A Knight's PledgeI swear to you that I will protect you.A Knight's Pledge1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more pain shall reach you ever again.
Let me be your shield and repel the attacks.
I swear to you that I will fight for you.
No more dragons of the dark will grip your heart with terror.
Let me be your sword and cut away the monsters.
I swear to you that I will pick you up.
No more will you have to stand alone and feel weak.
Let me be your companion even when others abandon you.
Let me be your knight.
But more than that, let me be your friend.
Don't ever feel like you are alone.
DespairingDespairing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
whispersthere are too many of you;whispers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
too many skeletons and bones
and ghosts and [whispers] clogging
the area between my eyelids
and my iris.
you drown out the colour in me,
taking me from that vibrant green-
grey-blue he used to love so much,
to a washed-out makeshift memory
[whispering] into my soul.
I (don't) want to be aloneI want to be aloneI (don't) want to be alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So no one can hear me screaming
So I can bleed out my pain
So I don't have to hide the problems
And the wounds
I want to stay here alone
Fighting my inner demons
With no help
Nobody to feel my pain
Nobody to fight for me
I want you to leave me alone
So you won't get caugh
In my spiral of darkness
And self destruction
Please (don't) leave me alone...
can you remember how it used to bei.can you remember how it used to be10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when our world shattered, i wasn't
old enough to know. i knew our
mother cried at night and clutched the sheets
until her knuckles
turned white; that you shut
yourself in your bedroom and turned your
back on what was breaking;
i only knew for sure the day he
said it's only temporary, kiddo, that it
was done, a permanent fracture
in glass already strained. my world was ending,
and i could only watch.
our father didn't count as
home for the longest time. he wasn't a
replacement for the
mother we missed during the days, and he knew
it, i think.
i think it broke his heart.
that first christmas was half a tree because
there wasn't enough room
in the duplex for a full one, decorated
with bud light coasters
and tiny ornaments strung on with unfolded paper
clips. a lot of them broke when
they were flattened, and i never saw the
symbolism til my childhood was gone.
i think mother lost
herself for a while, there. i knew she
wasn't sleeping, but an eight
year old doesn't know h
Molly's FairytaleMolly's FairytaleMolly's Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Molly tells Sherlock's story in fairytale form to the children in paediatrics
Warning: Post-Reichenbach feels in the end.
A dark and gruesome afternoon after an accident involving 13 cars, resulting in 7 deaths and 9 injured, Molly Hooper found herself at the end of her shift. The young woman tossed the gloves she had been using into the trash, shoving her labcoat into her backpack as she made her way through the double doors leading to sweet freedom.
The rain made odd patterns on the large windows in the hallway and the silence was deafening in inexplicable ways. A steady ringing sounded through her ears, a result of talking to co-workers with the radio on one minute, and walking in complete silence the next with only her footsteps to provide reassuring sounds.
Before she would make her way home to indulge herself in soap series, take-away dinner and her cats, she made a note to stop by paediatrics, just like she normally did. The chance that she woul
the natural progression of thingstomorrow i will try to write you a postcard.the natural progression of things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it will be hard, and i will spend hours trying
to think of a way to compress these last
three years into a single box.
‘Did you see the last Dodgers game, I bet you cried’,
maybe, or ‘Sorry I punched you in the face, I hope
You’re still bruised enough to remember me’.
yesterday, the neighbor asked for sugar
and i filled your old coffee mug to the brim
to give to him and when he tried to give it back
i said, “honey, keep it, no one likes Nickelback anyway.”
i wake up in the middle of the night because
of things like that, you know, wake up with a hand reaching
toward the other side of a too big bed, bridging the distance
like the Colossus. we are both struggling to make ends meet.
after all, most nights i still think i can feel the ghost of your
breath whispering over my wrists: a secret, a promise, a manacle.
i’m listening to your favorite band
at three o’clock in the morni
dear sacred, unnameable, unapproachable youeverything is interconnected.dear sacred, unnameable, unapproachable you9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on that rough patch of a slippery road
in the passenger seat i stared into the noise wall.
i knew then.
to carry this conviction in the purse
of my stomach like a leaden bullet.
there are ways to smuggle this
and make it out alive, i repeat.
she the catalyst,
empty bullet case
shifted gears and became a stranger.
you turn around and see
a wall of a slippery road.
one to zero,
limp neuron. and i believe
we all switch modes
but is it circular and are there ways back to foreground.
i am god i am fraud,
(as in) here is where we converge
and conversely split up.
here at self-pity our cultures briefly meet
listen i do not play chess.
i am not faking it when i say i am reaching out.
it is very clear that i am on the edge.
and nightsky synapses lock arms
the circumference of the
suspension bridge before it
the suicidal king of heartsthe truth is i haven’t gone to churchthe suicidal king of hearts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in years and the town i was born in is one
half train tracks, one half hotels and one half
fast food restaurants.
i guess i was always going to be good at running away.
it’s in my blood.
i’m getting too old to still want to turn
into a mermaid on my sixteenth birthday
so i do not have to worry about taxes
and income and the difference between mols
and moles and the difference between
wearing your heart on your sleeve
and giving it to someone you trust.
it would be nice to not have to worry.
but if this poem is about honesty,
i have to tell you i still dream about that
the thing i’ve noticed about growing up,
is that you’ll think you’re old and you’ll think you’re old
but you’re never really grown up until
you walk past dandelions without picking them
or step on one two three cracks in the sidewalk,
without remembering there is something you should be
some days, i’ll
wanderlust syndrome1.wanderlust syndrome10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
excuse yourself into
a plethora of dirty boots and
manoeuvre between the
sweaty poles of adults' jeans.
the phantom pain of subwoofers
behind closed doors
makes it seem tragic. the tactile coldness
of the soft drink in your hand
takes on importance.
sneaking upstairs, you are almost a man.
you think there will be someone in that room
with a tired look of complicity and a
who will share with you the mystery
pointing at the blue glow, whispering
fiddle with backpack straps,
a casual mention of "hey, goodbye
i loved you man"
the words their peripheral
hearing will toss at them in hindsight
he went out for a beer and
never came back
and somehow it makes you chuckle
in the chill of nascent march,
and the sleet on your boots makes you think
you will laugh just the same
sipping punch in a cabin
invisiblei am an old woman.invisible1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my bones creak like a spring bed
and i must move
my pen speaks better than my tongue
but the words come out
a slow trickle.
they are ugly
my time is coming
quicker than i can walk
but my bones shake
under the weight
is a better teacher
when eyes bend before it,
but no one looks
my knees hardly bend
but my will to stand
i ice my wounds
and pray the swelling goes down,
but i remain
moth to flame ‘ achilles wasn't themoth to flame10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
only one with a weakness, ‘
and you said, maybe i'm a crook
for stealing the voice from your lungs,
but you are the fool who let me get away with it,
as if i were supposed to know that love was only
ever effervescence disguised as something beautiful,
that i would dissipate into seafoam; penance for my sin.
‘ press your fingers to my heart,
and i'll go down, too. ‘
the idiotso they wouldn't talk about itthe idiot10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they made myths,
and you cried
nurturing a child
and you saw to it that the signs
arranged themselves so as to explain
unforeseen behavioural betrayals.
so the corners of the mind
and to navigate them meant the lifeless
smirk of a spider,
in short, it was different
and you were terrified.
and there was no fixed exchange rate
for the pain emitted into the duosphere
from your frame atremble,
what if the mark on its forehead meant
the seed of corruption's bearer.
so when the time came
for the fledgling to resurge
you had hope
that the curse h
Popularity ContestI thinkPopularity Contest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fame is an unworthy dream
like a candle
it only lasts until the wind blows
and then it’s off
for quieter pastures
for younger and more desperate hearts
and you’re left in the cold
wondering what you did wrong
and if you should have
seen it coming
P.A.I.NPeter’s teddy bear is made of glassP.A.I.N2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Its blood is clear like purifying water
yet dirty like the foulest trash
You’re such a vampire, my little boy
and you can’t sleep without your toy
Annie’s stronghold is built on sand
Playful warmth, sunlight reflected
But on shifting grounds it is impossible to stand
You’re such a kid, my little duchess
therefore, you cry whenever your castle crashes
Irma’s hands are full of mud
She’s digging up the dirt, hoping for a crimson carpet
Her kiss contagious, delivers the plague
You’re so naïve my little doll
selling yourself for a fool’s gold
Nicky’s bed is made of reed
His bedroom roof is made of marble
Ten years now he’s peacefully asleep
Nobody knows how it happened
His note had slipped under the carpet
tuesday nightsthe full moon aches.tuesday nights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tuesday nights are always full of statues.
i wonder what it is to be dead. do you remember
the mother? the comedown from the other, write
as an animal, as a breathing piece of fabric--
the fabric felt in the lines.
you are the main event. hold still.
disengage. you are no mercury flower.
imagine imagine imagine. the airplane
coating of skin to bone. all flesh is concentrated
on your ankles.
so much has happened and will happen
before we can respond to this as an end. epicenter.
the spider-work of lines.
the gas station attendant wondering
if he did the right thing.
the sky holding its breath, beware, beware.
there are no other answers.
there is never anything but light,
and light on light never told us anything about what
we needed to know or be or wear or be wary of.
catch the clouds in your hands.
call me miracle, though i am not
a thing of wonder, i am still
i am still a being made of sticks.
watch me fall apart.
exhaustion makes the most beautiful s
decomposeout of all the waysdecompose9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you hold me
I have yet to find
the one that
Ch4Assignments+Important StepsYamamoto Shigekuni Genryuusai sat calmly in his soutaichous chair, continually steepling his fingers together in a wave motion, contemplating the disasters that had befallen his Soul Society. Three captains had deserted. What was worse was that they now turned against Soul Society. The powers of Aizen, due to his nefarious deception, were virtually unknown and obviously of superior strength than most captains. He held some doubt that the other two were quite as skilled at hiding their true abilities but one could never be too sure, especially in the case of such villains. Nine captains, not including himself, against the three deserters did not bode well to him, especially considering the additional hollows they would have to face. He would have his hands full facing the Gillian, allowing no room for him to assist the others. And could they even truly work together, the way that would be necessary in thiCh4Assignments+Important Steps8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
just another adolescent love poemlet’s get this straight right now:just another adolescent love poem9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are people i can only talk to
at four o’clock in the morning, when
the line between decency and secrecy
becomes just as blurred as the one between
night and day.
you’re not one of them.
i’m not ashamed of you.
or scared. and don’t try to tell me that’s not
a miracle because i still check under the bed
for monsters and behind the shower curtain
for serial killers. i know it’s all in my head
but things like that make me terrified;
i mean, i still hold my breath crossing by a cemetery
and someone else is always going to have to kill the spiders.
i’m hoping that someone will be you.
which i’m also hoping i’ll never accidentally tell you
because it’s like i lose all cognitive reasoning
around you, even when we’re fighting.
you split me down the middle, half of me wanting
to tear out your femur and beat some sense into you
and the other half wanting to give anything,
even the foun
the corruption of soundso many of those who used to doubtthe corruption of sound1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
have ceased to move, coordinates
collapsing into dead flies
and post-tidal residual slime
on the giant's infected foot.
the sword-ends of stilted conversations
are left at the doorstep,
the preacher the anarchist and undefined
drink to the obvious,
dishwasher weedrags in their flat beer,
this is the liquid that would froth with pepper spray,
lava no longer ages, its wrinkles have healed,
broadcast to mortal enemies: HEAVENLY PERFECT SPHERE ACHIEVED.
like a selfish baby,
a shamelessly rouged planet peers through the blinds.
Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.Today I Died3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
'why don't you open the window'some selves burn bright and unforgiving'why don't you open the window'10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a warholian display of loathed
shank and plate served in news-
paper ads with sarcastic taglines,
this one will not
occupy the front pages
a balloon deflated, liquefied &
do not go there. all references to the melting pool
so far behind that the reins of spiraling sidewalk
have slipped from its palms and woven
themselves into the mane of the
so far behind that whoever it was moving
towards has become laughing steed
by a sun-lick into cloudmass casing.
and the disem body
sighed this bile floating up like
clots of jellied reptile blood
to aerate the rooms with
passing time that
turns to wisdom.
Ch1 Reflections of the PastHitsugaya cursed himself silently. Cursed the fact that he was unable to control himself. Cursed his failure. All he had had to do was look at Unohana-taichos face to realize that she knew. His face exuded nothing but calm, but she had seen through him easily. She had understood, had tried to persuade him, to coax him. She was unsuccessful, of course, but that mattered not. What mattered was her knowledge. She had asked him quite clearly. Why didnt he speak to Hinamori? Why did he wait when he knew she was waiting for a reason to wake up? The answer was as obvious as the fact that she knew. Had possibly known all along how carefully he watched Hinamori. Why did he not speak to Hinamori?Ch1 Reflections of the Past8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was easy. Hinamori wasnt looking to him. She wasnt searching for Hitsugaya as a taicho or a childhood friend.&