how not pretending anymore is a blessingi won't pretend to anyone that i'm not scared. here i am, standing before god-knows-how-many-people, telling them things i don't have the heart to even tell my mother. especially things i don't have the heart to tell my mother.how not pretending anymore is a blessing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i could never tell her how many times i've looked at the stars and used them to hold onto my wishes on paper strings, make them hold onto my wishes and me, mostly me, like a marionette
until the sky faded from black to blue, just like the bruises i put on my skin. sometimes a girl doesn't know how to cope, and that's why those paper strings, those thin, angry lines hanging from the heavens,
found their ways to my arms and bled me happy.
i could never tell my mother how i've dreamt of flying and dying and how i can't tell the difference anymore, just the way i can't look in the mirror without crying, just the way i can't look in the mirror and tell if i am human or monster.
it's impossible to tell the woman who put you into this world through hours of pain, becau
Mistletoe - America.Mistletoe - America.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
...in the Kitchen?
"Oh great. A Kitchen. Juust what I needed." (name) mumbled, getting up from the ground. Everyone was scattered throughout the house. Suddenly there was music playing. You looked to where it was coming from. "Last...Christmas?" You asked. you walked up to the Music box and swayed to the music.
You loved that song. You used to play it all the time. Well, there was another song that you loved, but this was your absolute favourite. Then the music stopped. You closed the cover and cut your finger at the edge. You let out a small noise of Pain. "Ow..." You mumbled. Looking around for a first aid kit, you searched the whole Kitchen.
You didn't find anything but food, but at least there were some tissues to stem the wound. "Argh...Stupid Alfred. Dragging me into this." You pouted, wiping away the blood on the box.
"Aww, I even put so much effort into bringing you here!"
You turned around to find Alfred standing a few feet away from you. A small smile fixed on his face. "Well
The Birth of a Poemthe birth of a poem:The Birth of a Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hundred-odd images are stacked up
with silky metaphors draped overtop;
and then some "theme words" are added,
stuff like "love" or "heartbreak"
and these go in the middle
and give it shape;
and then the first images need tweaked a bit,
so the subject's hair gets turned the more vivid color of
straw," " wheat,"
and then some verbs are used
to scrape away the edges of those stagnant nouns;
and then the nouns are spruced up by adjectives like
"stunning," "evanescent," or "mellifluous,"
and are shoved into cracks
to make everything look smoother;
and then the "backspace" key is used
to clean up the extra letters or words
and make the final poem look almost professional.
and then, if desired,
a few phrases that don't make sense
are thrown in
in the name of "art."
Afraidit takes all of meAfraid3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
not to say
those three words
i love you
i love you
i love you
it hurts so much
to hold it back,
but wouldn't it hurt even more
to let it go?
i feel it e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e,
every bone in my body is
buzzing with the excitement
of that word...
love, love, love
when i'm with you my soul is
a l i v e,
wasting usi want you, okwasting us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you to be on your knees
all scraped and red and raw
like you're a child again
because that's all you ever
i want you to be aching
the way i've been aching
since the last rays of summer
said goodbye to us,
goodbye to us
and i want you to never forget
that just because
you don't remember my birthday,
that doesn't mean
forget the feel of my skin
for the first time
and that someday
this memory will stop hurting.
it never will,
and i promise you this:
every time it crosses your mind-
while you wait at the bus stop,
during a chemistry exam,
the next time a girl touches you
with her heart and not just her fingers-
every time it crosses your mind,
you're going to remember me
in extraordinary detail
and see me
like the extraordinary person
that i am,
Love meI am standing here waiting for youLove me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for kiss, or anything you would do
Just jump on me and hold my face
touch my hair and close the case
Kiss me with love and make me fall
I am all yours, I am your doll
Play with me and love me more
love me more than what I ask for
I will be yours and you will be mine
You give me your heart, I will give you my mind
I am happy with you
I cannot feel anything without you
I am just so in love with you
Sleep with me
We will not make love
Love will make us
projected profitsi keep picturing us in fifteen years, but it's more like ten. we're sleeping and the quiet sun gently pushes on our eyelids. we turn softly in the mounds of white cloth covering our bed, one or both of us making those slight moans of vague consciousness completely against our wills.projected profits3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we live in a house, or maybe a flat. it might be in europe, in one of the countries you visited when we found our ways back to one another. the buildings are smooth and white, but the garden is not lacking for colour. the greens are denser than water, the sky more saturated blue than our swimsuits, hanging off the lip of the small balcony.
maybe it's switzerland, or germany. neither of us speak the native language, but with signals and human understanding, we make our ways through.
in the mornings we both reach for our car keys. mine are on the table, yours are on the hook by the door. there is always coffee in the early
Kagamine Len x Reader: Download Me!As normal, you were sitting in your bedroom on a late Saturday night. Nothing good was on your small TV from the 1990's that only got cable and could only play VCR tapes, and your Gamecube just broke so you couldn't play Super Smash Bros Melee. You walked over to your desk and turned on your computer, opening up to your homescreen with a picture of the Vocaloids on it. Your favorite Vocaloid in the world was Kagamine Len, and no one could change that. Opening up the Internet, you went onto Deviantart to check your messages, because you haven't checked on them in such a long time. Looking through all of the deviantations, one had a picture of Kagamine Len with a sign above his head saying, 'Download Me!' Immedately, you clicked on it without thinking twice and downloaded it. Suddenly, your computer glitched and crashed. Sighing, you just walk over to your bed, crawl under your covers and drift off to sleep.Kagamine Len x Reader: Download Me!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good Morning!" says a voice in a melodic tone. You sit up and see
Painting the Sunsetsin our youthPainting the Sunsets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky was but a sheet of paper,
and we were pens and pencils
that spelled out stories on the scraps of night.
and we colored the sun red with our laughter,
the sky blue with the sadness we kept inside,
and the feelings that we couldn't comprehend
we gathered on our brushes
and splattered across the dusky horizon.
and these we called the sunsets.
The Art of Un-KnowingGive your burden the mane of a lion. Of yourself,The Art of Un-Knowing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a kraal. Split your heart
and fashion its two halves into a pair of goats.
Tether one to a stake. Then pull all the shades
for darkness, barricade the door,
listen for a nervous bleat, a skitter of hooves
in the mind's dirt. Feel nothing when the animal
screams. Believe: it's only a goat.
And here, the art - a bloody thorn, a twist
of hair will show you how the lion gets in, where
to dig the trap. When it is dead
burn the carcass. When the winds have drunk
the last of its ash, you'll still have one good goat.
Dearest DaddyDear Daddy,Dearest Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not always right. Sometimes mom and I just need to fight it out. But you can't let us do that, can you? You've always got to rush to mom's side because she can't fight for herself. Losing an argument for once won't hurt her. You won't let her do anything for herself. Every time we want to do something we have to ask you if it's okay first. Your own wife has to ask you if it's okay to do something. You control us. No, you control her and my brother. But you will never control me. I won't rebel like other teens, but as soon as I'm out of here, I'm out of here for good. No looking back.
You're the reason I never want to get married. I never want to be old and bitter and controlling like you. But you know what? I already am like you. That's why I'm not getting married or having kids: I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to fuck anyone's life up and make them wish they weren't born. Because that's not cool, Dad. And that's not very Dad-ly of you. I remember when you
The Waiting GameWelcome, Welcome, take a seat.The Waiting Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right now boredom's at its peak.
Perhaps an hour you can pass,
With your mind so far surpassed.
But once your thoughts start running thin,
Your hand grows sore against your chin,
There's nothing new to think about,
There's no new ground to walk around.
Perhaps you go an hour or two,
Then your screws start coming loose,
You beg and wish for God above,
To send you things to do and love.
But that won't do you any good,
So then you start to look for food,
What if there is nothing there?
Now you start to pull your hair.
Pace around and look for fun,
No game consoles you want to run,
Some board games on the shelf you see,
But nothing you can deem worthy.
It seems the TV's also shot,
Not that good shows are on a lot,
So next computers and their games...
Damn forgot, it burst to flames.
But now what is there left to do?
Read a book or catch the flu?
Pick at grass or break some glass?
Hey the poem ends at last!
One last thing to wrap this up...
Wasn't this your on
Wednesdays (DeadpoolxReader) One-ShotIn all your years of working with the Avengers, you never thought you would ever want to stop. However your mindset was beginning to change when a certain man dressed in black and red waltz in Stark Tower several months ago.Wednesdays (DeadpoolxReader) One-Shot10 months ago in Humor More Like This
He was a very reckless man. If he could even be called a man. He was a child in your eyes. One that made you wonder, Is he even an Avenger? Natasha agreed with you that he was worse than Stark whereas the guys didn’t see him as that big of a problem. That was probably because he bothered you mostly.
He was playing pranks on you constantly and cracked jokes every hour on the hour. This sort of behavior was driving you insane. Somehow, you managed to not crack.
Today was Wednesday; or rather, “Hump Day”. That’s what Deadpool usually called it anyways. It was also your day off which meant nothing but surfing through Netflix on the couch in your pajamas. But on this particular day, you ha
When the Wind Blows - ReviewWhen the Wind Blows - Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In the rural Sussex of the UK there lives an elderly couple, the Bloggs; James and Hilda Bloggs to be exact. They're a nice couple, a little dim, but still kind all the while. Really, when anyone looks at them, they could be your own grandparents, living out near the country, working on their daily chores and letting back and forth nostalgic times of old.
To lure us in more into the gentle atmosphere, they're even drawn and animated in the very same style as that classic children's tale, 'The Snowman'. The animation is nice and soft, and their rounded, childish bodies and the backgrounds are coloured over in the most gentle of pastels.
Oh, it depicts them getting ready for a nuclear attack from Russia, them having to struggle through said attack, and then them struggling through the rest of their shortening days as James continues to say that they must continue to have faith in the higher government and that said government will come rescue them in no time, surely, even thou
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
personificationi am a whisper no one else can hear.personification3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yes, your butt looks huge,
yes, he will leave you
if you tell him how you really feel,
and no, you are never enough.
just because only you can hear me,
it doesn't mean i am any less real.
i will tint everything you see
like a pair of cheap sunglasses
with one lens opaque
so that you cannot see anything clearly
and your perception is skewed.
i am in the pilot's seat
and you will be mine
the second you let your guard down.
your heartstrings will connect my piano strings
as i hammer them down and knot with pain;
i will break you to your knees
and hit them to the pavement
like a child in the summer.
i will beat you into the earth
and offer you a hand,
but use it only to strike you
across the face.
i will always leave a handprint.
i am insecurity,
are all my
The Greatest Fic EverOne day, the Roarschack was walking randomly down the street when this random stranger jumped out in front of him and said, "Walter, i am a mysterious girl from your past who has now grown up into a beautiful young woman and i am secretly a vigilante and we need to be together because we're both vigilantes and we're both liek rlly messed up and we complete each other in our mutual messed-uppedness."The Greatest Fic Ever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rrrraaaarlllll," said the Roarschack.
Hideously rejected, the mysterious and bootiful young woman then went to hogwhutz.
"Pruffesser Snope," she said, "I am Voldermort's secret daughter that no one knew about and also Harry Potter's dark twin cousin. I can speak parsell tung and potions is my favorite class, we are compatible so won't you love me because I had an abused childhood where Voldemort killed my mom and because I'm technically not a legal adult and long flowing hair and green eyes which is mysteriously like someone else you knew and oh hey this is hogwhutz, a magical place
RomaniaXReader: MASHALL EFFING LEEYou had lost all control of your hands. They were spazzing out in different directions as you tried to breath for precious air.RomaniaXReader: MASHALL EFFING LEE2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You, my friend, were currently fangirling.
"ASDFGHJKL!!!!" You rolled off your friends couch as you failed around. The strawberry blonde next to you gave you a worried look.
"Uhhh...______? Are you ok?" The Romanian asked as he stared at you. Giving you the "whydoievenbother?" look. You gasp and ran to the T.V. screen, slowly petting it like a creep.
"OOOOOhhhhhh my god, I love you Marshall Lee~" You giggled insanely as you heard his voice. "You're the SEXIEST vampire alive~" Romania crossed his arms in response. He cleared his throat to catch your attention.
"Uh, excuse you? I believe your boyfriend has this title." He growled out. You turned away form the T.V. screen and laughed. You laughed so hard, even someone like Romania, who never blushed, began to grow red.
"Jealous much?" You walked over to your boyfriend and sat down next to him, snuggling closer to
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
Shall We Get Intimate Again?fingers graze the kneeShall We Get Intimate Again?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a whisper,
like a secret.
and this is crazy.
but she's beautiful.
this is brand new
and therefore my heart
is trying to escape.
the butterflies beat
with an incessant flutter.
what am i doing?
my hand is in her hair
but its shaking.
she doesn't seem to care.
brain is wandering...
no one can know.
hope she doesn't tell.
this isn't me.
i want to be reserved
but my inhibitions
and my wall
she can do that
and now i'm gone.
completely and utterly
how does she do that
all i can taste
this isn't me.
when i leave her tonight
and i'm home in my bed,
i'll be dreaming of
there will be a next time.
there will always be a next time.
Please don't ever..Please don't ever think that I would leave,Please don't ever..2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No one catches my attention like you.
How your voice cuts my attention,
Or how I get lost in your eyes each time I gaze into them.
No one will ever hold my heart the way you do,
It cracks a little each time you think I would ever leave.
You're the best thing in my life.
You are my sunshine