To the days where books couldn't heal Usually it's easy to live without you. I wake up with my baby nephew shaking and hugging and poking me because he wants to play with me and I have to comply because he's too adorable. Mum's bacon sandwich always makes me happy because come on, it's bacon.To the days where books couldn't heal8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But not today. Today feels like asphalt dust just blows up on my face when I speed to town. Today feels like the gears on clocks stop working and my eyes are thunderstorms and lightnings. I couldn't see or feel, but they are overflowing with the madness of static movement. I think I'm going to crash, and I'm terrified because I don't think I mind it so much.
Maybe I'm not someone to be noticed.
I don't know why my spine is curved into the shape of a wilted rose, or why my books seem to trigger me into another parallel
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I am frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins or icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs.Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry)8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Because there is none. I didn't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed and heart broken, because at least sadness could prove that I did love him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that is what I know, that is the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.22"Have you seen Vanaheim's suns?"The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.222 years ago in Romance More Like This
You're reclining upon the windowsill the next day, a soft breeze tickling your face.
"And its rivers flow through the realm?"
Somewhere across the courtyard Lyssa is singing, her voice echoing through the trees.
"Does the forest guard your secrets,"
The afternoon sun peeks through the trees, casting dappled shadows upon the courtiers milling about the paths.
"As it does mine."
Truman, a baby no longer, sits at your feet, a book in hand.
"Have you been washed by the Rains of Vanaheim?"
Your mother walks in with Edwechon. Lazily turning your head to look at them, you are struck by how similar they are in stature. The differences in their personalities make it easy to forget the fact that they are siblings. "Mother," you acknowledge, smiling. "Uncle. I trust the day is treating you well?"
"Even better than it is treating you, I
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.20 The remainder of your time in Asgard is a blur. You vaguely hear Edwechon speaking of the Fire Giants, Odin offering condolences, Lyssa sobbing uncontrollably. You float about in a daze, occasionally drifting to awareness.The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.202 years ago in Romance More Like This
They take you to see him, lying pale and still in the healing rooms. His strong features are not yet softened by death, and for a brief moment you foolishly hope that he will once again draw breath, that the eyes will open and the handsome mouth will part in laughter as he'll draw you into his arms. Come, let us return to Eryncelon and meet your new sibling...
But the eyes remain shut, the mouth does not open, and his arms are limp by his side on the wooden litter as you go down the Bifrost, each step taking you closer to home and heartbreak.
As the rainbow bridge buzzes around you, you think with regret that you weren't able to say farewell to the princes. But then the surge of energy pulls y
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.27 "It really wasn't as big of a deal as you're trying to make it out to be," you say defensively.The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.272 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_____, please. Spare me your feigned innocence." Njord tosses aside the scroll he'd been reading. The noonday suns blaze outside, dimly illuminating the ambassadors' chambers that you have been summoned to. You stand stiffly in a heavy Asgardian gown, your hair dry and pinned loosely to your head. "You were seen running around the palace dripping wet, in your nightclothes, no less. What would your father say?"
"Leave. My father. Out of this," you say slowly, your voice hardened steel.
"You are betrothed. You are to marry a prince -A PRINCE!- of Alfheim and you are running about like some brazen heathen without a thought for Vanaheim's reputation. You are deliberately insulting the Alfheim Ambassador, and your father would be ashamed, even if you are not."
You stand there, hands clenching and unclenching, trying not t
I Like Your FREE! Reader Insert WWYFF ~ Chapter 2.I Like Your FREE! Reader Insert WWYFF ~ Chapter 2.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: For The Team
~~Present Day: Age 16~~
They really hadn't changed in all the time you knew them. Not until Rin decided to leave. You remembered crying that day. But that was in the past, now it was just the beginning of your second year of High school. Hard to believe its been 6 years since then, huh? Any time you started something new, those memories stung at your brain.
“Huu.. huu...” panting, you ran around the corner, looking down at your watch in panic. '15 minutes!' Skidding as you turned, you ran directly into someone.
Falling back, one of your shoes slipped off, butt hitting the floor with a harsh thump. “Uuuu...” propping yourself up on your elbows you rubbed your side.
“I'm sorry..!! I didn't mean to! Really!”
The said boy got up, flailing his arms back and forth, flustered as he looked down at you. Holding out his hand he lowered himself to help you off the floor. That vo
God's JusticeGod is the JudgeGod's Justice2 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
She Killed Him With LettersHis days were slim,She Killed Him With Letters6 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
Remember UsWhen you go home, IRemember Us6 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)6 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
Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told youConfessions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. I have a habit of lying, about
the simple things (like, yes I
forgot to remember and I swear by
soul mates and I’m in love
with your susurrus voice
and no, I’m really doing fine).
It was not an act of infidelity because
I believed it, too.
2. I’m infatuated with the concept
that I am more or less fictional, the
delusive beauty a million men will
dedicate novels to: I am fragile,
a dust angel sent to save the world
from commonalities and
3. Since I’m not allowed
to remember your name
I will commemorate you
in acts of escapism,
killing off the pieces
of the person you left behind.
4. I believe in a past life
I was a bird with a tendency
towards tall buildings; the sorry kind
of bird with heavy bones and crumpled wings
who never quite learned
to fly away.
5. I miss you. I used to think
you were a person, but now I know
you’re the happiness I will never
6. I'm sorry.
The Biggest LieI’ve heard KnightsThe Biggest Lie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With broken shields
Promise to protect
Princesses from the world.
I’ve tried to rewrite
But I’ve run out of
Ink, and someone
Carved them into walls.
Firebird The radio was the last thing Gwen packed.Firebird2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an afterthought, an act of impulse. She’d been in the pantry, raiding every scrap of non-perishable food she could get her hands on. She shoved granola bars and bags of pretzels into the folds of the clothing that was already taking up the majority of the space in her beat-up purple backpack. She’d had the backpack since she started Kindergarten. Joel had never cared enough to buy her a new one.
When her bag was bursting at the seams, Gwen jerked the zipper closed, using her knee and the side of the washing machine as a makeshift clamp to hold the bag shut. Just as she tugged the zipper into place, though, a blush of pink caught her eye from behind the dryer. She set the bag down quietly on the stained linoleum and tried to get a better look at the object. It was small, pink, and probably plastic, but tha
The MonsterI don’t want to hurt you anymore.The Monster6 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?
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49Everlasting Snow: Chapter 492 years ago in Romance More Like This
The last beams of daylight illuminate the world in a final flash of orange before reluctantly disappearing, receding and descending behind the horizon along with the tired sun.
But even though the star is no longer visible to you, traces of light remain, turning the sky at the earth’s edge a vibrant red with arms that reach out into the night’s royal purple, giving the world a last work of daytime beauty so the sun is fondly remembered through the night. Smaller stars begin to show their white faces, taunting the crimson light as it attempts to touch them. Just as its fingers begin to brush the small white light of the closest star, though, it too is pulled down with the sun, and night tucks it away until morning.
The stars shine brighter as the sky turns darker, rejoicing at their triumph.
And then, the most anticipated moment of the night. The stars quiet down out of respect, turning their attention to the main event.
Slowly, shyly, the moon peeks up, showing the world a
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-You are someone's reason to live7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
Letter from a drug addict's wifeMaybe you shouldLetter from a drug addict's wife6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stick me in
your pill bottle;
it seems that's
where you keep
what you love
Flora at the PassHear me read itFlora at the Pass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never write of the cherry tree,
or think again on its impermanent beauty;
its delicate and breakable bones
or the pale flush of it's cheeks. I will not.
I will never again be pleased
to see its arms outstretched to embrace.
I won't call it my favourite,
or dream of it's presence at the momentous;
but at my wedding, there will be spring-bloom.
In my bouquet, my hair, my heart.
Enthralled in every quiet bud
of every quiet moment, cherries will be.
At my funeral, similarly,
entwined through my white coffin,
there will be the soft reflection
of its frostbitten petals. Even then.
For no matter what I am, or who,
there will always be blossom in spring.
There will always be cherries in my life;
and there will be flora at the pass.
10:59if you by chance10:596 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
locked away in their own
let them be- it might be
than the outside
For those who are teasedPity thoseFor those who are teased6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who throw knives
at your back,
and they're left
with porcelain skin,
and broken knives.
.you buried me deep and called it a triumph,.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you never realized -
I'm a seed.
Perfectly FlawedYou are not perfect.Perfectly Flawed7 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.