napowrimo1. i've stopped fearingnapowrimo1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when i dream about
i just see your face
and get your songs in my
head and stuck in my
and i understand you now
i get it.
i get it
i get it.
2. this is the darkest timeline.
this is everything that can go wrong
this is worse than you dying
this is worse than the burning
this is worse than you overstaying your welcome.
i cant even talk to him anymore
cause it just sounds like
he's sticking his fingers in his ears
and screaming how he's
which i should have done a long time ago.
3. i try to comprehend it sometimes
cause i know that a persons life never feels
the same from the inside as it looks from the outside.
and i'm sure yours was fucking hard, cause it looked
like it would have taken anyone else and just
you still looked tough as fucking nails to me
though, and i swore, no i still swear you are some
kind of indestructble, but the kind that comes
4:51i. the exact same distance4:512 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes this all so
is the same that's
ii. you fled.
i think the oceans salt
emphasized the stink
of utter failure
if it was the strong
from a thousand miles across
imagine how it is
living with it constantly.
iii. bad things come in threes.
this is ringing in my head and my ears
it will hit me and i know it will
knock me down.
iv. i'm done getting up.
just say so.I learned the other day what people mean when they say that you don't stop hurting, don't stop feeling the sting of grief, you just learn to deal with it. You adjust to it and it becomes normal after a while.just say so.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It still kicks me in the chest and I have to catch my breath. I heard your song in the supermarket Tuesday afternoon and I dropped the bread. I didn't even notice until someone started humming it and I asked myself to please not cry in the middle of the bakery aisle and at least wait until I was outside. I made it to the car. And I broke and it was hard to remember that had forgotten for so long.
But I wished it had stayed forgotten.
cause I miss you again and now I'm back where I started and feeling more defeated than ever.
decomposeout of all the waysdecompose9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you hold me
I have yet to find
the one that
old love begets new lovei shut myself inold love begets new love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the walls of nighttime
and a razor
that i'm not where i want to be.
you don't pick up your phone
but you don't look happy either-
what you do look like
is someone in need of a reminder
that you're still young.
i haven't seen carnival lights
since i saw you;
i haven't had sex on another
pull out couch.
i spend nights in my bed
or my lover's,
and still i think of
times i've hurt you
and times that pass me by
when i'm still trying to sleep.
when i break my loneliness
just to be lonely with a friend
and a six pack of good beer,
you're what i'm pouring down my throat,
you and every time i remember
learning to kiss a boy
the way he liked;
how no nightmarish hands touched me
when you were around;
that i stopped acting
like the girl you
and only when the morning comes,
raking her fingers over
the rawness of my skin,
do i know i've found more love
than i've lost.
the truth behind loving someoneyou didn't love her.the truth behind loving someone2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the only movie you watched that ever stuck with you was 500 days of summer, and when she asked you to carry her over the rush of the creek that way that summer would have, you did. you never knew what it was that attracted you to that movie, or the idea of loving a girl as much as the protagonist had, but you assumed it was something you should do. you were young, anyways, and you were good looking, and she, among many, had dropped words in your hands, hoping you'd hold onto something. take it somewhere, ask for more, take more, like you deserved. you don't know why you took more from her. maybe she looked best for the part. you don't really know.
she was happy, always. she listened to music, you knew; she wore her favorite bands like clothing, wore art in her denim and hair length, and maybe she was better looking with makeup on or off, but she looked like a project, color paper cut and placed over her body in haphazard precision. she was a doll, everyone said abo
Fall to Hatred prolougeDescent into Hatred prolougeFall to Hatred prolouge5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was crawling down the quickly darkening sky, leaving a blood-red trail behind it. A tall gray rock cut through the sky, the tip pointing up towards the heavens. There was a cave that cut into the side of this rock. Inside, a pale tan lioness lay on her side, two tiny cubs nursing at her side. Two lions stood over her. One was a dark tan male with a brown mane and pale brown eyes. The second was a pale tan cub with wide brown eyes. She looked down at the younger cubs with curiosity in her eyes.
The tan male spoke. "They're beautiful, Shari." His eyes were filled with love as he leaned down and muzzled his mate.
The tan cub looked up at her mother. "When can I play with them?" She asked, a touch of impatience in her voice.
The young mother smiled. "You'll have to wait, Kuuma. They're too young." The cub let out a dissapointed sigh. Shari looked down at her cubs carefully.
winterxxiii. weeks and days and hours of recovery were instantly undone when that songwinter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came on the radio in the cab somewhere 20 minutes away from home and i sat there sobbing
in the car and i could feel the taxi driver feeling awkward with this girl in the back sounding
like a humpback whale, but i didn't know how to stop. i cried while i handed him the
(slightly soggy) change, and i cried up the stairs, into my room and onto the bed.
all that progess, dissolved in the first 7 bars of a song.
overwhelming wordsthere's a lot you can do with wordsoverwhelming words11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but sometimes i forget how to do any.
and sometimes i look at a keyboard
and see so many words that come together
from just some of those letters
and there's so much to write
that i don't write at all.
and sometimes i think
i drank deeply from the elixir of life
when i was too young
and when i drank i only drank the words
and i spilled them out in the morning
because the night was too silent to break it.
i wonder if the silence i've kept
is as big as the words i've written.
i'm not writing to be censored
it's not like i do that to myself
when the words come rolling
and i don't let them out,
when i'm running down the street
but don't make a sound,
it's not like i'm afraid to be loud.
i hope you can tell by the heat in my eyes
that my gaze turns steady as soon as i lie.
i hope you know that when i write
and my diction turns from eloquent and quaint
to fucking filthy and raging
that i'm finding myself,
even if that takes years off my life
by looking at
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leaves the space next to me
much emptier than i'd like.
my only company is
the sadness that comes from
being alone, and having no strong arms
to reassure me that i am beautiful
and no dream can hurt me-
i can only hope that
you are not the exception.
this is the pen finally knowing
this is how we hold onto the bones
we support in our bodies.
victims of changeonly a thin slat of light falls acrossvictims of change2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the darkened room to rest on a wall
as lonely as i am, a wall that could
tell stories older than the blood in my body.
i think of how we are just people
who organize their lives and loves
into boxes of respective sizes, and
yet these boxes hold more than our
memories - they hold ourselves.
in this room, so many things have
happened: a lost innocence, a lost
virginity, a lost sense of self.
i cannot help but remember how this
room was just a futon and bunk-beds
when we first met, i also
cannot help but realize that this
room has cocooned and evolved
with me, over time.
in an attempt to rid you from where i
sleep, i switch beds.
in an attempt to rid you from myself,
i chance myself nightly.
and though i cannot see anything in
the unlit cave i call my bedroom, i
find comfort in the ceiling, for that is
where my memories, bad dreams, and
apart.and I was sitting in the gutterapart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after trying for the fourth night in a row
to drown you along with
all my other ghosts
and the church
was across the street
cross lit up high in the sky
and it felt
like the complete
opposite of salvation.
it was 4am
and with the neon blue
shining in my eye line
i realised i was alone
i was utterly alone
in the saddest way possible.
how to be a starving mani told him,how to be a starving man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have to
love a starving
woman, the kind
who feeds on
the way you
move and words
you speak, the
kind who has
forgotton she exists,
sometimes, but is
still achingly aware
of how she
does exist. i
told him, you
probably would love
her more than
you think. i
told him, she
loves you even
more than that.
my bonny boyon the sunday you leftmy bonny boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gathered my things and
stood naked in my bedroom,
weeping, calling out to
everyone i had ever loved,
for they would never know the
weight of this pain;
it was the eighth of july,
and you left your heart on
the counter along with
your feelings for me.
and the seasons happened
as if they were love-drunk
and dating each other; there
were summer days in winter,
and winter days in spring.
i hurt as if i knew the definition
of the word and not the feeling.
the last time i saw you
was in a high school hallway,
black hair glossy in the
fluorescent light, lips pressed
to the sickly air.
your eyes drew mine in
and i saw the death in yours.
there are some people you
can pray for all you want,
but when the medication doesn't work,
there is no god.
No way out Creepypasta X Reader Chapter 5“w-where am I?” you thought aloud. You had woken up, ready to face the next day at CP, only to find that…you aren’t in your bed. In fact, you aren't even in your house. Instead, you seemed to be in some kind of forest, everything’s dark, so it seems as if it isn’t even morning yetNo way out Creepypasta X Reader Chapter 51 year ago in Settings More Like This
You just sat there, eyeing your surroundings. A sudden pinch of fear ran though you as you realised that you might be in very serious danger. Getting up in a hurry, you prepared to run, but something stopped you in your tracks. Static. It was loud too, so loud that you collapsed where you stood. A massive headache preventing you from thinking straight. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse…it stopped.
A shadow loomed over you, sending a wave of panic through you. You still couldn’t move. You couldn’t run. But what scared you the most was when you tilted your head to get a look at what would most likely be your end.
He had no face…
even so.you were my eternal bad feeling.even so.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
that lingering kick in my gut, from not knowing what stupid or self destructive thing you would be doing today.
you drank too much, and i tired to pry too many bottles out of your hands in the time i loved you.
not to say i dont still love you, but its different now. its a habit, or just the leftovers of the real thing. somewhere it got too much, the nights got too long, and i was fighting you more than i was fighting for you. the odds were stacking up against us, and i knew i had to get out of there before they buried us.
so i let them bury you.
The meaning of x is not Algebra, Patrick!“Tell me the meaning of life” she said cradling the phone between her shoulder and her ear. She allowed her tongue to form questions her mind hadn't formulated yet; she was tired. She turned onto her side and moved the phone onto the other ear to give the left ear time to cool off. When her ears started burning she knew they’d been talking too long.The meaning of x is not Algebra, Patrick!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you still there?” she asked, eyes open staring out into the darkness. Her brain molded furniture from memory, traces of a life lived in the daylight, but her eyes saw nothing but the faint etchings of a truth – and they wanted something more. She grasped for it; “Patrick?”
“’m here” came the reply. It fizzled through the sound of agitated wiring and she relaxed into her pillow at the sound. “You went quiet on me” she noted with an amused tone. “I was surprised that you expected me to know the meaning of life off the top of my head” he challenged w
lamentfrom ivory fingertipslament1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall the promises
once kept curled up
moons left in palms
from holding on
for too long.
from black-tipped rose-lipped
sprout the seedlings
on tired cheeks,
On being insecure.I am very afraid of putting myself out there. This is the main reason behind all my procrastination. I always have being afraid to put myself out there.On being insecure.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It just seems a lot safer to stay in my own little world were every character knows me and loves me because I told them to. I don't really know why, but something just made me so afraid of people.
Maybe afraid isn't the right word. I'm really not "afraid" of anything. I'm insecure, doubtful. I second guess myself and all my choices in life and all the things I like and all the things I don't. I think about all those things at least five times before I press "send". I preview everything to make sure it is perfect. No typo allowed. No mistake can be made.
Well, if I make a mistake than people are a lot less likely to like me. Who likes flawed, failed, dumb, stupid humans? I mean, who likes real humans, right? Because we all have our flaws and we all make mistakes and nobody is born knowing anything so at some point you have to m
Bitter kisses, 3Mello didn't come out for the next week.Bitter kisses, 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
The blonde didn't want to see anyone, not after that. Just thinking about what happened that night It was enough to send him blushing. He hadn't realized all the things that could have gone wrong while he forced himself on Near. He didn't think about Roger possibly coming up to check on the pale boy, or possibly come up to scold Near for taking a shower so late. Nor did he realize that Near could have turned what happened that night into a very powerful weapon. But that was all that was on his mind now, there he was, in the warm darkness of the room, waiting for Roger or the police to march in, and take him away in cuffs. He was sure that the small boy was going to tell someone, whether it was going to be the other boys, in an attempt to humiliate him. If Near did decide to tell someone, he could almost guarantee that the vast majority of the students would
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - OutdatedHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Outdated2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Canada x Reader – Outdated
Summary: Canada Hetaloid gets thrown out for being outdated.
It was just an ordinary day, with the same breakfast you've been eating every day. You were finally out on your own, and situations were tough. The comedians weren't kidding when they cracked jokes about eating granola and top ramen. Though whenever you got sick of ramen, you switched to chicken noodle soup. Anything that was cheap so you could get your college over with. It wasn't that hard, but it did put a dent in your wallet in order to do. Day to day you just went there, did your work, didn't talk to anyone, and went home. Lately, though, you've been seeing less interaction, and a few of these androids running around. You overheard someone commenting they were called Hetaloids or something along those lines. You checked them on your phone and found them to obviously be out of your budget, which disappointed you, but hey, you could always look. There's an especially friendly one you've taken a l
Lock-in: A MarBall fanficIt was just another day in the land of Aaa, nothing out of the ordinary, especially not for his royal gumminess.Lock-in: A MarBall fanfic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OAAHHH..." he quietly yawned and got up out of bed and got dressed in his royal attire. Tonight was one of his Balls and he had to be up early to help make some of the extra preparations, such as catering and seating arrangements and what music would be played, little things like that.
"...And fiona is gonna be seated here next to me."
"Yes, your majesty." Said Peppermint maid as she took notes. Everything seems to be going according to plan. "Brrrrr, could you close that window? It's really chilly in here." Said Gumball. He could feel a wafting, chilly breeze on his back from the dark, cloudy morning. Peppermint maid scurried to close the large window, the frames were large and heavy, but she managed.
"Making a lady do a mans work, your highness? That's not very polite." said a very familiar, teasing voice. Gumball knew and resented that voice with a passion.
Protection (Itachi x Reader) (Part 1)Protection (Itachi x Reader) (Part 1)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
He was always there, you just never noticed. Watching from the shadows of your home village, waiting for the day when he could sweep you away forever, to keep you, claim you as his. There was no way around the fact, he knew he had rekindled a deep affection for the Leaf Village kunoichi.
The way your (H/C) locks framed your face, how your (E/C) orbs twinkled when you smiled, even the small swaying motions that framed your hips when you walked drew him deeper and deeper into a frenzy. He had to have you. He just didn't know how to say it. Ever since the incident with his clan, and the knowledge given he had joined the Akatsuki leaked, he couldn't tell you how he felt. He would only be granted with hostility, and a scene would break out that would possibly end up with you attacking him.
You were a lost cause to him, but he couldn't believe it himself. So he would watch, follow you at a distance around your daily routines.
"Oi!! (Name)!!" The voice called, alerting her from her
2p!Vampire!Japan X Abused!Reader Ch 32p!Vampire!Japan X Abused!Reader Ch 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
Dream: 3rd Person POV
You woke up in the forest from before, still night time, still has the full moon, still has the tower. You were wearing a long-sleeved white dress with a (favorite color) dragon design and a sakura flower in your (h/c) hair. Your (h/c) hair was in a (braid/ponytail/bun), tied with a blood red ribbon. You stared up at the tower and saw that it was old looking, but brand new at the same time. You can feel a presence in the area, like you are being watched.
'Is it the red eyed man?' you thought to yourself. But as you looked around for any signs him, there was nothing. Yet the feeling of being watched remained...and it was coming from the tower. You looked over at the step of the tower and almost immediantly heard a voice speak to you in your head.
"Come to me, my sakura...do not be afraid..."
'It was the red-eyed man's voice from before!' you thought in surprise. But before you can do anything, an inv