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.
thirteen monthsyou remind me of drivingthirteen months1 year 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
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.
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
.sooner or later,.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
she didn't believe in anything but cigarettesmy mother tells me notshe didn't believe in anything but cigarettes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to cry over spilled milk
but it makes it so much
easier to forget about
the bloody bird laying
dead on the bathroom tile
AlmostIt's in the way you meet my eyes,Almost4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the rest of the world melts away.
Right before we almost poured our hearts out.
It's in the way the smirk formed over your face
During the last dip
In that dance that we almost got to finish.
The way our hands touched for just one instant
Where times' hands finally rested
As I almost couldn't tell if it was deliberate or accidental.
The way you wouldn't look me in the eye
Your hand ready for flight on the doorknob
And I almost asked you to stay.
Unsure looks with unanswered questions
Silence like the smoke after a battle
Because you almost thought I had changed.
Looking at the moon like it has the answers
Wishing on airplanes for a restart when it's not an option
Because I almost thought I had changed.
Admiration from afar only works for so long
When your heart bleeds from the inside
And you rip it open claiming it was almost out of love.
With you, ignorance is bliss
And I regrettably can't bl
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
you can't piece the celestial sphere back togethershe started with the universe.you can't piece the celestial sphere back together1 year 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
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.
One of MineTitle: One of MineOne of Mine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author's Notes: I don't own anything you recognize.
Tf rare pairing Prompt - Optimus/Bulkhead You're one of mine
Whenever Bulkhead felt like he was going off the deep end he ran to Optimus. Optimus claimed each one of their group. Thoroughly, entirely. Spent a whole night making them understand who they belonged to, who owned them.
Bulkhead needed that. He needed someone to claim him, to slam him to the ground and pin his arms above his head and growl into his audials.
"You're mine Bulkhead."
Needed the presence of the Prime to force its way into his very spark, to eradicate any and all doubts because he belonged to Optimus in a way that he'd never belonged to anyone ever before. They all did. Whenever one of them started to doubt, Optimus would pin them down and stake his claim. In the middle of the main room, with the others watching, he would claim
the split the spread the threadyou were standing in the lamplight with all the grace and incident of the black seathe split the spread the thread2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i sat with a scrape of skin pressing into the carpet uncomfortably.
a shift of light moved us quietly into arms, some forgotten touch newly placed.
the only stirring in all the world was the moving of our chests
which at their crests would touch—a faithful mythology of meeting.
titular gestures carried italics and lost their momentum mid-air.
we were xerics of this arid landscape brimmed with sea air.
the shifts of light moving our bodies glared ceremoniously,
our puckering sensations forming a stunning tear.
we danced as statues with flesh and touch
more soft and real than our real bodies ever had
and covered the subway floor with our gritty concrete shards
—a bloom of breaking that spread and mixed and marked
that linoleum floor, grounded stone(fire)works.
a warm and gathered silence of togetherness.
the still beat of murk.
you are, you will bethis is meant to be heard: https://soundcloud.com/c-e-moore/you-are-you-will-be-by-your-methamphetamineyou are, you will be1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
try again with more
conviction this time.
my body is beautiful;
its curves ascend more than the rugged
fall like contradictions from a politically
incorrect statement, my body is the
pavement of my mind's highway but these
trapped under the debris of
(not self-esteem, that requires
a mind-heart team effort)
my lips have kissed all kinds of
royalty; my hands have polished enough
crowns and sworn fealty to the right
people. my loyal legs once opened wider
for you to go deeper but I don't like
thinking about that, I don't like
start over and this time,
my body is beautiful; have you
seen how my hipbones curve like
(when you find me stuck between your
gravestone-teeth, will you promise to be
break me homolytically?)
seen how my thighs purge out of
crosswords + dot-to-dots.two a.m,crosswords + dot-to-dots.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your kitchen,
lighting cigarettes on your stove.
i'm thankful for
or your arms wouldn't be
holding me close.
time is as long as
this cigarette will allow -
is here & now.
with each flick
of my wrist,
my eyes do the same -
from your clothes
to your oceanic eyes
to your sunken in face.
i want your taste -
but ashes linger
in my mouth
& your hand headed south
& i guess we were playing
i searched for the words
to fill your
but you searched for
my body's beginning
to connect its dots.
CEO vs The BoardMy mental illnesses are a board of directorsCEO vs The Board1 year 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
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
I Stole His Heart And Now He Wants MineI Stole His Heart And Now He Wants Mine1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Stole His Heart And Now He Wants Mine
(China x Reader)
Based off of the song 'Steal his heart'
You guys should listen to it to get that vibe!
“Is he here yet?” I asked my best friend Mai.
“No, not yet (f/n). Are you sure you wanna do this?” I nodded, eyes locked on my feet as I stuck them in my boots.
“Of course! This is the only way!” I giggled at her startled face, she cracked a smile.
“He’s here.” Without another word I Threw on my coat before dashing to the front of my yard.
Waiting for him to put his bike break on I smiled.
“Ni hao (f/n). How are you today?” I watched as his eyes brightened at the sight of me.
“I’m great and you?” He wiped some sweat from his brow.
“I’ve had better days, but I feel as th
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.
Zacharie x Reader-Wanna Buy Something?Oh no. He’s at it again. He’s going to hunt you down, and there will be no escape. All the people in this vicinity are about to be...creditless.Zacharie x Reader-Wanna Buy Something?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“_______! Would you like to buy anything, amigo?~”
“No Zacharie, I don’t need anything.”
“Nothing? How about...playing cards?”
“A pair of sunglasses?”
“A baseball bat, gently used?”
You considered it for a moment (you could always hit him upside the head with it) but you heard The Batter’s enraged yell from across the room and decided against it.
“Ah, well. I suppose there’s nothing I could sell you...” He looked at you, his mask surely hiding disappointment.
“Oh, it’s alright. C’mon, don’t be sad, i’ll give you some.” You sat him on a bench next to you and pulled some credits out from your pocket. Grabbing his hand, you opened