Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.Dry Spell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devours:
between its twisted arms
and I find myself aching
to do so much at once
that I end up doing
You, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please?The first boy to take me by the handYou, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The first boy to say "Hey, your hands are too cold!"
The first boy to hear my silence
The first boy to really understand me
The first boy to see my scars, before I even knew it
The first boy to really get worried for me
The first boy to really feel me
Now I hope, with my shaky, cold hands
with all complicated little me
Now I wait, with all my problems
with my loud silence
Now I give you time, without knowing how that works out
without any insurances
Maybe I get my happy ending
At any case
I'll always love you
No, I don't care about your flaws and mistakes
I just love you.
And yes, I blame you and all your wonderfulness for it.
Deal with it.
I Seek...They had been fighting for hours. It was a fight for power, for dominance. No one dared to touch the other's body. If they did, it would be lethal; their death. They compromised destroying everything else around them.I Seek...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She circled him with blazing eyes. They radiated a quenchless desire for revenge. She was on fire. He, on the other side, stood still at the same place. It was like he was frozen. He had his eyes closed but he could sense her. She was around him, provoking him to an endless fight. Her insistence bothered him. He opened his eyes, dark blue eyes, and pierced her with invisible blades. A faint cry slipped her lips. His cold indifference hurt her and that was enough to pull the trigger.
She covered the distance between them and attacked him without thinking the consequences. Her searing fire covered him as she embraced his figure with immaterial hands. He screamed in acute pain. Her heat melted his boneless body. She always found a way to destroy h
Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano ..MIND. FUCK.Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Actually, that wasn't even a mind fuck. That was a fucking MIND ANNIHALATION.
What the hell just happened?
Did he really and did I seriously and Antonio he .
I don't even know.
Alright. Calm down, Lovina. Just take a deep breath and ignore the fact that your shared a kiss with the albino potato bastard on your bed, and that it was actually pretty nice, and that the tomato bastard, himself, witnessed the whole thing SHIT!
And now, here I am, sitting on my bed, my hair a mess, my jaw hanging open like a fucking idiot, and there, at my doorway, is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
And let me tell you something, dearies.
He didn't look very happy. Nope. Not one bit.
His green eyes were expressionless, his jaw was rigid, and he was gripping the doorframe in a way that suggested that he was ready for cold-blooded murder.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Now would be a good time for some help, peoples.
BttxDepressed!Reader: Part 4BttxDepressed!Reader: Part 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
Previously, after having a meet-up with 2P!Alfred, he finds out that you don't have any memories of when he attacked you, you went off to your first period class, history, with the BTT escorting you, then silently vowing to leave you be after that. Not paying attention in class, you finally zapped back into consciousness when the teacher started assigning what the groups for the end of the year history project would be. Unfortunately, to your utter disappointment, it turns out to be three of the people you would have least want to partner up with. The bad touch trio.
A/n: I didn't mention earlier that the history project is a big 'End of the Year' thing; so the time right now, is just a few weeks before the end of the school year. It'll make the rest of the story makes sense so... XD Gosh, I need to plan out future stories a bit better than what I'm doing right now, so sorry!!
You had a double-take when the teacher informed you that you were partnered up with the thr
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Human Nature When you are young,Human Nature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face the winter winds
without their guiding arms. And they will whisper to
each other of how beautiful you are.
When you are grown,
they will treat you with the coldness of winter. They
will leave you bare and naked before the ravenous wolves,
expecting you to fend for your own forgotten brilliance,
asking why you've kept those wilting daisies in your hair.
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs!3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
IndoctrinationLet me tell you this:Indoctrination3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
lol short story: Luna Revel (part 1)lol short story: Luna Revel (part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
„Well... At least this wasn't as bad as the yesterday training...“, the three summoner heard the voice of their mentor in their minds. After all the time they had to train with him, they already knew that this was kind of a compliment from Drace. It was a strange compliment, but at least some positive feedback from the mentor.
And it was true, they really had a good day: They had won some matches against some other, a little bit more adept trainees. The last match wasn't over yet, but it was clear which team would win.
Jillian and Asine, each summoning their main champions Veigar and Warwick, caused the enemy Nexus a lot of damage, while Gibblius with the help of Gragas and his magic barrels was able to keep the remaining enemies under control.
“Say Jillian... This weekend is the great Lunar Revel festival, am I right? So... what are you going to do? Any plans?”, Gibblius asked, apparently a little bored at the moment so he started a litt
Crazy peopleI once thoughtCrazy people5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That everyone is normal
And I’m the crazy one
The only person who stands out
Well, in a negative way
I was the girl
who was smart
who liked indie and alternative
who liked to write and do crazy things
the girl that was different
and never talked to anyone
I really thought I was the only one
that it was the reason why people didn’t accept me
but I was so damn wrong
Some people hide their faces
behind a mask
they look so happy
and everyone likes them
‘till they take of their mask
and then you see their scars
the tears and de pain
it will be ugly to you
because you will deny
you could be one of them
there are people
who cut themselves
that try to feel physical pain
instead of the mental one
they see the blood
but they continue to write
they write what people did to them
and people always decide
what this person means to them
when they discover it
and they always choose
to leave this person
if they don’t leave then
they will leave another time
Family PortraitThe silence was fierce, but the room seemed to hum. Dust lingered, trapped motionless in the slits of sunlight escaping through the cracks of the boarded window. Old, yellowing sheets hung over furniture, ravaged by age and the fangs of moths. The photographs were fading, and the wallpaper, peeling. The stench of decay lingered in the air. On one wall, a childs painting of a family hung. On another, blood ran to the floor. The severed bodies of a young family were laid, scattered across the ground. The floorboards were carpeted with the remenants brains and lungs. An axe lent in a corner. A child, no more than six, rocked on her heels over the head of her decollated mother. She hummed a lullaby through giggles. Chunks of organs stained her hair, clothes and face. The child stood up. She grabbed the axe, and with a smirk, lifted it above her head. She struck the body of her mother. Splat. Blood stained the wall. Thud. Purčed heart leapt across the room. She turned to her father. The riFamily Portrait1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I need no more acceptance than my words on a pageI want my poetry to speak-I need no more acceptance than my words on a page1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
turn on its headlights,
shine stark and revealing through the windows
of your soul.
I have no desire for a following
or a faithful group of admirers,
lining up to
what a good job I've done,
how clever a mind I've got.
I don't need you to speak-
my poetry speaks for itself.
I just want my poetry to breathe-
drink in the swirl of your thoughts
the hail storm of your emotions and
for your own lungs to draw in.
I don't need your admiration-
my poetry sustains me.
because you don't understandand you laugh, joker,because you don't understand6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because the king's on your side
diamonds never meant much to you--
you wanted to see it all fall,
to watch everything dissolve.
i've never been so terrified of ignorance
are so careless
i don't know if we speak the same language.
it's cold today,
and all the windows are shut.
there's no breeze
to set you straight,
and the flag waves
in the classroom corner
like it's seen and heard
far too much.
stars and stripes,
we like to think we're above it all,
but really, we're just playing
with a microscope,
until we destroy our specimens.
and in apocalypse dust,
the air grazes
we are all that's left,
but we're nothing.
and you laugh,
when you say
"the u.s. and russia combined
have enough nukes
to destroy the world three times over."
well, don't you think
destroying the world once
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work:
something you’ve never
had to experience
Yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
And you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of black
will blend together,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
And as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.
ImbriferI drank the oceanImbrifer1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of letters you sent me
Only to create a tsunami
I cannot control.
SuicideI'm hurtSuicide3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't wanna admit
They did these things to me
That ruined my whole life
I was left
On the ground
With a broken arm
And a bleeding nose
When I got an A
I had to be punished
Because I was too smart
They said I am a slut
Because they saw me
with a guy
So they kicked me in the stomach
and threw me of the stairs
I'm counting the bruises
And I wear my long-sleeved shirt
Even though it's summer
My mom doesn't know
she's busy with her own trouble
And she says I'm not the daughter
She wants me to be
and then she starts to cry
It's on my arm
I can cut through
Because I wanna see my pain
The tears falling down
I wait until the perfect moment
And then I make myself feel the pain again
For so long
And you never stopped
You made me break
you made me fall
Now I'm a broken body
a broken soul
With bleeding hands
and a mother
that tells me
I'm not good enough
Why should I live?
Get your Game Face ON!I hear you bring up the rookies; The grade-A talent!Get your Game Face ON!4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're whooping my ass like it's a beauty pageant.
Their words are so sharp, I feel it's armageddon.
But they have missed out on one crucial lesson...
You see I get dirty when I'm bringing the storm,
Like tell me if this rag smells of chloroform?
And while you're knocked out, I will be dropping an essay,
On what you need to learn, if you want to be 'mainstay'!
Or maybe you'll remain another one-trick pony;
With every verse sounding like a two-bit phony.
You won't impress me and it's no use hiding.
I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining!
So here comes Johnny! An axe for you though,
Because you're tired and your work is so cold.
You need to polish up on your free verse,
Before my acid rap, puts you in a hearse!
-Chennie, 27th May 2014