THIMATAΘΥΜΑΤΑTHIMATA2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Δίχως αγάπη και φροντίδα,
Δίχως όνειρα και ελπίδα
Δίχως μέλλον και παρόν,
μέ 'να χαμένο παρελθόν
Δεν έχουν δύναμη να ζήσουν,
όπου νά 'ναι θα λυγίσουν
Είναι δίπλα σου! Κοντά!
Είναι δίπλα σου!
.and like a stone at.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
.you're afraid.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
The Girl and the ChildThere was a girlThe Girl and the Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And there was child
The girl dreamed of loss
And the child played until the late hours of the morning
The girl was sad and lonely
And the child still clung to everything she had
The girl was tired and done
And the child was afraid to grow up
The girl missed the child
And the child missed the girl
One day the girl left her heart on the child's doorstep
And then retreated into the shadows
The child held it in her hands
The child searched for years and years
But she found nothing
She finally fell to her knees never to get up again
The girl came out of the shadows
And saw the child on the floor
And she wept until she had no more tears
And once she cried her eyes, she laid there beside the child
And stared into the dark that now consumed her
The girl nodded for mother and laughed for father
Did for brother and worked for grandfather
But she cried for herself
Until no more light shined
And she was just another lump on the bed
The girl did not know how unhappy she w
TwelveThe orchids shiveredTwelve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the sound of
raw fingers on
your old guitar,
smell of tarnish, metal
and un-calloused skin -
the only songs you know
are your father's
lullabies and a
Christian rock band's
four cords strong.
Played on hot weekends
with the windows open,
twelve years old again,
fat against the waistband
of Walmart jeans
and straw hair stuck
to your forehead
in humid summer air.
I can't feel you here,
in the apartment,
know you're twelve years back
in a different town,
with no stubble on your chin.
Kingdom Hearts.Kingdom Hearts,Kingdom Hearts.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you are destroying my heart,
but I don't feel it.
I may be just a nobody,
but I deserve a heart
just like you.
I still think that I can feel love,
but you never gave me a chance.
When I fade away,
I yield to the darkness inside me.
Fem! Germany x Reader Trading ServicesFem! Germany x Reader Trading Services2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God dang it.." You groaned at the report card you got, looking over the grade you got in P.E. Sure you weren't the best, but this was a heartbreaking grade. The F- mocked you, and you were slowly getting rocks thrown at you mentally. You didn't need this! School is almost out, and summer school is NOT an option. "Wait.." You stopped yourself at trying to crawl in a hole forever. "Monika! She is wonderful at P.E.! I'll just ask her tomorrow at school to help me!" You thought, as fist pumping into the air because of your amazing answer to all of this. Monika were good friends with you, but never really got any further. You were in the same math class as her older sister, her sister is different. I didn't think they were at first siblings, because they looked different and acted different too. After meeting her older sister, you meet Monika. You became friends quick, and chatted once in awhile. You sighed in relief, finally you could go to bed tonight without any worries.
day onei. dear survivor,day one1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day you will be able to look your
beautiful soul in the mirror and
believe when you repeat the mantra;
"I am good enough. I am strong enough."
one day the scars he left on your soul
and on your body will be a distant memory,
and love will fill your waking moments.
you deserve so much more
you deserve so much more
you deserve so much more
ka nui taku aroha kia koe
( my love for you is boundless. )
ii. dear logic,
if only you knew.
if he was my star-crossed lover,
my doomed-from-the-word-go soulmate,
you are the answer that my life was
always looking for.
( if only you knew. )
iii. dear solace,
i have a confession to make:
i've been a little in love with you for years now.
i used to fall asleep
100 proofi.100 proof1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's easy enough to traipse through memory,
accelerant in hand, almost graceful
as you pour gasoline or alcohol
over memento mourning
that already feels afire;
easy enough to toss careless
flames over a hunched shoulder.
To let the world--
to let yourself burn
for just a little
It's a tired adage,
but all fires must go out.ii.
I want to advocate the harder road,
the furtive glances behind.
The padlocked door
seams warped by bitter days;
weren't the days meant to
get better, eventually?
Surely there should come a day
when you can smile at the shadows
and mean it.
Surely there should come a day
when 3 AM fades almost to mythology,
when the vices don't hold you
My head is a war-torn field
all a-litter and trembling;
and I cannot help but wonder
how I continue to burn,
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlOnce Upon A Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she lived.
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to admit that I don’t need you.
I’m not going to tell you I’d die without you,
That you’re like water, or shelter or food.
I’m sure I could get on fine without you.
Got on fine before.
The truth is I don’t need you.
And I hope I never do.
I don’t need you like lungs needs oxygen,
and I’m not addicted to you; you’re not a drug.
I wouldn’t bleed out if you were ripped away,
You’re not some essential organ.
You’re not here to maintain me, sustain me, or keep me alive.
But the truth is I want you.
And I hope I always do.
I want you the way astronauts want the stars,
And sailors long for the sea.
Because wanting is choosing,
and needing is greedy,
And believe me when I tell you I want you
With all of my heart.
The truth is I want everything about you,
I want every little thing.
I want to ruffle the curly hair you sometimes hate,
And kiss the nose you say looks too big in photographs.
Forget-me-not #2You're a little blue flower flourishing in my headForget-me-not #25 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nourished by all the things between us left unsaid
The Fault In Our StarsWe almost died last week, and it wasn't like how you imagined it. There weren't flowers or tumors or hospital beds. It was just us two, gazing into the mirror, peering under our frayed edges, staring through the light to the place beyond, wondering what made perfection so unobtainable. Wondering how death could manage to be so much easier than life [floating on your back, no need for oars.]The Fault In Our Stars4 years ago in Letters More Like This
You may think I am a coward, but, darling, we are so strong, and it is all thanks to you.
You soak up love. You breathe in life and let it travel through your bloodstream. Life is like a virus injected intravenously, fighting red blood cells and capillaries for dominance over this short-circuiting system; burning away pathogens, patching stripped wires, and replacing gears that have ground to a halt. We are a machine [clunking, sputtering, grinding] but life is our grease, and we will continue on.
You absorb happiness like chloroplasts gather sunbeams, reaching up your viney arms, unfurling t
Something Ugly and Something BeautifulThere was just me-Everything that I didSomething Ugly and Something Beautiful5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that I was
Nothing else but all that I amAnd then there was something else-A crack of something
A smudge of something
Something else beneathAnd it grew-The something you introduced
Overwhelmed my everything
Revealing something newAnd it unveiled something ugly-But with every crack
And every smudge
You made it beautifulAnd then I understood.
phantom dwellingGhosts can't smother me,phantom dwelling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they don't exist,
or so people say.
But then, people always say that
your past doesn't have to define you,
and neither does your present.
I find that the things
people always say;
the empty platitudes that
merge into endless litany
those are the things
people are always
There are ghosts making bed
so deep inside my mind,
curtaining off the empty spaces
and adhering themselves to the walls.
They leave no room for nostalgia,
or for sentimental recollections.
If there are no places
to keep these disgraces
from clouding my mind,
then how can I open the blinds?
I want to invite jovial beings
inside to sit on my sofa
and have light-hearted chats.
I want to reinvent myself,
open the windows, let the sun in,
and dust off the ornaments;
and if I could only make
somebody smile, I think it
would all be okay.
But they say your past doesn't have
Counting SnowflakesLet's count all of the snowflakes, check to see if they're the sameCounting Snowflakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catch each falling sun on our tongues
Run through rivers of starlight
And give each cloud a name
Can we go back?
And it was a prefect thing, when the snow fell
Like Mother Nature put her finger to her lips, and sung the world to sleep
Breathed her icy breath across the city,
Smoothed out each hill, valley, and corner
Bare trees lay laden with Winter
and even the birds decided they could sleep in
I loved to touch that perfect thing
Be the first to break the spell
Called myself Armstrong, said that my first bootprint in this paradise
Was just as special as his on the moon
Not even a fireplace and hot chocolate could call me home
until my boots were frosted like my birthday cake
and the yard laced with a roadmap of what must have been the biggest city in the world
'Ama and Papa didn't like this perfection
Grumbled about roads and time and work that was so much more important than the snow
Took their screaming mach
The Art of Poetry KillingWhen I find an old poemThe Art of Poetry Killing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Packaged beneath an allegory
Or taped beside a piece of prose,
Warm and balmy and still swollen
Ripe with the undisturbed
Within their plastic wrapper,
I untangle its cellophane bindings
To find it's too old
And too stale for the proper use of a poem
So I pluck out its
Like some guts of a creature
And sew them
Onto other dust poems
Like the mismatched socks
Of a child
Just like murder is an art,
I still walk away with ink on my hands.
The Host - Ian - After Wanda Ian awoke to darkness, sprawled across the mattress on his back. He felt that something was off, but he didn't know what. Yawning, he sat up and stretched. He turned to the side, smiling, expecting to see Wanda laying on the other side of the mattress, asleep, but she wasn't there. His smile disappeared.The Host - Ian - After Wanda6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wanda?" He received no answer.
He sprang to his feet and rushed to the red door that was blocking the exit. He wrenched it out of the way and it landed on the dirty, stone ground with a bang! Not bothering to lift it back into place, Ian ran full speed to the kitchen. Oh please, let her be in there! Please, he thought to himself.
Ian skidded to a stop in the kitchen; looking around the cave room he saw Andy, Paige, Brandt, Lily, Aaron, Sharron, Maggie, Trudy, Heidi, Geoffrey, Travis, Heath, Jeb, and Jared.
Noticing Ian's obvious distress, Jeb stood up from sitting on a large rock. "Ian, what's the problem?"
Ian stood there, saying not a single word, wid
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sour and acidic, like the first
shudder after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss, every sporadic, treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion; only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
two minutes at the bottom of the oceani open my eyes and the room is underwatertwo minutes at the bottom of the ocean1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a refraction of light--
tail flicked & then the sediment settles
like dysentery, this narcoleptic soul
to pulse, spin
into a paralysis of the
this is the pressure that creaks in my bones:
this is the space between my mouth and my mind
& the few centimeters between my ears are pulsing
with the things I cannot get to my hands
but my head is not a fucking ocean:
it's a flaw in chemistry
After Training [Hajime Saito x Fem!reader]After Training [Hajime Saito x Fem!reader]5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"146, 147, 148, 149, 150."
Outside in the courtyard on a hot sunny day, Saito counts off the number of swings completed by the trainees. He ordered the whole group to finish 400 swings in one day with little breaks in between. If someone did not do 400 swings, the person will be forced to do another 100 for each step they take in the courtyard. Sometimes you think of yourself as 'unlucky' because you confronted to Saito about your desire to protect yourself with a sword. You insisted to him about becoming one of his students and now you're a part of his training unit.
"151, 152, 153..."
As Saito continues to count off and examine everyone's posture, he keeps a close eye on you. You somehow managed to keep up with the group as far as pacing goes. The feeling in your arms begin to fade, your legs are solidified jelly, and your hands turn numb. How could you keep this up? There's three-fourths of the training left until you can relax.
347 swings later...
Andy Biersack x Bullied!Mute!Reader, SaviorAndy Biersack x Bullied!Mute!Reader, Savior1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I cry as I run home, the bullies I hate them, I hate my family, I hate myself. I run to my room and lock the door with tears falling down my face. My family hates me because I was born mute, and the kids at my school hate me for the same reason. I sit on my bed and grab my mp3 player and put my headphones in, I put on Black Veil Brides- Knives And Pens (I love that song it was one of the first ones I heard). I sigh and lie down on my back and close my eyes.
I open my eyes and sit up, I stand and grab my knife my uncle gave me before he died the one person that cared that I was born. I walk to my window and open it, I look at the ground I was two stories up, I sit on the window seal and look back at my door. No one will miss me they've said so before, I look at the ground before jumping out, I roll when I hit the ground. I stand and start walking, I walk into the town I live in and to the hotel my uncle used to own, I walk the empty halls to the roof.
I open t
wingsto the bird-girl; i thought by now you'd know,wings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your wings are nothing but decorative.
you can hover, love, but never soar and you'll
never clasp the sunshine in your fingertips,
never touch the moon in the instant before the rain.
i thought by now you'd have found them;
they ( fiercely clawed and bright of eye )
who tore you from the nest, all alone -
and yet all you do is flutter by me,
you delicate butterfly; help yourself.
you're lonely and everyone sees it; you're longing
for a world of your own, you're a dreamer,
it's blindingly clear to us all, darling, run away -
flee the chaos you were born into,
pluck those feathers and run to ground
with the lizards and creatures of the night
( forget the sunlight, love, forget what it
feels like to drift upon airwaves. forget. )
dear bird-girl; you are so adored,
but you cannot remain here forever.