vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
if only nights were starlessi haven't had the heartif only nights were starless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to stare at the stars, lately.
do you remember, darling
we used to sit in the window
waiting for the first flicker
of light to adorn the sky
( diamante on the only
evening gown worth wearing,
you always said )
the first to spot starlight
got to make their wish
and day in, day out,
just as the sunset blush
of dusk began to fade,
i would press my lips to yours
and i would whisper wonders
in your mouth and i would
keep my eyes wide open
you knew exactly what game
i played, but you always,
always let me win.
lately, i've taken to hiding
away when the crepuscular
glory of sunset dissipates
i've taken to sanctuary in
the grey of clouded evenings,
and if i venture out after
dark, i cannot help but to
keep my eyes closed tight;
i haven't the heart to
meet the constellation gaze
of wishes wasted, lately.
Got soulIf the eyesGot soul1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are a window to the soul
Then I would like to close the curtains.
Suicide is Not An OptionWhy are you thinking about dyingSuicide is Not An Option1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you haven't even tried to live your life?
A lesson in realism:you areA lesson in realism:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no such
thing as stardust
floating in your veins or
gloomy poetry stitched
right into your heart.
Your blood is made of
iron - unbreakable,
unbending and unmatched
by any other stronghold,
for you are a fortress
that they will never invade.
wipe those tears away
and know that
you are the only one
who can reinforce these walls.
Fatefate is the slutFate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we take out for
dinner in the Las
Vegas of life.
She fucks us and
then leaves us in
a dusty hotel
room, with only our
empty pockets and
the sun bleaching
our eyes dry
.when we talk.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we use our words
you roll them out
and they land at my feet,
i either choose to throw
or choose to run
Insane!Canada x Ignored!Reader : WishesInsane!Canada x Ignored!Reader : Wishes2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING: May be a trigger.
Everyday was awful.
How does it feel when you’re ignored?
Or worst of all, when your very existence is so ignored, that it feels as though you were never there.
Just a ghost.
You’d tried everything.
It was when you would hesitantly approach a group of people chattering away, and you would give a radiant smile, raising a hand in greeting.
Their conversation would just continue on.
Or when your teachers would take attendance.
“(F/N) (L/N)?” They’d call out, searching through the room.
You would always raise your hand and smile, replying, “Here.”
But their eyes would just skim over you.
“Not here again?” The teacher would frown, shaking their head in disappointment.
“Poor thing, missed so many days at school.”
Even your own parents forgot your existence.
“Why do we have an extra chair?” Your mother would scrutinize the chair you sat in,
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
EnoughSmart enoughEnough1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pretend to be something I'm not
for my own safety
to not bash who I am
Dead Cross my heart and hope to die.Dead1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You never even said goodbye.
Take the memories,
Take the lies,
And watch as my soul slowly dies.
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
.hearts.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
some full of love
Hungary-Hát szia*! -says a woman. When she comes to you, you can see her better; she’s a little bit low, but she has beautiful long brown hair with an orange flower in it. She wears a nice green dress and a white apron. Strange, you can see a frying pan at her back too.Hungary1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
-My name is Hungary, but you can call me Elizabeth! -she crouches to your level- Nice to meet you!
-Nice to meet you too Erzsébet néni*, I’m (y/n). –You introduce yourself.
- You’re like Ita-chan; you both so...
-KESESESESESESESESESESESESE!-you hear an odd laugh.- Erzsébet? I didn’t hear a long time ago that form of your name, Liz!- A white haired man appears next to Miss flower. His suit was blue and his eyes were red. He just continues his laugh, while a little yellow bird flies around him.
-You’re so lucky little kid for the met with the awesomeness!- He looks at you with a big grin on his face.
-Gilbert...-Miss flower seems really angry.
-Uh-oh!- His smile disap
Nicknames - Roy Mustang x ReaderNote - (E/n/n) means an embarrassing nickname!Nicknames - Roy Mustang x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Ne ne, Sparky! I heard you’re going on another date today!” You exclaimed while filling out paperwork - his paperwork to be more precise.
“Don’t call me that, and yes, I am, in a few hours.” He replied while fiddling with his gloves.
“Wah, don’t do that!” Slapping his hands away from his ignition cloth gloves, you nagged, “The last time you did it, you accidently started a fire and as your secretary, I had to clean up the mess for you.”
“Fine, fine.” Stopping now, he only sat back in his chair while doing nothing productive.
“Hopefully this date won’t be a disaster like the others. So, where are you taking the girl this time?”
Snorting in disdain at your first statement, Mustang answered, “We’re going to eat at Colonel’s.”
Milk (Edward Elric x Reader)Milk (Edward Elric x Reader)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Contains spoilers of the ending of Brotherhood, so if you haven't seen it, you've been warned
“Edward Elric I am going to kill you” you growled
“Just leave me alone (Name)!” the blond alchemist growled back
“Just drink it! It is not going to kill you!”
“I don’t want to!”
“I don’t care if you don’t want to! You still have to drink it” you stated, shoving the bottle in front of him
“I don’t have to drink it. I’m taller than everyone here now. There is no need for me to drink that anymore” he exclaimed, almost slapping your hand away
“For gods sake, it is not supposed to make you taller. That was only something they invented when you were small”
“What did you call me…?” he asked, his brow twitching in anger
“Whatever Ed” you said standing up
“No, come on, say it again” he dared
Ed stood up from his b
.i’ll spend.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Edward Elric x Reader FMA: Tangled Wires Pt. 16Your butt and back started to hurt as you were sitting on the hard wooden seats of the train.Edward Elric x Reader FMA: Tangled Wires Pt. 162 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you comfortable, [first name]?" Ed asked, concerned.
"Yeah yeah! I'm fine!" You lied, not wanting Ed to be worried.
"I can believe your pain now, nii-san!" Al exclaimed while rubbing his back. "All those complaints after train rides weren't just lies after all!" He added. They laughed. By the time you were all walking down the path towards the Rockbell residence the sun was already setting. You were only a few steps from the house as you greeted Gandma Pinako.
"Oh my! Are you pregnant?" She asked.
"yes." You smiled.
"I'm impressed Ed, hopefully your child won't be short, like you." She joked. As her and Ed started screaming at each other you and Al sighed, knowing it was hopeless. Everyone heard Winry scream as she saw that you were pregnant. She threw her wrench at Ed's head while sreaming, "What the hell Ed?! What did you do to her?!" She ran and started hugging you trying n
Austria x Reader: His Fair MistressRoderich EdelsteinAustria x Reader: His Fair Mistress2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You crept down the impressive hallways, letting yourself be guided by the hauntingly beautiful melody which echoed throughout the manor. Finding yourself outside a familiar room, you were pleased to discover that the door had been left slightly ajar, allowing you to slip inside without disturbing its sole inhabitant. His fingers danced across the keys in a tender caress you knew all too well from peaceful days and passionate nights alike, and your heart was overcome by an irrational wave of envy as you watched Roderich’s fingertips kiss his first love.
I’m jealous of an inanimate object, how pathetic.
Despite these feelings, you couldn’t deny how beautifully his mistress sang. You’d once tried to play a simple tune, and all your efforts had achieved was proof (in your own mind at least) that the spiteful creature would cry out her raptures at his touch and his touch alone.
A single note rang out, fading into silence. You real
the writers were ice-pick lobotomistswe made a temple out ofthe writers were ice-pick lobotomists1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
layered bones - fit them
together with grey matter.
poet kids, we were waning,
wasting, rotting out our
teeth. heavy hangmen
hammered nails into our
skulls; we were scrawling
Arkham CityThe neon lights of neighboring buildings flickered outside the warehouse window. I was keeping a sharp eye out, seeing some of the henchmen in the courtyard, talking and quarreling as they waited for something to do. They wanted to go out and rave, spill blood, and do what they do best. I ordered them all to stay here. I told them to wait, our time was coming soon. Truthfully, our time was long over. We were laying low. We weren't the top villain in Arkham City. I placed all the henchmen outside to guard the building from Batman.Arkham City4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stayed inside to guard Joker. He was so sick. He stayed in bed all day, trying to sleep through the coughing fits. He hadn't walked for a week and he was staying alive through IV's, not having an appetite for any actual food. He could barely sit up, there was no way he could stand any chance against Batman like this. So I guarded him. If Batman did find us, if he did knock down our army of henchmen like they were nothing but flies, he would NOT get through m
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
.you will always.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
haunt my body;
this is where
and where you'll never
get to leave