In Memoriam Elliott SmithIn Memoriam Elliott Smith12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to a dead man's music
His body only just cold
Blood gushing from his heart
Like lyrics used to from his pen
"I'm not uncomfortable feeling weird"
He sung, and it comforted me
He wrote of taking the easy way out
But didn't, or did he?
His voice lingers in my head
Like a ghost not wanting to depart
And the reflection in the water shouts to me
That nobody cared, nobody understood
I'm never gonna know you now,
but i'm gonna love you anyhow.
SomberEven before she walked through the door of the church, the young Princess Selene Nocte Luna of the Equestrian Empire had decided she disliked funerals. The clothes were terribly scratchy, and silence among so many ponies was unnerving to her. Though Princess Luna enjoyed silence, with so many other ponies milling around morosely in the courtyard, afraid to break it, she was utterly disturbed. Her sister, the young Princess Helios Diem Celestia of the Equestrian Empire, seemed perfectly at home, however. Princess Celestia was known, at least to her sister, as an impeccable actress that took joy in adapting to the environment around her; she walked beside her sister with carefully-planned somber footsteps, her expression a mask of fragile and broken sorrow for a pony she had never met.Somber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That pony was Queen Callista, a very distant cousin of Princess Celestia and Luna’s mother, the queen of the earth. Queen Terra strode beside her daughters now, alongside her husband King Cielo, rule
"Only the Good Die Young"I think i've always been an idealist,"Only the Good Die Young"8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
since i was tall enough to stand.
I'd tell the truth to a fault, put secrets in a vault,
And keep trust as beffiting a man.
But i think to be an idealist,
one must always remain naive.
In a childlike way, lest the world have its say,
And lay you low as one of the bereaved.
For i fear i'm becoming a realist,
of most bitter and twisted bent.
As the world trudges along, and i fight to cling on,
I can't help but feel innocence rent.
For it seems to get along in this world,
one must compromise or one must die.
"Only the good die young," is a truth thats well sung,
And those who live long live out the lie.
DarkRemember the time when you were dead?Dark12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed.
Fate has decided fate must be true,
But come on and tell me why must it be you?
I see you behind the mirrored glass,
Straight jacket muzzle mask,.
Kicking and screaming tied to a chair.
Come on and tell me, this just isn't fair.
Its time to go and leave this place,
Lay to rest, and forget that face.
Now its over you can breathe,
We know your safe, and I can leave.
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
A Bundle of Joy - Levi x ReaderA Bundle of Joy - Levi x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This
When you called him into the living room, Levi had no idea just what he was in for. Maybe if he did he would’ve been more prepared for what you would say to him, not that he’d ever find out now.
You sat on the couch, your hands in your lap as you twiddled your thumbs and nervously shifted in your spot. Levi simply waited for you to finally work up the backbone to say whatever it was you were about to say. If he were being completely honest, though, your silence was bugging the ever-living shit out of him.
“Umm… So, Levi…” you mumbled, not even looking him in the face. “Uh, so… there’s something that you should probably know.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured. What is it,” he more so demanded than asked.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes tight. “I’m pregnant!” you blurted out.
His face was void from any expression, save his slightly-widened eyes, as he tried to comprehend those two words. You
white noise.sometimes i turn off the greasy yellow lights and run the water lava hot.white noise.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the quiet porcelain is an untouched coffin
familiar as the look in your eyes.
i can hear my heart beat in my ears
and i stare at the ceiling until it darkens and blurs at the edges.
my body is heavy as lead
i cannot remember the weight of movement.
sometimes the closest i can get is the suicide between each breath
and the apology unspoken on the inhale.
my skin is a ladder i keep climbing,
i can see through the rungs to the fat cells that weigh down my bones.
my hand becomes his when it creeps uninvited over the landscape of my body
and across the staircase of my ribs.
i can't erase the feeling of his body pressed like a book
over my flower.
my head is white noise that bleeds red,
but i'm tired of all the blood.
tired of all the memories like channels
i keep flicking past.
sometimes i wonder if i cut enough slack in my skin,
confess, like there's blood pouring out your mouthfear is licking at thisconfess, like there's blood pouring out your mouth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cobwebbed mind & i
feel cinematic; like a
i'll write myself into a
& outline cinder bones
to match - ingenue,
you are an esoteric's
nightscape & i, your
morning's fever burns.
the afternoon you loved meIt rained and I drankthe afternoon you loved me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too much. You covered
your body in red paint
and played dead in
You were disgusting that day.
Then the telephone rang like
an electric violin & nobody
spoke for hours. You
me to drown
in a rum puddle.
Later when the rain
had stopped you told me
that I looked beautiful
lonely & miserable.
On sadness, she wrote.I’m sad all the time,On sadness, she wrote.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I do the dishes and wonder
when I got to be so sad,
and I do the laundry
and I wonder where all the
sadness comes from,
and I clean the bathroom
and I wonder how all the sadness
fits inside of me,
and I smoke too many
cigarettes and wonder if the
sadness will ever go away.
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.7As the creatures words sunk in, you felt your heart skip several beats.Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.79 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You blinked rapidly and took a few steps back. You weren't angry, you weren't terrified, instead you felt a foreign and unexpected feeling that you couldn't find a
You looked back at Jeff, who had a hand curled into his hair in frustration. He met your gaze for a brief moment before looking at Slenderman.
"But can't you just-"
"My Proxies have a particular skill set, as you've most likely seen from Jeffery. Now, I must ask; what is your relationship with him? It is extremely unheard of for him to spare a life."
Slenderman said, cutting him off.
You gulped. What was your relationship with him?
Friend? No, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he wanted to.
"He had said that he kept me around for company, out of boredom." You replied, which was the honest truth. Jeff wasn't affectionate in any way, and enjoyed getting under your skin.
The only time he showed you concern was out of necessit
conspiracy.it's autumn and the crackle of leavesconspiracy.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
match the sound of the fire beneath
the layers of our red raw skin, ready
to burn us both if we get too close.
tonight, i will be
the cat that cannot meow,
the wind that has yet to choke on the sea
the daredevil who's afraid to dance
the contradiction in your eyes, in your voice
"what if we all drown in our sleep?"
and i say,
"what if we don't and sleep away all of tomorrow instead?"
and the sun says,
"what if we don't sleep at all?"
tomorrow will be winter and we'll forget
what it's like to lie too close to the sun
what it's like to walk through every wish
we breathe with every intention of falling
autumn held every promise i was too scared to trust with the stars
static words and turbulence."your deepdarksecrets will never compare to my filthy fragile sins."static words and turbulence.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"we'll just see now won't we?"
you share perfection with desperate city skylines and pretty eggshell bones. scars rest on sweet skin and ashes. blood will crash through unsuspecting veins. the walls can only be built so high.
[i can hear you spinning, swerving, laughing, crashing
hint: these are wordsi am lethargic. my arms are sticks and my knuckles stone. my bones hurt to work. they are only placebos lying to me under my skin. but my skin is not so deceitful. and neither are my nerves.hint: these are words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my spine holds too many memories. i wish i had two- one for myself and one for you. one can be to touch. it doesn't mind the feeling of sticky appendages or ghost kisses. another can be to feel. it can let me forget. it can let me be strong again, a girl with thick backbones and healthy things honest under her skin.
sometimes i wake up with a sore chest. i wonder if my organs are beating me in my sleep. they feel glued to the bid of my ribs like serpents' tongues. my eyes are so dry i can't see. it hurts to see. but i can still see under my eyelids.
and all i see is your back.
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.6"Wake up."Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.610 months ago in Romance More Like This
No... no, I can't. I don't want to...
"You need to wake up ______."
I'm scared... I'm too scared.
Your eyes snapped wide open, watering from the blinding light above you.
You were alone.
The room you were in was cold and the walls were worn and dirty. A metal door stood at the farthest end.
It smelled of wet concrete and mold, making your nose twitch.
All you were wearing was a long, dirty hospital gown.
You tried to sit up, but noticed tightly buckled leather straps restraining your wrists and ankles...
to the cold metal table beneath you...
Stained with blood...
Terror slowly set in as you thrashed and tugged at the restraints. You began to scream.
"Jeff! Jeff help me! Please get me out! Somebody help me!"
You screamed and struggled until you heard the door at the end of the room opening.
A figure slipped in quietly, making your heart sink.
This is it... I'm going to die a slow painful death.
You tugged at the restraints harder a
joeyi want him unpoetic and graceless and impossible, rawboned and alive with the thrum of stubborn, stupid strength, arrogant and cocksure and good, with a roughscuffed heart of gold that longs for home and loves whole and pure and hopeless with a wanting that makes the words all tangle and catch in his throat but flow warm and willing from fingertips that know me better, with a rogue's twistlipped lightning smile and a laugh that rings echoes of the child he wasn't long enough, and eyes always, always burning fire-under-glass: brighter by the weight of the world on his shoulders or my dreams between his lashes, gold whispers blinking slow by dawnlight.joey3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
hungry ghostsswallowing the morning glow andhungry ghosts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
going down down down
to where nothing alive
the palls of grey hanging
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
tthe soul can be purgedt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
people is the wreckage studying itself
Songs for my father"Don't close that car door,"Songs for my father4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she says, but he is islands away
and cannot see the shore, does not
know that walking means running means
The world is never the same when you return.
He forgets porch lights sometimes burn
out, and whether they are hot or cold depends
on when the world decides to turn
on your side of the sun, on summer heat, on
When you come back fighting, or if at all.
It is enough that I sit here gentlyIt is enough4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rocking, every glass still
undrunk these quiet
hours, my face
unzippered, my skin
discarded on the floor;
the sigh of the fridge, the creaks
oh baby please, don't go.i.oh baby please, don't go.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're half-awake, entangled in the covers and he's nowhere near you. groggy, disoriented and very much hating life, you stumble to the door of your room and wrench it open, only to see a vast expanse of sky and nothing else below. you blink twice before you feel your stomach heave. you never knew you had a fear of heights.
when it finally dawns on you that your room is hovering somewhere in the atmosphere, you settle down on the edge of your bed and wonder if you're dead. in all honesty, you wouldn't mind being dead. besides, there's nothing to live for, is there? you look at the corner of the bedspread that you've been playing with, and you realize that the pattern's different. frowning, you glance back at your bed and you come face to face with your bed in a whole new bedspread.
it takes you eleven minutes to notice that even though it's your room by proxy, there are things that are missing, replaced with items that aren't yours. for instance, there's an opaque jar sitti
deluge"mary," you said, "the rain isdeluge5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
having you on your knees at gunpoint
is like being five years old again and seeing
ma with earthquakes spilling from
her lips; like watching god
i don't know how we went from
Precipitation to the trigger.
you are used to girls carrying
satchels full of downpour to your
i am used to falling in love with
the waterglass clink of your
heartbeat is shat.ter.ing
glass embeds in