Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,Burning Ignorance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.
You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuff
Dripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,
Burning it raw in its midst.
I want so desperately
For you to know
That I could never hate you
Because you're that type of flawless,
That I could never be lucky enough
To have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.
I'll keep it all inside,
Because ignorance is bliss
And you're blissful.
midnight murmurswhen you look at me like thatmidnight murmurs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to kiss you
feel our hearts beat in sync
share the same breath
the same bed
sometimes I think I could
my life with you
but when you look at me like that
I can only imagine
You chose her.
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThe Fault in the Silver-lining1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That when my eyes are clouded
And my mind is empty
I can hear the clock ticking,
Counting each worthless second gone by.
Do matter how hard I try,
My heart won't beat in unison
With the indefinite continuation
Did you know
That when I lay with my ear close to the ground
I can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.
It slowly spins,
Yet filled with the dead.
Did you also know
That when the blood rushes through my body,
I can hear the wind tremble and quake
With a familiar fear.
Because it knows its fleeting existence
Will slip through the world's fingers.
Did you know
That I'm afraid of that too?
Secondhand Smoke“you shouldn’t like it, it will take you away from me.”Secondhand Smoke1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wish i could say that those words rocked my very core,
from the fact that you don’t want to lose me,
and the sadness that i worried you,
and the million other things i should be feeling,
but as i put the killing thing between my teeth,
and ruined my metaphor with a lighter,
i couldn’t help but think,
Broken Paradigms, Shiftless MomentumsI didn't knowBroken Paradigms, Shiftless Momentums1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you placed your footsteps
on promises that weren't even
I didn't know
you swallowed the fool
but had never even met.
I didn't know
Bright Eyesbright eyes don't you see?Bright Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that the light is burning right into me
yet as my darkness and demons and
devils cower from you
yours are staying and they refuse
and i've had to accept that your
affections for me were
only just a
My Silent Hill RP Bits and peicesMy Silent Hill RP Bits and peices3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Busy tired and Lazy!!!!!!
Joshua was home sleeping very comfortably in Alex's arms somwhere he truly belonged. It was hot and both boys were sweating it caused Josh to whimper a bit, snuggling closer to Alex.
"Alex I'm hungry and we really need a new AC." Josh glanced at his brother with sad eyes.
"Damn I know but I gotta find a job to atleast get the money to afford it...you know that." He petted Josh's wet hair.Outside Bogeyman was listening to the boys small talk pondering on how to help the boys with a few cash HE was a MONSTER and they were in SILENTHILL....it would be normal for him too.Josh was still staring at the fan shifting about.
"Alex I'm gunna head to the park maybe the monsters set the water off." He jumped off of Alex and kissed his sweaty face quickly scampering out the door. He jumped from the stairs singing to himself, the park was just a hop,skip and jump away. When he reached the park and man was spa
Pillage for his Lust, Rape of his PridePillage for his LustPillage for his Lust, Rape of his Pride1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rape of his pride.
Take him to the back when they’re all inside.
Silence him quickly with a cloth to his mouth,
Lock the door, so he can’t get out.
Intake his scent and taste his skin,
Pull on his clothes, feel through the thin.
Push him on the wall and grab his hair,
Caress him softly, so he’ll lose his air.
Unbutton him slowly, contain your victim,
Keep him aroused as you seductively kiss him.
Touch him softly, make him whimper,
Pull him closer, and quietly whisper.
Make him yours, despite his protests,
Hold him tight as descend into closeness.
Listen to him scream and cry out in pain,
But only smile, as you’ve achieved what you’ve gained.
For now he is broken, his soul is crushed,
For a rape of his pride,
And a pillage for his lust.
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
Counting StarsCounting Stars1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was 21 years old the first time that I touched the stars. Up until that summer I had seen writers talk about the feeling of insignificance you experience when gazing up at the vastness of the universe, but it wasn’t an idea that I understood or even believed existed. That is, until the night that I really slowed down and looked.
The year leading up to this had been the worst year of my life. Depression and anxiety were commonplace, and every time a person cocked their head and asked me, “How are you doing? How’s the family?” I grew a little more angry. Comforting hugs were brutal reminders that I was thought of as a porcelain vase, ready to shatter with the slightest nudge and in need of constant protecting. I hated being babied, I hated help, and all I wanted was to be left alone. I was immensely relieved when my dad told us that we were going to our family cabins up in Canada that summer. Our cabins are quiet and away from the world. They are nestled in the
It Took Courage...It took courage for him to walk up to her. Although he is said to have courage, he lacks the ability to show it.It Took Courage...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was just too perfect for him, he couldn’t feel completely comfortable around her. She had silky blonde hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, she was any guy's dream girl. It was hard to be courageous in the presence of her.
She sat there reading the book she had been carrying with her a lot lately. In fact, she was so immersed with her book, she didn’t notice him walking up to her. She was completely oblivious until he sat down in the chair across from her.
The restaurant was bare and had hardly any customers other than the two sitting at the table in the back corner of the place and the single mom paying for herself and her child at the register.
She looked up from her book and gave him a smile, not bothering to speak, knowing she wouldn't get a response. She looked back down at her book, but still felt bad for the male sitting in front of her.
She looked back up
NightMareNightMare1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm lying sick, I'm in daze,
A Demon's running my head,
There's a fox and a blaze,
I'm not on my bed!
I run on the mountain,
I'm feeling so free,
I run on the mountain!
From myself I must flee!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel;
I can't stand this alone,
It's so heavy my burden,
Take me back; Take me home...
Lost inside my own dream;
I can't find my way out...
It's my fever, my sin,
I must wake! I must shout!!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel,
Though it's mine, the guilt,
Stop this fever, my burden
And the tale I'll sing.
The Surfer and the Merman CH 26The Surfer and the Merman CH 263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skye and Cyan were sitting in the bathtub with their backs resting against the wall. This bathtub was smaller than the one at Skye's parents' house, so Skye had his legs dangling over the edge, while Cyan did the same with his fish tail. The whole bathroom was smaller than the previous one, but Skye knew that it was the best he could do with the short time he was given to find a new place to live. The sound of drops of water falling from their legs and tail echoed through the room as the two sat in silence. They both had decided that they were going to discuss their plans about what to do with Nagisa, Zain, Arun, and of course, Hart. However, as soon as they sat down to talk about it, they both fell silent.
"It feels weird calling an evil, apparently immortal pirate by simply his first name," Skye thought, but he didn't know any other way to refer to him.
"I haven't even met the guy. 'Guess I will sooner or later though," Skye let out a deep sigh as the anxiety rushed through him. Howe
A Vampire's ValentineThat I have known your scent innately,A Vampire's Valentine1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I have tasted of your caress.
That I have longed for you so greatly,
That I have wasted dreams by duress.
That I have seen your naked form,
That I have choked upon my breath.
That I have held you to keep warm,
That I have soaked within your sweat.
That I have traversed my minds limit
That I have prayed to give me peace.
That I have made you my hearts pivot,
That I have stayed for your release.
That I have rose from somber crypts
That I have been degraded by my gentries.
For I have drunk nothing but your lips
And I have waited for you for centuries...
Taking Care of Fledglings ReaderxAngels p.1 It had been a long time since the angel gang had gotten together with the Winchesters, who had added a new addition to their own family. (Name) was never very loud, more of a comforting, motherly presence even if she was only about fifteen. She had yet to meet any of the so called ‘angels’ and was still very skeptical of their existence. When a pack of four toddlers showed up at Bobby Singer’s doorstep everyone was confused. They had been more confused to see two of them carrying another one who appeared to be unconscious.Taking Care of Fledglings ReaderxAngels p.11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Dean! Sam! It’s…uh…us….” The toddler with dark colored hair and impossibly blue eyes spoke up.
“Castiel? Is that you?” Dean asked, bending down to see the toddler closer.
“Yes. And Gabriel, Balthazar and um….Lucifer.”
“Well, let ‘em in Dean. We need
One minuteOne minute seems so small,One minute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You grow the seeds of knowledge,
You taste the happiness,
You walk through a labyrinth to your goals,
You drink the warming love,
You share this minute with your dear ones.
But one minute seems so big,
The heartless winds blow over your heart,
The waves of uncertainty throw you from a side to another,
The flames of pain absorb you,
You are in a tiring wait,
You try to light the spark of life.
One minute... So small, yet important,
So big, yet insignificant.
My DiseaseMy fingers bleed wordsMy Disease1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.
PrussiaXReader: MomentsI. He’s six the first time he sees you; gap-toothed smile big as you greet him, dirt on your cheeks and scabs on your knees. He’s six and you’re “Almost six, just like Gilly!" and he thinks you’re beautiful, likes the way you say “Gilly"! when you see him and the hugs you give him. From that moment on you’re inseparable, and most days are spent constructing a tree house in the big oak tree in his backyard. His world consists of you, of cherry popsicles in the summer and sticky hands holding his. He’s only six but he knows he’s in love with you, the little girl next door with pigtails and a gap-toothed smile.PrussiaXReader: Moments1 year ago in Romance More Like This
II. He’s seven when he first kisses you under the oak tree, heart pumping and palms sweaty. His hand holds yours, where two matching temporary tattoos meet. He likes how soft your lips are, how you have to tiptoe to reach him. You part and tilt your head, eyes confused as you ask “Won't we get
Guard HimHis virginity rests in your hands.Guard Him1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at him not with lust, but with love.
He is an angel in the purest, it would be a sin to defile him.
Love him, cherish him, yet know you can never have him.
Guard his gift, his divine purity.
Do not force yourself upon him like a tempest.
He is pure, his is clean.
It is up to you, to soil that innocence the rests within him or keep guard of it.