I likeI like4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I love the smell of blood
That teases my nostrils
I like the taste of blood
When it flows in my mouth
this thick liquid down in my throat
I can not stop killing
For to regain this sensations
Kill again and again
This need is so inked in my Nature
It drives me crazy
Resisting is not possible
has Each moon
I make more victims
Because I like to see the Blood
See the terror in their eyes
To feel the fear of the Death
Catch their body
Male!Reader x Pluto ~ DancingYou looked over to a white haired man and walked over to him. He was sitting in a corner watching the dancers with soft pleading eyes.Male!Reader x Pluto ~ Dancing2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey Pluto! You want to dance boy?” He looked at you and threw his arms around you, licking your face and whining happily. You grinned, pushing his face away from yours and leading him onto the floor. You took his hand and placed it on your waist. He was a slight bit taller that you. He blinked innocently as you as you took his other hand and put a hand on his shoulder. The music began, and couples began to swirl except for you and the demon-hound.
“You move like this, follow my lead now,” You stepped your right foot back. He looked down and stepped forward with his left. “Now to the side,” you stepped to your left and he copied you. “Now you go back,” you stepped forward with your left foot and his right went back. “And to the other side.” You stepped to the right.
“Got it boy?” He
Dragon SoulEveryone knows THAT oneDragon Soul2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Girl with eyes deep and sad
The one with a dragon inside
Please try not to make it mad
Anyone can see her pain
The dark eyes of sleepless nights
Feel the red and black marks
Of her night-time frights
No one sees past the "slut"
That she cuts to hide
Locks up her real beauty
Beauty that wells up inside
Everyone knows her father
That drunk and angry fool
And a whore-around mother
Noting but a tool
Anyone can see the tears
The cuts in her soft skin
Filling her heart with boyfriends
Knowing she'll never win
I can see the scars
Steal her away to family
To a home where she is free
Escaping the dragon, finally
You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 3That night you slept well. The bed was soft and the covers kept you warm. You were very thankful, however, that you didn't catch a cold for sleeping in the hallway such as that. Your voice was coming back and it sounded unfamiliar since you hadn't used it for a long time, so you tried not to speak when it wasn't necessary.You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, you rose to the sound of birds chirping and the sun beating down on your skin. You flinched at first when opening your eyes, but relaxed and quickly basked in the warmth. The sun. How many years had it been since you'd seen it? A long time was for sure.
Thinking of that made your mind drift to other thoughts. How was your mother doing? Was she still alive? You could bet that she didn't think you were still alive. Though, if it were possible, you'd love to see her again.
Once you were fully awake, you rolled out of bed and put on a random dress from the nearby closet. It wasn't anything fancy, a simple red dress with white lace. You turned, closed th
ConsumedI can get lostConsumed2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the woods of a painting
I can slowly drown
In the words of a song
Why can't you save me?
It's been so, so long.
You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 4The next day you spent most of your time thinking. Why did Ciel take you in? He didn't seem like the giving or caring type, so why did he waste his time doing such a good deed? It just didn't seem to fit his character.You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didn't mean to sound ungrateful but what was your purpose here? It didn't make much sense. You were, basically, useless.
You pulled your knees into you chest. Did Ciel think of you as useless? For some reason the thought bothered you. You weren't exactly sure why, but it did. Since when did you develop a thought process to care what others think. Well it wasn't others, more just Ciel specifically. But why?
Groaning, you trudged out of your room and down into the grand hallway where the main entrance was. As you walked, you peaked out of one of the windows and was surprised to see a carriage parked in front of the manner. Curiosity got the best of you and you tip-toed quickly to the entrance. When you arrived Ciel was dressed up in fancier clothes than usual and you f
.today, a deep blue.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sky, i see the birds dive from
their branches, and swim
we're alone.i want to drive pulseswe're alone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into your fractured ribcage,
make my words resonate
in your hollow vessels;
heavy enough to sink even
the sturdiest of ships.
(and we both know you can't float.)
but inject me into your
choking streams, and i'll gladly show
you the meaning of 'alone'.
When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.When I think of that first day, I will always remember the air as being too warm, and your clothes being wrinkled, your hair a complete mess. I remember how your nerves had your every sentence starting with “uhm” and how I hated indecisiveness and you couldn’t make up your mind, and I remember thinking I could do better without you. Now, I know that first impressions aren’t quite as important as they tell you every time you open that front door with your mismatched socks and complimentary sarcasm, armed with a crooked smile and bad grammar. Because if that were true, I would have said hello and goodbye in the same sentence. Hell, if that were true I never would have loved you.When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that he
the last magic I believe inIt's been years and I'm still here. Recycling the same sentences. Stuck in the same words. Buried in a past that doesn't quite belong to me anymore. It's funny how with enough distance nothing ever looks real anymore. It's like the way I can stand four miles from the lakefront and can still see the horizon. Clashing blues and greens. A straight line of water against an even straighter line of sky. And that's it. It's everything and it's nothing and for a little while I can pretend I'm somewhere else. Somewhere new. That I can see an entire ocean sprawled out in front of me, instead of the dirty familiar waters of Lake Michigan. I've grown up here and I've grown apart from here, but I'm stuck at the top of the hill on the corner of the street that my sister lives on and I just want to run and run and run and never look back, but that's not all there is. That's not all that's left.the last magic I believe in1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's so much bigger than that so I trace the familiar roads back to my home and I sit in my living room and
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
Would You Forget?I don't want to fall asleepWould You Forget?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fear that sleep will erase my memories
My memories of you.
I also fear that tomorrow
You'll have forgotten about me.
Promise you won't forget.
I'll never tell you -- you already know.I remember in the beginningI'll never tell you -- you already know.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was just you and me
small intervals where the air would leap from my chest,
saying you leave me breathless will always be an understatement.
I wanted to kiss you before
I even knew you or knew the real you
but your untied purple chucks
had me even before your hello--
months later I realized that meant to be's aren't always
as silly as they used to be.
I've fallen in love with how
the palms of our hands match
the planes of our souls and
every time I loop my fingers
between yours we fall deeper--
If there was ever a time I should explain myself,
it's be right now, but I think you know--
I mean you should know--
How irreversibly far I've fallen
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible.Perfection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
BelieveI guess they forgot to tell meBelieve5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I can't fly,
Because here I am,
I was told that love
Was a game for fools,
But love found me hiding
And consumed who I was.
Happiness was just a dream
In the depths of my mind,
Something put off for a better day.
Well I found happiness,
And won't ever let go,
Because I'm afraid it will
Dreams were just a silly way
To believe that I could escape.
Now I dream of everything,
Not forgetting who I was
While finding who I am.
They told me there was
No reason left to hope,
But hope caressed me,
So I let it spread.
I let myself take a risk,
And I dared to believe.
I love youThrough the goodness that we knowI love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain
We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes
That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you
You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 1You were sitting in darkness, your knees pulled into your chest and your arms wrapped loosely around them. Just like everyday. On occasion, the men in the white coats would come and blindfold you. They'd take you to a bright room and start poking around your body with sharp objects you couldn't see. When they first started to experiment on you, you screamed loudly, crying bloody murder. But now, there was just an unpleasant grunt or two. No benefit would come from you screaming. They'd just cram something into your mouth and you'd be stuck like that until they were finished.You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were confined to this cell ever since your mother passed away seven years ago. You were thrown to the streets like garbage and some men captured you and threw you into this cell. At first you were sent to a man who was very overweight, blond hair and wore a smug grin. They sent you to him, and he would touch you. Not in ways that a parent would touch you or a friend. He touched you in a nasty, disgusting way. T
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.because love is a lesson in trial and error2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you
Sleeping disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?"Sleeping disorder3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Yes, that's because I'm never awake."
maybe we'll cycle like seasonsSummer never came this year.maybe we'll cycle like seasons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It got hot, uncomfortably so, and you would call me every Thursday like clockwork. Like always. But the taste in the air was different, so were the things you would say to me.
I spent the long nights, curled in my front window, watching the fireflies flicker in the yard. Letting them blaze and die before my eyes until I couldn't pretend to be okay doing this anymore so I would pull the curtains shut and hang up on you. Hang up on the only semblance of normalcy to split up these warm days.
The sky was pinpricked with stars--always brighter in the warm evening air and the lawn was sprinkled with violets again. Everything was as it should have been. Even the sting of sunburned skin against sheets as I crawled into bed each and every evening. The only thing that had changed was this year, you weren't here, and so for me, everyday would be as cold and empty as winter.
I never thought of the last time I saw you as a goodbye. I should have been better prep
the last sentence I started like thisI wonder if you're still breathingthe last sentence I started like this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the same pattern that you used to
and if your life just picked up
as it was before in a way that
makes me insignificant
I wonder if there's someone new
if she speaks in complete sentences
and means it
when she says
she loves you.
I wonder if you're doing better
and if you'll get it right this time.
but I don't really care.
That's the difference
between now and before,
I couldn't forget you
I barely remember you.