My Heart Builds CoffinsMy heart builds coffinsMy Heart Builds Coffins1 year 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
Gerita oneshot Fluff "I will tell him. I will tell him. I will tell him." Every muscle in his body clenched tightly, reducing his strides to a nervous shuffle. He wiped his hands on his shirt, leaving a dark mark behind. He didn't notice. "I will tell him, I will tell him, I can tell him..." He whispered obsessively to himself, hoping the words would give him the strength he needed.Gerita oneshot Fluff4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then, his eyes reached that man, and the innocence that trailed clumsily along with him, "Good morning, Germany!" He chirped. It seemed that Feliciano was outside his own house to do nothing more than pick the wild flowers that grew in his yard. It was strange, it was a waste of time and it was such a beautiful sight that Ludwig could feel a sudden rush of warmth all throughout himself. He stopped walking, his posture straight and correct as ever.
"G-Good morning, Italy." He
On a rainy day - MystradeThe small café was full of people, as it was pouring outside. Lestrade was one of them. He hadn't expected it to rain today, so now he sat by the window and waited for it to pass by. He had no money for a cab either, just enough to buy a coffee. He sighed. It didn't look as if the rain would stop anytime soon. It was a twenty minute walk home. Well, there no helping it. Lestrade could either stay in the café for the next few hours or endure twenty minutes in the rain. Just as Lestrade was about to step outside the door, his phone went off. He looked at the text message and a small smile crept on his lips.On a rainy day - Mystrade3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Are you intending to walk home in this weather? It's rather unpleasant.
Are you observing me?
Yes, of course I am. Care to answer my question?
Don't have a choice. No umbrella, no money.
I could provide you with both if you want me to.
Only need the former.
Instead of a reply a black car pulled up nearby and a man in a bla
-do not-10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who i should be
what to believe
who i am
i am not you
and you are not me.
GerIta: NightmaresGerIta: Nightmares1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was after midnight, and Germany had just finished his paperwork. He had spent all day focusing on it, only stopping once for a quick meal. Italy had insisted that he take a break for awhile, but he refused. This paperwork was extremely important, and nothing would distract him.
Italy had tried for about an hour to convince him to stop. He poked his face repeatedly, he whined, he even "accidentally" spilled water on the floor to get Germany's attention, but nothing worked. Germany was determined to get his work done. After awhile, Italy gave up and walked off sadly, not bothering him for the rest of the day.
Now that Germany had completed his work, he was exhausted. He could barely keep his eyes open, and although he had barely eaten and his stomach was growling, he was too tired to eat. So he quickly got ready for bed and walked into his room.
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
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual1 year 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!
Being Cis Isn't EasyBeing Cis is EasyBeing Cis Isn't Easy6 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
GenderfluidI am...Genderfluid1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the one who some days
wears pretty jewels,
does their face up,
sings melodies and dances around
free to be me.
the one who most days
ties their hair up,
tapes down their breasts,
hides in a hoodie in jeans
scared to leave their room.
the one they call
but will turn around to say
when I act and look 'correct'.
with a soul
and a beating heart.
Call me what you will,
I don't care anymore.
I know what I am.
I am genderfluid
and I accept whatever may come
because I know who I am.
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 131 year 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
Remembrance.I rememberRemembrance.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the coarse feel
of the tepid sand
beneath our feet
as we stumbled over them:
beside a stale creek,
for a night
and if only
at the bottom
of a bottle
your blissful face
your chaotic hair
just as the sun came up
over our bodies
our skin still drunk
off the touch
of each other's
My cheeks remember your lashes
how they fluttered
as our kisses deepened;
the subtle sweet of love.
And it's a good ache,
And I press it
like a bruise,
And I listen
to those blues
as they spread out
under my skin.
Broken Teardrops on my keyboardLaying here under the darkBroken Teardrops on my keyboard1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking up at the dark starry night
The stars glimpse in the dark sky
They remind me of your smile
The moon shines bright
The memory of your sparkling eyes appeared
I knew you're gone and I have to go
As I close the door behind me
I fell in temporarily love
With a stranger
He was a friend of yours
But I couldn't speak to him
He has a connection with you
But even if I fell in temporarily love
You're still all I think about at night
You're still my reason to the teardrops on my keyboard
You're still the song I keep singing to
I wish I can come back to you
But the world knows I can't
My broken heart still beats painfully
I still cry to the broken sound of my heartbeat
Remnant of a Forgotten WorldOh sweet the silence,Remnant of a Forgotten World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lasting ten million years,
Waiting and begging,
Asking for when the day may come,
For that final sweet release.
Longing for a chance to create,
To recreate the past,
Giving all the forgotten glory,
And all it was before,
In millions of years before.
But this time our chance to create,
Never again will it be tainted,
Never again will the hands of our creations,
Will rise against us,
All of it will be their silence.
And I brought them pain,
Pain to their youth and hope,
And great crushing weight,
Silence will be replaced with whimpers,
But not of birth.
All hope will vanish,
All hope will be nothing more,
But dreams and tears,
For there is no more will,
No more hope.
Now I end their world of dreams,
And filled them with nightmares,
Coming from those demons,
Howling their praises to the Devil,
Like a hundred thousand screams.
Our Words.Epilogues before prologues––Our Words.1 year 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
Describe Our Love [Drabble Prompt]Describe Our Love [Drabble Prompt]1 year 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
The MistakeOnce upon a time there was a happy couple who lived in a cottage and they were good tax-paying, law-abiding citizens who did as they were told and if they complained they kept it to themselves and didn't cause a fuss.The Mistake4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day a terrible plague swept through the village, affecting different people in different ways. The husband was turned into a woman. He wasn't as tall as he used to be, his hair was long, his chest was round and soft, and his waist well. His lean muscles were suddenly weighed down by the extra weight he was now carrying. His soft skin was not as immune to injury. His shapely figure confused many people of his real identity. He could no longer work in the fields as long, and didn't get as much pay, he and his wife were suddenly shunned from society, a minister claiming to have a 'cure' for this plague had come in and converted many of the villagers into blind idiots. The husband was groped at bars by drunken men, seeing only the curves and not the mascu
Power To The GhostsI hear voicesPower To The Ghosts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to heal
My broken heart.
They don’t know
Nobody can hear
Their crazy things
That she loves me.
I know the truth
She doesn’t want
My poems by her side.
I want her now
We want her now
With all the life
Behind her laugh.
She will belong
To all our souls
Forever in love.
And we don’t care
If she says no
She will come
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
Fatefate is the slutFate1 year 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
Just A Flesh WoundI ripped my heartJust A Flesh Wound5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
off my sleeve and
tucked it safe
inside the hole
that you tore
through my chest.
I knew it was safer there.
Thanks for that,
I'm just so careless.
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
Late Night Texts 8D: FOR SPARTA!Late Night Texts 83 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
Be a star - inthelittlewoods - LYRICSJust few more minutes,Be a star - inthelittlewoods - LYRICS1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Til the enemy ship wins,
And old.D walker thinks he's startin' to see things,
An Ethereal presence appears,
The alarm rings!
Points to the monitor and faintly there's 3 pings.
Punches in the co-ords,
setting course for the zone,
By the time he comes around,
He cant believe what he's shows,
Been searching all his life for a place of his own,
Seems our lil old explorer has discovered a home, sing!
You gotta go wild!
Gotta be a star!
Cuz the battle over Nexus is pretty hard!
The final conquest?
Or a brand new start?
Pick your side,
And then play your part!
Yo what you looking at?
Yeah I'm a Draken man,
Good for scratching and,
If you step to me, well ill pimp slap ya clan,
Through the fire and the flame like that dragon band.
Then there's the Chua,
Known as the little blighters,
Small and fury but they're devastating fighters!!
Aerosols and lighters,
blazing up the elderoots and anybody else def
Loki And Reader Never Letting GoLoki And Reader Never Letting Go1 year 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