GratefulDescribe to me what you seeGrateful2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Violet kisses a sunsets cheek
Tell me what it's like to be
a White cloud adrift at a mountain peak
Show me what it is you feel
When Orange steals away Blues bliss
Give to me a gift to see
How lovely Yellow deserves a kiss
And when you can't tell me how
Red spills over a wound unhealed
And if you cant show me now
When Green cascades over begging fields
I'll tell you what I hear
When Black sleeps in a shadowy grave
I'll tell you how it feels, my dear
To never know the colors I crave
Cognito ergo sumi. I am helpless, a bundle of mint green blankets, toes lined with slivers of crescent nails. Houses are universes and rooms are worlds, a spinning atmosphere of baby-blue walls, an ivory ceiling that hangs out of reach, patterned by dappled reflections and passing clouds. And when I open my forest green eyes, something breaks. A fissure snakes between you two and I watch as the universe shatters, leaving me floating on a shard, on driftwood, praying on the tides for survival.Cognito ergo sum1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii. Somehow, when you went away your genes did too, because I inherited nothing of yours but photos and a bad temper. The point of my nose was sanded down by the time spent waiting, my eyebrows thinning with all the crumpled confused looks I threw at the door, wondering where you were. But you came back looking different too, and we were strangers, and we still are.
iii. I watch my mum crying into a letter, blue ink bleeding from her fingertips, and suitcases are piling up around me until I swear I’m dreami
smile...My father always told me to smile, whatever happens. He said, that, if you smile, everything would turn good.smile...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So the day he died, I smiled even more, even if I was sad. And everybody told me that I was a bad girl, that I was insolent against my father.
But today I know that it wasn't, that this gesture a sign of love and recognition for my father...
dichotomy.i.dichotomy.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there’s a monster inside of my head.
it moved in four years ago, but they say it’s always been there. my daddy has one. so does his mom.
they say that’s where i got it. dad says grammy’s monster made her beat him until he was seven. dad says his monster made him drink until he blacked out, for twenty years.
they all say, “don’t let it in.” they all say, “it’ll control you, because you are weak.”
(actually, they say “vulnerable.”)
they tell me its name, so i can paint it on my wrists, on my forehead, along the curves of my ears. keep out. no BIPOLAR DISORDER allowed. they say it notices loud things. capital letters, for one. or crying children. or hatred. or fear.
they do not tell me what it’s like to see it. they do not tell me what’s it like, to feel it burrowing under your skin.
when it came to me, i pleaded with it. i said, “please go away,” and it didn’t listen.
Obsessed with Sherlock HolmesYou know you're obsessed with Sherlock Holmes when....Obsessed with Sherlock Holmes5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
1. You find yourself meticulously examining every new person you meet.
2. You secretly wish you had a Watson 'stache.
3. You don't hang out with your friends anymore because you're locked up in your room... solving cases.
4. The funniest joke? Scotland Yard.
5. You always eat toast for breakfast. Always.
6. You sometimes watch your roommate sleep.
7. Moriarty is your sworn enemy.
8. You see the newest unexplainable disappearance or murder on the news, and think, Sherlock Holmes could handle it.
9. You've picked a side: Granada, 2009, or BBC.
10. You've named your bulldog Gladstone.
11. Pipes and magnifying glasses are suddenly amazingly hot.
12. Your old service revolver is your best friend.
13. To you, Irene Adler is always THE woman.
14. You are lost without
Stone"You have a stone in your heart,"Stone4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That rouses me somewhat. I look up from my book and out the window at the gray fog that's settled over everything like wet cotton. I imagine breathing it, letting it fill my lungs with gray. All at once, the room is suffocating and I push the window open and the cool air tumbles in and ruffles the pages of my book so that I lose my place.
The spell of the story unravels and some part of me aches to know that the sort of love that exists in the storybooks is never true.
She loves the lines of him.
"Are you listening?"
" Yes," I say without much conviction.
Rainwater pools on the windowsill.
"You you have a stone in your heart,"
I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.
"Yes," I trace circles on the white laminate with a fingertip.
"Most days you can ignore it. And there are even some people who can make it lighter. But it always comes back. In the end it It always comes back,"
I should have
Espoir and HopeThe rhythm of my pencil tapping on the page isn’t helping; my mind is still blank. Why is it I have so many ideas for a great drawing, yet as soon as I sit down to put my ideas into images they disappear? Just as swiftly as she did, without the smallest hint of a good bye.Espoir and Hope2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps that’s why; the only person in my head, the only image I wanted to create, was her. Ever since she appeared at my window, she was all I could think about. She was my escape from the endless torments my school provided, from the endless shouting of my parents downstairs, of the endless darkness that is my life. All I want is to see her again.
She was short. And grinning. And completely normal. That is, if you didn’t count the fact that she had wings. Gorgeous white wings that stretched out gloriously behind her, each feather rustling slightly in the breeze that blew through the smashed window.
The first time we met, I saved her. Well, that’s what I like to think. She was flying out in a
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
GOOD NIGHTGOOD NIGHT3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the sound of the failing breath,
I heard a tasteless noise coming from nowhere,
An unknown, trampled soul with fear,
Bringing about unorganized rhythm,
Silent, voiceless tears.
The child speaks to a stranger,
About a farewell party to the past,
A ringing bell just being heard before the breakdown,
It consumes the darkness,
All that left is a dying DOREMI.
One, than two,
A dancing swan around the garden,
The wind is colored with subtle color,
Wound up in a spoken evening tea,
Less heard is the small laughter.
Saying given up words with a chilled smile,
The yearning are frozen bare,
The last light had been seen years ago,
Now is nowhere to be found,
Even if I were to walk up ahead,
The road is blur.
Wainting for the memoirs on the front door,
A glittering good day,
Was painfully cold,
The remaining pilgrim,
Are afraid of turning hazy,
Wiped out, adulthood.
What comes after are definitely shattered,
A good night wish,
Turn around a wheel move around,
In a discreet light of the lamp p
Wild CatLittle kitty sits still and smiles prettyWild Cat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping none will see the gleam in her eyes,
On her teeth,
Curving with her claws.
Don't touch the cat.
An Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.5DAn Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.5D2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
An interactive Walking Dead experience.
Rated T. Warning: Explicit language.
Pairings: Felix & Marzia, Red & Russ. May be hints of slash.
You and 50.0% of the readers chose A:
b) "Let's head to the rooftop, we'll be higher up and easily seen." - 40.9%
d) "Where do you think we should go?" - 9.1%
c) "Let's wait in the building, we'll be hidden from walkers." - 0.0%
Chapter 5, D: The Paradise Paradox
Safety is your priority.
The remaining two stood in solemn silence, The dying sun was painting their destination a dull gold, though in their heads they'd already seen their endings, one truer than the other. But still welcomed their fate with bitter acceptance and one shared goal.
Cry took a shaky breath, and met Pewdie's distant, blue eyes. They stared back. "Let's get to that rooftop." His raspy voice was low.
"Are you sure it'll be safe? Especially after that." Cry blinked, struggling to stay awake. His body felt sluggish and slow. "W
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
FragmentsI call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.Fragments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.
I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.
That is when I stop drawing.
At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreamin
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
Susie GoldmenSusie Goldmen4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was little my life changed forever. The people who I loved dearly were no longer the people I remember. My name is Susie Goldmen and this is my story.
I was only 6 and realized I would never be the same again. The parents I knew were no longer the loving people I once loved. I never thought this could happen to me, neither did the rest of the world when the news was broadcasted for the whole world to see.
Here's how my life changed forever, if you wish to not read you still have time to turn back now, but those who wish to read on I hope this changes your life and appreciate the life you have now.
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
RomanoxReader - ManboySullen, moody, temperamental, short-tempered.RomanoxReader - Manboy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He'd been called them all.
But nothing or no one had affected him as much as [Name].
When he heard that even [Name] thought of him just like everyone else, he felt devastated. Clenching his fists tightly, and squeezing his eyelids shut, he leant forward, his head resting on the wall, desperately trying to keep all his anger in.
But the words continue to replay on and on in his mind, along with the scene.
"Veee~" he heard Feliciano, as he entered through the front door. "It's really nice of you to be helping me, [Name]!"
Hearing her name, Lovino closed the door as silently as possible. This wasn't the best time to be making a loud entrance. Was his younger brother talking to [Name] on the phone? Why?
Her chiming laughter seemed like music to Lovino's ears, and seemed to indicate her presence, which made Lovino stiffen, all the more.
What was [Name] doing here, of all the places?
"It's all right, Feli!" She chirped. "I'm always wil
an apology to anyone who'll listen It begins with a wishan apology to anyone who'll listen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ends with a sigh.
I am in love with boys who
don't exist and girls who I sometimes
pretend are myself. Spineless,
spiteful, and one hundred percent
I'm becoming undone.
When I was
younger I thought it
was a sin if
your parents didn't
love each other. Now I
know that it's
just the way this world works.
I need you right now;
to tell me that
gaining four pounds in
three days is typical
to tell me that
living in a dream every
second is perfectly okay
to tell me that
I'm normal, that I'm
still sane, that I'm not
going to close my
eyes one day and never
open them again.
Don't look at me.
I can't remember
the last time I
had no regrets.
I will keep standing!!Precious rose,I will keep standing!!3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sharpest of all thorns
Dancing to the night,
Glittering armour set to light.
It had all come to me,
the future's been fortold.
There's a floating petal,
the wind had began to settle.
I will always stand strong
Always but alone
For the sword of mead,
Still hangs above my head,
I'm still waiting for the chain,
The shiny chain of fate to fall
The swirling wheel of time,
Spirals out of control!
I shall stand, always be strong
Nothing can shatter, the bond I hold,
Just tear my flesh and break my bones
You shall see, that I will stand strong
The flight of a dove,
the touch of its feathers
the truth whispers to me,
while the lies scream out loud!
The rock is engraved
With a future to be found.
Say it now and shout it clear
Wars will be fought
And justice shall prevail.
I will keep standing
A statuette in a flood.
A foundation, supporting the above.
Rain will come and more will follow
Rivers will run, snaking through the land
Caressing the castles of salt and sand.
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
What I amI’m not a real person, just the color you see in the sky at 5AM after a night of drinking and dancing. I'm the cool crisp air that you feel on your sweat covered skin. I'm the breath that you can see floating away from your mouth into the air; exhaling away your last warm breath to just be replaced with something cool, and new. I'm the awkwardness between the cab driver and you after you give him the address to your house, the trust you have with him to get you home safe.What I am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the little things that you don't care about anymore. After you grow up and every little thing becomes unnoticed, just passed with out a second glance.
I'm not a real person, but I'm there. I will always be there.