A KissWhat would I give you for a kiss?A Kiss6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't have any stars,
I'm not owner of an ocean.
I haven't got my slice of heaven yet
and I don't have the pearls of the sea.
The moon is out of my league,
the sun was already taken;
I sold my soul to the devil
and the world belongs to someone else.
A poem? There're many written.
A song? I do not have much rhythm.
Should I touch you? I would never dare...
Another kiss? yeah... Possibly that.
Substitute PeopleThere are two kinds of people,Substitute People6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you can only be one
Or the other,
There is no in between.
The first kind,
Are the most desired,
Everyone wants them,
And want to BE them.
They are surrounded by friends and loved ones,
But seem to take them for granted,
By always putting work first.
These are the People People.
Then theres the second kind.
Are always put second in relationships,
The People People hang out with these people,
Until one of them comes along.
These are the people,
That the People People take most for granted.
We are the Substitute People.
MIS PRIMEROS CARINIOSMIS PRIMEROS CARINIOS7 years ago in Historical More Like This
3.- MIS PRIMEROS CARIÑOS
Como ya anuncie mi existencia, con el correr del tiempo, poco a poco sin darme cuenta, me estaba dando cuenta de que me daba cuenta que yo era un ser vivo, que podía manejar un cuerpo a mi entero antojo el cual era mío, además de que podía emitir sonidos que los demás comprendían y ayudaban a expresarlo y manejarlo mejor, hacer gestos, señales con las manos y la manera de comportarse frente a los demás.
En primer lugar me aferraba demasiado a mi madre, no quería ni separarme de ella, es mas cuando se iba me ponía histérico (por no decir llorón y caprichoso). A mi padre si le tenía cierto temor, debió ser por lo severo que llevaba nuestra disciplina. Pienso que mas miedo le tenía a mi tío René, el me castigaba constantemente cuando no hacía mis tareas (a pesar que no iba al colegio) me enseñaba a leer y escribir y yo era un tanto dejado, a los 4 años so
Time. There's Never Any Time. While you grow up, the world changes. Like when you sleep. You close your eyes, and everything goes into fast-forward mode.Time. There's Never Any Time.7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Barely any night. Not enough day.
While you grow up, you try not to remember the past. The past was like the plague. Contagious and unwanted.
Your past is a disease. An inevitable cancer. Something you just couldnt avoid.
But most people dont realize that history repeats itself. Its a constant loop.
Fall asleep. Wake up. Consciousness. Sub-consciousness.
Get together. Break up. Make up. Break up.
And most people dont realize that youre making history everyday to hate later.
FFM 3: The Great ProcessSilence spun out on the grassy hill, and the boy analyzed his grandfather for some sign of a reaction. Cholas granted the boy a bemused half-smile, chewing on the mouthpiece of his pipe.FFM 3: The Great Process6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's horrible, isn't it?" Tian finally blurted. "You're not gonna tell my mom are you?"
Cholas chuckled softly. "Calm down, boy. Calm down. It's only horrible if you act upon it." He glanced down to see if it helped. It didn't. "Look, what you're feeling is perfectly natural for boys your age. Grown men get the same impulses, but we're used to it, we don't let it torture us."
"No, no. Listen for a second, child. It's just a part of nature. Like honey spiders gathering pollen in their great nets, or hawkflies snatching them away to feed their maggots. It's all a part of the great process: life, death, reproduction."
"But my own sister?"
Again, that throaty chuc
Lost FeelingIt's weird howLost Feeling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many things
in so little time...
from good to bad,
love to hate,
from making to breaking
It's weird how
memories are forgotten
in the useless arguments
and false accusations,
that leave nothing but
and nasty scars.
It's weird how,
something once so strong,
can disappear so quickly.
Hot Sauce and Pepper."What are you doing?"Hot Sauce and Pepper.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Putting hot sauce and pepper on my fries."
"Ugh.. Why? It looks disgusting."
"I swear it's not. The hot sauce is actually pretty mild. It adds a really interesting flavor to it. Here... Will you try some?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Hey, that's pretty good."
"Told ya, heh."
"You're crazy. But I love you."
"I am, you know."
"Well I know that, baby. We've been dating for almost a year. I figured that one out."
"No.. No.. Not um.. Not like that. I mean CRAZY."
"Are you okay? I mean.. Are you?"
"Pretty much. I take my medicine. It helps."
"I think I'll have some more of your fries, if that's okay."
PainPain6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To be able to look down
& see the whole world at my hands
I'd see all the people who tore me apart
& the people who tried to tape my peices back together
So, maybe its wrong...
to think of myself like that.
But then I'd know who really cared
& who else was scared
I know I'd feel like my true self.
& I could be myself.
I wouldn't feel dead & alone
Instead I'd be free & known.
So, if u listen closley to my heart
You'll feel the steady beat
slowly coming to a stop,
& the last crack ending it with a drop...
Losing You...Losing You...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you so different?
You're not who you used to be
And why am I so lonely,
When you're right infront of me?
Something isn't right,
I can see it in your eyes
I'm just trying to find
A truth behind the lies
You act like we're so close
But we couldn't be more far apart
And right now I can't handle
Someone playing with my heart
Tell me that I'm dreaming,
Tell me our love's still strong,
Tell me you're not leaving,
Please tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me that everything
Is going to be just fine
Tell me you love me
And you'll always be mine
Constantly, we're fighting
It gets worse everyday
And I don't want to stay
Just to watch you slip away
I only want to make you smile
But I only make you frown
I just want to make you happy
Seems all I do is bring you down
I've never felt so far away from you
And I need you here so bad
But I feel like we've already lost
Everything we ever had
Please tell me that I'm dreaming,
Tell me our love's still true,
Tell me you're not leaving,
I'd give up anythin
UNA HISTORIA MUY TONTAUNA HISTORIA MUY TONTA7 years ago in Historical More Like This
1.- LA DECADA DE LOS SETENTA
Yo recuerdo que de la década de los 70s no me acuerdo nada, me parece que el principal motivo fue mi inexistencia, yo no sentía, no veía, no hacia nada. En esos años gobernaba en nuestro país un militar llamado Morales Bermúdez, a nivel mundial gobernaba Estados Unidos y en mi casa mi papá.
En el mundo existía una rivalidad acérrima, los demócratas representados por los Estados Unidos de Norteamérica y los comunistas por los Soviéticos, existía un clima tenso en cualquier momento estallaría la tercera guerra mundial, y al parecer todas las potencias mundiales se estaban preparando para ello. La herida del laboratorio de la muerte Vietnam estaba fresco aún y ya los soviéticos pensaban invadir de los Afganos su territorio, por alguna razón u otra algo tenía que estallar
Mirando otros aspectos de la sociedad la juventud cada vez se
T,T,4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
Howling Memoirs - Short StoryHowling MemoirsHowling Memoirs - Short Story7 years ago in General More Like This
- Tarquin de Vries
- V.v.V, 07/06/2009
A frigid wind blew over the shimmering land of ice and snow, rustling leaves as it stalked through the trees. Their slender arms overburdened with the white tears of the sky groaned with each gentle sway the weight dragging their magnificent forms low. As if on cue to silent music, pristine snowflakes glided through the air, dancing and weaving amongst themselves in billowing clouds that drifted with each freezing sigh of the world.
Amidst a forlorn circle of these somber oaks, there lay a perfect circular lake; its gleaming surface reflecting the thin beams of light streaming from the sun directly overhead the blanketing drape of clouds permitting only a fraction of its true splendor. On the shore of this lake, where the ice meets the snow, a low metal bench sat, cowering against the weather with its rusted beams and chipped edges.
Such a simple object, yet so complex in its value. Its silent husk having been witness
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 11 month ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,