The Shattered LoveThere was a boy made of metal with a heart of glassThe Shattered Love11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who thought he was invincible.
he lived recklessly with no regard for others.
There was a girl made of glass with a heart of metal
who knew she was fragile.
she was quiet and cautious and isolated herself.
One day by chance
the two met
and shortly thereafter they fell deeply in love.
The boy fell more and more in love,
while the girl felt her love for him dwindle
until she simply couldn't love him anymore.
The girl with the heart made of metal left the boy.
There is a boy made of metal with a heart of shattered glass
who knows he is broken.
he tries to tape his heart back together.
There is a girl made of glass with a heart of metal
who knows she can be fragile
she is a little happier and a little less alone.
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badlyA Letter to My Best Friend2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
She Killed Him With LettersHis days were slim,She Killed Him With Letters11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And his nights
But he was not
destined to be
Why not? You ask,
Couldn't he have
No I respond,
He was doomed
from the start
to die by letters.
Murder she wrote,
I saw her kill him
10:59if you by chance10:5910 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
locked away in their own
let them be- it might be
than the outside
PressureI tried to smilePressure11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
and I pretend it's alright
but we both now
that nothing is okay
If I don't, I know you'll be angry
You'll look at me with that frustrated expression of yours
And tell me things that I've known for years but never seemed to do
I'm not a good little girl
I can't take it
I'm not as good as that person over there
I've never been the best at anything that didn't make me happy
I can't get the honor rolls
I can't do my homework right
I can't even interact properly
All these years, I've tried to ask for help
But no one understood
So I gave up
But now that I have the chance to ask for help
...I don't know how to ask
How could I possibly let you know
That all these years I've been shunned
Not by you, but by others
those who found that I was too childish to be around
The one who never seemed to grow up
I'm sorry I'm such a naive girl
I'm sorry I seem to lazy and unreliable
I'm sorry that I can't seem to get anything right
Unfortunately I'm that girl
Remember UsWhen you go home, IRemember Us11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
hope you look up to the stars
and remember us.
elephant (puppet talk)i have an elephant in my head.elephant (puppet talk)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there is always room
for one more thought
and one more anxiety
and one more insecurity
and one more memory
and one more flashback
and one more--
no. i don’t talk about that stuff.
i never talk about that.
i don’t like talking about it
but i’ve never been able
to hide the elephant in my head
because it’s reminiscent
of puppet talk.
my face says it all,
my emotions pulling the strings
as if i’m nothing more
than a marionette.
because most days, in truth,
i feel as though
i am nothing more than a puppet
with elephants in his head
aimed to please
like i’m dumbo.
(or whatever the story is
because i’ve never seen
that silly little movie.)
i take my distractions for granted
because like oxygen,
you don’t realize it is there
until you need it most.
and like breathing
i don’t notice loneliness
until i’m left in my bedroom
sleeping my entire day away
so i don’t have to
Night SkyPaint me a story of words,Night Sky11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience.
The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey.
Hands will be joined together under
the light of the Haley’s Comet.
The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon,
we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.
The MonsterI don’t want to hurt you anymore.The Monster11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you make me?
I can’t control myself and you know it.
Why do you push me?
I try to leave.
I try to retreat into the comfort of solitude.
My own private nirvana locked behind these four walls.
But you won’t have it.
You chase me.
You corner me.
You laugh and you point.
You tear me down.
I can’t escape.
It’s driving me mad.
I can feel it start happening again.
I hate you.
Like a wounded animal, I lash out.
I rip away everything you hold dear.
I destroy everything you love.
I end you.
There is nothing left now.
Only silence holds dominion.
The rain steadily falls and my tears are lost in the middle.
Who is the real monster?
.you buried me deep and called it a triumph,.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you never realized -
I'm a seed.
Spain X Reader - Tarzan CH.1Chapter 1 - Son of ManSpain X Reader - Tarzan CH.17 months ago in Romance More Like This
You yawned, shifting in your spot, but felt the surface you were on to be hard. Actually, not only was that strange, but the air felt humid. You heard the wind rustling lives and the sound of a waterfall nearby. But last you checked, weren't you in a library. You slowly sat up and peeked your eyes open.
You yelped when you found yourself up in a vine covered tree. You looked around and your eyes widened at your attire. You wore what seemed to be animal skins and just enough to cover the parts that needed to be covered. They didn't feel loose, so you didn't have to worry about them slipping off. Luckily.
You also found that your muscles were more toned and your hands and feet had a lot more calluses. With this new knowledge and the knowing you were obviously in a dream, you grabbed onto one of the tree's vines.
~Oh the power to be strong and the wisdom to be wise, all these things will come to you in time. On this journey that you're making, there'll be answers th
Perfectly FlawedYou are not perfect.Perfectly Flawed11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are not flawless.
You are, in fact,
Excuse me if I am
But it’s true.
As there are stars in the sky,
And no matter how hard
You will always have flaws.
And that’s okay;
You cannot have a solar system
Just as you cannot have a warrior
We all have flaws
We cannot control,
And even ones we can.
And that’s okay.
Because tomorrow and today,
They are the stitches in the fabric
Of your being
And I think you are all the more beautiful
That your flaws are as important
As your perfections.
Estonia X Reader - Atlantis CH.1Chapter 1 - StrandedEstonia X Reader - Atlantis CH.13 months ago in Romance More Like This
It started off with you going to the library with your friend, you didn't expect yourself to end up here. You couldn't comprehend where you were, because of the abstract structures, flashing lights, and the huge tsunami headed your way. Yeah, you couldn't really focus at the moment. Your hair whipped around you, as you looked around the area. You saw a glimpse of your mom running off, before your dad came into your vision.
"Look away, ___!" He covered your eyes and you blacked out.
You felt your bare back against the sand and flinched. You could smell fresh sea salt and could only guess you were on a beach. You forced your tired eyes open to meet a cloudy sky, it almost looked like it was going to rain. You sat up and felt a pain go through your head. You quickly held it and tried to figure out where you were.
Just a minute ago you were at the library, but now you were at the beach. You didn't think the library was close to any beaches... And what about that othe
Painful LovePainful Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear friend, how much I love you; still
not velvet-like they feel, your paws
while in my hair your raking claws
rip out whole strands with cruel skill.
You're purring, much to my delight
while dangling right before my face
your hairy tail despite its grace
now makes me sneeze and blocks my sight.
My little kitty, cute and sweet,
my head is aching from your weight.
Why should you bother what I've said,
knowing you'll always get your treat?
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Yarn - StoryYarn - Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.
This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!
Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.
However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. O
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
SometimesSometimes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Sometimes I want to change the past
Sometimes I regret
And sometimes I'm hurt
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I Hate
And sometimes I'm emotional
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I hope
sometimes I dream
And sometimes I crawl
But in the end
I'm still me
And if you want to change that
Then I got two words for you
God's JusticeGod is the JudgeGod's Justice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the King of His court
sin is like crime
and so you fall short
The law is His Word
the absolute Truth
ignorance of it
does not exempt you
You commit crime
you have broke the Law
all of these times
you cannot absolve
Freedom is Heaven
prison is Hell
a fair righteous Judge
should give you a cell
But there is someone
who'll stand up for you
who's been in this life
knows what you go through
Jesus is here
as your attorney
He'll vouch for you
and He won't charge a fee
Because what He does
He does out of love
so you can enjoy
His Heaven above
How can you do so
if you decline Him?
for your sins are great
but He cleanses sin
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
A Mother's LoveShe looked up, blinking her sleepy eyes open. She could see the sun rising, rays of light slowly seeping through the clouds. The day was beginning.A Mother's Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She looked down at the three small ruffled bundles of fur curled up beside her, shifting and mewling quietly as they dreamt. The she-cat bent down to sniff at them, and they woke up instantly.
The kittens had a striking resemblance to their mother; long brown tabby stripes. One of them had long fur and only one brown stripe like its father.
She got up and stretched, widening her jaws into a yawn. Shaking her pelt, she turned to face her kittens, whom were stretching and yawning. The she-cat stretched out a paw to pull one of the kittens closer to her, and began licking its fur. The kitten mewled and struggled against her tongue, but its mother had a good grip on him and released him when she was done. She did the same with the other two.
The kittens started sniffing at their mother, hoping for some food. They were old enough to eat prey, if
how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve