Immigrant's Guide to ColoradoI was promised horses. I remember this distinctly.Immigrant's Guide to Colorado7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My dad knew as well as I that moving isnt easy, especially to a place so very far away, so he would cushion it with promises such as these. Thoughts of horses and mountain ranches made the process of tearing away from my homeland all that more bearable, so I complied. My visions were of a log cabin situated on the hips of the foothills, with gentle mares that would lean their heads in my window in the heat of summer mornings. Of dirt roads and tractors, of cattle and barbed wire. But mostly horses, of course.
Colorado is not all horses and ranches. Our house turned out to squat in a quiet patch of suburb that seems a subtle copy of the very neighborhood from which I had come. It is a pale ivory and not made of logs, and the grass lives in trim, green patches like quilt squares, not in long stalks that whisper to my elbows. And the mountains?
GoldilustGoldilustGoldilust7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She chose my bed over all the others:
that should tell you something.
I can still smell her musk on my sheets.
I know that Papa had to kill her but
I would give all my porridge just to dig her up.
Wed make it just right
one more time.
Sleep wellLet the waves crashSleep well8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the lightening strike.
Watch the world awash
with malevolence so bright
The thunder rolls
as the bells begin to toll.
Dancing fires from the pits of Hell
Amidst symphonies from those felled.
The oceans boil and turn red,
soon all around will perish
along with all that you cherish
and you'll see that peace is reserved for the dead
Watching it all through eyes closed
while expecting sweet repose.
Soon to the world again, I'll be sent
And no destruction visible, only my mind rent.
Nightly pain and daily fear,
Someone please, help me find what's real.
Destroy this horrid cycle's seal,
make the line between dream and life, clear.
One nightmare for another it seems,
If only it were only in my dreams.
TransparencyLast year, as a joke, the yearbook ran my picture, accompanied by the phrase "Most likely to blow the school up."Transparency8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I guess I am that kind of guy. I have the appearance of the stereotypical loner; my entire wardrobe is black. I paint my fingernails –which are disgustingly gnawed down out of nerves- and my hair is emerald green. Most mornings, I don't even bother to comb it; I pull my hood up over it instead. I'm too pale, too dark, too brooding. I hate the world and the world hates me.
I don't wonder why they think I'll blow them all to hell.
It's a long ride on the underground from school to home. I change trains twice, which is a pain.
I don't know which train she takes first, but I always see her on the second one. That girl. She's friends with the goodie-two-shoes; the popular guys. The ones every one loves because they're just so gosh darn nice. She's loved too, because she's that girl who's so sweet and pretty and kind. She was even nice to me once, apologizing when she bumped into
impermanenceShe smelt like:impermanence9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruised apples and forgotten birthdays;
one empty mailbox away from
tissue-box shoes and
She moved like:
a leaf on the breeze,
her hollow skeleton propelled by an
She smiled like:
a flickering light-bulb
in a cheap hotel.
She felt like silence
in a playground.
Then she was gone.
The Truth TwistsThe truth twists,The Truth Twists9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coiled in flicker of the tongue
Through waning light in wick of words,
With embers of lies smoldering in hot wax
Stumbling through the salt beds
and tossing in the tide
The truth just hangs in reels of waves,
Twining in the break of sea-hatched lies
With flesh unbuttoned
and ears unwrinkled in cackles that bloom
I slip on the truth,
scraping down the chalkboard static
The truth tasseled
In linen roses that lay around me in plush petals
Fist with a crown of thorns
Scrawl and drive in with lies
lathered in boughs of holly
In shadow-coated caverns
The truth snaps in break of light,
Hiding deep in the scaffolds of towered-shade
And Ribbed in a ruin of lies
Set's story.Set's story.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will never lie to you
lies are on my tongue and not my hands
between the river and inside the stone, sarcophogus fresh for saintly appendix, a walnut shell (once cracked, twice removed, three times consumed) bore a hole through the sand for the sake of oxygen. the scales got the best of the sponges, running them through coral furnaces and sulfuric dependencies, leaving in their wake an extinguished lust and a penchant for nonsequitur syllables. nonanon, nonanon, nonanon deed, quivverum taciturned a soiled greed-- between the rhythm of the water and the labour of the sea, what was at once half dead returned... and ceased to be.
a ratnest's respect for a kelp bed's disjunction, there were nine holes to peer from with all the honesty of the sky's greyed wisdom. skeletal hands shook in the fisherman's net, steadyingstudyingteetering on a
Broken WingsI used to have two beautiful wingsBroken Wings10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'd fly so far away
but you've taken my clear blue sky
and turned it into grey
I wish we never met
I should have never said hi
you took my wings, ripped them apart
and now I'll never fly
You've crushed my heart, my soul,
my very will to live
I've lost the will to love, to hate,
to cry, and to forgive
you say we'll always be good friends
but I know that's a lie
now I sit here all alone
A bird that used to fly
The Prophet Named PatThe Prophet Named Pat9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today was a weekend
And I've no shame to say,
We sat watching TV
But all of the day.
I sat there with Betty.
We sat there, lazy.
And I said, "How I wish
There was something on TV!"
No desire to go out,
Run around, or play ball.
So we sat and we stared,
Watching nothing at all.
So all we could do was to
It's not that we liked it;
We just didn't care.
The TV fizzed off!
How it fizzed off made us pissed off!
He came in, the name "Pat" on his label!
And we saw him!
The man was from Cable!
And he said,
"Missed a payment, now your TV's disabled"
"Your TV is gone
You're upset and upsetter.
But I have advice
And I bet that it's better."
"I know some good values to learn,"
So said Pat.
When suddenly I made
A note of his hat.
I said, "I know you,
I've seen you
Hoje nao fui ver-Te partir ...Hoje nao fui ver-Te partir ...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoje não fui ver-Te partir …
Fiquei pregado à cadeira
olhando para a janela
vendo os minutos passar,
procurando assim apagar
a dor pintada na tela
onde a paixão é fogueira
que à Tua maneira
Hoje não fui ver-Te partir …
Mas fiquei a pensar
se o teu olhar
iria poder sentir
que eu não estava
no lugar onde esperava
receber um sorriso,
prova do quanto preciso
de um olhar Teu
para me dizer
que devo sempre saber
que nada morreu…
Hoje não fui ver-Te partir …
neste fogo que arde
no peito onde anseio
momento de nos unir,
mas confesso que receio
o dia que possa chegar
em que quando me levantar
já então seja tarde.
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.22Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The word was familiar, yet it was hardly used to describe any of the actions you took or any of the circumstances you were placed under from a young age and so it was hard to comprehend the feeling when it came to you during one of the darkest nights. A night of a new moon, the sky absolutely dark, your mind fighting against what was reality and what was . . . folklore.
Against everything you had been brought up to believe. Against every explanation you could come up with in a second, against the voice of your mother, who decided to spend the night at home, yelling at you to turn the lights off and go to bed, you stayed awake as long as you could with a book open and a lamp on that was the only source of light in the house.
Unknown to you, it was the only source of light for miles into the city.
When you fell asleep, or if you ever did fall asleep, was never going to be properly answered. The factors that would allow you to understand when and if you fell asleep were muddl
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.24Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.241 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Somewhere, I cannot tell you where, but certainly not anywhere you would know of, in a forest lush and green, there lived an old woman in a small, wooden hut who long for a child—a boy or maybe girl or maybe one of each. One day the old woman decided if she could not have a child, then she would just have to go out and make a child. But one year passed, and then another, and another, and the old woman had no luck in making the right child. Should she give up on her none existent child? “I shall not” was her response to herself.
But how could she make a child if there was no empty shell of one to enchant? No matter, she would keep on her search, village by village, until she was no more but bones, but she was already as thin as bones and that would make no difference. She needed a wider range of the forest to search and she could fathom only one idea; she would have to split herself in order to obtain what she wanted.
That is exactly what the ol
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.231 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.26Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.261 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
During the night, screams seem to be the general theme of where ever you awoke. A constant heartache caused by the rapid speed your heart threaten your life from the start of the night, from the first shadows that rose with the moon. At the moment, after groggily looking into what you had first thought was some sort of chocolate, your mouth was covered completely with the warm touch of another human being. It was something you hadn’t felt in months if not a couple of years.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” you hissed as your mouth was uncovered, eyes darting everywhere at once, your mind still a blur as if looking at the world under the influence. This was a dream. It had to be a dream because there was absolutely no way that you could be miles and miles away from your home in a blink of an eyes. “Jamie, what’re you doing here?”
“What do you mean what am I doing here?! What’re you doing where?!” he shouted in a whisper,
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.19Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.192 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack had come through the window of your bedroom to your sleeping form on the bed, your cell positioned awkwardly on your hand, your hair a complete mess on your face. He grinned at the scene but thought it weird that you would still be asleep even though it was passed noon. Having gone out momentarily to cause a snowstorm on the other side of the country, he thought you would be up and armed to dissect him by now.
“Come on, sleepy head, wake up.” He jabbed your motionless body with his staff, in return he got an annoyed groan as you flipped to your side and gave him your back. “You can’t be serious—you can’t sleep all Christmas day! You have to go out, have fun in the snow before it melts . . . which it already did, for the most part.”
You didn’t move as he walked closer to you, grin leaving his face, and worry replacing the playfulness in his eyes. It wasn’t until he touched your shoulder that you made any sign of life, which was
Frozen Amethyst Chapter 25Frozen Amethyst Chapter 252 years ago in Romance More Like This
At that moment, everything felt like it was currently on pause. Unable to control the tears flowing down your cheeks, you buried your face deeper into your hands, somewhat embarrassed.
Perfect, I'm about to blast him and then I start sobbing in his face..
You could feel his presence near by. You knew he must be confused by your sudden confession and he probably thinks you're even weirder than before. All you really wanted right now was for Pitch to abandon the fight so you could go back home. You didn't want to do this sh-t anymore. Whatever decision you would make, somebody would always get hurt.
At that exact moment of hopelessness, you felt his hand on your shaking shoulder. Refusing to look up, you simply managed to not move under his cool touch.
"Y-You thought I...left you?" His voice was high pitched and shaky, like if he was just moments away from breaking down like you.
Slightly raising your head so he could see a small part of your eyes, you shot him a death glare.
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt. 8Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt. 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He’d done it, Jack had found a way to make you think of snow as fun, but just barely, and you weren’t about to let him know about his win. Instead you stated your agreement of how snow could be seen as fun without giving any more detail as to what had made you think that. Only a memory, you told him and which you soon regretted; a memory of something from long ago had made you see the cold and snow as something other than torture.
Now you lay in bed, the covers pulled over your head completely, and your cell held by your hand tightly. It was the damn memory, you thought, that stupid scene of them being all cozy with one another. Pressed together tightly, his arm pulling her close, her head resting on his shoulder, and Jack’s comment ringing in your mind: Name something you wanted to do since you were a little girl.
You let out a deep sigh thinking to yourself that it was far better to have a non-vocal study subject. Jack wa
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.25Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.251 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marinka was the first to bear the title of Dragonfly ; a child born from the magic of a forest witch that had long given up on finding the right child and had settle on something new, something beneficial not only to her emotions but to her physical needs. And the child was like any other child, with only a few exception that could easily be covered up with a quick enchantment. The biggest fault, one that could not easily be disguised, where her estranged eyes that she swore over and over again that were able to see what was not there.
Even when Baba asked what it was that was not there, Marinka could not answer because she did not herself. There was something in the air, actually there was multiple things about in the air, and she could feel something strange beneath the earth. But Baba would not have it, a child with such strange thoughts. It would be hard enough to pass her as a human child with a witch for a mother, not to mention of her birth origin, and now she t
The Cold Spark Ch.2The Cold Spark Ch.21 year ago in Romance More Like This
You awoke to find yourself on the couch. For some reason (probably all the nostalgia) you had the urge to once again stay up in front of the tree, and catch good ol Saint Nick in the act. Of course you knew he wasnt real (you had known for years) but sometimes it only takes a hint; the smallest amount of true desire to believe, to make you feel just like a child again; open to all the possibilities.
As you stretched and yawned, you remembered your dream. It was so incredible, you wrote it down immediately before eating or getting dressed. It was vague, but you remembered the best parts. You had a feeling that it would make an amazing story. It started with a boy. And it was one of those strange dreams where sometimes you were the boy, and sometimes you were watching him. Faces are hard to remember in dreams, but you knew he was handsome. And he lost something, a spirit, forever searching and wandering a tragic past. After a few minutes you realised there wasn
Jack Frost x Reader (Chapter 2)As soon as the snowball impacted with Emily's face all hell broke lose. At first you stood frozen in shock. That was the second time in under a hour that you hit her in the face with something.Jack Frost x Reader (Chapter 2)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You broke your previous record of a hour and forty five minutes....
It only took five seconds and a muffled snicker from Sammy for you to break down into a fit of -almost- insane laughter. Which was backed by the laughter of the rest of the Gang and that mysterious laughter from earlier.
"Oh, you think thats funny, do ya?" Emily asked, slightly miffed as she wiped the now melting snow from her face.
"No shit Sherlock!" Tessa yelled from behind your black haired friend, who was now kneeling on the ground, sloppily making a snowball of her own as you continued to laugh.
Suddenly, something cold hit you shoulder, halting your laughter. You blinked and looked down to see a destroyed snowball dying your tan coat with white. Emily's laughter filled the air, soon followed by the Gangs.
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.9Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is an explanation to everything.
Turns out you were suffering from a mental illness that made your brain function in the same manner as the brain of a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
At least, that is what you texted Jamie back after having finished making your breakfast; hot oatmeal with fruit and raisins in it and a cup of coffee, black, though you thought its taste was not as great as what you usually made. He only texted back that it didn’t matter how you worded it, lovesickness was still lovesickness.
The symptoms began when you had tried to break Jack’s head with you bat, or at least that was when you had noticed them. At that moment when he was giving that stupid grin with the eyes of a puppy-dog and blaming Jamie for him entering your room after you clearly told him it was off limits, your brain stopped working for a small portion of a second.
The room felt smaller, your heart far louder than you had ever heard it, and you had a sudden urge t
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.16Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Never had Jack met a child that absolutely loathed the snow. That is until that one fated night in which he came to land on a city he had so long abandoned because of its constant hot weather; it was never predictable, the weather, and usually his snowflakes melted before landing on anything solid. That particular night, though, the temperature had drop and the winds had grown and it was perfect for his landing.
He had landed on a particularly normal house; there was nothing special about it, but the moon seemed to shine the brightest from that roof. The lights poured over the roofs, to the walls, and into the windows. Jack, like the well behaved winter spirit he is, quickly set to work on investigating these new additions to the city that had not been there when he had been there last.
The frost his body emitted frosted the roof and the edges of the window as he leaned upside down to sneak a peek. The window was soon crystallizing slowly, but he was still able to catch a small bundle
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.18Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was warm.
That was the first thought that came to your mind when it awoke from it slumber before your body. The sounds around you were familiar, the warmth of a hand caressing your cheek, and the odd sensation that you’ve passed through this before. And it was like a dream when you opened your eyes to see those of your worried mother looking right back at you.
Her hair pulled up, face bright with make-up, and wearing her usual business attire of a black suit with a white collared shirt. Time had gone backwards, and you were looking at the mother you had once seen when you were younger, when you had first gotten sick because of . . . Jack.
“Jack . . . ?”
You had tried to sit up on the bed only to have your mother push you back by your shoulder, but you were incapable of staying still. Twisting out of her grasp, you sat up and looked around you, taking everything in and analyzing it to the fullest you could with your fuzzy mind. Everything, absolutely everything, was
Jack Frost x Reader (Chapter 4)As Mrs.Johnson pulled her hand back, she brought the wet blanket with her, pulling it though the boy's head and into her arms. "I think I'll wash this for you, don't want it to get ruined, now do we?" and with that she walked off in the direction of the laundry room while you all continued to stare at the wagon wide eyed, jaws wide opened, and in shock.Jack Frost x Reader (Chapter 4)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Your arms hung limply at your side and small, strangled noise came from Alston's gapping mouth.
"D-did that really just happen? Was I the only one who saw that happen?" Jason asked breathlessly. You all nodded your heads ever so slightly.
"I-I think we should g-go down to your room, Ads." You said, Addie just nodded before stiffly turning around to head to the basement. The boys carried the wagon down the stairs as you clutched the walking stick, as you dubbed it, in your hands tigthly. You all were quite, trying to wrap your heads around what you just witnessed.
Once you rolled the wagon into Addie's room an