With Love, AprilDarling,With Love, April1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought I saw you on the evening train today. Your hair was flowing, red and fiery like it normally was. Except it had a different shine to it this time like you had moved on – like you weren’t looking back…except you did look over your shoulder – a glance – to adjust the strap that was slipping off. It… wasn’t you, though. The smile cascaded to a frown and I turned to look at someone else’s stranger.
I considered burning the rest of your clothes your mother didn’t ask for (I couldn’t bring myself to do it). I sat in the vintage yellow seats of our kitchen instead, drinking strawberry tea out of your chipped green cocoa mug and staring at the starfish above the window in place of your mother. I considered shattering the cup, since she didn't ask for it either. I couldn't bring myself to do it. She didn’t know what she was doing. if she had, she would’ve taken all of you from me. I kno
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a starYou Gave Me A Star1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
Ring the Bells of Hope.Ringing.... Ringing...Ring the Bells of Hope.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bells of hope be tolling as the notes of tears start to pour...
Watching the horizon as the sun begins to rise...
The sea of black surround the pride...
The grass darkened from the once wet dirt...
Remembering the times we had together...
The days of joy...
The days of sorrow...
The days of pain...
The days of hope...
Once a friend...
Once a husband...
Once a father...
Once... A brother...
But the roars of war had called for him.
The anger raged as the sun fury-ed its blood red.
The water flowing aimlessly like the soldiers of the battlefield.
Guns, tanks, grenades, missiles...
All just the instruments of death playing their tune...
All sirens of money and power.
As we stand by him now...
We watch as he lowers...
A warrior that had once stood for us...
Had been put to rest...
We just stand above him like the pawns of a king as he slowly travels deeper, deeper down.
The wife crying her tears of pain....
We just stood.
ClicksClicks1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
[Disclaimer, please read the description before you read this poem, it shows how you're supposed to read this piece, thank you]
We log on-check-check-check-checking over FaceBook-
Click-click-click-click-clinkin' all the updates-
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
ten-fifty-seventy-ninety-over hundred friends online
three-twenty two-hundred nine the month before
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
Block-block-block-block-all of the pornography
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again);
Minds-minds-minds-minds being trapped again
An' this is the new society
beg-beg-beg-beg for something new again
give-give-give them something to shut them up
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
here is my heart, and here is my home.i am done writing abouthere is my heart, and here is my home.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can find me
in the "new beginnings"
isle, splashed with scar tissue and
dear child, open your
there are stars, a galaxy, and
there is breath in your lungs.
the past is never
you have lived through it,
swam through it and
maybe died a little
through it, but you
came out on top.
when this winter ends, it
will end harshly;
but spring comes every year,
and i hope that you
i hope you open your eyes
to rain and i hope
that you fall in love with
it, and i hope
that you let life move
like i had to.
The Connection of Song.Music...The Connection of Song.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a lot more to it than you think...
The beats of the drums...
They would be the hearts beat and the adrenaline that is pumping...
Their sweet, sweet notes as they play are like the blinks of Time...
The breaths you breathe as you spend those precious moments together...
All mixed up emotions of love, sorrow, hate and happiness....
Music is the ballad of our lives...
We might hear happiness but can we feel the sorrow?
We can see the hate but is there love as well?
As we dance to the notes, can we feel the passion?
The flows of the beats, could we think of energy that had played a role?
Do we cry because the chords are sad?
Do we smile because of the happiness of the words?
Can we feel our hearts flicker like the burning flames when we dance with our lovers?
Of course we do.
Do you know why?
Music is like listening to ourselves.
Looking inside our hearts and feeling true emotions.
Music is a part of us...
Because it is us...
The Suffering of a Child.What did I do wrong?The Suffering of a Child.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What am I?
Am I a nobody?
Someone who is just going to fall to the clutches of darkness?
How am I scary?
How can they just watch me?
How can they just push me away?
How am I any different to them?
What am I to this world?
Just a piece of dirt?
A bag full of crap to kick around?
Can't you see?
Are you that blind that you can't see what's on the inside?
Is their really a monster underneath this skin?
Am I really a horrible story because of my cover?
What is this world coming to?
What is everyone doing with their lives?
How is bullying and discriminating going to make you happy?
I can tell you this now.
After all of the crap I have been in,
I am still happy.
You know why?
Because I live.
Evenings Song.The wondrous evening sky...Evenings Song.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It fills the air with such peace and tranquillity.
I sit underneath an old oak tree.
Watching the blankets of clouds tuck in the Sun for bed.
I play my harp as Nature plays her whistle of wind.
The water nymphs in the lake watch me with their beautiful, glowing eyes.
They look so beautiful with their aqua blue skin and their hair softly floating in the water.
I continued playing as I heard their little giggles and whispers.
I smiled and gracefully plucked the harps strings with care.
The nymphs sung and had played their mystique harps of Water along with me.
Even though they were playing, I could see their stares of envy and wonder as the wind would caress my hair and face.
My blonde hair was softly swaying as Natures flute was playing.
They had continued playing as we were in perfect harmony.
Such beauty in notes of song.
As we play the lullaby of the Evening.
Goodnight our Sun.
As we await your rebirth in a new day.
Infini-Fridge 9000Barry loved his Infinity Fridge. Or at least, until he got married, anyway.Infini-Fridge 90002 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At first, it was amazing. As a freshly-recruited maintenance engineer on the Luxury Star Cruiser The Astronut, Barry had found his new home and workplace full wonders. He walked through rooms so tall he couldn't see the sky; he swept up litter from artificial beaches which captured more beauty than the real thing; he watched the stars pass by like rain from the sweeping observation deck.
And, of course, he had his Infinity Fridge.
An Infini-Fridge 9000 was standard-issue hardware for a Luxury class cruiser, but Barry had never seen anything like it. In the slums of his native Bomalomalom, pretty much everything was finite (except perhaps for misery). Water was rationed. Food was served via nutritional pills only. Even electricity was limited to ten tera-watt-hours per day. That was barely enough to run a sens-o-vision sim and have enough left over to purify your evening drink.
So to step into a room with a frid
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
Wasteland Samurai Soft, stinging inconvenience was left in the wake of the sandstorm that blew through the stucco town of Pisces. Brooms, shovels, garbage cans, dumpsters and whatever vehicular support the town could muster would bring a swift and speedy end to this golden mess. Samuel and Vincent were working a line gang passing buckets to each other going both ways. The sun stood proud on post, beaming a less than welcomed smile as shirts dampened, and brows and noses and chins dripped with salty labor. All manner of men, whether their pockets were lined with lint or with gold or with guilt shoveled burdensome grains to be carried off outside the city to pile up two miles to the west.Wasteland Samurai1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A seat at the bar with frosty cold brews waited for every man who wanted their pat on the back in the form of a bottle; your heart’s content on the house for the evening. Vincent dropped himself into a candy-lacquered booth rubbing his denim overalls over the faux leather.
Hate Sleeping AloneEach nightHate Sleeping Alone1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I wake
And each night I stay awake
Because without you
I'd rather not sleep.
the artist.01.the artist.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you. try to make some friends?"
dear mom, i am trying
i played chess with a man in the park
i helped a girl find her parents
i am content with who i am, mom,
now i am just trying to help others achieve the same.
i ran into the artist again today
and he taught me how to paint
and then he smiled at me and said, "you're different than the rest."
we made plans, me and
OverworkedOverworked6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
[Rin Matsuoka x Reader]
With a bright screen and a dim light, your eyes are itching and it's hard to keep them open.
Here you are, writing a report for biochemical engineering at 2:30 in the morning. You would've fallen asleep long ago, if not for your boyfriend's amazing coffee-making skills.
"Hey, Rin?" you call out, feeling a little guilty for making him stay up late with you. He has a swim meet or something tomorrow, and although he had a long nap earlier in the day, you don't want him to be tired when swimming.
"Can you make me another cup? I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Give me a minute."
You wouldn't have to be here, but your computer shut down in the middle of your typing earlier; the battery had heated up too much, and you lost at least half of your document. And this report is due tomorrow.
Ever since, you've been saving every five minutes.
Briefly, you close your eyes and rub them softly, before turning down the brightness on your computer. Your legs are numb from
i keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: shortthe beginningi keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: short1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was all curls falling over shoulders and small hands and slender ankles, but she was also all crooked toes and cheek moles and half-baked smiles. she wore skinny jeans too long and too big on her and she always wore a jacket because she was always cold. and he thought that she was pretty beautiful the first time he saw her in a parade, sitting on top of a dodge truck and waving with both hands so that no one was left out. she was the kind of pretty beautiful that only came around when he said something stupid and she shook her head at him, trying to hide her teeth but failing miserably.
she wore glasses but only when she was doing work or when she had a headache because she thought that her eyes looked too wide in them and all she ever wanted in life was to be people magazine's definition of pretty—which she wasn't (but don't tell her that.) she drank tea on sleepless nights, sitting on her porch and stargazing; she thought that ma
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
I Love YouHey, listenI Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I just tell you
How much I love you?
How much I care about you?
Do you even understand
How much you've done for me?
How much you mean to me?
Every time I see your face
My heart flutters
Every time I hear your name
My eyes light up like Christmas
Every time you talk to me
I can't stop smiling
And my mom thinks I'm crazy
Because I giggle for no reason
She doesn't know
The reason is you
Because I often think about the funny things you say to me
And I can't help myself
And when I'm down
You lift me up
When I'm sad
You make me happy
When I'm crying
You make me laugh
When I'm frowning
You make me smile
When I tell you I'm stupid
You tell me I'm a genius
When I tell you I'm ugly
You tell me I'm a princess
When I tell you I hate myself
You tell me you love me
When I tell you I'm a horrible person
You tell me I'm amazing
When I tell you my writing sucks
You tell me I write the best stories in the world
When I tell you I'm Forever Alone
You make sure I'm Never
Beautiful Moment This is it.Beautiful Moment2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The most glorious, anticipating moment of my life. The moment that has me dreaming in mirth since I was 6. The moment that brings excitement just at the simple thought of it. The moment that will change the revolution of the Pokémon world.
Yes. That moment is here. And I am alive and breathing to not only witness, but also to be participating in the magnificent mark of history. A giggle breathes through my mouth. A smile stretches upon my beautiful, cherry red lipstick. Both my hands clasp together, manicured fingers intertwining and locking to a tight grip.
I can feel my throat screaming. I can feel my heart jumping. My toes curl inside my new high-heel pumps. My smile only grows wider, flashing a pair of shiningly bright teeth.
The moment has arrived. And I am only two steps away from the glory.
Taking one deep breath, I close my eyes and turn my heels. This is it, I scream inside my head, I can’t believe today is the day! I can’t believe
train tickets are like 200 bucks.i loved her fortrain tickets are like 200 bucks.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the miles between us,
and i think i
might always do so.
she is printed in my mind,
like some halfbreed stoner dream
and i feel her colors like
sun. rain. hurricane.
leaves side vertically
in my veins,
the left side of a bicycle
wheeling around my brain
and she is a fucking drug, man.
i think i'm gay.
i'm not saying that just to
say it, either. i just
why else would i write letters to her
even though she'll never read them,
and why do i wonder how she looks
right on the verge of
sleep? i think about kissing her
a lot. it's always her.
she is my now. my then.
my way bak when.
but most of all, she is my
why, and that is
Don't Take The Baguettes “Are you still mad at me?” Thomas inquired as he stepped through the doorway. The tall silver robot walked across the room and stopped behind a sofa, on which another robot was sitting. He poked the other robot’s golden helmet, “Come on, I said I was sorry!”Don't Take The Baguettes10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Poking me’s not gonna make me stop being mad at you.” The gold robot growled and moved further away from Thomas’ hand.
“Really? Guy-man! I said I was sorry! I didn’t know it was the last baguette!” Thomas moved closer to Guy-Manuel and proceeded to poke the irritated robot’s helm, “Forgive meee! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
“I’m not forgiving you.” Guy-man crossed his arms and stood up. Without another look at Thomas, he walked away. Thomas thought he heard a noise from the short robot, although it was quiet;
Finding Yourself.Seeing that boy in the window...Finding Yourself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he watches all the kids play...
As they wave to him, he simply gives them his usual grin.
But is he really smiling on the inside?
Is he really happy?
That girl over there with bruises on her soft delicate cheeks...
Everyone asks her what had happened...
If she was ok...
She would just smile and say that she had fallen over...
Was she telling the truth?
Was she really ok?
The woman over on the streets with the child holding her hand...
She says she is 20...
But how could she be when I saw her at school last year at the age of 16?
She says she is living a happy life with a happy family...
But why is it that I see a small tear shed?
As I continue walking down the street,
all I can see are faceless people...
Emotionless as they just shrug past me...
Like I am not even there...
I walked past my old school...
All of the kids were playing their games...
But I saw one...
Just swinging back and forth...
Holding their arms...
Looking to the ground...
Office!AU LevixReaderxEren Part TwoOffice!AU LevixReaderxEren Part Two1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It had been a week since you’d last seen Levi. You’d taken leave for a couple of days to try and get your head cleared up, and when you came back to work he'd gone with business associates to Korea. You didn't mind though. He was the last person you wanted to see.
Eren had asked you for regular lunch dates, and you complied, whether it was the cafe down the road or the steak that you 'simply had to try'. During your meals, he often took the time to send you meaningful glances or brush his fingers against yours, and effectively reduced you to a blushing mess. But still, he was ever the perfect gentleman, opening doors and pulling out chairs, and basically doing everything Levi wouldn’t even think of doing.
You were content, finding that you looked forward to 2pm each afternoon, looked forward to seeing Eren's smile and hearing his easy laugh. But then Levi's secretary had called you, saying that he was going to r