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!
.you're afraid.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
.and like a stone at.1 year 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
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
Disney High: Singers/DancersSome people are singers and some people are dancers.Disney High: Singers/Dancers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lumiere was a singer and always had been. He had a light, pleasing baritone and made full use of it.
Cogsworth strongly suspected that the man sang so much because he couldn’t bear to keep his mouth closed for any respectable length of time. It was rather true that, if Lumiere wasn’t talking, he was either singing or unconscious.
Lumiere sang everywhere: in the shower, in the kitchen, and occasionally in bed. At first, Cogsworth had been none too fond of having French lullabies murmured into his ear as he tried to sleep, but he slowly grew accustomed to them.
Lumiere didn’t only sing real songs, either. Occasionally, just as a break from ceaseless talking, he would sing an entire conversation. It often happened when he was far too pleased with himself and needed to express the overwhelming self-satisfaction.
He often sang songs about Cogsworth. He never knew quite wh
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.
Forget-me-not #2You're a little blue flower flourishing in my headForget-me-not #24 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nourished by all the things between us left unsaid
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.
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
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.
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
After Training [Hajime Saito x Fem!reader]After Training [Hajime Saito x Fem!reader]4 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...
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.
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,
Something Ugly and Something BeautifulThere was just me-Everything that I didSomething Ugly and Something Beautiful4 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.
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.
cataclysmshe wants to drag the syllablescataclysm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
over fragile lips, just as she
drags the smoke like a delectable
dream, through her mouth and
into shuddering frigid lungs.
( she doesn't want to feel the
saturnine silence seeping
through her broken sentences )
she wants to utter the words
as if she were giving birth,
because each sound is a rush
of pain, of suffering, a paroxysm
of unbelievable tenderness
masked by her choked-up tears.
( suicide is too cowardly so
she screams instead, shatters
into dead letters on the carpet )
she wants to begin again in a
utopia filled to the brim with
psalms, sonnets, and rhetoric;
where love is everlasting, where
cigarettes don't sear like hell-fire
she just wants a world where
the darkness is not visceral,
where a stanza possesses beauty,
where a prayer can be heard.
( and when her heart aches,
this is the song it sings )
AppointmentsI'm a little early for the appointment. I'm supposed to meet someone after they finish with their engagement. The problem with arriving early is that some people don't take it well; and I don't like being hasty. Sometimes, I'd rather not have the meeting.Appointments1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
While I wait, the city moves around me. People pass me as they briskly walk to their destinations. They hardly pay any mind to their path; instead they are mesmerized by the cell phones and devices they carry. Some don't even notice when they nearly graze me. Anything could happen, and everyone is so hyper-focused on their own self, that they wouldn't notice.
Traffic clogs the streets in somewhat organized lines. Vehicles crawl, protesting with horns and shouting. Everyone is in their own world, even in the cars. A distant siren occasionally adds to the cacophony.
If I listen carefully, I can hear some noise at the end of the alley. They're a bit indistinct. I sigh as I realize I was much earlier than what I liked. The sounds stop sho
momentit took a thousand paper planesmoment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defeat the silence;
aching through vacant ephemera,
but nothing lasts forever;
the world is quick to remind you
it took a hundred thousand questions
- hand-written, cherished, forgotten -
to produce a single listless answer,
yet still you are insatiable
incorrigible, glorious and true
and so you dance, all alone
unfettered in the dusk,
pirouettes in the dust;
there is no-one left
to whisper with you
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.
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
overflowI tried to show you all the broken bones in the cupboard,overflow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cobwebs beneath the staircase;
all the schisms, and chasms,
and chinks in my a(r)mour
but your finger touched my lips
in a curious sort of way, and you said
hush, darling, don't say a word
none of that matters anymore
so I tried to shut away the ghosts
but now they're out and about
and coming for me
and I have no hope of escaping
with my heart so chipped and faded.
A Hero. The Ruler.I never meant to be a hero.A Hero. The Ruler.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanted to make things right.
Never wanted to save the world,
but I felt the need to fight.
No one should have to bow down.
No one should surrender their all,
but he was their shepherd,
and all the sheep were so small.
A dark hero,
valiant and fierce in his desire for freedom.
A white knight,
driven with mad with power, yet seen as a beacon,
and me in the middle,
never wanting a part.
I was filled with desire,
and a thirst to follow my heart.
Now they all look to me,
but how can I rule?
This wasn't the plan.
How could he have been such a fool?
I'm only the black sheep,
just as minuscule and insignificant.
I'm just the one who took a stand,
but now the world is in my hands.
A not so private proposal (LoZ - Link x Reader)"Haaaaaaaah..."A not so private proposal (LoZ - Link x Reader)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed what felt like the hundredth time for this day as you rolled around in your bed so that you were laying on your back, facing the ceiling.
Rusl had been keeping Link pretty busy with various tasks over the past few days and you'd rarely got to see him, even though you were living together. The blond often had to get up very early but you'd always managed to see him off nonetheless. However, this morning was different for you had awoken to an empty bed.
Groaning, you grabbed a nearby pillow and pressed it against your face, deafening the frustrated cry you let out immediately afterwards. Even though you really wanted to, you knew that you couldn't keep staying in bed for the whole day and so you pulled yourself together and got finally up from your bed, only to grumpily stomp down the stairs to the kitchen.
It wasn't until you saw a small piece of paper laying on the dinner table, that your grim expression turned into a curious one.
You wondered a