Theme Prompt - OneOne is not lonelyTheme Prompt - One2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it's my choice.
One is freedom and calm.
One is peace and quiet.
One is refreshing.
One is what I choose to be.
One is good enough.
as obvious as neon signsLast night I picked you up from a glass-littered street corneras obvious as neon signs4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and helped you wipe bile from your strands of flaxen hair.
You sang under your breath as you stumbled into the car.
I turned corners while streetlights shimmered in the drops on the windscreen
and you fell asleep trying to tell me that you used to know better than this.
It’s not that I mind
(I’d spend every night combing seedy cities if it meant keeping you safe)
your eyes haven’t smiled in a year now
and I wish that I knew what it would take to make you happy
because between cheap liquor, cold nights and bad lovers
I haven’t got a clue.
you're so blind.here i am drowningyou're so blind.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you have no idea what to do,
you're so lost
why don't you take your hands
off my shoulders?
It Seems Like Everybody Writes About RomanceWhen I was six a girl with golden hair told me that ‘true love’s first kiss’ would break all spellsIt Seems Like Everybody Writes About Romance4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if for every single problem I would need somebody else
and there are things that I’m too scared to say
through poetry most days –
like how last night I Googled aromantic
and how I’m sick of feeling disconnected
and how I lie through my teeth in my writing sometimes
just to feel like I’m doing alright.
But lately I’ve stopped giving a damn
what they say about love, because I –
I love in ways that they cannot define.
Love is raw. It’s unstructured. I’m fine.
Untitledhave you everUntitled5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
asked yourself if
a daisy ever wonders
why it can't be a
LungsMaybe ifLungs5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little more
(or maybe we'd just go broke).
Navigating LabyrinthsYou tell me that I’m delicate and I don’t bother disagreeing.Navigating Labyrinths4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not out loud, anyway.
I’m too accustomed to softening the edges of my opinions
or not stating them at all, and
sometimes I’m stronger than a siren’s call. A waterfall.
But sometimes I’m twenty-one and still a bully’s easy target
and the pressure of explaining myself just gets too much to bear.
People say ‘don’t let others define you’ and it’s like holding back armadas;
stopping a fleet from hitting the shore
and I’m sick of other people being right about me
without trying to dig deeper at all.
I’m a fire nymph; I want to burn whole worlds to their foundations.
I want to tear up my poetry;
communicate in a way that matters
because every effort seems ineffectual and I don’t want to be left voiceless.
When predators cast their gazes at me, I want them to turn into stone.
ResplendentToday the watercolours of your innermost thoughtsResplendent2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bled through the paper walls that you’d left
in hope that no one would peel back your layers
and find you at your softest spot.
I saw that nothing makes you radiant. You just are.
Today, I traipsed through galleries
that promised to show me something sublime.
You spoke and I learned how to breathe around you
and that simple thing felt like dancing.
If anything is incredible, you are.
Today you gave me vermilions and ultramarines
to begin to fill in a picture of you
but you’re not a scene behind a stained-glass window.
You’re indefinable and indestructible.
Today I learnt to see life as beautiful, because you are.
.and suddenly.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realized that my world
does not, after all,
revolve around you;
your voice, to me, is
nothing more than
pointless white noise.
MalaiseYou were painfulMalaise2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like dry-swallowing pills on an empty stomach
like blasting music loudly enough to forget my name
and I was young, and I believed you
when you said that beauty was pain.
I'm sorry that you're worriedI don’t know how I turned intoI'm sorry that you're worried5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl made of scrap paper.
It’s strange that we’re both liars now;
you know but never ask.
I wish I could be a sonnet for you,
a new-smelling book or a painting for you.
I don’t know what healthy is anymore,
but I know it isn’t this.
InanityWhen feel-good films were mentioned in my English class, the teacher used to utter the word platitudes as if it had a sour tasteInanity5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if there was something wrong with making people happy,
as if a smile wasn’t worth the twelve-or-so muscles it took to put it there.
Some people glamorise darkness, and I wonder if they’ve ever touched the real kind –
the one that’s ice-cold,
the one that shakes you day in and day out until you’re every definition of exhausted
and you’ve still got to keep pushing
I don’t think they’d want it if they knew.
When I was five I believed that there was something different about me; some tick in the mechanics and I think I’m relearning that now.
I just want happiness, no matter how cheaply it comes or how briefly it stays
happiness like a trip to the gas station or an unexpected compliment,
happiness like a sprint through the rain.
Maybe I’m a succubus, wild for it,
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopPretty metaphors are for pretty girls2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
if every second was a perfect soundI realised yesterdayif every second was a perfect sound5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there is no time in life for half-measures –
when I love people I want to love them loudly enough that they know it.
I want to tie my heart to the sleeves of every passer-by
so that they understand how much I want them around.
I want to write love on scrap paper and tuck it into the crevices in walls like a birthday wish
and never let misanthropy grow where it shouldn’t be.
The sun burns itself just to send light out for thousands of miles
and keep us alive.
I want to try.
.all i am is.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cracked piece of porcelain;
the fallen china doll
at the bottom of your
SavedYour tangled up soulSaved1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has taken a toll,
Hiding dark and deep
the secrets you keep
The tears you have shed
from thoughts in your head,
Dear they were all fiction:
a made up addiction
I want you to know
I see through the show,
I know that your eyes
tell genuine lies
I watch as you feign
as you’re still in pain,
And my soul will be too
until I have saved you
john x reader - noectoBiologist (EB) has started pestering (C/H) at 2:03 A.M.john x reader - no2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EB: kisses u.
C/H: touches ur toosh
ectoBiologist has ceased pestering (C/H).
.does your mind.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
burn with wanderlust,
or does your mind itch
Of Gods and Demons: One"The Rookie"Of Gods and Demons: One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ponykind had always dreamed of the great beyond, the pale moon and fiery sun that dominated the starry sky. Ever since the first Pilohippus scratched out the beginnings of civilisation in their caves and huts, the never-ending will to explore every crevasse, bridge every river, and climb every mountain drove ponykind to dominance and prosperity over their planet. As the last blank spaces on the map filled, and the population grew to bursting point, ponykind looked to the stars to find new answers.
The first tentative steps into orbit grew into leaping bounds around the system. Every planet in the Sun's warming rays was colonised, homesteads and cities grew and prospered. And yet, it was still not enough.
Secession and rebellion, colonists took up arms against the governing forces and the taxes they imposed. With self-sufficiency they also sought independence. Independence the United Equestrian Nations was not willing to give. Ponykind's fledgling empire rang wi
Untitledmy life is as dullUntitled4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the computer screen
that i sit in front of now.
They stopped us from stepping over the edgeWhether you know itThey stopped us from stepping over the edge3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
or not, you're all banging on
the walls like mosquitos
desperately bashing themselves against
closed car windows
(we used to be able to walk
off the edge of the earth, you
ending with concussive or (blissfully)
Your panted breaths are fogging
up the atmosphere- aren't you done
It doesn't matter, we'll run out
of air soon enough; there are
no pencil-poked air holes for this earth
i lost my mind on a tuesdayI remembered you even after the lobotomyi lost my mind on a tuesday4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Gods and Demons: Two"One-Way Ride"Of Gods and Demons: Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ship decelerating ma'am, we'll exit into normal space in three...two...one."
On the edge of the Epsilon Indi system, a corona of energy appeared. It widened, a huge flare of pent-up magical energies revealing a hole in space itself. It was out of this hole that the UESC Everfree came, a massive destroyer ship bristling with weaponry and armour, ready for combat. A clang reverberated through the ship, the metal structure almost rippled as the electromagical engine released its grip, and it fell back into normal space. Admiral Celestia glared at her viewscreen, they were a few hundred miles out. Close as pony science could get a slipspace vessel to go, but they were still worryingly inaccurate. It was all too possible to re-materialise inside a sun, for example, so in this instance they were lucky. Celestia couldn't imagine a more ironic death for herself.
The small pedestal flared back to life after the rolling power fluctuation. On it a hologram stood
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictively:Get Lost11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knife stabbed through my soul
And being young and ignorant,
I took these words so cruel
I swam through roaring oceans,
and I trekked the mountains high
I spent time on deserted land
with me, myself, and I
And as I wandered aimlessly
across these untouched places
I realized to get lost,
you must seek a destination