Real Life StoryI remember playing fool thinking my life was easy.Real Life Story4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember walking down along the path laid before me.
But what do I do now when I know that the path has changed?
And all I'm left with is paper dreams; blood, sweat and tear-stained!
I regret being a foolish individual,
I never worked hard enough to be admissible,
Despite what my folks always did for me,
I always took it for granted like an idiot; thinking my life's free.
But now I've come to terms with the pain in front of me,
Even if I wish I was a better man, that's shit that I can't be.
But if you think I'm just going to sit here crying;
I won't be the last ragdoll that the lord left lying.
If all I have is my tongue, then that's what's left to work,
I'm scared about the future, those problems hurt.
But I know what I've got is what I'll put on this paper,
So I won't be putting away my tomorrow for later.
Jewelry - UkFrArthur had been gone for hours now, and it annoyed Francis more than it should have. The Brit had made it more than clear that he was simply Christmas Shopping, and that was a legitimate reason to not want him to tag along. But, three hours was far too long just to shop. Especially for Arthur, who didn't even like clothes shopping with Francis.Jewelry - UkFr5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Francis jumped when he heard the front door open and rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall, only to see Arthur dropping the many bags he was holding onto the couch. The shivering Brit tossed his scarf onto the nearest chair and began to peal off his coat and many shirts, until he was left in a long-sleeved green turtle neck. Francis crossed his arms.
"Angleterre, where were you?"
Arthur raised a large brow.
"mall. where else?"
"for three hours?"
"it's a big mall, Francis."
Arthur have a soft chuckle at how paranoid Francis could be. He felt like he should be flattered, but it really only amused him.
"calm yourself, Francis. everyth
Being Cis Isn't EasyBeing Cis is EasyBeing Cis Isn't Easy11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I suppose that when I was kicked out last night,
for being gay,
that my pain meant nothing,
because let’s face it, i'm cis, anyway.
I think that the marks on my wrist are just ketchup stains,
because i'm cis, so I can't bleed,
Did you know, I'm invincible to pain?
Racism isn't a thing if you're a cisgendered male,
be you black, white or whatever,
you can't experience racism, so why even tell?
Misandry nor misogyny exist of your cis,
so girls and boys, let's stop this confusion,
let's just do away with this.
Depression, huh! Do you mean a cry for attention?
Because if you're cis and experiencing this,
don't bother mentioning it.
And you can't be bullied, you cis scum!
So stop telling us that you are,
because we know you're just making it up.
A broken family, bitch please!
Everyone knows that
cisgendered brats have everything.
Call me stingy, but I ask one thing,
I beg of you to keep the
label “cis” away from me.
Because you love to put us al
The Sea's LamentI sit at the hearth, in some rat filled tavern. I drown my sorrows in the vinegar that the man behind the bar dares to call wine. I am numb to the world. The tides sings in my veins but I ignore it. Another night passes and I have not moved from my seat. People in the room stare furtively through the hearth smoke, and whisper that I am not of this world. The barman keeps them from me for the moment, for he is well paid in forgotten coins. My reverie is interrupted by a sailor, the wine heavy on his breath. He suggests obscenity and I ignore him. He reaches for my arm and I flee the tavern, his face a picture of shock at my dissolution. I seek a place of deeper solitude, far from all sailors.The Sea's Lament10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find myself growing fond of being incarnate, the simplicity of finite vision. I settle in a port that hadn't felt my steps before. I know the language without speaking it before. A room which faces the land lets me forget. I wander the streets, the bustle soothing. The market I learn has it's own
Professor Layton x Reader: Another Puzzle SolvedProfessor Layton x Reader: Another Puzzle Solved2 years ago in Romance More Like This
((A/n: This insert takes place after Unwound Future. If you haven't played the game . . . Spoilers!!! XD))
Gressenheller University’s halls were filled with students and teachers as they hurried to and from classes. Among them was a young Art instructor. She expertly wove her way through the throng to reach the Archaeology department. Along the way, she stole a peek into a specific classroom. To her relief, the professor was still teaching. (y/n) continued on to the office of her dear friend, hoping she had enough time. She rapped a special knock to the elderly woman inside.
“You had me worried, dear!” Rosa said as she let (y/n) into the room.
“I’m sorry,” (y/n) replied while walking in. “Some of my students needed to talk to me after class. They lingered longer than I wanted them to.”
“Next time you should shoo them out,” Rosa suggested, adding the motion with her hands. One of them held a feather duster.
Bittersweet - A Short PL Story I said nothing at this moment. All my feelings had been drained after the incident the previous evening. Claire was gone now, and I had to suffer through it all over again. But that is another topic entirely. This is the present.Bittersweet - A Short PL Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And Luke was crying into my jacket.
Today was the day that I had been dreading since that day we talked near the statue in the underground London. Luke's father had to move, because of occupation matters, and the Triton family was to move across the sea, to America. As I suspected, Luke had to move along with them. He kept this from me for several months, though I'm not entirely sure how he managed, and finally explained it all a few days back.
A few days went by so very quickly...it was incomprehensible to think about the spiral of sad events happening all within a few days time. Claire...Clive...and now Luke. All
Teacher's Pet: Chapter 13In a matter of minutes, Tom and I are pulling out of the parking lot and headed towards the movie theater. I’ve got my ugly windbreaker back on but that doesn’t keep him from looking over at me every few seconds with a smile on his face.Teacher's Pet: Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What movie would you like to see?” He seems eager to help me forget my misadventure.
“I dunno,” I fiddle with the zipper on my jacket. “What’s playing?”
“There’s that new film that just came out… ‘Darkness at Noon’? I believe it’s a film adapted from a book that was written about the Russian revolution.”
I make a face and he laughs when he sees it.
“Alright, then, what would you suggest?”
“What about ‘Remember Sunday,’? That looks really cute.”
A rom-com would be excellent, I think. It would set a good mood.
“Sounds perfect,” Tom reaches over and pats my leg.
“I bet I could have said ‘let’s
My Heart Builds CoffinsMy heart builds coffinsMy Heart Builds Coffins2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with careful meticulosity
Hammering each nail
With such heartfelt intensity
You might believe it enjoys its work.
My heart craves graves
Etching words in stone
For those who can't be saved,
Another letter placed
For ever word you say
Till a name is finally written
To its utter dismay.
My heart buries souls
Waiting patiently for those it greets
To disappear one day
And its work will be complete.
My heart dries tears
by burying its water
So deep inside
Even those it loves won't matter
When it finally buries them
In a coffin by its own design
And I don't mind
Its a task I assigned
Of my fragile heart
To harden it to the goodbyes
To ready it for them
To be ready for when they die
So I'd have no tears left to cry.
My hearts builds your coffins
With a c
Describe Our Love [Drabble Prompt]Describe Our Love [Drabble Prompt]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
An inaudible gentle rush of air blew through your nose, eyes half-lidded and muscles relaxed, the exquisite, intimate warmth of his chest underneath your shoulder blades as his heart sustains an unhurried pulsation against the bare skin of your upper back. Sweet serenity coursed through your veins and pervaded your mind as you two laid there in silence, wherein he allowed you to sit between his long legs on the comfy sofa; he stretched them far out as you lay your smaller body back atop his, and noticed how his feet was left suspended in midair way pass the armrest due to his height too long for the furniture.
The sense of his presence, his very scent overwhelming but always welcoming; and embraces ever loving when you had–long ago–found that rare shade of haven you’ve been searching for in his arms. You couldn’t have been more blessed with such a perfect man.
Movement caused by your lover pulled you out of your quiescent musings, your eyes being brought to the
How to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow Torch5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we were little
It was as if we had gasoline for blood.
Flammable substances coursing through our veins,
Our tongues were the lighters.
We were fluent in the language of blow torch.
But we’re older now.
Our ideas have been dulled down.
When I was little, I told my best friend I wanted to be an astronaut,
He told me ‘But you could explode.’
I no longer know how to speak that way.
How to ignite thoughts and ideas.
How to set myself on fire,
Disregarding the possibility of being burned.
Reduced to ashes.
Because there was another 50% chance
That I’d burn bright like a star.
I hold my tongue now.
My brain almost like a fire extinguisher.
I said I wanted to be a meteorologist.
But I think you have to be smart to be a scientist.
I said I wanted to be a writer,
But I think you have to be talented to do that.
We all are screaming that we want to be alive.
But I think you have to be unafraid,
To catch fire
To do that.
Our Words.Epilogues before prologues––Our Words.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These stories only make sense in reverse.
Tear-tainted-table tops, where tattered pages fly.
An abandoned desk overlooks the open window, what a breathtaking view.
A homely typewriter nests the ultimate-– in it’s inanimate soul.
Shards of sunlight seep through the pale meshed curtains, flying playfully with the inked pages.
We write and die tonight.
We write and die tonight.
We’re all just stories, aren’t we?
Some are long, others short, some crazy and others mundane.
The thing is, we’re also the authors.
Life’s just inspiration, isn’t it?
––For the final masterpiece; act three.
We write and die tonight.
We write and die tonight.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
the aesthetic of being sunderedi had picked up my favoritethe aesthetic of being sundered4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
vase, thin fingers
sliding across painted sides,
when i realized we are the same.
we are too feeble, too exquisite
for we are composed of ceramic.
i am calm when the vase
peppers the floor, its
sharp edges approaching my feet.
but i am not done.
the slick red contrasts
with the light grey and i
am careful to remove every trace.
"we are broken," i say
"but we can be repaired for
gold dust will seal our
fragmented frames and emphasize
that this is a minuscule event.
we have use yet."
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
Loki And Reader Never Letting GoLoki And Reader Never Letting Go2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were so pissed off now!
It's been nearly a month since you were away from your long lost love...Loki.
You missed him more than you could say. You missed his luscious scent, his soft cool touch, the way his eyes sparked with mischief but most of all you missed him.
Ever since Thor had returned to the news on Midgard that his brother was dead it bursted you to pieces.
Everyday the first that you pop into your head was.
"Loki is gone....and I'll never see him again...."
You calmed down after throwing your scarf off around our neck and just sat on the couch crying.
Usually going on a walk in the woods would help calm you down but it was no use. There was green trees, leaves and grass everywhere and you even mistaken the man in the distance as Loki.
Your whole body ached with grief as you suddenly had a cold shiver down your spine.
"Why is it so cold all of a sudden?" you asked yourself.
Getting up and looking at the thermostat you saw the temperature was on eighty degrees.
"I must be s
DistanceDistance11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't seem to close my eyes,
Because if I close my eyes,
I wonder if it's real.
My mind wanders...
It wanders back to you,
And I wonder how you feel.
I just want touch your face,
And not feel the cold, empty screen,
Lonely nights staring at the screen,
It shows me what's missing.
That I often feel,
And the only time I really feel,
It's when you're not missing.
I can't bear the nights without you,
Though those nights are all I have.
It seems impossible to go without you,
When I cannot smile, & I cannot laugh.
But some day...
It'll all be okay,
Because then I'll fill my days with you.
I'll fill my days with you.
It counts down the hours,
To a time that will be ours
In some place neither here nor there.
I try not to miss you so,
But every where I go,
There are pieces of you everywhere.
I can't close my eyes
And not remember all of your smiles
Or how you've driven for miles
Just to be near.
And when I wake,
I can't w
Late Night Texts 8D: FOR SPARTA!Late Night Texts 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You have no idea what actually happened in that battle, do you?
D: Other than some manly ass kicking, no. I have no idea.
S: I'd explain, but you'd just ignore me, so there's no point.
D: I want to watch another movie.
S: Why? So you can cry over a platypus again?
D: You're a heartless bastard for not tearing up, you know that?
S: It was a cartoon, Dean.
D: So was that movie about those stupid lions. You cried like a little bitch when that old lion died.
S: It was sad, Dean! He lost his father!
D: It should have made him manlier. Like me.
S: You have no room to be talking, you cried in that other lion movie!
D: Which one?!
S: The one where that lion died protecting the little boy.
D: That was sad, Sammy!
S: Yeah, sure.
D: Yeah, well you cried in Captain America when he didn't get to dance with that chick.
S: And you cried in Lilo and Stitch when they were going to take away Stitch.
D: You cried when they shot Old Yeller.
S: You cried in the Blind Side.
D: You cried wh
Lonely GirlShe tried to follow her heart beat by beat,Lonely Girl2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But the angry winds swept her off her feet,
How can she live in this small Kansas town?
She sits around all day and frowns…
Do you notice a guy who acts like a clown?
Kansas, why are you doing this to me?
Kansas, why never I with her could be?
Kansas, what’s going on in this dark old world?
Kansas, who is this sad and lonely girl?
Sometimes it feels like I burn with hellish fire,
Oh, God, is it something that I desire?
No, it is a curse,
And will I never break free…
SometimesSometimes I just feeling like crying,Sometimes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like screaming and dying
But I've gotten so good at lying,
You'd never ever guess.
Sometimes I talk and talk and talk,
Or simply go for a walk
Sometimes I'm cheese and sometimes chalk,
Who even is Me?
Sometimes I hate them and you,
Everyone else too
But then I don't have a clue
'Cause it hurts to be this lonely.
Sometimes I forget it all,
Stand proud and tall
But then I fall
And I'm in Hell again.
Falling Snow - TomkiWinter was always his favorite season. Between the beauty of freshly fallen snow, or the welcoming warmth of a blazing fire, he always loved the winter. So it wasn’t a surprise that on a cold winter’s eve, Tom lay out in the field as the snow fell. It was peaceful, relaxing, and somehow comforting.Falling Snow - Tomki2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the cold, melting snow on his eyelids. But when he opened them, the sight that came before him was not what he was expecting.
Loki stood above him, smiling. It wasn’t a sinister smile, or one that was laced with sarcasm. It was simply a gentle smile. Tom sat up slowly, keeping his eyes on Loki.
"Good evening, Thomas." Loki said as his smile grew slightly. Tom smiled back gently.
"Evening Loki." He didn’t move from his spot. "What brings you out on a night like tonight?"
Loki sat beside him before laying back into the snow. “Oh, just the snow. It’s beautiful, don’t you think? It’s like it&
Something's WrongMadness boiling away, beneath my skinSomething's Wrong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making broth of my bones, cooking me like meat
Devouring everything; blindly, without prejudice
Wiping away all of what made me myself
Replacing it all with spider's silk and moonlight
And dark passion, black enough to taint the saints' tongues
Something's wrong inside me
johnlockThere was something weird going on with Sherlock. He barely talked to me anymore, hadn't touched his violin in at least 2 weeks, was almost always somewhere else, rejected every case Lestrade offered him. It was weird. I was worried about him. Sherlock was about to go somewhere, when I stopped him.johnlock4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'What's going on Sherlock?' I asked him. He ignored me. I grabbed his arm and turned him to look at me.
'Sherlock! What is wrong?' I asked. He looked at me with a pained expression. I frowned.
'What's wrong?' I asked again. He sighed and looked at his feet. Then he looked up at me again and did something I hadn't expected at all. He kissed me. My eyes widened and I froze. What the hell was he doing? He pulled back and quickly rushed out of the flat. But I had seen the tears in his eyes. Had that just really happend? Had Sherlock Holmes, the man with no emotions, just kissed me, John Watson? I sat down in my chair and thought about it. And about how I had felt when his lips met mine. I had fe
GerIta: HeartbeatGermany got into bed and was just about to fall asleep when a familiar warmth filled up the bed next to him. He flipped onto his other side and, not surprisingly, found Italy laying next him. He watched as Italy performed his nightly ritual of starting on his right side, then changing to the left, then laying on his stomach, then his back, then finally deciding that the best place to sleep was snuggled up next to Germany with his head buried in Germany's chest. Germany naturally rested his arm across Italy's back and started to fall back asleep, until Italy spoke up.GerIta: Heartbeat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hm?" he grunted slightly annoyed.
"Why does your heart sound just like you?"
" What on earth does that mean Italy?" He asked slightly curious now.
"It's strong and loud and steady, just like you! Why does it sound like that?"
Trying to think of a good answer so he could get back to sleep he said, "Well, it's my heart right? Why wouldn't it sound l
Hey Jude - DeanWinchesterxReader(y/n) sat on her bed, her legs swinging off the side as she let reality sink in. HerHey Jude - DeanWinchesterxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
heartbeat slowed as she took control of her own breath. A bead of sweat grazed down her
forehead as the quietened night stay still, making her wakening more a little more
terrifying. She looked over at Sam who offered to sleep on the couch while she take his place one one of the twin beds. She then looked over at Dean who was sprawled over the whole bed. He could barely even fit in it. Her expressionless face stayed perplexed on Dean. She quietly stood up and headed towards his bed.
Dean felt a rush of cold air hit his face as he lay comfortably under his leather jacket for warmth. He shrugged it off as it being just wind. A tug on his white shirt forced his eyes to widen open. They darted from the ceiling to a figure standing at his bedside. He jumped in his bed as he reached quickly for his cell phone. He flipped it open as the screen light illuminated the bedside part some what.
"(y/n)?" He grumbled