firefighteryou arefirefighter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what do I mean by that?
you are the bonfire in the summer sand
in the setting sun. you are the setting sun
when the flames align with the horizon;
your eyelash touches are a thousand
wishes coming true in a single breath.
you are yesterday today and tomorrow
all in a kiss, a constant reminder that life
isn’t so bad so unfair so impossible to live.
I forget reality in your eyes--
I mean literally,
you are not a bonfire. you set the bonfire.
and you’re not a flame, only attached to the finger
passing across it in a dangerous tease. you are
eyelashes and breaths and lips but you are also
synapses misfiring and calling me the love of your
life who you do not mean. you have life in you
but you are not life and
there is something beyond you.
someone else beyond you
that I must reach for and I must,
in the name of her,
imagine new metaphors.
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -Sacrament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a blessing to the sane;
hating is a curse,
a sacrament of pain.
A blessing to the sane -
such a worthless trick;
hands upon the sick
Hating is a curse
and yet I wear it well;
coins inside my purse
will pave my way to hell.
A sacrament of pain -
thirst I cannot slake;
a kiss my lover feigns -
this illness that I take
Winter SongWinter Song2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You killed him.”
A long sorrowful wail carried on the winter wind as two stood facing each other across a frozen pond. “ I returned him to the earth,” his elder sister answered quietly as she tucked the ends of her blue scarf around her slim neck. Hazel eyes streaked with dark slashes, Feliciano stood dumbfound and broken. The boy was long dead but the wound was fresh.
It had been years, years since Feliciano had seen that boy. That happy boy with sunlight hair.
Arms clinging around his own shoulders, Feliciano hugged himself as he tried to stop the tears leaking from his eyes. He knew. He knew whatever sister did, she did it for him. She had never wanted to kill the boy but she had for his sake. It was old news to her now.
“Feliciano, you did not need him.”
The Pet SkinnerThe Pet Skinner2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Vivian was a teenage girl, Long brown hair with black tips and ginger brown eyes, She lived in Italy but knew a good amount of English given her friend Amanda over the internet, I guess you could say Amanda taught her the language and Vivian learned pretty quick, Vivian was an only child given her mother died weeks after her birth, her mother died from a heart tumor. Amanda, A Blonde hazel eyed American girl, Who had a thing for hunting with her father. They video called over Skype once a week, but one certain week, Vivian will never be forget..
The screen of Vivian's laptop flashed a light shade of blue followed by the loud ringtone of a incoming Skype call. "A-ah fuck!" Vivian yelled as she nearly jumped out of her skin, She dropped the book she was reading on her bed and clicked the green Answer button.
"Amanda! You scared the shit out me..." Vivian answered with an irritated tone.
"Oh come on! I just wanted to surprise ya, Vivi. I had a busy week an
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
Inspirational...Although it is sadInspirational...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live in such stress,
I have now found
That one thing is certain.
Somewhere in this mess,
You just have to pull open the curtain.
Weeping AngelWeeping AngelWeeping Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is an heavenly figure looking down on me
Trying to help and guide me
She is my own guardian angel
She has wept many tears on my behalf
I have made many mistakes
I have lost myself in fiction and fantasy
Reality is too hard to cope with
So I use my creative talent to write poems
I share these words with you
Each tear of the angel can inspire a new poem
I hope to be famous one day
And all my hopes and dreams may come true
The world has passed me by
I hope it is not too late to gain redemption
I pour out my heart in words and dreams
I hope my work meets with your approval
And you can share in the emotion
That I try to express
I have to thank my precious angel
For giving me hope and faith
I dedicate these words of love and gratitude
To my beautiful weeping angel
Mistah K's RapMistah K's RapMistah K's Rap7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Mistah K, and I'm here to say
That I'm fat, and I'm happy, 'cause I'm built that way.
I usedta be a sarge, but now I'm livin' large
"Cause now I'm the teachah, and I'M in charge!
Take a look at my beard; don't it look real wierd?
Well, now don't be "skeered"
'Cause it's just mah beard.
'Cause I'm the F.O.C. (that's a Fat Old Cracker)
In a P.W.R. (that's a Plain White Rapper).
The One To Walk AwayThis man walks tall and strongThe One To Walk Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strait into her chambers
With all but desire
An intention to kill
For she took her life
The one that he was to love
This goddess of everything but beauty
In his eyes
Unable to let her go
But as he see's her
On her magnificence
The beauty of her
A true goddess of love
She beckons him to come forth
And as he does so
His intents slowly slip away
Engulfed by her total beauty
Her hand is held out
And he is to take
The tempting lust rising deeper within him
As he becomes harder and harder
She notices and smiles
A devious smile with harsh intentions
Pulling him to the bed
She makes sure he wants
Tugging at the sheets
They roll and love
With the most intimate of desire
His guard completely down
The knife that was used on his own love
Lay only under the satin pillows
One reaches for the knife
Knowing that neither of their intentions are pure
That one is to kill
And the other to betray
The light of day slipping away
The blood dripping off the bed
And the l
I rememberRemember when we had all those fights?I remember3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About who loved who more?
I remember... And I guess I won.
Remember all those nights we laid together?
And you asked me if I was sure that I loved you?
I remember... And I love you still.
Remember that day when you almost lost me?
And you cried because I could have died?
I remember... And I kinda did.
Remember that night when you cried in my arms?
You begged me to never leave you?
I remember... And I never did.
And do you remember the time you said you would always love me?
And I asked everyday just to make sure?
I remember... And you lied to me.
Another minute pleaseForehead pressed against the shower wall.Another minute please3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scalding water rolling off my shoulders down my back,
Rinsing away grime and sweat of another day.
Not only that.
Worries, fears, hate and sadness along with it.
Because for a minute...
For just ONE minute...
I can feel her warmth on me.
I can feel her warm arms wrapped around my neck,
and her legs intertwined with mine.
For just one minute, I can feel her breath on my face,
Her lips on my cheek, and her skin against me.
And for just ONE LAST minute,
I can snuggle into her essence.
And drift away from everything.
And feel her love for another moment.
And for that FINAL minute,
While my tears wash away and my heart slowly breaks.
In Good TimeLike a kidney stone, or a rainy day.In Good Time5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're sad and depressed but the feeling won't stay.
The stone will pass, the sky will clear.
Soon you'll be filled with nothing but cheer.
Keep your head up and your spirit high.
Life will get better by and by.
Remember my words you silly thing.
Always look to the heavens when you sing.
Hatred and DispairHatred and Dispair3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Poetry: Thoughts and feelings
Hatred and dispair
You lie and you trick,
then you smile;
to cover the sickening truth.
Oh how I hate you!
Let's count the victories;
of you and your twisted ways.
The number is to great;
but where to begin?
Empty love, trust long forgotten;
Our bond - shattered.
Four years wasted,
soon but distant memories.
Sour kisses and bitter hugs,
oh do have mercey!
A laugh gone rotten,
Words that do kill-
what, with the aid of your striking
I was a fool.
Bending here, there and everywhere,
only to please.
But I do not wish,
Regardless of my hate.
In the end;
you will get what you desevre,
I won't see it.
Bright and shining
hope, awaits me.
Just sit and watch-
never! Bask in my glory!
I will have you cripled with remorse,
thinking; where did it go wrong...?
No, ask me the question;
but I will laugh.
Foolish women, digusting friend;
oh how I hate you!
FlamePrince In Love Prt. 5FlamePrince In Love Prt. 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
She pointed her sword at him,
"Don't joke like that dude," she said loudly so he could hear,
Water Prince stood up,
"I'm sorry princess, that was a very bad joke, I came here to greet you" he explained, Fionna lowered her sword and looked at him confused,
"Why?" she asked, Flame Prince walked to the shore, he looked in pain when he got out of the water,
"Are you okay? you seem hurt?" she asked worriedly,
WP looked at her,
"You-your asking if I'm okay?" he confirmed, Fionna nodded, he blushed,
"Don't you think, I deserve some good beating, because I played a bad joke on you?" he stated, Fionna stifled a giggle,
"Na-uh, my sister often pranks me," she said to make him feel better, he didn't seem that bad,
"You-your feet is disappearing!" Fionna shouted, WP looked at his feet, he jumped back to the water,
"Uh- sorry about that, I can't go to land" he spoke, Fionna sighed in relief,
"I can't believe, there really is a water kingdom in AAA," Fionna mumbled, Water Prince laughed low
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
GermanyXReader ForeverGermanyXReader Forever3 years ago in Romance More Like This
(A Long time ago)
You strolled down the empty hallway and smiled softly, gently you placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the maids. The castle was bustling with excitement and preparations for the ball that would be held later that evening. Elaborate decorations and portraits lined the walls while statues were shined and instruments were being tuned. The chiefs were busy cooking and the castle smelled delicious to say the least while maids rushed around cleaning every inch of the castle. "Excuse me, do you know if Lord Gilbert is in his room?" you asked her quietly. The maid looked nervous as she stopped her cleaning. "Oh Princess ___, yes my lady, he is in his room. He just finished his fencing practice," she explained. You nodded and thanked her as you continued down the hall to the room you had visited many times when you had been younger. You raised a hand up and knocked on the wood gently, even with such a quiet knock Gilbert heard it and yanked the door open with a big gr
America x Reader- Can I be your Hero?America x Reader- Can I be your Hero?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You stared at the flickering flame that danced before your eyes, tiny tints of light reflecting in your (e/c), rather annoyed orbs. Today had been a rather special day for not only you, but for your boyfriend, Alfred F Jones. It had officially marked the day that he had asked you to be his girlfriend five years ago, and you couldn't have been happier. Although he had told you he had 'important buisness to take care of' that morning, which wasn't very unusual for him, he would meet up with you that night.
You had said that it was fine, though you couldn't help but feel a small pang of sadness hit your heart hard like a weight. You were a tad disappointed that he would leave you all day to be by yourself when he knew it had been your anniversary. But, knowing that he was a busy guy, you didn't try and argue with yourself, or him, about it, and decided to plan him a surprise dinner that night to celebrate. Everything had seemed to go by smoothly. You had cooked the two of you din
GermanyxReader - Broken SaviorGermanyxReader - Broken Savior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Easy. Easy, Luddy.”
Ludwig grunted as he painfully sat down on the couch. _____ looked sadly at his bloodied and bruised face, wanting to wipe the dried stream of blood that trailed down his chin. She quickly went to the kitchen and soon returned with a damp washcloth and a small white box. She set the box down on the couch beside Ludwig, and placed the washcloth gently on the German’s discolored and cut cheek. He flinched as it made contact, but slowly leaned into it.
“Hold that there for me, please?” _____ said softly.
Ludwig did as asked, and _____ began to pull off his shoes and socks. She then sat up on her knees and gingerly slipped off his shirt. He grimaced when his arms had to twist back slightly, but relaxed back into his seat. _____ stared momentarily at the bruises starting to form on his torso, but looked away and took back the washcloth and sorted through the white box. She extracted a bandage and placed it on the long cut on Ludwig
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmered in the moonlight, and in the distance she could make out the silhouette of the Revenge, and she sighed with relief when she realized that it was moving away.
Her relief was quickly replaced by guilt when she thought of Thomas. She had left him behind. She shook her head, unable to believe her own selfishness. She should have fought harder,
(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 4Lost(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jeff the Killer X Reader
A/N : Here's chapter 4 is finally up! Watch out for strong language! Hope you enjoy! ^-^
Guide : (y/n)=your name, (y/l)=your last name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)= favorite color.(Insert ???) shall also be included.
Age : 18
"N-New h-home?" you stuttered, looking at Masky in disbelief."B-But I-I can't stay here-"
"You must and you will." Hoodie pushed you in and you stumbled, growling.
"Alright, alright.Push me like that one more time and I'll release Mariah's fury all over your ass..." you muttered.
"Mariah's fury...?" Masky asked you, confused.
"My "best friend" who thought it was funny to put me here in the first place.If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here!" you grumbled.
"Makes it sound like you hate staying with us already." Jeff said.You walked up to Jeff and poked him in the chest.
"Ay, look buddy.I didn't ask to come here.Nor did I ever want to be here.I just want to g
Jeff The Killer x Reader part oneJeff The Killer x Reader part one2 years ago in Settings More Like This
________'s Point Of View:
An uneasy feeling brews in my gut as I briskly walked home from school. "H-hello?" I nervously call out, stuffing my mittened hands into my pockets. A small rustling sound echoes through the darkened street as I begin to sprint home. What if it's the killer? Reports say his killings have been nearing Willowbrook Road (A/N: That's where you live in this fanfic)....
I finger the dagger in my pocket, ready to pull it out if needed. I slow my pace down slightly, rounding the corner. Glancing behind myself quickly, I scan the street. No movement. I let out a soft sigh, unlocking the door. Pushing it open I call out, “Mum, you home?" She waves at me from the kitchen, a grim smile on her face.
"Welcome home darling, your Father will be working late." she smiles quickly at me, a quick, but beautiful smile. "Okay," I murmur, "I'll be in my room if you need me."
I flop down onto bed, spreading my textbooks in front of me. "I think I'll do English first..." I yawn,
Journey of DeathJourney of DeathJourney of Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Grim Reaper is on the scene
The collector of souls is searching for new blood
To fill the chasm of heaven and hell
He has many skulls laid at his feet
The skulls of those who did not make it into heaven
These are the unfortunate ones
The ones condemned to hell
Welcome to the world of the damned
All souls perish here
The Grim Reaper is searching for souls
Whose fate is black
The devil waits to welcome them
And The Reaper gathers the skulls
As a memento of his journey of death
Vampire MelodyVampire MelodyVampire Melody2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The vampire is on the hunt for new blood
Cursed to prey on human flesh for eternity
But this vampire is a little different
She is dressed for a masquerade
And she is playing a violin
She is playing with such passion
Tears fall from her eyes
She always plays a haunting piece of music
Before she starts the search for new blood
She has feelings and emotions
She can relate to the pain of her victims
They will join her in this eternal curse
They will hunt together
The music fills her soul
She remembers when she was a mere mortal
And destined to grow old
But she fell in love with a vampire
And her fate was sealed with a kiss
So if you hear beautiful music in the distance
Somewhere close to the local cemetery
Don't be fooled by the haunting melody
It is the sound of death
So run for your life
And avoid the kiss of the vampire