I Want To Travel The UniverseI'd like to be able to travel faster than light,I Want To Travel The Universe4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So I can coast through the Universe,
Witnessing the births and deaths of the stars.
I want to dive head first into a black hole,
Coming out the other end of this rip in Gravity.
I want to be so small I'd fit inside a quark
That would fit in the atoms that bounce around
Inside these millions of stars.
I want to be so strong I have my own gravitational pull
And there would be planets, moons, and asteroids orbiting me.
I want to swim inside a nebula,
Basking in the radiation of ultraviolet light,
Only in this perfect world I can see
Everything without being blinded.
Then when I'm tired,
I would drift back to Earth,
Tiptoeing back into my room,
Cause my parents wouldn't know I sneaked out.
I would crawl under my covers and smile so wide,
Cause nobody knows what I did that night
Except for me, and the stars sparkling in the sky.
Thousand MilesCan't take it no moreThousand Miles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll run a thousand miles
Just to escape this place.
Its not that I don't
Like it here
I'd rather run a thousand
Miles then watch you
I can't watch you
Walk out of my
I can't take the
pain as I slowly
So I'll run a thousand miles
Just so I won't have to say
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed1 year 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.
Like in the Books (Armin x Reader)Like in the Books (Armin x Reader)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
I walk into the library, the scent of old books lingering in the air. This place always brings me to a sense of peace and tranquil... it is like my second home. I make a beeline to my preferred section: romance. Something I will probably never experience, mostly because of my shyness.
I check to make sure no one is around before I place my bulky (f/c) glasses on my face. I don't have the best vision, I don't like being seen in them so I use them only when necessary. Now that I can see clearly, I scan my index finger over the spine of each book the whole way down the row, looking for a book I haven't read yet.
"Hmm... no... read that one... Ah ha!" I spot a book with a dusk rose cover and the title is in pretty cursive writing. I take it off the shelf.
'This would be perfect to read under the big oak tree at the park' I think to myself.
It is my absolute favorite reading spot. The towering tree that sits upon a little hill... it is just far enough from everyone else where yo
My Dear Sons and DaughtersFall in love with everythingMy Dear Sons and Daughters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fall in love with ideas: anarchy
and LaVeyan Satanism.
Fall in love with solitary back-packing
through Israel or Mexico.
Fall in love with gamma radiation
or tiger-taming, MMA cage fighting
or free-climbing the Rocky Mountains,
but do not fall in love
People will want you
for your similarities to one
or more of their parents;
they will want you
for the outline, the concept of you;
they will want you
because you want them –
they will not know
what they want.
People will take the bed you shared
and fuck other people
in the barely cooled indent
of your absent body
(they will also take your cat,
leaving you with scarred hands
and nothing for them to stroke).
They will promise to never leave you
and maybe they won’t,
but they will buckle you in with them
on the bipolar-coaster,
left flying off unfinished tracks,
and you will have to jump,
They will be perfect
except for little things –
answering their pho
doctor, doctordoctor, doctor -doctor, doctor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would like you to
analyse the physicalities
and electric abnormalities
of this disease. tell me,
pleaseibegyouplease that you
can see the unseen: the low
stretching out like
a strange growth from
the heart; the nerves
trapped in claustrophobic
entities and continually
space lacking itself
over and over; the blood
travelling at a velocity
so fast so constant that
it is not moving at all;
the beat. the beat. the beat.
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
Legends of the Silk Meadow Sanctuary: Chapter 1 Traveler lore tells of a vast, dark forest within a low octagonal plain surrounded by eight tall, steep mountains. It is a forest littered with spider webs of abnormal size and adhesion. But this forest was founded secretly as a haven for a persecuted race of creatures born with the silk spinning abilities of the arachnid, spider hybrids if you will. Some are discriminated for wrapping creatures in their silk for mere sport; others are victimized for mere rumors and have never harmed a soul, and then there are the creatures who are persecuted for using their right of self defense against hunters.Legends of the Silk Meadow Sanctuary: Chapter 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Welsh wolf bat half-breed began to track down these creatures. His name was Evan Langston II, but was nicknamed Silver Tongue for his logical yet poetic method of persuasion, which served him well until he came across two spider canines, a black and scarlet wolf husky half-breed spider hybrid named Crimson Read, and a grey and black fox spider hybrid with neon gre
Looks LieI’m ugly and fatLooks Lie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.
shedding skini read somewhereshedding skin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that our cells regenerate
every seven years
old ones die
and new parts bloom
and it’s now impossible
for me to be the person
i was ten years ago
no matter how much
i long for the ease of those
because that girl who
hunched over notebooks
in crowded trains
or behind backstage curtains
doesn’t exist any more
so i have to just be
this person now
one my seven-years-ago-self
probably would have loved to be
because she believed
i’d have known how to
after seven years of shedding skin
pity none of those
included a user guide
an update manual
because i feel just as clueless
as my fourteen-years-ago-self
and no matter how many stories
my mother regales of that
i can never again connect
with the way she saw the world
It's Not That I Don't Want to be Alive....It's not that I don't want to be alive,It's Not That I Don't Want to be Alive....3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not that I don't want to wake up,
In the morning.
I am just tired of living,
It's not that I want to end my days.
I just wish I had a reason,
To why I stay.
I wish I had a reason to justify,
All these bad thoughts in my mind.
Shouldn't I be happy by now?
I always end up here.
Oh, how I hate it here....
And I still fear,
4 a.m. In the morning.
I should be asleep by now,
And it's not that I don't want to sleep.
But I am so tired of counting sheep.
Don't tell me just to turn off my mind,
Because I've tried to find,
But I can't.
And sometimes I wish...
That everything would end.
I feel suicide is a better friend,
Then the one's I don't have in my contacts
But then again,
What a waste of all this time,
I've been spending.
Trying to survive.
So I promise you,
I'll at least try to fake that I am,
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
Grave Robber's DowagerThe people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood.Grave Robber's Dowager7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband were comfortable and proud of having such an efficient business.
Normally, the work never got to Maggie, but every so often she would buy a candle or a leather purse and wonder if it was someone she knew. That was silly of course, but every time it happened she couldn’t shake the feeling of ghosts hanging around her for days. Her husband unde
Tips For succeeding as an ArtistSucceeding as an artist: These are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind.Tips For succeeding as an Artist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) A very important and often overlooked aspect of the art industries is networking. Get to know people and especially get to know who is important to know. Acquire a list of contacts and MAINTAIN those contacts. Don't call someone up after ten years of radio silence then be like "hi, remember me? Need job now, can has?" Also, don't be a dick to people and don't burn bridges. You'd be surprised how quickly that can get you blacklisted from a variety of places. Even if someone is a rampaging, fiery doucheflute, cope..... pretty much like any other job. keep your contacts list nice and organized. Sounds like frivolous advice but trust me, it's not. When you have several hundred contacts, being able to go "who's the guy I did that porn mural with.... *scrolls down to PORN category* oh right, HIM," can make networking much more efficient and a lot less confusing.
2) PORTFOLIO! It must
Dear SteveDear Steve,Dear Steve6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.
But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency protocols manual from high on its shelf.
Gradually the workload decreased. People stopped going to the doctor, fewer people were admitted. Nobody wanted blood tests any more.
Eventually I stopped going to work. There was no point. I called in every day, just in case.
I ended up watching people go to work in the morning, as they continue
For My Best FriendYour touch I crave,For My Best Friend8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But cannot obtain,
But youre still here,
So I cannot complain.
Brush my hand across yours.
All of my love
Through my touch I outpour,
Hoping you will notice.
But then again,
I hope you dont.
Somehow, I just know you wont
Return this love I have for you.
Bottled ShipsI’ve sailedBottled Ships7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into your lips,
And have thus,
Been able to explore
Would never have found.
I am not your savior.
I never fended off your demons,
I befriended them.
They’ve become my messengers,
And have put up your
White flag for you.
Usually, this would be my chance
To explore new territory.
I’m feeling sea sick.
| Black Paper Moon | Romania x Reader| Black Paper Moon | Romania x Reader2 months ago in Romance More Like This
"We can make it through most anything, if you can just believe."
Every night for the past week, you've had the same dream.
It's dark outside, and you're alone. You're standing in the middle of an empty street, you can barely breathe, and you don't recognize your surroundings.
There's a boy staring at you from down the street. He's far enough so that you can't see his face or notice any distinguishable features. He's bathed in the glow of a streetlamp; if you walked forward about twenty or thirty feet, then you'd be face-to-face.
Without knowing why, you begin to run towards him; for you'd suddenly felt an intense affection for him—even if he was merely a stranger. Just as you're about to approach him, he gives you a somber smile.
You gasp at his beauty; you didn't recognize this boy. But in that moment, everything starts to disappear.
You're swallowed by your own shadow; the world around you subme
I am Like...I am like a wireI am Like...6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You cannot make me rip
But you can still cut me to pieces with
Just a tiny snip
I am like a scissors
I cut away from love
‘Fore it has a chance to fall apart
And leave me in the dust.
I am like a shadow
I always will be there
But no one seems to ever see me
I guess they do not care
I am like a crystal
All that anyone does is break me
But I can only smile
I am like a prisoner
Locked away in my heart
I cannot let someone see me cry
Keep my tears in the dark
I am like a liar
Not ‘like’ – I really am
I lie so I don’t make you feel bad
My lies build up a dam
I am like a river
Pushing against a wall
One day I will shatter my thick dam
... All I can do is fall ...
mapsmaybe, not all parallel linesmaps2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are truly meant to never touch each other
my lines, for example, tell a story
a story of ways and almosts and reasons
a story of plans once foiled, never misconceived
a story of your lips against mine
and my hips pressed to yours
a story in which you choose her
if you dance
across the pained expressions of my mind
all tired and pounding and never knowing
bloodshot eyes and overworked hours
and numbers and letters and hopes
I think you'll find
in the palms of my tiny, calloused hands
poem after poem, unique and expressive
modest and tinged
like the ways I longed for my head on your chest
and to watch you breathe against off-white sheets
and to feel your heart tight around my finger
and these lines on my palms
they smell like your hair
and your breath and your clothes and your hands
all strung-up and mistaken
like birds, shot down to die
and perhaps, if you follow
these telltale lines
they'll paint you a map
which, if traced carefully enough across e
Trust MeI know, I knowTrust Me1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
How bad things can get,
When all you feel is regret
And you just can’t forget
The crack of your heart breaking.
I know, I know
How it feels
To hold a blade to your skin
And feel like just to breathe
Is a painful sin.
I know, I know
How it feels
To be so utterly alone
That you talk to the voice
Inside your head
And winding up dead
Seems like the only solution.
I know, I know
How it feels
To believe that it won’t
But guess what?
The darkness is temporary
And even though it’s scary,
Don’t forget that it gets better.
Even after the darkest night
There will always be sunlight.
There will always be people
Who love you,
Who want to help you;
They are just waiting to
Be let in.
Try to smile every day –
It might be a long way away,
But one day
That smile will be genuine.
Life can be hard, I know
But please don’t go,
The world might show
You how beautiful it can be.
Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.Todo contigo, o nada con nadie2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.
Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.
Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.
Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.
Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.
Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
The UnderstandingWhen I’m drunk orThe Understanding11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you’re drunk or
and uncommitted at the same bar,
we leave together,
sit and fiddle with beers
at your place
your dad’s place?
laugh at the dramatic-moment music
in movies made when I was three,
talk about my ex-
cat, how you got high and played
in the snow,
and you find the shower
eventually after a beer-chug
myself trailing, tiptoeing
into the jeans-and-boxers puddle,
placing my folded clothes on the sink,
slipping in behind
the temperature adjustment
from the fjord-freezing or lobster-boiling
you turned on yourself
and while you wash my back,
pressing the curves with longing
lazy, I rub the soap into your red-
as if I want the ink to stain
my fingers and
you slip inside me like water
and I watch your legs
bowing behind mine
and think of birds
(I am too
short for this love;
you give up, laughing,
untoweled thin body dripping
on the comforter),
and you won’t