Love AgainLove AgainLove Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
Will you be my home?Will you be my homeWill you be my home?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
Fable III- Dance With MePrincess Jolene celebrates the wedding of her brother, Prince Vance to his childhood sweetheart in Brightwall. But when she begins to taste the freedom of the Brightwalls jigs, she also realizes feelings for a certain Raggle Taggle Captain...Fable III- Dance With Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hadn't realized how much fun dancing truly was, until I did it with my fellow revolutionaries. My years in the castle had taught me proper waltzes, and the elegant movements of lords and ladies. It wasn't all bad truthfully. Although in my younger years I'd pretend I was training to keep my footing in even the most painful footwear. It made Sir Walter laugh, but I continued to swear it would come in handy one day.
This however, required no special gown, no masks, and I was allowed to go barefoot if I so chose. All of Brightwall was celebrating my brother's wedding, as Prince Vance twirled his bride, Elise, round. The entire crowd was merry, laughing, clapping in time to the music, and everyone dancing jovially. I hadn't seen these dances before.
Chosen Feelings 8Chosen Feelings 82 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chosen Feelings 8
Algetar was covering his ears, Jade was crying loudly, he was like that all morning. Jade couldn't stop crying, Algetar tried to calm him down but he didn't stop. "Is there anything I can do to make him stop crying?" though Algetar, "Hey! Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" asked Algetar. Jade lowered his ears and keep crying, he was hugging his own belly as he cry. Algetar looked around not knowing what to do then he saw something that grabbed his attention it was a red and blue rose that was in the middle of many red roses, he quickly wen there and grabbed it, and showed it to Jade. Jade saw what Algetar is holding and started to sob and stared at the rose, he sniff the rose and looked confused. "Isn't it beautiful?" asked Algetar, "W-what is it?" asked Jade taking away his tears, "It's a rose, each rose had
.she calls down angels.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to burn their
to see them rise then
fall, those flailing
she tells them, this
is what it's like
to be human
and they say judgement
will arrive for you, my
girl, you will be
cleansed by burning
and i strike another match
InsomniaWaking in the dead of nightInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering about my life
All the things I've left undone
How did things go so wrong
I lay here drenched in sweat
Haunted by the old regrets
Trying to stay awake
Frightened by my dreamscape
Stay up until the dawn
Go to work with face drawn
I struggle on through the day
People curiously glance my way
I finally make my way home
Wait for the cycle to go on
The end of a worldAs I look out the window and see the clouds of smokeThe end of a world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are leaving their house,
With their face drained of hope
Close by I see people crying,
In the distance I hear people screaming
The worst is happening,
Only this time we’re not dreaming
The faithful are gathering,
Holding hands and praying
The tainted are bargaining,
Taking anything that can be taken
The weak are jumping off buildings,
Leaving blood on the pavement
Large scale of suicides
Whether by knife, gun, or hanging
It’s anarchy out there
And it has only begun
I’m damned to the flames
Because my sins can’t be undone
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 9Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passed, Ethan didn’t see or hear from Ryan or the other demon. He had wanted to speak more with Ryan, possibly convince him to help him in his situation. Ryan still intimidated him, but at least he wasn’t hostile.
After using the medical kit Ryan had given him to properly bandage his injured foot, Ethan started to regain hope for himself. He had made his way back to town and lingered for a bit, staying hidden in the shadows.
This, however, caused him to be worried again. His story was big news, everywhere he went he heard people talking about a boy who was killed by a demon; or even warped stories such as that a demon had killed and eaten a boy and then killed the entire household.
What scared Ethan the most was that while the majority of the people were scared, many others were angry. Fearing for their own lives, several people had put out a reward of cash for anyone who could bring in the demon, de
Promise me28/01/2014Promise me1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
At my funeral
until your legs won’t move anymore.
At my funeral
until your voice won’t sound anymore.
Not that I’m such
a dancer -
not that I’m so
upbeat a laugher,
but I’ve cried enough for us all.
I’ve been moody enough, I’ve
been broody enough, yes,
I’ve been bitching and moaning
enough for us all.
So promise me
at my funeral you’ll put
red flowers on the table.
At my funeral
you’ll dance and laugh
your heart out.
RomanoxReader .:CLaRiTY:.RomanoxReader .:CLaRiTY:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash ‘cuz we both know how this ends
A clock ticks ‘til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again
You lay on your bed, crying softly, as you held the picture of you and your ex-boyfriend Lovino close to your chest. It had been exactly a week since you had spoken to him or seen him, and you still couldn’t get over him. You couldn’t deny it. You still loved him more than anything in the world. You always have, and you always would. You’d broken up and gotten back together with him so many times you’d lost track, but it never made a difference. You’d always go back to him.
You looked at the picture and remembered the day it was taken. It was at the surprise birthday party that his best friend Antonio had thrown for him. He was wearing a pink sparkly party ha
RQ: A Little Too Worried (Eren x Pregnant!Reader)Eren often worried about leaving you home alone, although you insisted. It wasn't long before the baby was due, four weeks to be exact, so it was a challenge for him to wake up every morning and kiss you goodbye.RQ: A Little Too Worried (Eren x Pregnant!Reader)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Okay, I'm leaving now," He took one step over the threshold before turning to face you, "Are you sure you're okay by yourself?"
"Yes, Eren, I'm fine."
"Alright, I'll see you later," The door was ready to shut when he decided to peek inside, "You sure? You're okay? I could call in and ask for the day off."
"No, Eren, I'm okay!" You couldn't help but laugh, "Now go, you're gonna be late!"
"Okay, okay. Love you!"
The door shut behind him, however, you could still feel his presence, like he never left. You kept your eyes on the door, anticipating him to peer inside and check up on you. You alternated from the door to the clock, door to clock, to time how long it would be before the door opened yet again....
The door shot open, Eren stolling inside, "Honey, I think I'l
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.
Who am I? I can’t answer that any
The Day Lies Upon Our FingertipsA shroud of consciousness,The Day Lies Upon Our Fingertips1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The taste is daylight -
Of fresh, cold kisses to your being,
We flow on, this creative one,
Along this disjointed life.
And the cold winter breeze numbs me,
As I pass the hollow Ash tree in the hedge,
Treading uneasy along the ploughed field,
Where shiny stones shine strong,
And broken bits of pottery lie on the
Surface of this frosty morning,
They speak in quiet tongues,
The years dumb the speech,
But still I can see more.
What’s the point of being
If you can’t have one good day?
As I tread, my boots slip upon the clay,
But still, the beauty of the sunset
Lingers upon this place,
A Medieval trace,
Of lost houses and grassy tracks,
Where once people were,
And people once loved.
I’ve walked til my legs hurt,
Because I can,
I’ve drank 7,000 gallons,
Because I can,
I’ve smoked a world away,
Am trying to forget you.
Years have passed since we last spoke,
But still you shiver in my heart,
After all I’ve seen,
honesty isn't a weaknessI have a headache and not enough timehonesty isn't a weakness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to explain the irony of how I want to be
every pretentious poet making art out of
themselves, cutting open their side and writing
in blood and pixie dust; or how difficult
it is to make a good allegory out of carsickness
and household complacency. this
is every secret I ever hid. when I was 9
someone dissected the world in front of me,
showed me it was a living, wanting thing
and that I was just a lonely cell, functioning
through my dysfunction; when I was 11
the boy I liked told me he’d be interested
if I were prettier and I learned starvation
was more a state of mind than a presence
of being. when I was 13 I researched the lethality
of cleaning products, because god, I felt so dirty,
and nothing can clean you more than a couple cupfuls
of bleach. when I was 15 I was old and decrepit
and mostly dead, returning from war with flowers
for graves that weren’t filled and a heart of
tragedy, vulnerable and draped in every shade
of mourning f
I cared. You didn't. - Rivaille/Levi x ReaderI cared. You didn't. - Rivaille/Levi x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: This FF is a sequel to my other FF which is "C-Corporal?!" but it may also work as a standalone. If you are interested, the link to the 1st part is in the description. Enjoy!
It has been 5 days. No explanation. No conversations. No interactions.
Levi has been ignoring you and you feel irritated about it.
He kissed and punished me and now he's ignoring me? What is his problem?
Your mind couldn't focus on anything you did. Everything seemed pointless. The only thing you thought about is Levi. Levi Levi Levi Levi. You've been running into people, breaking plates and glasses, tripping on the floor, and crying in your sleep.
I feel like a baby. Shut it, baby tantrums.
But you didn't want it to end that way. You wanted to confront him. You wanted to tell him how you feel. The feeling of simply being a toy, thrown away once useless, crossed your mind. However, you believed in him. You trusted him.
Is he even a ma
Storm Music They say when I was first laid in my mother's arms, she gave me back to the nurse and said, "No. This is not a child of mine."Storm Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My father is the "they" I mean, the only one I heard tell that story. I guess he figured she meant it, because right away he took me as far from the Zuni reservation and my mother as we could get.
I don't remember being a little baby. I mean, who does? But I know my father drove his old car, with him and me and supplies, for miles and miles and miles. I hated that car. And he talked a lot, my Dad. He'd say, "Hey, freak. We're gonna cross a state line again. Mark it on the map." Or, "Hey, ghost boy. I gotta stop here for a few days. I'll set you up in a motel."
When my father said "set you up in a motel," he meant he'd get some half-drunk Indian to watch me, or more likely, to watch TV. He always went somewhere else. Some of those Indians fed me and some didn't, just like my father. I mean, it's like when I
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror, Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
KH Hunger GamesIn reminder that the Capitol may do as we please, for the 50th Hunger Games a sibling of a past tributes who died in the arena or past winners will be sent this year.KH Hunger Games4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This can't be real. My mother and father haves already lost my older sister, Penelo to the capitol and now they not only have me at risk but also my little sister Ashe.
My name is Namine Kazue. I am 15 years old and live in district 10 of Panem. I live with my father and my mother. I have my little sister Ashe who is 12. The most tragic thing that has happened to my family? Losing Penelo. She was so close to wining...a boy named Zack killed her though...they were the last two so he won...how I wish a sibling of his would go into the arena....I can't help but have a bad feeling about these Hunger games...
My Name is Terra Daichi. I'm 19 years old and I live in district 10. My older sister, Fang, is a victor of The Games. I've never seen my mother more torn apart then when my sister was reaped. S
ImmortalityWhat is it like to be immortal?Immortality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wanted to know
Living the same way for eternity
Not sure if you can escape
Or even feel like escaping
But escape isn't on your mind right now,
you're living in a beautiful lie
Now comes the time when things get ugly
You're thirteen and you have a family of your own
And while that family grows,
you stay the same
Soon you're kneeling by the hospital bed
Listening to your elderly children beg to you:
"Come with us, mother, come with us please."
Deep in your heart you want to go but you can't
And you watch as everyone you love flicker out like candles
Perhaps you can witness the end of the world
And you'd still be alive
Even suicide won't let you go
Immortality has it's icy fingers wrapped around you
Never releasing you from it'd grip
No one can hear scream with loneliness from inside your heart
What is it like to be immortal?
I never want to know
Instructions for Being a Good GirlKeep a smile handy, along with your lipstick.Instructions for Being a Good Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Squeeze your heart to fit in a top.
Walk on needles and don’t dare to trip.
Taste is a luxury, calories are unforgivable.
Those are the basic rules, got them all down?
Pick a face now.
You’re lucky, girls come in two models -
Vixen or virgin.
The measures are fixed, customize the colors,
But not too much.
No warranty, no exchange.
Remember, all women are witches.
It’s still a fact, even if a letter is changed.
The modern witch needs nothing but glamours.
These come prepackaged - beauty in a capsule, youth in a tube.
Running out? Sorry, thanks for playing,
Glamours are the currency for all your trades.
Witches come in two models - sexy or hag.
Let’s see, what am I forgetting?
Be helpful, “no” is the worst insult a person can hear.
Nod. Wave. Laugh at unfunny jokes.
Let others enjoy you.
And didn’t I tell you to smile already?
Frustrated.For it is thoseFrustrated.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are the most
Selfish of all.
Scared to DeathI lie in bed still wide awake, I just can't go to sleep.Scared to Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is rushed, my spine is cold, and I begin to weep.
My mind is racing towards my past, my bones are in a shake.
I feel lost, so scared; confused. My body starts to ache.
I lose my breath and clench my heart, panic then kicks in.
I am afraid of my own life, because I just can't win.
Every move and every step becomes a big mistake,
I want to make things right again, what steps should I make?
I can't keep running from my fears, but I do it anyway.
My mind just keeps me running, it doesnt stay at bay.
It makes me worried and afraid of everything on earth,
From joy to smiles to even miracles like birth.
Am I to broken to be saved? Is there hope for me?
Was I meant to always run; and never end up free?
Will this terror chasing me ever disappear?
Will I ever get to stop running from my fear?
I'm lying here in bed tonight, but I just can not sleep.
My mind is rushed, my bodies cold; and I begin to weep.
My mind t