to breath.
I don't want to be like this again.
I don't want to think about how bad a single cut could be,
or scratching up my arms.
I don't want to think about how for the past few days
I haven't really been eating.
I don't want to think about how lonely I feel right now,
don't feel the tear steam from my eyes.
Can't the days pass a little faster?
Take me to when I can talk to him again,
but until then,
give me some strength to hold on.
My FatherMy Father is alive.My Father4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is my Creator.
My Father is a consuming fire.
He is the Living Water.
My Father is a Lion.
My Father is a whisper.
He lights my way.
He is my King.
My Father loves me.
He forgives me.
His Grace is enough for me.
My Father is my strength.
God, my Father never fails.
This INFPThis heart, this mind, this soul...This INFP10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This unholy trinity I stole (from me so long ago)
This selfless coward living selfishly
This is me
This smoke in my lungs, this secure suicide
This train of thought I don't know how to operate
This poverty... dependancy... this threshold of pain
This... this is me
This ego, this superego, this id... I killed
This introversion and misanthropy (that I like to think I feel)
This undeciphered coup de grace
This is me
This paranoia prison, this web of lies
This vow... my oath of emptiness
This delusional creature lost in mediocrity, not grandeur
This INFP... this is me
Peace On EarthFreedom is not freePeace On Earth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love, it never lasts
Forgiveness has its limits,
We are trapped within our pasts.
all the bodies fall,
all the blood is shed,
Where is the " g i f t " we fought for?
Is there a reason that we're dead?
And one tin soldier watches
normal is a six letter word.something went wrong around the eighth grade, when those mean boys followed you home, when they cornered you in an alley and pulled your hair out of its braid and told you to get on your knees because one boy had never gotten a blowjob before.normal is a six letter word.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
nothing happened. you got away; horrified and shaking, but you did. it was after.
when everything happened.
used to be, you’d cry when you scraped your knees, and you'd let people finish their sentences before thoughtfully adding your own – but that was before, before those boys knocked something loose in you, because now it's a cycle of not stopping. you can't stop talking or thinking, thinking all these big, bold thoughts that can take you away, that can surround you like a deep, dark tunnel, you can't stop eating because girls are supposed to smile and sometimes eating fills that emptiness inside of you, just for a minute, but then you can't stop starving because there's no time to eat, because you can't stop,
pavor | levipavor | levi1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Contentment graces your features as you glance at the other, the captain in a deep slumber as his head rests on your lap. Pallid digits gently run through raven locks, the quiet providing a serene ambiance. Lids close as your head rests against the wall, sleep slowly but surely taking you whole.
It’s only minutes later when it begins.
It’s happened before-- he often experiences nightmares. Despite the numerous occurrences, the unsettling feeling fails to falter. His brows crease as fingers clutch tightly onto the fabric of his shirt, indistinct murmurs released from his lips. He shifts uncomfortably, the tranquil expression quickly dissolving into one of distress.
Awareness comes as sleep slips away, anxiety building as you watch his actions. The painful sight is still foreign to you-- it causes you to freeze up for a moment before you make any move. His name is called gently, eyes observing his behavior carefully. He makes no sign of acknowledging you, thus causing y
TailoredWas there much pain?Tailored6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm thinking about your heart
And how you tailored it to fit me.
I'm thinking about your eyes as I force myself to look at his.
Little specks against the wall that I could mindlessly sweep away
Like crumbs with the back of my hand.
Your eyes are stars.
They blink in the dark and light up when I look into them.
I'm thinking about your lips as I force myself to pay
Attention to what's sliding out of his.
A throat hit by the fingers of Chopin.
I will never admit your voice
Like the cold sleet of November
Makes my ears want to fold as summer flowers do.
Because your voice makes the coloured leaves
Drop beside my own dying petals
And I feel like a part of something beautiful.
I'm thinking about the skin that covers your cheekbones
As I try to say something that will cause his to darken.
But I'm beginning to think they came frozen in a bag.
Your cheeks are windows.
They fog when I breathe too closely and roll up to retain the warmth.
I'm thinking about your laugh as I re
Mias and Elle - Chapter 17The next several days passed by without pause, rushing by with such speed and enthusiasm that Elle felt as though the very sun and moon were under a spell bent on making her peaceful time anything but considering the nights. The nights lingered with such terrible purpose that she yearned for the long absent presence of Mias for comfort and distraction from the haunting experiences once sleep overcame her.Mias and Elle - Chapter 173 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So many nights filled with the frightening disembodied voice that had tormented her on her first sleeps inside of Mias' walls that she had become completely unaware that she was on her eighth night after a day without seeing hide or hair of her debonair captor. It was all so frightening that Elle had not even paid much heed to the fact that she could now understand the words that formed in the darkness of her dreams.
The voice had been taunting and teasing her with warnings that the worst was yet to come, and that there was nothing that Mias could do to keep her safe
SNK!ReaderxVarious.The girl from beyond the walls5SNK!ReaderxVarious.The girl from beyond the walls52 years ago in Romance More Like This
I spent the next hours with Armin in my room, telling him more about the place where i live in. His eyes and ears were focused on my words all the time.He was barely blinking ,not wanting to loose his attention.
"Me and my grandfather have a huge vineyard in the back of our garden.I used to play here when i was young between the grape vines and leaves pretending i was a princess and i waited for my prince day by day.I still go there from time to time to reminisce the memories.Every time i close my eyes i see my younger self running around and hiding here when i was sad.Grandpa used to tell me not to cry in public and that the only place you can cry is being alone in a place you love." i took a deep breath and closed my eyes holding Armin's hands. " Sometimes the ocean sprays vapors of water in the garden and it is refreshing the air,actually" i chuckled a bit opening my eyes up " this only happens when there's windy weather" i continued
Tin ManAmongst the raindrops, pattering upon my silvered skin.Tin Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait in silence, though you never speak.
Once you would have chided me,
Screaming that it was cold!
Demanding with slaps and shrieks that I shelter you;
Always until the rain had stopped.
It makes me wonder if I have failed a command,
Or perhaps if you've finally cast me aside...
I made so many mistakes,
I was always doing wrong.
It wouldn't surprise me if you had me replaced!
Yet logic alone denies the thought,
For you are still here - simply silent.
You've been lying there for days, my dearest master,
It is beginning to make me swell with fear...
I've called your name so many times,
But perhaps the maggots have eaten your ears...
They drop from your nostrils and crawl from your mouth,
I squash them, quickly, if they ever approach...
I have thought about removing them and cleaning them away,
But I'm afraid that I would damage you, if ever I tried...
You are so fragile my master, like a thin sheet of