OSometimes I think about buyingO2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do it.:all the time:.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucks
and meet up awkwardly
and make sexual inneundos at each other
and sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wasted
and slap asses and try on stilettos
and feel so, so warm inside
and put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everything
and joke about people and gossip and derpes
all in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine
...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
HD- Puzzle PiecesI know that i'm in love with you, and I feel really bad for saying this, but I don't even remember what you look like.HD- Puzzle Pieces5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the basics: you had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose. I can't remember what color your eyes were, or what hair style you had, but I do remember that you were tall.
And facial hair. I definitely remember that, because it tickled every time it grazed my cheeks.
But it's been... a week? Maybe two. Hell, I can't even remember when it was I last saw you, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate on everyday life because i'm trying to put together the pieces to this puzzle, but it's not easy.
All the pieces are blurry; a big collage of colors that are supposed to somehow make a face... your face.
I don't remember what your name was, or how tall you were, or even your age. Are you older then me? Younger maybe? It doesn't matter.
I might not be able to
HD - Morning InventorySo, I guess I'm kind of sort of in love with you.HD - Morning Inventory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's weird how that happens, when you don't look for it and don't expect it. Then it like, sneaks up on you and follows you, like a fucking ninja or something.
But yeah, a weird thing happened this morning that I think I should tell you. It's kinda your fault anyway.
So when I woke up, I stretched, and yawned, ya know, all the basic stuff people do when they wake up. And then I did my quick inventory of myself. A guy like me with God knows what kind of lifestyle needs to be aware that he has both hands and kidneys every day.
So I counted, ten toes, ten fingers, two hands, two feet, both kidneys, I assume. No scars, at least none I can't remember. I didn't wake up in a dingy apartment (no dingier than mine at least) in a tub full of ice so I guess I'm good.
Happy with that, I scratched my chest, and then I thought 'where the fuck is my heart?' I could've sworn I went to bed with it, where did I leave it?
Then I remembered, I left it at y
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
HD- GuidingStrong arms wrapped tight around me.HD- Guiding5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling me close and telling everything will be okay.
Soft hands wipe away my tears.
Gentle kisses placed against my lips.
You'll away be here.
I'll never lose sight of you.
No matter how thick the fog.
Or deep the sea.
You are my guiding light.
Bringing me home.
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 2Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You back up against the tree trunk as much as you can and pull your sword out of its sheath. One of the creatures had already reached your branch. Slashing your sword at it, you manage to knock the skeletal creature out of the tree. Every time one got to your branch, you thrusted the sword at it, sending bones flying. Right as you were about to bring the blade down on one in front of you, an arrow hits it. In shock, you step back a bit and move your head to face the direction the arrow came from, and you saw a boy with golden hair who looked your age, clad in green. In his hand was a bow, and a quiver on his back. The boy skilfully reached for his back, pulled an arrow out of the quiver and fired it at the skeleton that was now on your branch. You gasped in awe and looked back at the creatures, one by one getting shot down. Arrows flied past your head like streaks of light. You didn't dare to move.
After all of the monsters were defeated, you jumped out of the tree and cautiously moved
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 11Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 111 year ago in Romance More Like This
A day or so had passed, and you were sprawled out on the roof with Skull Kid sitting next to you, staring into what you assumed was space. You stomach, apparently empty, made a loud noise comparable to that of a dying whale. The Skull Kid, still daydreaming or whatever it was that he was doing, didn't seem to notice.
You sat up and looked at him, "Skull Kid?"
He grunted his typical grunt in response.
Another grunt met your ears, annoying you somewhat.
"Do you expect me to sit here and starve-" He cut you off before you could finish.
"Yep, pretty much," he sniggered.
"This isn't funny! And when are you gonna turn Link back into Link?"
He made a grunt that seemed to have three syllables, which you assumed meant "I don't know."
You glared at him and stood up, heading to peer over the edge of the roof.
"Don't fall," he muttered. You weren't sure if it was because he didn't want you to die or if he didn't feel like using his magic.
"Yeah, I was totally thinking of jumping. I t
HTTYD: Choice, Part 1Warning: Girlslash and Boyslash upcoming (eventually).HTTYD: Choice, Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Three years after the events of the movie, Astrid makes a choice.
Astrid had been out of sorts lately.
She wasn't sure why. Nothing had really changed. Hiccup was still Hiccup, kind, intelligent, and awkwardly self-confident. Ruffnut was still vain, crazy, and wild. And the guys still teetered the line between being amusing and being annoying. The only thing that seemed to have changed was Astrid. It was confusing, and frustrating, and the only thing she knew was that she had to do something about it.
Of course Hiccup could tell. He bore the brunt of her bad moods, obviously. And he wanted to talk about it, had been trying to get her to increasingly often over the past few weeks. She always brushed him off, because how could you have a talk when you had no idea what to say? Well, he'd get his talk tod
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.3Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even during the busiest hour of the day, the chill and the stacking snow only slightly hindered the usual bustle of the city crowd. Figures hidden in desperate warmth skittered down the streets and sidewalks, either alone or in groups, the promise of indoor heating beckoning them to swiftly reach their destinations. The warmest coats were donned, and thick caps and heavy scarves hid the identities of once-familiar faces. Older women shuffled their children indoors as quick as they could, hoping in exasperation that perhaps the younglings would stop complaining about their frosted fingers; beneath the snow-covered awning, long forgotten by a forgetful shop employee, stood a shivering couple sharing a rapidly-cooling mug of hot chocolate, to which they'd exchange sweet kisses despite the cold; heavy-coated businessmen quickly shuffled across the snow-stained sidewalk, cursing under their breaths as each misplaced step nearly send them flying. Despite
TM - so niceTM - so nice6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And he looks out across the dinner table, littered with guns and money and lit candles in elegant candelabras, and he marvels in the smiling faces of this, his family.
For a second, he thinks he sees their pain, burning in their eyes. Tales of shattered households and children of circumstance. Lost parents, betrayals, empty windows...
...things that hurt to even know they exist.
He thinks about them. About his own tragedies. He remembers the bloodshed. The sounds of shells hitting the marble tiles. The screams echoing throughout a wide and lifeless house.
He remembers the silence.
Tears begin to cloud his brown eyes, because oh god it hurts to still be alive.
He can't remember the last time he cried so much.
He thinks it was in the rain, the tears were too cold and too much to all be his.
His scar burns as a warm tear traces it down his face.
He can't remember what it's like to be alone because it's a feeling he had never forgotte
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
The Ref.General info.The Ref.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Do they fight:
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SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.HD - wonder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.
I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.
(no, never. there's nothing better than you)
You're kind of bland and boring-looking.
(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)
Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...
(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)
So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?
(I was living to meet you)
Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...
(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)
Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
Eyes Like IceEyes cold as ice,Eyes Like Ice6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Heart made of stone,
Stare so frozen,
It chills to the bone,
No sacrifice made,
No attention earned,
No life destroyed,
And no picture to burn,
The lines are drawn,
The stage is set,
Make your choice now,
Because you dont know yet,
How much youll suffer,
The tears you will cry,
How oblivious youll be,
To those beautiful lips that lie,
So let your head spin,
Let lies be woven,
And let the scars bear,
A painful token,
Of something you fooled yourself,
To be so very real,
And just let it go,
So you dont have to deal,
With the pain that comes
DriftingI want to float on a cloud.Drifting6 years ago in Open More Like This
To let gentle, caressing breezes push me along.
To let my fingers hang over the edge and skim over the bright blue.
I want to settle into a cumulus.
To tilt my head back to the sun and close my eyes.
To let it warm my cheeks, to warm my heart.
I want to drift into the horizon.
To soar above my problems.
To be where you are.
I want you to join me.
I want us to fly, freely, like two wandering souls.
(Never lost. Together, we'll always know where we are.)
blood-red wine and skeleton jazzi.blood-red wine and skeleton jazz2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the day you left,
your cobweb dress clung to you in ways
that i would dream about for years,
in hot, fevered nights
when the moon thought it might burst
in the sky,
and even the wind wailed your name.
i remember how you called make-up war paint,
and you drew it across your face like a message
i could never decipher;
i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard
your heels clicking across the floor at 3am
when you finally got home and slipped into bed;
i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being,
feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor
and your fingernails dug into my shoulders
and your toes curled into the sheets.
you were always just out of reach.
i tried to break my fist against the wall
the day you left,
but i couldn’t punch hard enough
so i lay in bed nursing my bruised knuckles
and imagined you going to parties in hell,
drinking blood-red wine,
your skin glowing in the light of the flames,
decomposed corpses playing you
IncongruityDull words from a sharp tongueIncongruity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I once begged to run its edge over my body
Cut me open
And lay me bare
Quick glances from a slow dancer
What I would have given for a gaze
Subtle but lingering
Like the peppermint on your lips
But I am a stalwart knight within a stone citadel
Reinforced and fortified
Against your innocuous contradictions
That would poison my soul
through struggle to the starsbefore you were born,through struggle to the stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you scraped per ardua
ad astra onto the inside of your collarbone,
and injected glowing nebulae
in between your vertebrae
because you always loved finding shapes
in star clouds
and on your longest days now,
when the heat wraps its loving arms around you
in an embrace you can’t escape,
and the sun lays salty beads across your skin,
you trace your collarbone absently
and draw a little strength out of your spine
and you’ll stoop a little more with each passing year,
but that’s okay.
it just means the star stuff did its job right.
Poet as PainterThe worldPoet as Painter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your dusty palette,
Your muddied paintbrush:
The pristine slate
rememberand it was colored with freedomremember6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
shades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and blues
turned upside down and inside out
and dangerously liking the new perspective
the world is falling all around him
and all he wants
is to forget
WonderlandWith laced up fingers, I noticedWonderland6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That your heart was undone.
You laughed with sad embarrassment,
(it slid down from your lips, coating my cheeks with heat)
staring down at the cutting red heart
beneath your fingers
And said Ive never learned how to tie it.
PhalangesFinger bones creaked as I reached out,
Shaking out rusted flakes between the hinged joints.
I realized I was out of practice.
Bunny ears. Soft and warm
under glass cold nervous fingertips.