Jealousy in Red Black WhiteJealousy in Red Black White5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark hair falls down loose
and scatters pale pearls
And red silk falls with it
in soft bloody swirls
Briar Rose dances with
her lover Rose Red.
The Red Riding Hood Girl
may soon be dead.
Born to a queen, born in a wood
Ebony hair and bloodred lips
Heart of ice and coal black eyes
white snow breasts and fingertips
Dark shadows fall on the
white foam of the sea
and red glows the fruit
of the apple tree,
A blood ember glows bright
from the burnt blackened charcoal
The shadowed witch holds tight
to her poisoned red apple
Along comes a great bear,
his teeth shining white
and the wolf comes prowling
in the dark of the night
Crimson drops scatter
bright across the snow
and a red carpet leads
to an ebony throne
A red ruby flashes from
a black-gloved hand
The silver ring forms a
glowing white band
White beams of moonlight
duel with bloody red Mars
And a Rose falls at midnight
Alone under the stars
Red flames are licking
at the ebony throne
The black marble dais
stands in the snow alone.
Rumpelstiltskin's Deal.Your life is full of miseryRumpelstiltskin's Deal.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing's gone your way
I would simply love to help you
But there is a price you must pay.
Go ahead and make your wish
As long as you pay the toll.
'Cause even magic isn't free.
I'm afraid that's not in your control.
I will do what I can
Sign your name on the dotted line
What you want will be yours
And what you have will be mine.
Once the deal's been made,
There is no turning back.
There is no undoing,
You cannot break the pact.
So go ahead and make your wish.
Tell me, what is it that you want?
Perhaps all the gold and riches.
Or maybe true love's flaunt.
Now what you will give to me,
For I am a very particular man.
I do not want your gold and jewels,
I do not want your land.
Your first born is what I claim.
And you will give it to me.
Now go ahead and make your wish,
If you accept my fee.
Rumbelle WeekDay 1: MagicRumbelle Week2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had wanted to let in sunlight.
Rumpelstiltskin had allowed the silly notion, if only to keep her from falling off the ladder again. But as the days went by he started to reconsider, his house, hardly a home, was far too warm now and especially too bright. There was a reason he covered the windows to begin with you know.
Then Belle came in carrying the tray of afternoon tea. There was nothing special about this and yet there was.
Each time Belle walked in front of one of the windows she simply shimmered, more beautifully then the day he took her from her home as she wore her golden dress. Her hair shined far more radiant then the thread of gold between his fingers. As if these things weren't enough her smile, directed at him of all things, along with her eyes, so warm and open with her feelings, sparkled as she announced it was time for him to take a break and join her for tea.
Darkness had surrounded Rumpelstiltskin for so long he had forgotten the magic of sunl
RealityReality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know Regina; I was quite confused at first when you threatened me at the station, but after deliberation I know what you've done. And let me be the first to tell you it wasn't a very good idea."
Emma watched next to Henry as Mr Gold stood confidently in the middle of Town Hall, threatening Regina in front of everyone, but she didn't look very threatened. On the contrary the mayor looked just as cocky as he did and she extended him a naughty smile from behind her podium.
"I think you should have been more careful about who you let into your company. So often I've thought that love is a weakness and so often I am proved right and this right here is the perfect proof." She said, gesturing at him and swaggering away from her podium on the stage.
"You've proved nothing witch." He spoke in a voice Emma hardly recognised; cold, cruel and calculating, not the gentle and sadistic sound she was used to.
"Oh but I have. Love is a weak spot so many have. Who'd have thought that of all pe
Memory and Passion-CEMemory and Passion.Memory and Passion-CE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunlight pushed itself through the few clouds, sprinkling the Destiny Islands with drops of heavenly light. A boy and a girl, both 15, sat in the sand on the beach, watching the waves glow in the Sun's glistening rays. The boy's dark brown hair bore blonde tints when the Sun reflected upon him, and the girl's soft red hair blew gently in the warm summer breeze. The two looked at each other with soft smiles and their conversation began.
"Sora?" The little girl blinked.
"Yeah, Kairi?" The little boy's voice was gentle.
"If you ever have to leave this place again, can I come with you?" Kairi asked hopefully.
Sora furrowed his eyebrows, studying her question.
"Well, I've never really thought about leaving again."
"Of course not Kairi,"Sora paused for a moment,"unless the other worlds were in touble again...then I'd have to go,"he thought for a moment again before continuing,"but, honestly, I don't think I'm going anywere." He turned to sm
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a GlassThe Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a Glass3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10--Through a Glass Brightly
Kes fidgeted with her hair and robe, impatiently watching as Ellery slowly sampled her lemonade. She would have shuffled her feet if it hadn't been for the heavy police dog still lounging on them. Sighing heavily, she ran her clawed fingers through her hair for what seemed like a millionth time and scowled. Just because this homely cur worked as a town constable didn't give it the right to use her feet as its personal pillow. Hell, by the time tomorrow rolled around, she'd be lucky if she had any working feet left!
Bristling irritably, she turned to address Megaera on the matter only to find the space between them now occupied by a total stranger. The person squeezed into that small cramped space was a youth of maybe eleven or thirteen. He had short blonde hair and a faint sprinkling of freckles scattered across his pale face. His choice of garb was rather strange, even though t
The Devil for TeaEveryone knows that when you go to Storybrooke, the place for great coffee is Granny's Diner. Also, the apple pie there is heavenly, but whenever the menu says 'made using apples donated generously from Mayor Regina', don't order it! Believe me; I learned that lesson through a bad case of indigestion.The Devil for Tea3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But what if you want a good cup of tea and it's the middle of the afternoon, i.e. when Granny's is closed? You come to my place of course. Or at least Mr. Gold does every once in a while. He'll never say this to anyone, but he actually likes to drop by my house for more than just the monthly rent, something I picked up on when I gave him shelter from that horrible storm a couple weeks back. He told me Mary Margaret had gone out to the animal shelter about a dove she had found in the woods, but he hadn't heard much else. I told him I wouldn't know what happened to her, but what from what little I knew about the ni
to think you thought of meto think you thought of me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Could I be so bold as to think you thought of me
After we had parted and forgotten how to see
I know you had green eyes but your face is growing dim
Obligations and far flung places drag us back to them
You noticed me and looking up I then saw you to
I held back tears for knowing that not many ever do
Your quiet smile and soft words
They only made me love you more
The meeting all the wasteful
The parting all the sore
Is it wrong for me to hope
Oh just tell me is it true
Did you think of me again
Or did I just think of you
Aschenputtel 2010Aschenputtel 20103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, there lived a wealthy merchant; he had a marvellous house, garden and animals. Along with these wonderful possessions, the merchant had a very lovely wife and an extremely beautiful daughter. This daughter had skin as smooth and white as marble, long strawberry blond hair as wavy as the waves on the sea and small, delicate feet. However these features were nothing compared to her blue eyes and kind nature. The merchant however was having an affair with a widow. Soon he began to feel hatred towards his most kindly wife and everything to do with her.
One day the merchant took his wife on a journey. On the way home his wife died in unknown circumstances. The merchant quickly buried his wife in the garden when he came home. The maiden would wake up before the cock crowed and weep at the grave of her mother.
The merchant then married his mistress, who already had two children, named Carolina and Aurelia, both of whom were of similar age to the merchant's daughter. Though t
March of the DamnedMarch of the Damned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marching on dead feet
over a field of gray
we lost the soul
we lost ourselves
in a time we'll never forget
we're an army of dead men.
Those who shoved us into this world
were lost long ago
as a wage of war.
Even the shallowest scratch
cuts to the bone
with a story we don't care to tell
some still scream
when in the heat of battle
they find another hollow
in the very flesh of their souls.
But most can no longer muster a tear
as we march
doing the dirty work of the devil.
An army of dead men.
We only wish we could care
A Princeless PrincessOnce upon a time, there lived an average girl. She was nothing special – nothing to distinguish her by. She went about her life, watching and reading all the princess stories out there and wishing that she too, would meet her Prince. She held on to that hope, clinging to it for dear life.A Princeless Princess1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was pathetic, really. Over the years, she began to lose that hope. It turned into disappointment and then rage. Why had society lied to her? Why had it led her to believe that there was a Prince out there for her? She had waited patiently for him, doing nothing of interest with her life because according to the stories, happiness didn’t come until your Prince did.
Her impatience continued to grow as did her loneliness. Finally, she snapped. She sobbed in heartbrokenness over a man she had never met and never would. No Prince or gallant knight would come to sweep her off her feet. Society had lied.
As she reached this conclusion, she realized with a start, it was okay. She could be stron
Save me Helter skelter shelter me,Save me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
save me from the fray.
Lead me free me cling to me,
make it go away.
Hear you see you run to you,
be my help and friend.
Near you hold you stay with you,
forever till the end.
A Book Without a ReaderTo be a bookA Book Without a Reader2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be the most glorious thing of all;
for a true reader
loves a book like they love their souls
In my lonesome waking hours
or during the silence under the covers
I am as sad and as lonely
as a book without a reader
I've tried to read the others
but I found it much too hard
for just when I get interested
in the winding story line
they get up and leave
and they never tell me why
for I am a book with no reader
to cradle me closely
even though I'm torn
And though others have read my pages
none of them have stayed.
Some have taken pages,
others took chapters
a few wrote their names
on the front cover of my heart
in permanent ink
never to depart.
During the sunlit hours
I will smile and laugh and sing
but only to hide
these lonesome bones
that sigh and crack with doubt
For I have gotten so deliciously deceiving
at being happy
that I no longer know the difference
between when I'm telling tales
and when my heart thunders
NervesTitle: NervesNerves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: This is just for fun - BioWare owns all and I receive nothing but my own enjoyment by writing this.
She didn't stop by his chair this time. He swiveled around and watched her as she hesitated just inside the ship, Garrus and Grunt behind her. The look in her eyes was bleak as she glanced at him, her hands already working at the bun atop her head, letting the tresses fall and act like a curtain to hide her face as she strode to the elevator and disappeared behind its sliding doors. That wasn't like her. Debating with himself, he stood and started down the gangway in the direction she had taken.
His hands were sweating. Even wiping them on the seat of his pants didn't seem to help. He looked longingly back at hi
Confession about me Silent StrengthI am strong, but please never confuse this strength with invulnerability.Confession about me Silent Strength2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do hurt.
I do cry.
I do love.
I do feel.
I do get crushed.
I do regret.
But please never think that while I may never show these things in front of you, that I don’t feel them.
Because I do.
More than you could ever imagine.
I’m a hyper sensitive person, forced into a role of strength.
It is just a rare occasion when my reserve breaks and I show it in front of people.
And when this happens, I reach a state of such openness and vulnerability that I fear.
Because I can withstand a thousand blows, but just one word can cut me down. And at that moment, I fear what could be said to me.
I’m very sorry if anyone who see this thinks of me as cold, or heartless, or unfeeling.
It's just in my life, I have had people who rely on me to be the strong one who keeps a level head and calm emotions.
And so when I break in front of someone, I apologize profusely.
Because what if they were someone that needed me
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
City of LightYou are my city.City of Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
Paying RespectsPaying RespectsPaying Respects4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The monument on Akuze wasn't even half-finished. The structure was still framed by skeletal iron girders; there were still a few dozen turian, human, and, somewhat surprisingly, batarian workers milling about. But the important part had been completed three days ago. A stark marble pedestal with a bronze plaque read: "Commander Myla Shepardfriend, protector, and champion of Citadel Space and all its inhabitants." It had been commissioned by the Council.
Alliance Flight Lieutenant Jeff "Joker" Moreau snorted angrily and wiped at his eyes, suddenly teary from all this construction dust. The Council never gave a damn about Shepard. When the first human Spectre had saved their sorry asses from Sovereign and his puppet, Saren, they had gone through the obligatory motions of gratitude and then shoved her under the rug as soon as they'd managed to suppress the truth of the Reapers. If they hadn'tno, this wasn't about them.
He limped over to the pedestal and gingerl
ResplandorSe acerca un triste atardecer,Resplandor3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Teñido de color naranja,
Con su luz cobijando la ciudad,
Con su hedor manteniéndola encerrada.
Y la huella del hombre en el cielo,
Deslumbra con crueldad su mirada,
Matando el recuerdo del silencio,
Del firmamento una noche estrellada.
¿A dónde se han ido las estrellas?
Su brillo quisiera observar,
Mas el dominio del hombre en la tierra,
Sus huellas intenta borrar.
La plaga homosapiente todo cubre,
Sus colmenas nadie puede erradicar,
Y el sonido estridente de sus risas,
No deja oír a la tierra sollozar.
Así, perece el brillo de sus cielos,
Calma oscura no puedes encontrar,
Esta tierra agoniza en mano humana,
Y fuerzas no hay más para luchar.
Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 1Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Unspeakable love (Erwin x Reader)Unspeakable love (Erwin x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
There is a hidden secrecy in a silence. It can say more than a thousand words.
No one is listening to the stories these days told by the silence. Although it takes only patience and will to hear it. Hear what words can´t express.
Hear the feelings somebody has. What bothers a person.
Only by listening you can learn so much about a single human being. Or even about a group of people.
From man to man the stories being told are different. And what is said depends on the current situation or if another person is there. If one feeling is overwhelming someone.
Each silence sounds different, but in a story there are all of them at once. So it is important to listen carefully and trying to see the contrasts. Only then it is possible to hear all facets of the story.
To understand it fully.
Since I´ve been back from the last expedition together with the Survey Corps I started listening. And what I heard, and learned, made me wonder. Why haven´t I listened before that, too?