ZemiThings having to be returned to their transparency:Zemi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
are recalcitrance / and you
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
To Rilke, it's a melody that floods over us
when we have forgotten how to listen for it.
I never could forget this: for how could I know
my hand as both well and chasm? and how could I know
time, a windstruck dimension, standing in her white street?
We go on morning walks and Zemi
laughs at everything I say.
How Much Do You Love Me?How much do you love me?How Much Do You Love Me?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it with your pinky finger,
Or your fist?
Is it with your entire body,
Or with every breath your lungs exert?
Do you love me when you see me?
When it’s most convenient?
Do you love me when I’m gone
Or is that just an opportunity to forget me?
Do you love me as much
As there are stars against the atmosphere?
As much as an ambient rainstorm,
Or do you love me like roadkill?
Do you love me with the warmth
Of our palms pressed together in the winter?
Do you love me when I’m kind and taped together?
Do you love me even when I’m a bloody mess?
How much do you love me?
With a handshake, a hug, or a shotgun?
You used to be my melody.I hummed you throughout the day, you were my favourite song.You used to be my melody.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I memorised all the words, even used to sing along.
You used to be my melody, now you're just my noise.
Your tune brought me comfort, now it annoys and destroys.
I can't seem to drown you out, no matter how soft you sound.
I hear you more often than I'd like, some nights I feel you're around.
You were something to remember, a beautiful little tune.
I just hope to hear a sweet melody, that surpasses yours soon.
Your song makes me sad, I don't want to hear it again.
It hurts to hear it unwillingly, it brings back all of the pain.
I have my own harmony, a haunting song in my head.
With all my thoughts as lyrics, the words I never said.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
PerhapsBroken thoughtsPerhaps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly weave themselves into my hair
Complementing the silent tears
Rolling down my face.
Perhaps they will match my numb heart
As my eyes flutter close.
Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 2 (LokiXReader)“So, you’ve found me out, Son of Odin. Or should I say Son of Laufey?” I must’ve pushed a sensitive button because I ended up with my back against the wall and Laufeyson in front of me with the knife still at my throat. His bright green eyes swirling with fury.Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 2 (LokiXReader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Don’t you DARE call me that again!”
“Heh, fine. I won’t. Happy?” I rose my hands up in defense. Well, in a mocking sort of way. The knife pushed more into the skin of my neck.
“Just what are the likes of you doing in Midgard?”
“I would say the same for a Norse god. It’s not everyday a god comes to Earth like that.” He gave me an unamused face. Oh, this is too much fun.
“And a reaper should be carrying souls away from this pitiful realm. So...why aren’t you?”
“That’s for me to know...and for you to find out,” I teased. I sense his patience growing thin. It’s not everyday I get to mess with a
Immortality - Lokixreader part 8Unexpectedly, the plans succeeded. Loki told you what was going to happen before the dropped the barrier around the room. Frigga suggested that you change before you leave, holding up an emerald green dress that had appeared on the bed a moment before, to which you agreed.Immortality - Lokixreader part 811 months ago in Romance More Like This
Once you were dressed appropriately, you followed Queen Frigga out of the room and through the palace, keeping an eye out for anyone you recognised from Loki's description. You walked past a courtyard where you managed to find Lady Sif and the warriors three among the sparring guards.
The plan was running smoothly as you reached the bifrost without incident, until you spotted Odin standing by Heimdall. Heavy footsteps sounded on the rainbow bridge behind you, at which Frigga turned to face the person they belonged to.
"Thor! I told you it was key to keep your father occupied!" she scolded, gesturing to Odin having a conversation with Heimdall.
"I couldn't find him Mother, it was like he had vanished from Asgard" Thor
Let yourself go...Brink of insanity,Let yourself go...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The edge of the world,
The final ledge.
Spread your arms,
Imagine them wings,
Stand on tiptoes,
Fall into space.
Locked and LoadedI am broken. I’m a waste.Locked and Loaded1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something I don’t know
Say it to my face
You think you know me better
‘Cause of things you don’t remember
You’re trying to make me hurt
My self-esteem’s in the dirt
Pick out all my flaws and laugh at every one
I’m just a stubborn kid with a loaded gun
In the middle of the desert
Taking shots at the sun
But my body is the M16
My mouth is the trigger
My lungs; the magazine
And if you can’t already see
I’m about ready
To go on a killing spree
If you can’t shut up long enough
To hear what I have to say
Then I’m locked and loaded
Have a nice day.
patron saint.leaves crunch beneath my feetpatron saint.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i'm still stuck
on how you tasted
two summers ago,
with sweat pouring down your back
a half ripped love-letter
clenched in your dirty fists.
god, we were children.
how could we not have known?
countless days later
i've come to the realization
that i'm solitary;
and that's okay.
i don't need
you. i never did.
i loved you, and that's just not the same thing.
Still WatersDarkened surface tranquil lies,Still Waters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smooth reflection clear
If you look into my eyes.
But what dwells underneath
Those pools of deep thought?
Can you see those hidden truths
That connect to my heart?
Darkened surface troubled becomes,
A wave sent to ripple
As emotions threaten to erupt.
If you look long enough,
Could you glimpse the root of my woe?
Or how many more drops it would take
Until the well would overflow?
Darkened surface churns in grief,
Hidden behind stoic exterior
With no hope of granting relief.
The soul cannot forever stay asleep,
Even as the mind struggles to stall the creep.
Eyes mirror what the heart does keep,
And still waters do indeed run deep.
My HellDespite my efforts to change it,My Hell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my body is broken.
All I ever wanted was a love story instead,
my heart is shattered.
I tried to be good at something but,
my efforts are meaningless.
Living like this brought me insanity so,
my mind is twisted.
I wished to be the best I could be but until now,
my soul is empty.
DollsDolls are empty, you see.Dolls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They do not move, the do not feel
when danger nears they simply posing.
Glass eyes, porcelain hands
broken ribs, structured falls.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When they break apart nothing emerges
no blood, no guts, no glory.
All dolls do is watch and sit
waiting for life to begin
never moving on their own.
Dolls are empty, you see,
With matching eyes and painted lips
all they do is sit and wait.
they will wake.
Dolls are empty, you see.
Nothing more than personality
they are 'given'.
Shattered faces still the lights
broken dreams haunt the night.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When did you
become empty too?
Never OverOne fight overNever Over1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another one follows
Battle is all we do
Causing pain and suffering
To ourselves and others
But we want to stop
And we cry
Longing for a moment of peace
Waiting for our battles to be over
Sorry What Was That?Sorry what was that?Sorry What Was That?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't hear you over the storm brewing in my head
Tears falling like raindrops
Flowing like a shallow river
Going past the point of no return
You built a wall
to keep my tears from passing through
You wanted to me to listen to your problems
silently guilting me
demanding me to solve them
but you never gave a damn about how I felt
you ignored me
as if I were a fly
you always tried to get rid of the burden
of helping me the way I helped you
your were always to busy
too tied up with self-loathing
to notice that you're weren't the only one suffering
Can you hear me now?
Your hysterical screams in the night
blocked out my hollow sound
If you could just be silent
for one damn second
you will start to realize
how much misery you cast upon everyone else
Misery loves company right?
Spreading your emotions like a fatal plague
pretending you don't notice the damage you caused
a blue aura surrounds your soul
you beg for light
for all the wrong
DisconnectedI feel so disconnected,Disconnected1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the people here.
Its like we don't exist,
At least not to each other.
Change always happens,
For better or for worse.
Whether I like it or not,
It was bound to happen.
All that really matters,
Is that if it was really worth it.
That life changing decision,
That would disconnect your life,
Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 1 (LokiXReader)Charcoal clouds filled every corner of the sky summoning rain upon the area. I stood in the patio of my apartment admiring the symphony of the droplets hitting the ground, and the cool air driving from it. Such a beautiful night. I admired the sight until a knock on the door interrupted my time in nirvana. Who could it possibly at this time of the night? I pulled up the hood of my jacket over my head to cover my identity and slowly walked towards the door with my black buckled boots softly stepping on the carpet beneath me.Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 1 (LokiXReader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Who’s there?” I asked behind the door.
“Excuse us. We happened to be from S.H.I.E.L.D. If you don’t mind, we would like to have a word with you,” a stern voice replied.
I peeked through the hole of the door to stop a large man in a black trenchcoat and an eye patch, and a smaller man wearing a suit. They looked strange. What would they want from me? I slowly opened the door seeing them face-to-face giving them a cautious stare.
Crona x Reader (Chapter 1)Crona x Reader (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why was I born into this hell..?"
Do you truly believe this is hell??
Do you know where the real hell is??
"No... Where is it?"
It's inside your head..
You chuckled softly.
Did I something funny??
"No.. It just seems crazy.." You respond to voice in your head.
Everyone has their own madness...
You sighed and pulled your (h/c) locks into a high ponytail. You noticed a city come into view. "Kiri is that Death City??" You asked your weapon. Her emerald green eyes flashed with amusement. "It's like you've never been here.." She mutters. "I left with my mother when my father died.." You replied. A groan escaped your weapon's lips. "God speaking of fathers.. Papa is probably be a affectionate and fatherly when he sees me.." She groans. You shook your head. Kiri pushed her dark red locks out of her face as you both enter
Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 3 (LokiXReader)Days have passed with the exact same thing. Not one single activity anywhere. The crew asking me about myself and who I am, not like I’m going to give them that kind of information. Stark trying everything in his power to see my face. Ha! Good luck with that. Odinson continuously scrutinizing me like a bird of prey which I must say is making me very uncomforable. And Laufeyson making my stay in this place a living hell. Well, not really hell. I’ve been there before, but it’s been centuries since I was last there, so my memory seems a tad bit hazy.Don't Fear the Reaper: Ch. 3 (LokiXReader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ugh, Laufeyson. First, it was small childish things, like undoing the lace of my boots and pulling my scarf off almost exposing myself, to more harsher tricks, like the stairs suddenly disappearing beneath my feet and even binding me with my own jacket. Doesn’t he have anything better to do than play tricks and games?! And every time it happens I can hear him snickering like a child somewhere in his own hiding place. T
I do not know...I want to be a long haired girl.I do not know...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a girl with big blue eyes.
I wish to be in all your dreams.
I want to hear you sing lullabies.
Why am I not your pearl?
Why is my life full of lies?
Why my heart in pain screams?
Why do I feel so paralyzed?
I do not know!
P.S. Even sunshine for me cries...
The Curse of the HearseOh Christmas dinner, oh winged beast,The Curse of the Hearse1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why must you be an appalling feast?
Your gravy chunks like small intestines,
Devouring you my last intention
Oh honey ham, oh deviled eggs,
You are the devil, you laugh as I beg!
Please let me go, let me do as I please,
For nothing is worse than moldy cheese!
Oh pumpkin pudding, oh apple pie,
Your cherries wither like severed eyes!
Chocolate cakes reek of putrid smells—
Lest it isn’t chocolate, but something else…
“Mind your manners, eat your food!”
Says your aunt, her knife at you
After the meal, I was several pounds thinner;
Even Hell shivers at the hearse’s dinner!
HurtLies stacked upon each other,Hurt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A disgraceful factory.
Hurt being passed around,
A disease that spreads so easily.
Lust that finally awakens,
A sinful need.
We’ve created our own kingdom,
We’ve buried our own graves.
There is no turning back,
No back button to press.
A stinging feeling,
As the reality seems more unpleasant.
The salvation looked for won’t be found,
There is no happy end.
The only salvation I see is the one,
With the gun against your temple.
To DeathWith the withering storm,To Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tulips grew
-long and beautiful were the stems and petals.
Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.
Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
-To leave a tulip
is to love a friend,
To pick a tulip,
is to welcome death.
To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.
The Shy House on the Corner On the outside, their house looked like any house on the same street. In fact, it looked like hundreds in that area. It was a ranch house, too shy to show much of itself behind a few trees, shrubs and a lot of lawn. Mainly, all a person saw was the front porch and the few concrete steps leading up to it. It was a shy house on the outside, but never on the inside.The Shy House on the Corner1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone in the little family who lived there had the same accent, which was the same accent most often heard on TV -- on nightly news, in movies, on talk shows and more. The mother (and homemaker) came from deep in Louisiana, and so did the father (and missile designer). Both had no Southern accent left, but their upbringing showed in what they said about others.
Their two children heard a lot about "beaners, niggers, spics, wops" and the like. These words were thrown around in the shy house with impunity and scarcely a thought. The father never spoke that way at work, and the mother rarely used them unless she sa