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.
.sooner or later,.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
Like Never BeforeI shall notLike Never Before2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To darkness give in
Don't make me be
That monster of sin
Don't drag me
Through hell and through more
Must make my stand
Like never before
I shall not
To hatred give in
Don't force me to be
The monster within
Don't put me
Through despair and more
Must make my stand
Like never before
I shall not
To loathing give in
Do not unleash
The darkness so grim
Don't give me
Must make my stand
Like never before
PassengersAt the bus stop, jacket locked and droppedPassengers2 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
The End of the RoadThe End of the Road2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life. A journey that everybody takes. Whether it be a dangerous trek through icy snow-capped mountains, or light and carefree like the whistling wind. I like to think of my life as a journey through a vast and majestic forest.
Living is not an easy thing. There are always never-ending problems that we must face. Just when life seems to be turning out for the better, you turn a corner on your path of life, and encounter another roaring and violent stream to cross. How do we cross this river? I can’t say. It’s different for everyone. Some might simply turn back and look for another path, others might venture in and struggle to swim across, or for some it is a darker fate and they simply give up on life and drown. Me? No matter how long it takes for me to get across, I build a bridge of steady confidence to overcome the traumas and difficulties of life.
I have come across many things and taken many different paths through this forest of life. Places that were filled with jovia
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
The nature of inspirationWhen was the last timeThe nature of inspiration2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You heard the word 'erection' in poetry?
I think it was a while back
Between the pages
I mean "humans" don't even play
Or just rise to the thirteen year old tree-house
Inside us all
Where politeness is a foul facade
And we aren't afraid of our fingers.
We prioritise the silhouettes
The way pressing pen into paper
Made us so
And out of
Inspiration isn't a pretty, pristine river...
And it's about time we became
It's about time
We let up
And let it
Burn us up
Turn us on
Turn us up
Our wobbly bits
Into an aphrodisiac
So if there's any P.S.
Poetry can teach you
the word 'erection'.
PoisonTwelve... Into your food you delve.Poison1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eleven... You bite into heaven.
Ten... You abandon your men.
Nine... You feel just fine.
Eight... Wait, you can't see straight.
Seven... You should have never gone past eleven.
Six... The clock tick, tick, ticks...
Five... You try to survive.
Four... Your body hits the floor.
Three... You can't see.
Two... Your breaths are few.
One... And now we're done.
A Delightfully Obscene LifeA Delightfully Obscene Life12 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
By the time highschool ended I had already become some sort of urban legend. There were rumors of many incidents that involved me, directly or indirectly, that made people believe there was some kind of curse around me. The truth is I never did half the things they swore they had seen me do, and the other half was altered and exagerated. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the status and the power that came with it: some feared me, some worshipped me, many hated me, but all of them respected me.
Now, all legends have some truth to them, and my case wasn't at all the exception. I was always seen as the beautifulest encarnation of corruption, some kind of sick fallen angel. I posessed a number of intrisic qualities that awarded me with that mysterious and unholy condition. My mouth was lust and hatred at the same time, my eyes were just like dead sweetness, my voice was so harsh and apathetic that every word sounded like the beautifulest song. Both men and women wanted me, but not many were screwed
Mischief Managed (Daryl Dixon x Reader)Chatter filled the room as you walked in, your little cousin Ben trailing behind you. He was nine years old and had no problems at all adjusting to the new group, unlike you. It had been already half a month since you’d moved to the prison, being a resident of Woodbury beforehand. Still it felt strange sharing a roof with the former enemy, but of course you knew they had been right about the governor. You sat down next to Carol, who you’d taken an instant liking to, despite the age difference. Maybe it was because she reminded you of your mother. You smiled at her and thanked her for the cereal she was handing you and Ben.Mischief Managed (Daryl Dixon x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
When you started to eat you suddenly felt someone watching you, and when you looked up you noticed a certain hunter staring at you from across the table. Oh shit. Daryl was the unofficial leader of the group; He was the one who made sure you had enough to eat; who went on every single run, no matter if it was for supplies or for protection. He was like a
FranceXReader LiveThe night was illuminated by a haunting blaze. People were murmuring and shouting. I ran towards the crowd, they kept screaming; witch, damnation, sinner. My heart was aching, my head was weary. The people parted as I ran, when I got to the middle...the center of the crowd. I saw...I saw my beloved. She was tied to a stake, her eyes filled with fear. Her wrists were raw from trying to escape. The flames, the fire, consumed everything in it path. I stopped, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do anything to save her it was to late. I grasped at my heart trying to keep it at bay. I looked at her eyes, she looked in so much pain. She looked at me with tears falling down her face. "It's okay.", she mouthed. She then was bathed in orange. The initial shock faded and left me in despair. I tried reaching out to her, my hand nearing the warmth. "Joan!", the heat of the flames clashed with my tears.FranceXReader Live2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm so sorry."
"Francis! Francis! Wake up!"
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to findGilded cage2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie and indulge happily in your youth
Or live on begrudgingly knowing the truth?
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
the art of missing you.he wakes up one day to find you gone. perched on top of your the pillow next to his, he finds a small note, paper curled up on its side. it read;the art of missing you.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'm sorry to inform you, but your name has been taken away.
he blinks in disbelief at the slip of paper in his hand. kicking the covers off, he bolts out of bed and runs through the house, checking closets, cupboards, the shower. he ends up in front of the shoe cupboard, with a look of shock permanently seared into his face.
with you, he laughs and runs full pelt into the ocean, uncaring if the water splashes directly into his eyes or if he loses his ice cream cone in the tinkling water.
without you, he takes a step at a time, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and flinches as the frosty water laps at his toes.
with you, he sleeps soundly through the sounds of the shower, the banging of closet doors, but he doesn't sleep through the smell of breakfast.
without you, he finds himself awake at the ex
Castiel x Reader :: Human :: The rain pelted down against the small window as you looked down at the broken man before you. He looked so small and fragile—no longer the powerful angel he once was. Seeing him like this broke your heart into pieces, but you knew that you had to be strong for him. He was supposed to be helping save the world, not laying motionless and weak in a hospital bed. All you wanted to do was hold him and cry.Castiel x Reader :: Human ::2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, Cas,” you whispered, lightly moving back his hair from his damaged forehead.
Hours had passed and he was still unconscious. Worry and fear had suppressed all other emotions, never allowing a peaceful thought to cross your mind. No matter how hard you tried, the thought of Cas not making it out of this alive was always lingering in the back of your mind.
Over the few years you had known him, Castiel had become one of the most important things in your life. Whereas Sam and Dean were your family, Castiel was so much