in cold hands and close facessharp and soft, youin cold hands and close faces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the definition of a juxtaposition. fingers
slide around my sides, curl to the curve, squeeze
and rest - and i place mine on top of yours.
coffee breath on my neck and you smell like
venus. you are heavy atmosphere and stormy skies.
our jaws are touching, my mind is a roundabout.
Chair JapanxReaderChair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
With my elbows propped up atop the windowsill, my hands cup my face as I stare out into the world that is slowly being devoured. Light fading, the sky stained with dark blue ink, colour dissolving into darkness. Only the playful melody of the blackbird resounds across the night, giving us feeble and desperate humans hope that spring would soon arrive once more. Even in the time it takes for the smile to pull my lips at the sound of the hidden bird, I feel the world become darker and darker, the bird's calls becoming less and less frequent, until the world now lies silent. The warm glow from the lamp in the corner begins to shine bright in its reflection on the glass in front of me, making the fading universe outside even less visible. It is nice to feel the silence, that emptiness that feels so whole, that fullness that makes me feel so empty.
It’s odd being in the house alone at night. During the day, there is always some sort of amusing kerfuff
ApprehensionI'm sorry I hurt you.Apprehension4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sorry you cared.
I don't know why I did it,
I think I was just so scared.
I didn't know what else to do,
and I definately didn't want to worry you;
So I hid from your sight,
behind a mask filled with smiles and delight.
But when I was most vulnerable,
and my mask began to fade;
You saw what I had been doing
much to your dismay.
Your voice, both gentle and soft
with that look of gloom
made me start to swoon.
I didn't realise it would effect you so great
but you still held me straight.
I had to turn around and go away.
I couldn't handle this tragic story.
But before I left, I heard you say,
"I love you more and more each day"
Once again I broke down
and left him there all alone.
I needed to think
and when I did,
I rushed back to where it all began,
only to realise he was gone
and I was to travel along this path alone.
It was all my fault;
I couldn't believe it.
And now I lost my one true soul.
You're always covered in grease! RivaillexReader 8Levi's P.O.VYou're always covered in grease! RivaillexReader 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was now near dinner time, and I sat myself down, with a cup of tea, next to Hanji who was still as energetic as before.
She turned her head towards me and smiled, laying an elbow down on the table followed by leaning the side of her cheek in the palm of her hands.
"What?" I mumbled under my breath annoyed at her actions, I noticed her smile wasn't one of happiness or joy, but of mischeviouse and trouble and I cocked an eye brow, waiting for her answer.
"Oh nothing...just been hearing rumors...that's all..." The women sang in a truanting voice.
My head perked up just a little bit but I rolled my eyes somewhat before reaching down at the cup in front of me and bringing it up to my lips.
"You know I could give a rats ass about rumors...." I huffed out before taking a sip of the warm tea.
"Oh, but it's not just any rumor~ it's about you and (y/n)" she retorted while a small gleam appeared in her eyes.
All Movement in my body stopped for a
.sooner or later,.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
thirteen monthsyou remind me of drivingthirteen months2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through country lanes in the
dead of the night
knees drawn to my chest
and the radio static filling
the spaces between my
and the staccato jolts
of the car might be
unsettling but they never
leave me as restless as
the way your lips used to
curve around the sound of
unfortunatelyi want to break your heart with words but,unfortunately5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know the only way i would be able to,
is to shove a fucking book through your chest.
you can't piece the celestial sphere back togethershe started with the universe.you can't piece the celestial sphere back together2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so it began:
words fell out of her ears like bass
and she crashed.
she was only trying to balance the
planets on her shoulders,
only trying to line them
up like mountain ridges along
the backs of her arms
she threw moons out of orbit and
strode right through jupiter,
she grabbed andromeda by the
hand and she kissed him on
she played football with the
black hole in the middle of the
milky way and laughed as her foot
got stuck when time slowed down.
it was only when she'd held the last
of all the stars in her hands,
only when she'd blown away all the nebulae
like birthday candles
that the cosmos
was plunged into
and she didn't know,
but for millennia afterwards,
the intangible and invisible universe
that was running parallel right next to her
told endless and infinite stories
about the girl who cried
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
COM: Jealous!Romano X Reader [Prometto]COM: Jealous!Romano X Reader [Prometto]8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Having been in a relationship with Romano for over a year now, you were fully aware of his personality and tendencies that revealed themselves over that time period. How he would deny anything if it made him look “uncool” and how he pouted until he received what he was pouting for. You came to the conclusion that, just like his brothers, he was stuck as a child, but most of the time you didn’t mind.
Other times it was all you could do to not walk away from him.
“Don’t you fucking look at my girl again, you bastard!”
With a heavy sigh, you brought your fingers to your forehead, massaging the skin in attempt to keep the splitting headache at bay that you acquired from his screaming for the last five minutes. He had caught the young blonde waiter staring at you when the two of you stopped a homely cafe and restaurant. The man had seated you two, and commented on your outfit and hair. The autumn weather was beginning to get cold and rainy, so you
EnglandXReader -Conections- ONE SHOTEnglandXReader -Conections- ONE SHOT2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Arthur!" you yelled to your Corgie, it barks back to you and comes to you jumping on your leg. You bend down and ruff his hair between his ears. "Ruff, ruff!" you loved your dog so much. You and he have been together ever since you were little. But one day your dog didn't seem like himself so you went to take him to the local vet "Is he okay?" the doctor looks to you then at your dog sadly "I think it might be his time.." you froze at the doctors words.
You knew this day would come, but not this soon "Would you like for him to go on his own, or would you like for us to put him to sleep?" you think deep, how would your dog want to go? it took a while but you finally answered "I'll take him home" That night you laid beside your dog on the floor petting him slowly "Arthur, your such a good dog you know that?" his eyes start to shut slowly, you notice and your eyes start to water
"Boy, be good up their okay? and if you want..." you feel his body stop breathing "I'll miss you Arthu
a brief progression of timeit has been one year.a brief progression of time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i look a lot older now, and
i feel aged. i am
the yellowed pages of
your memoirs, and
you are just another
dark ring around my
you make me feel like
i really know nothing
at all, like everything
i was so sure of was
a glacier of untruths
begging to be melted by the
sun, by the truth, the
one i tried so hard
not to see, but
pierced into my shade
i feel like i've forgotten,
and it hurts. i stretch
my body the wrong
way and i give myself
head rush and for a second,
my whole body goes limp
and i can't feel a thing,
as though i have
forgotten how to.
it's the most blissful i've
it has been one year. i
learned how to write
happier songs and my hair
is longer. a few realisations
have hit me hard in my belly
where laughter used to ring
from whenever we spoke,
and from where sobs would cascade
out of me whenever you breathed
away from me.
it has been one year and
sometimes i still cry.
it has been one year and
the only thing i really learned
Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesForced to hide,Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In shadows dark.
Forced to thrive,
Under Central Park.
Saviors of man,
In his time of need.
Fighter of evil,
Until they bleed.
Symbol of blue,
Brave and bold.
Leader of green,
Fire of red,
Talk and fight.
Never quick to surrender,
Though quick to bite.
Band of purple,
Kind and true.
Scientific and wise,
Technologically advanced and often looked to.
Color of orange,
Bubbly and bright.
The goof of the team,
Always filled with delight.
Hidden heroes dwell.
Hides turtle shell.
They are nothing,
With one gone.
Though all together,
They can pull on.
The mutant heroes--
The pillars of a tower--
Hold up the town.
With their Turtle Power.
PassengersAt the bus stop, jacket locked and droppedPassengers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over my thighs
Like rain – skies tearing up
Ready for another blur and b-b-b-blurting out session
Dull midnight highwayman pulls over.
The origami doors fold out
To take me in
And after banter with the bus driver,
Like tea leaves.
The aisle is coated
In Metro and rain d-d-d-drops d-d-d-dropping
Atop heads and webs
And I'm greeted by mistakes
And the braveheart mum who weans
Her baby off the idea that he'll ever
Catch a taxi.
The Queen isn't
In their eyes
Because they're blinded
By business of
And God is at the back,
Trying to s-s-s-speak,
But people put
A muzzle on
Him years ago,
Choosing to flow
Like the d-d-d-downpour
Forward -- Forward -- Forward
Without smelling roses.
There's no time for church
While the sky sh-sh-sh-sheds itself
D-d-d-damp and due
For more dew
Through and through
And the Calpol is almost
CEO vs The BoardMy mental illnesses are a board of directorsCEO vs The Board2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Overseeing my vast and complicated brain as if it were a company.
Anxiety is the guy who was hired to be creative,
To come up with all the what-ifs, the hypotheticals.
He's rarely right but they all think he's good to have around.
The CEO disagrees.
Bipolar is a scatterbrained woman who's always the last
To make up her mind
And most of time after she does, she changes it.
Often more than once.
She's an inconvenience but they all think she's good to have around.
The CEO disagrees.
PTSD has a photographic memory and she never forgets
An event, a word, a smell, a feeling
The most random thing will remind her of one of these
And she doesn't hesitate to bring them up at the most inopportune of times.
She's annoying and distracting but they all think she's good to have around.
The CEO disagrees.
Depression is the head of the board who feeds off the actions of all the others
Then twists them around and makes it all about him,
how it made him feel s
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am somebody.
I am somebody who loves to learn.
I am somebody who is afraid of being burnt.
I am somebody with no father.
I am somebody afraid to be a bother.
I am somebody who loves dreaming at the sky.
I am somebody who is always asking "Why?"
Why are they the way they are?
Why won't they try to go very far?
Why can't they see there is more to life than you?
Why can't they see that they will make it through?
Who am I?
I am nobody.
I am the person who never gets a letter.
I am the person whose name you can't remember.
I am the face you cannot place.
I am the one who sets her own pace.
I am the one who doesn't try fit in.
Fit in with all of the deceit and sin.
Who am I?
I am everyone.
I am the poet dreaming impossible dreams.
I am the skeptic who knows nothing is as it seems.
I am the optimist who believes in better days.
I am the realist who sees the world in shades of gray.
I am the patient one who waits 'till the time is right.
I am the pacifist who doesn't
Ripped ApartRipped Apart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch in silence as he rips her apart..limb by limb. The sound of crunching and blood splattering was almost too much to bare.
You're next. I hear the voice inside my head scream.
"Please! Please don't subject me to such arbitral wickedness! I beg of you, I'll do anything you wish." I cried. The creature dropped the carcass and turned to me. Her body was so twisted and disfigured, I couldn't bare to look again.
It's your turn now! You didn't help her.. the reek of betrayal was strong in the air, almost too thick to breathe in.
"Do what you wish to me.. It doesn't matter anymore." I fell to my knees crying. It came closer, smelling the fear that covered me. I knew it was over, yet something inside me screamed to keep fighting. While it slowly tore at my skin I tried to distance myself, thinking of the old days when I was safe and warm in my bed. Nothing could ever harm me..the monsters were never real and I..was happy. A tear fell upon the floor, mixing wit
skin tight dreamsevery may we let the revolutions permeate under our eyelids, every hinting of sunsets and moonsets. we'll collapse into each other until we've smashed into thousands of living puzzle pieces on the sand, lost in the world. when we're together we're never more alone, but i believe this is real.skin tight dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i believe in the way my heart races, the pending solipsism pressing deep under my skin; all i've ever wanted was for you to be real. i'll be the gossamer of all your teenage dreams, i'll keep them in my stomach where they gestate into caterpillars, butterflies, youth.
you'll turn them out when you unzip me, and they'll never look back. they float, vines in the sea where we sleep. i love how they never look back, not once. their wings break you. i never knew i'd make your heart race for hours, fleshy and hollow inside the coffin of your chest. i'm not lovely.
you'll race inside for who we are, for these teenage dreams, for our minds. they misunderstand touch, the tunnels we channel to the past, whe
This is not my faultMy family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too lateThis is not my fault2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I can no longer distinguish what is real and what is not
Sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I think I am a person with powers
Sometimes I have the urge to throw myself off the stairs
But all this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
Oh, to Be a BirdOh, to be a bird,Oh, to Be a Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying above the trees.
I envy you, my feathered friend.
Your very soul must soar high with you,
Out of reach of those who would dare ground such hope.
For that is what you are, little angel.
To us who are bound to the Earth and the seas,
You are hope.
We look to you, my friend.
Fly free, for in our hearts we follow you,
A symbol of all we hold dear in this life.
Oh, to be free as a bird.
In my heart, that is all I wish to be.
Hick (Daryl Dixon x reader)Hick (Daryl Dixon x reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You shot an arrow at one of the walkers who wanted to break into prison grounds. You sighed and took another arrow. You aimed again.
-Don’t waste your arrows, you will need them later
Startled, you dropped your bow and arrows and stood up. You turned around, meeting green eyes.
-If you do that one more time, Daryl, then…
-What? Shoot me? I could beat ya with one hand!
-Yeah? Then let’s try!
-Try? You didn’t even notice me coming here.
You glared at him and put hands on your waist.
-So you came here for something important?
-Is stealing a kiss from a certain Princess important enough?- he smirked.
You punched him playfully on his arm and smiled.
-What, won’t you give a kiss to your knight in shining armor?
-You mean m
The MirrorIllustrious flickersThe Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glinting the mirage of your insanity
I catch the waves
in the air
You are a frog's tongue
But I, I am the mirror -
watching your joy
wistful and longing to take part
I am as the creek; lovingly massaging
the rock below
And while I am
but the mirror
I can see the darkness cast aside
I can see you shun
all but your wick;
I can see you shun your wax
For I am your mirror.