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
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
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.
Germany x Reader: Solace_________ knew there was something wrong when he entered the house. She heard Ludwig close the front door and slip his shoes off with a heavy sigh. She propped herself on an elbow and looked toward the bedroom door, tempted to get up and go down the hallway to welcome her lover home, to find out what was wrong.Germany x Reader: Solace1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She had noticed it since this morning. When she served him breakfast, he didnt smile but thanked her and remained silent while they ate. Later, as he got ready to go to the meeting, he had an odd air about him. She watched him as he had slipped his jacket on and you could see a look in his icy, cerulean eyes. The blue seemed a deeper shade and the ice in them was more than just frosty or cold. Even when she kissed him good bye and wished him luck as he left, she didnt see the look disappear. When she thought about it, he seemed a lot like this yesterday too.
________ frowned, trying to think of what it could be. Usually when he was stressed with work he would go into
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
Ripped ApartRipped Apart2 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
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
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
Mafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte VMafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte V3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Seriously...?" you blinked two times.
"Yes. We MUST go there." Arthur said. He told you about a not-so-interesting-event. A masquerade party. It wasn't a job, why bother to go there? All you have to do is chat with rich people, hit some guys or blah blah blah but in the end, Arthur mentioned about assassinating a company president. Your face brighten up. This is going to be fun, you thought. You were informed by Arthur about the details regarding the masquerade ball. Rich people will be there so that means it'll hard for you guys to locate the target which is the company president. It's a masked party on the top of that, which it made it harder. Not to mention, you predicted about a slight chance that Lovino Vargas will be there. 'What was his face looked like again?' you couldn't even remember that arrogant face he's always wearing. What was it again? Oh, you don't even want to remember that too. You selected a few men to come with you. Of course, including those 6 monsters.
Empty PromisesHe promised that he would be there for me,Empty Promises3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that he would never leave me, never go away.
He said that he would never hurt me.
He said that he would protect me
from the cruelty of the world.
He crushed my soul into a thousand pieces.
But that was a long time ago.
Now I realise;
he opened my eyes to the world.
He made me stronger.
He made me realise that life isn't a fairytale,
and that happy endings don't happen without work.
Those empty promises that he made
weren't so empty after all.
This is not my faultMy family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too lateThis is not my fault1 year 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
WanderlustI've been sleeping with my jeans onWanderlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and seatbelt unbuckled,
So I can leave early
before my regret wakes.
In the check-in, on the road,
I distract myself
Walk, go, leave
go further, leave again
I like my life
I never meant to break your
(steady and warm)
But truer ways of joy I found
on the road,
in long railways and stranger tongues
And I'm sorry that we never
Quite catch up with each other.
I never loved goodbyes,
but I love leaving all behind
In the movement I found tranquility,
easing for this burn.
Don't think I'll be able
To ever forget you, no
You're like Venus in the nightly sky,
guiding with your sulphur burn -
you left a mark in me,
in the air I breathe
Though we never quite catch up,
we never quite meet.
And it breaks my heart either way;
I don't want to leave,
but I cannot stay.
on greeting the out-landerit requires a benign acquiescenceon greeting the out-lander1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to regard the perception of others,
so much different from one's own:
ours is not to wear their shoes,
but to welcome the foreign feet
that settle here - far from home,
where we at best would interlope,
feel at odds, might barely cope,
yet should gain at least a modicum
of empathy, grace and decorum...
as that humble, hopeful immigrant
llp - dA - sep2013
DD - nov14/2013
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.Depression (in Eight Parts)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,Love Letters On the Train2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
The Original List of Themes1. IntroductionThe Original List of Themes6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
3. Making History
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
15. Seeking Solace
20. My Inspiration
21. Never Again
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
27. Lost and Found
33. Seeing Red
34. Shades of Grey
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
41. Fork in the road
43. Nature's Fury
44. At Peace
45. Heart Song
48. Everyday Magic
51. Troubling Thoughts
52. Stirring of the Wind
54. Health and Healing
56. Everything For You
57. Slow Down
58. Heartfelt Apology
62. Irregular Orbit
63. Cold Embrace
65. A Moment in Time
66. Dangerous Territory
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.because i love you.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
maybe you're fireworks that sparkle and light up the july sky - but unlike fireworks, you'll keep glowing into forever.
or maybe youre just you, and thats more than enough.
i know there's magic in the world.
i'd give you a rainbow if it erased the gray days; i'd give you a mirror if it made you see how wonderful you really