defocused.i admit-defocused.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm a little bit in love
twirling through the silver dreams
of the dew-dropped spiderweb
tasting fragments of all the thoughts
and possibilities and hopes
and insecurities and quirks
lips and eyes and feigned emotion
ghosts of meaning and reasoning
replacing the spirits long gone.
but i admit-
i'm a little bit in love
the perfection of you
cracked with sadness-
the clasped hands
the isolated routes
fingers trailing on the walls
the quiet ways you look around
to break away the eye contact
and sigh at the glaring reality.
the others are crisp
but you blurred out your lines
to avert the attention
of second glances
that taste imperfection
and forget how to care.
if faces tell stories
my eyes write you books
when your line of sight
snags on mine.
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Seventh Deadly SinMy hands hide my faceSeventh Deadly Sin3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lecherous, hot nostalgia
Surges through again
Your hand in my own
Fingers tantalizing skin
Breath warm against it
Pressing into me
Your eyes wandering freely
Across pale prospect
Lips flush against mine
Hungrily asking for more
I whisper your name
Your hands grip my hair
Desperate, I try to forget
This wrong choice we've made
Your deep eyes gazing
Intensely into my own
Scorching through my soul
Looking back at you
I'm gazing into the sun
Yet can't look away
Mouth against my neck
Leaving a trail of hot flames
On sensitive skin
Backed into the wall
The guilt persists to torment
God, what have we done?
Trailing down my chest
Your fingers trace a fire
That scorches to bone
Pressing close to me
You moan out in ecstasy
The sound makes me shake
The memory stays
As I tremble in the dark
I know this will fail
Yet, still I went through
Though I knew it was so wrong
Unable to stop
The sin has been done
It shall never be erased
Though I wish it so
All I Ever Wanted.........With You I Have All I Ever WantedAll I Ever Wanted.........2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you have found your one true soul mate....you will know it for sure....
Though your times together will often be rocky and it might feel like drowning
When you are carried beneath the waves of daily struggles that threaten to consume us with jagged
teeth and paper claws and words said out of fatigue and maybe anger
And the safe place you believed they provided seems too far away to ever reach
You find in your hand the key to his heart.......
Like Lightning and WaterInfamous 2 | Like Lightning and WaterLike Lightning and Water4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The swamps of New Marais, in spite of the mutants, the Militia, and of course the mosquitoes as big as your pinky finger, sure were pretty just after sunset. From the stone overhang of the plantation, his back to the street, facing the shadowy bayou, Cole spotted yellow fireflies, moths flitting about in the streetlights (if he bothered to look), silver mist rolling in off the ocean, and blue-gray water painted with the hues of the sunset. The place reeked of swamp water, but it was a little bit more bearable than normal the stench of wood smelled sweet, and the peeling, damp bark of the palms was oddly comforting. What monsters there were hung around in the shadows or lounged in the shallows, paying him no heed whatsoever. The sky glowed a soft, tarnished gold in the west, with shades of pink and orange in the clouds; only a faint bit of scarlet hung visible in the northeast. And except for the chirp of crickets, the slap of s
SerpentineSerpentineSerpentine13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she chances the rainfall
whilst I follow the salt of the rain
down her fellow-steps of my own.
Perhaps the dancing she weeps
would blame these thoughts,
to carry her away
and brush her from the sway
She is my mind and the sweet mentioning
of Autumn at her hue,
she is blue
and circumventing with me 'round my enemy.
with the serpents resemblance,
she bends my ear
for a contortion from fear
then bothers a storm
to mend me at my scorning forlorn.
A secret she unleashes and
Thus she reminds me what beggars
she bonded from the bags
after writhing the sands of desert's tempt,
having tarried forty days of night
to resume the consumption
of sun-tides and relation.
The rattle of snakes and the plume
of knight's failings,
she became the barren residence
of my master's advent
moments before He left,
riding un-spent from
yesterday and years of yore.
As was then and so shall be the strength
of today and the hastey lackings
of our will and ways,
she prances still and without ou
Crying WordsPages become tornCrying Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the tears are reborn
Old wasted ideas
Crumble to the floor
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Because This Is ChristmasFragile snowflakes are falling this night from the sky,Because This Is Christmas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet, blue, red Christmas lights are flashing while I'm passing by,
Laughter and carols, the joyful sound of bells I'm hearing all around,
A white, sparkling blanket is covering now the ground.
I lift up my face,
At the dark night's sky I gaze,
I close my eyes wishing I could feel,
The emotion they are talking about, the Christmas thrill,
The clock strikes midnight,
But my heart still can't warm up from this hollow, shiny light.
I kneel in the snow, breathing deep inside,
Somewhere on this barren road my soul died,
But how could a scrawny light,
Break the chain wrapped around my languid heart?
If I had just one wish, one demand,
If it could be possible to make an amend,
I'd chose my core to be animate,
Maybe on Christmas Eve,
Maybe there's still some hope left for me,
Maybe I still got the right to believe,
To believe that from the noose of memories my soul can be set free.
On a bench, a Santa Claus is sitting,
What did I get myself into? (NaLu fanfiction)Ohai-yo! Thanks for reading~ Well anyways , hope you like this chapter. Gomen for all the spelling errors!What did I get myself into? (NaLu fanfiction)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sunlight shined through the window and hit my face.
I opened my eyes to see it was 12:00… Oh god! We were supposed to be up at 9:00.
“Lucee!” I yelled shaking her.
“Hmm?” she opened her eyes slowly.
“We were supposed to be up at 9 and I just woke up at-” I started.
“Natsu, I was saying we could get up at 9, I didn’t mean we had too.” She replied falling asleep again.
“Well we’re getting up now!” I said flipping the mattress over making her fall onto the floor.
“What was that for baka dragon?!” she yelled an anime vein popping out of her head.
“Pfff-” I started to laugh, she glared at me, “Gomen, Lushi.” I looked down at the ground.
She started laughing, “C’mon
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Dark BeautyI knowDark Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know when
When this dark beauty
Seeped into my soul
Slowly like tar
Thick as concrete
I know when
When I became
This black heart
Wrapped FarthingsA taunting,Wrapped Farthings12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a wearing away of pealing thunders
is what the skeleton reveals
from the binding of memory.
It is the roustabout fashion
of thievery's ballroom
that rises against flesh,
that postpones the air
of a lover's kiss.
Were it golden that she smiles a love
pristine about these lips,
ripping sweet a sweetened lullaby aside,
and without thoughts of concubine,
they are thrown agape
and ignited with a twisting
of fire's lace.
It might be the mirrored opposition
of me at my knees b'fore the thinning
corners about which I stand.
Starved for the shelter of a nursing
wine she sipped,
borrowed with the dirt of squatters
that buried prescious ones in the sand,
how long the eye would stall
to turn upon the light of stir.
A blur of motion whose stippling
curse recalls my fainted start
that swallows words as these
without meaning and without please.
Fade away as she may,
by way that her mischief sways
and at once remembers a rhyme
of blue-blood farthings wrapped
within a chilly night's walking
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,Late Night Cereal1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
Don't Taze Me Bro"Hey, check this out."Don't Taze Me Bro4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dave looked up from the tv screen briefly, glancing to where Bro stood hunched over a box on the kitchen table. The elder Strider's body obscured most of the small brown package and what it contained, igniting his interest. Curious, Dave humored him.
"What is it? A new sex toy for your smuppets?"
He heard Bro snort as he flit his eyes back to the screen to resume his game. The buttons clicked out an odd beat as he depressed them beneath his fingers, expertely directing his player around the course.
"Not even. If it'd be used on anyone, it'd be used on you."
Dave stopped in the middle of his sick grind to pause the game and look over the futon. Bro was still concealing the package on the table with his body, filling Dave with a a wary sense of curiosity. He could hear Bro laugh at his reaction and knew that his brother was purposefully blocking the view of whatever mystery item he'd gotten in the mail to either annoy him or set him on edge.
It did both.
become fear"You either conquer fear or become it. Fear the unknown or become it"become fear2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
LOVE Love can LOVELOVE Love can2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love can come in any kind,something thst can make you blind.
Love is somehting you won't forget,something you shouldn't regret.
Love is inspiring,something worth your crying.
Love is where you can shine,it's always worth your time.
Love is like the sun,It's never done.
Love is a very a gentle thing,something anyone can bring.
The Spring Willow packThe Spring Willow pack2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spring Willow pack is a loyal, protective, and strong wolf pack that lives in a marshy territory with lots of bushes and a rich amount of prey. In the past, they banished pack members that became evil or took the lives of any of their packmates and patrolled their territory weekly to make sure they didn't enter their territory. Now, if any pack member does anything that threatens the pack, they kill them instantly so they won't haunt the pack from outside their territory.
Their alphas are Cooper and Sheba, two wolves who lost three out of their four pups before the pack became big and strong. Their surviving pup is their daughter, Lydia who they've been watching over since her siblings died. They worry about her greatly whenever she gets sick or injured and are deeply relieved when she makes a full recovery. Lydia is also a rankless wolf who just remains available whenever she's needed.
Also, the Spring Willow pack is not one bit evil or aggressive. They get fierce whenever they're
Circle CastAir that carriesCircle Cast3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
sound and dust
wrapping around me
with natures love
power and heat
destruction or light
or growing all around
within all things
the power that dwells
in earth, fire and springs