Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter Seven"You..you did what?"Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter Seven in Romance More Like This
Sam let go of me. I tried my best to move towards him but each time I took a step forward he took one step back. I ran a hand through my hair as the tears fell.
"Sammy, please listen to me-"
"He's my brother! God dammit, doesn't that mean anything?!"
He moved towards me and I couldn't stop myself from moving away from him so I was able to look up into his eyes. They didn't shine the same way they used to. Pain, anger and betrayal swam in them.
"It took me five months to find some form of courage to tell you that I liked you. Five months! Every day I would wake up thinking 'Wow, am I really dating this girl? She's perfect and she's mine.' B-But now..I-I don't know.."
Tears began to stream down his delicate cheeks. My breath caught in my throat. I was watching the man I love crumble into a million pieces, and I was the one held responsible.
"When did it happen?" He whispered.
"What?" It was now my turn to tilt my head. My heart was tearing at the sea
Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter Four"How long are you staying for?" I ask as the credits roll in for the third movie we've watched. Sam stands up and pushes himself towards the DVD player.Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter Four in Romance More Like This
"As long as you'll have me." He replied with his trademark childish smile.
"Christmas is next week, why don't you stay till then?" I suggest, shuffling closer to the edge of the couch. I grip onto the edge as I watch Dean roll my suggestion around in his head.
I want him to stay for Christmas. We've never been able to properly celebrate it - and birthday's were a whole other ball park. If he was able to stay this would be the first Christmas we've been able to spend Christmas together. Castiel isn't here though. I miss Cas too.
If only he was able to be here for Christmas, I would try and spoil him rotten like the child that I adore him to be.
"Sure, why not. Just make sure he," He points at Sam who's reading the back of a DVD box. "Isn't in charge of making the eggnog."
Sam's eyes are removed from the box in his hands as he glares at
Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter SixI exited the spare bedroom after throwing Dean's bag on the bed. It started to bug me a little so I decided to lay out his clothes in the drawers of the dresser that was in the room. He'll realise they're there right?Cherry Pie - Sam x Reader x Dean - Chapter Six in Romance More Like This
When making my way down stairs I could hear Sam and Dean conversing in the kitchen. Dean's voice had grown low, almost threatening. Was he threatening Sam? What had Sam said to him?
I entered the kitchen to find them closer to one and other. Sam looked scared, but he wasn't allowing fear to take control of him. His body was tense from what I could tell, and Dean's stance showed authority. I stayed in the entrance, holding onto the door-frame until Dean moved away from him.
"Got it." Was the last thing I heard from Sam once I let out a cough.
They both turned to face me. I smiled at them. I entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. They both exchanged looks with each other before sitting down across from me, Sam a little closer than Dean.
"I put your things in the dre
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Family reunions were something that (Y/N) did not enjoy. Going alone was never fun and made it a lot more difficult to tolerate her family but, thankfully, Sam had agreed to join her on her trip to visit her relatives.
Sam had managed to make the trip more enjoyable. From the flight that felt as though it would never end to the disaster that was booking into their hotel room, he made it enjoyable. He still had a smile on his face and whispered jokes in her ear when her nerves were running high.
Despite having him near and making this trip feel more like a daydream than a nightmare, the second that they arrived at her childhood home, it didn't stop her heart from dropping.
With the sound of her relatives laughing inside and the shadows of all of the people inside she was tempted to jump back into the taxi before anyone had the chance to notice them. Sam had, sadly, wrapped his arm around her waist before she had the chance to make her daring escape. They walked up to the front door.
Insomnia - Sam x ReaderWaking up to discover that I have eighteen missed calls from Dean makes my stomach flip. Usually, it's his little brother that calls me eighteen times just to say goodnight or to hear my voice. But my instincts kick in when it isn't him but his brother that is calling me. Don't get me wrong, me and Dean are good friends - best friends even - but my anxiety grows when he calls me.Insomnia - Sam x Reader in Romance More Like This
I jump out of bed, running my fingers through my hair as I dial his number. I press it against my ear as it rings.
"Hello? (Y/N)? Thank god you called me back." His voice sounds weak, filled with panic.
"Hey, Dean. What's wrong? You've called me like eighteen times. Is everything okay?"
"No not really. It's Sam."
"S-Sam? What happened to him? Is he okay, is he hurt?"
"Can you just come here, please? You know that I don't enjoy begging but Sam really needs someone right now. He really needs you right now, he's not acting like himself."
"All right, just tell me where you are and I'll be there as soon as possible
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It felt strange; the feeling of another person's lips on your own. Depending on the person it can be sweet, it can loving or it can be rough with teeth and tongue. Sam had felt the sensation multiple times and often drifted between the two, depending on who he was with. For his closest friend (Y/N), however, she was not aware of that sensation.
The two friends sat in living room of the bunker. Sam's arm rests on the back of the couch above (Y/N)'s shoulders. Her head rests on the tall man's shoulder. They had both grown bored of the movie on screen and had decided that play a game would be a better idea.
"First kiss?" She asks absentmindedly.
"Um, it was a girl in one of the high schools that I went too. I used to have a small crush on her at the time and we just kissed," Sam answers. "What about you?"
She nods, looking up at him. Sam stares at her, his mouth hanging agape a little. Sam laughs a little.
"You're pulling my leg," She shakes her head. "Come on, you
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Sam looks down at the body next to his. Her face was pressed against his sheer as she sheilds her eyes away from images on their television screen. He smiles to himself. He pulls her closer to him.
"You okay there?" He asks, rubbing her shoulder.
"The thing's voice creeps me out. I can't stand it." She replies, covering her ears as the creature speaks down the phone to the woman on screen.
"It's just a movie. There's nothing to worry about," Sam pecks the side of her head. "And even if it was real you know that I would kick its ass before it got anywhere near you."
"I'd do the same for you if it wasn't so bloody terrifying."
(Y/N) tightens her grip on Sam's shirt as the creature continues to repeat its creepy line. Sam holds onto as presses her save into his shoulder again, pecking out from the corner of her eye.
Crunches - Sam x ReaderThis had become a running thing recently. Sam woke up, had breakfast and then proceeded to undertake the workout routine he had set up for himself. It was normal. I was used to it. I mean, I wasn't expecting him to be born with a body like that.Crunches - Sam x Reader in Romance More Like This
It was rather enjoyable, I will admit. I would usually wake up at the same hour as him and while he is exercising I am able to explain to him recent findings for a case - as well as helping him a little when needs be.
"Sit ups?" I ask, looking up from the paper in my hands. I sit on the bed while Sam stretches shirtless.
"Sit ups." He sits down on the floor, his knees propped into the air as he lies on his back.
I shuffle down onto the floor, dragging some of the written notes with me. I sit by his feet and hold them down. The paper sprawls out beside me, allowing me to observe the words that I have written down.
"Right," I turn away from him and scan the scribbles. "So according to the girl at the bar she said that-"
I abruptly cease my speech
Fix Me - Winchesters x Sister!ReaderThe boys followed a nurse down the pale corridor, sharing glances and gazing into the rooms that they pass by. Sam knew all too well what it was like to be trapped in one of these places. It had been less than two years since he had gotten out. Less than two years had passed since Lucifer had been cleared from his mind. He never thought that he would return to one of these places. To a mental institution. Dean walked beside him, looking over at his brother several times before focusing his attention straight ahead.Fix Me - Winchesters x Sister!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
They had a good reason to be here. A very good reason.
They had only discovered not long ago that they had a half-brother called Adam who was the son of a woman that their father was with. Imagine the looks on their faces when they discover that they have a half-sister as well. However, her mother was not Adam's mother. According to their father she had no idea that Adam existed. She apparently knew about the boys, but they had no idea that she even existed. They had to read
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No not yet
I know I’m the one you want to forget
Cue all the love to leave my heart
It’s time for me to fall apart
My boots dig into the desert ground. Orange dust covers my once clean jeans as I run across the plain. My stupid lungs better not give out on me. I am not going down without a fight.
There isn't anything out here. There's practically nothing here aside from rusty cars that have been lined up one after the other, caravans - some of them have small white picket fences around them. Please tell me at least one of them has a phone I can use. The sun that is high in the sky forces the leather of my jacket to stick to me. The blood and sweat on my forehead feels sticky and disgusting. I push my way through the small gaps between the cars. The sound of the boots hitting the ground behind me forces my heart to pound harder than it should.
"You can't keep running forever, babe!" He growls from behind me. He's closer than I thought he was.
CAS: Chapter 11-DollLuda Mae walked into the living room and stopped when saw Thomas lying on the coach with Isabelle lying on top of him asleep. His arms were around her, his left hand absentmindedly stoking her hair.CAS: Chapter 11-Doll in Fan Fiction More Like This
Luda Mae loves Thomas with all her might, but there are time, especially when he's with Isabelle, that she is afraid.
She knows how strong Thomas is. She had seen it firsthand. She had seen him tear the muscles out of a victim's leg, carry them like they were nothing and lift that 75 pound chainsaw.
He was so strong; there are times that she's afraid he might hurt Isabelle with that strength.
Because Isabelle looked like a doll next to him.
CAS:Chapter21-Nightmares 2It has been three weeks since Thomas had that nightmare.CAS:Chapter21-Nightmares 2 in Romance More Like This
Three weeks since he had a decent nights sleep.
Three weeks since he actually saw Isabelle.
He couldn't go to sleep, the nightmare haunting him in the back of his mind. The smell of blood sickened him; so whenever he went to the basement, he worked quickly, ran outside and vomited.
That was the worst thing, the vomiting. Every time he even thought of the nightmare, he vomited violently. So he always felt weak and exhausted.
His family, needless to say, was worried. Their never saw their youngest member acting like this. They kept pestering him, trying to find out what was wrong with him. He wouldn't tell them anything; how could he?
Isabelle stood at the Hewitt porch
CAS:Chapter 24-SizeEveryone in Thomas family knew just how short Isabelle was compared to Thomas. Some of them thought it was cute, some thought it was funny. But it never seemed to bother the couple.CAS:Chapter 24-Size in Romance More Like This
One afternoon, the Hewitt's were going to have lunch with some of the Sawyers (Tex, Alfredo and Tinker) when Thomas walked in with Isabelle hot on his heels. She was cursing up a storm, arguing about something. Thomas looked annoyed and looked like he was trying to ignore her. She was about to say something else, then stopped with an annoyed expression. She went out of the room and came back with a chair. Thomas confused expression mirrored everyone else in the room. Isabelle put the chair down and climbed on top of it, making her eye level to Thomas.
Whatever Isabelle was about to say was drowned out by a roar of laughter in the room. Sometimes, Isabelle was just too cute.
CAS:Chapter 20-Nightmares 1He looked at the person who was in front of him. He hated it.CAS:Chapter 20-Nightmares 1 in Drama More Like This
The person was just like them, all the people who made fun of him, all the people who were cruel to him. It was just like them!
Thomas grabbed the person and threw it to the ground. He started hitting it, gleefully noticing the blood that spurt out.
He took out the butcher knife from his pocket and started to stab its chest. It coughed blood from the first stab and more blood bubbled out from its mouth. Thomas kept stabbing until the chest was nearly ripped apart. That's when he noticed something was off.
Its body looked much smaller then his and it had a girl's body. Then he noticed it had short white hair.
Thomas dropped his knife in shock hen he realized he just stabbed Isabelle. Isabelle, his best friend.
She looked up at him wide eyes, blood coming out of her mouth.
CAS:Chapter 25-HateHoyt knows Isabelle didn't like him. He just didn't know how much.CAS:Chapter 25-Hate in Romance More Like This
He knows every time he berates Thomas or says something about his face, Isabelle glares at him. Whenever he doesn't let her see Thomas, she gives him such an acid glare that he could feel it. It got worse after he killed the sheriff and told Thomas to start killing people. She looks at him with such hatred that he nearly flinches.
One time, he yelled at Thomas for losing someone in the basement (who Hoyt caught and killed) and he called him a retard. The next morning, the tires of his squad car were slashed.
Then Isabelle appeared and when she walked by Hoyt, she gave him a small smirk. Hoyt stared at her in shock, a cold knot forming in his gut.
He knows what Thomas is capable of, but Isabelle was another story. He had no idea what she was capable of.
He has no idea what she could do with that hate.
CAS:Chapter 1-TattoosThomas saw Isabelle walking towards him and waved at her. She waved back and then cringed. Thomas tilted his head in confusion and that's when it hit him.CAS:Chapter 1-Tattoos in Fan Fiction More Like This
Isabelle got a new tattoo.
That was the only thing that Isabelle's family allowed her to get from the "outside" world, besides books. The first one she got was when she was fourteen. They were blue tear tracks on her face. She told him that since her father was killed when she was four, she hasn't cried since then, even if she wanted to.
The next one she got was six months later. It was a flower design on her left arm, from her elbow to shoulder. He noticed it was lilacs, her favorite flower. The next one was two years later. It was on her right palm, which was a wolf paw print. She told him that the wolf was her favorite animal and she hoped the paw print will give her inspiration for her songs.
Thomas was brought out of his thoughts when Isabelle sat next to him.
"Hey." She greeted "I got a new tat. Wanna see?"
When Thomas nodded,
CAS:Chapter 5-Rain and FireLuda Mae was washing dishes watching the rain coming down when she saw Isabelle coming out of the house and Thomas running after her.CAS:Chapter 5-Rain and Fire in Fan Fiction More Like This
She found it sweet that her Thomas and Isabelle were still good friends after all these years. They are both 19 years old and are still going strong.
Luda Mae frowned when she noticed Isabelle's expression. She looked angry and hurt. She looked like she was going to start crying and was yelling at Thomas. Thomas wasn't yelling at her (but he never speaks), but his arms were moving erratically.
They were having an argument.
She didn't understand what was going on, But Isabelle looked hurt. Thomas suddenly grabbed her and crushed her to his chest. Isabelle struggled for a bit, but she stopped going limp. Isabelle then leaned into Thomas chest and cried. Luda Mae couldn't remember once when Isabelle cried, even when she was a child.
Isabelle then pulled back and gazed at Thomas. He gazed right back with such intensity that even Luda Mae could feel it.
CAS: Chapter 2-CelebrationThomas sat under a tree, staring into the field with a look of anger in his eyes.CAS: Chapter 2-Celebration in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yesterday, he quit school. He couldn't stand it anymore; the beatings, the taunting and the blind eyes. Everyone treated him like dirt and nobody came to help him.
Actually, someone always came to help him.
Isabelle always defended him, which usually ended up in fights. He always came to her aid, but this only resulted with the both of them being ostracized in the classroom.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard movement behind him. He looked and saw Isabelle, her usual handkerchief wrapped around her head and carrying a knapsack.
"Hey." She greeted and he waved at her. She sat next to him with a sigh and grinned up at him.
"I brought something to celebrate." She said with a smile, while Thomas tilted his head in confusion.
"To celebrate us quitting school." She explained which startled Thomas. Isabelle was the smartest girl in the class, she was always on top. Why would she quit school?
CAS: Chapter 10-FaceIsabelle went downstairs to the basement, looking for Thomas. When she got there, that's when she remembered that around this time that he's helping Hoyt getting bikers.CAS: Chapter 10-Face in Fan Fiction More Like This
She looked grimly at the meat hooks, the ropes, and the tables; all with dried blood on them. She looked at the table in the corner, with a black sewing machine and pieces of skin on it. As she walked closer, she could see there was a mask made of human skin on top.
She picked it up to look at it closer, cringing from the leathery feeling of the skin and the thick stitching. She sighed as she put it down.
She hated that he did this.
She hated the fact that he hid his face (even though she couldn't really blame him.) To her, she loved the way Thomas looked and he was the same person she fell in love with. The first mask, the leather mask, bothered her because it reminded her of a muzzle. The skin mask though, she hated more because he was trying to wear other faces. Faces that wasn't his.
Isabelle loved Thom
CAS:Chapter 6-NecktieThomas was running to his job at the meat packing plant, angry at himself that he woke up late and now really late to work. He was trying to finish tying his necktie, but he tripped over his untied shoelaces, nearly falling into the dirt.CAS:Chapter 6-Necktie in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whoa, where's the fire?"
Thomas looked to his side and saw Isabelle sitting near the road, barefoot and wearing her usual handkerchief. Thomas pointed to where the meat plant was and then pointed to himself.
"You're late to work?' she asked with a lopsided smile. He nodded and was fixed his shoes and was trying to fix his tie.
"Here, let me help you." She said, reaching towards him. He knelt down so she could reach him. She started tying his tie, cursing under her breath whenever she got it wrong. After a few seconds of struggling, she straightened it out and sighed.
"Ok, I'm done." She said clapping her hand on his shoulder, "Now get moving!"
He nodded and ran to the plant, smiling when he saw her waving goodbye at him. He felt like a husband saying
Sam X-Reader - What I'd Do For You When you can hear the thoughts of other people in your head, it’s hard to get much sleep at night. Even though the people in question are sound asleep, sometimes their brain spikes and thinks something random.Sam X-Reader - What I'd Do For You in General Fiction More Like This
Sam, unfortunately, touched a cursed object earlier in the day. At the time he hadn’t thought it was doing anything. As it had turned out, he developed the ability to read minds. He’s currently not telling Dean or (y/n) about the issue, hoping that the effects will wear off by morning which, at this moment, seems very far off. Every time he gets close to drifting off, he’ll get a thought message from one of them that snaps him right back into consciousness.
Eventually he manages to fall into a light sleep. Only a few hours later it’s morning.
As soon as the alarm goes off, Dean’s mind is running through a morning routine of thoughts that prevents Sam from trying to doze
Dean X-Reader - Infected - Part 2 Not a word has been said by Dean all day, not that you’d be able to comprehend him if he spoke. Today is one of your worst days when the symptoms are at their peak. At least you haven’t started the fourth stage.Dean X-Reader - Infected - Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Eventually, Dean had promised that he would put an end to your suffering, but he’d insisted that you let him do it in a painless way that didn’t involve a gun. You’d agreed to that, more than happy to accept a death that didn’t hurt. He hasn’t said anything more on the subject since he woke up to one of your violent coughing fits.
For the better part of two hours you’ve been stretched out in the backseat of the Impala, fading in and out of consciousness. Every breath you take hurts, and you feel as if you’ve become a human heat lamp. Occasionally you hear Sam say something to his brother, but the words are never clear and you never hear Dean respond.
Dean X-Reader - The Engagement That Wasn't-Part 2 With a sigh, you roll onto your back and fumble for the vibrating phone on the side table, trying to hurry and hit the snooze button so it will stop blasting Eye On It through the room. You must have forgotten to turn off the alarm that you had set to go off every morning that you and Dean stay at the pre-wedding resort.Dean X-Reader - The Engagement That Wasn't-Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
“Really, (y/n)? Dean stretches his arms above his head. “This song?”
“Yes, this song.” You slide the unlock button and switch off the alarm, and the song stops.
“Who’s it by again? No, wait, let me guess. Shoot . . . what’s the guy’s name . . . TobyMac?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” You roll back over and curl into his bare side.
Neither of you have clothes on. After the hunt had been taken care of two days ago, you and Dean had decided to stay through the rest of the time you
Dean X-Reader - Soul Mate - Part 2 “You’re frickin’ gorgeous, do you know that?” Dean presses hot kisses to your ear as he loops his arms around your waist.Dean X-Reader - Soul Mate - Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s not like I hear it every day or anything.” Turning your head, you catch his head with your own.
“Mhm. Every day isn’t nearly enough.”
“I don’t see how you could do it any more.”
“How about every hour? Every minute? Every second? Hell, I should be saying with every breath I take.” He bends his neck around yours so he can kiss your collarbone.
“You’re such a flirt.”
“But it’s working.”
* * * * *
With a gasp you shoot straight up in
Dean X-Reader - Infected - Part 1 Three days after exposure is when the victim begins to show symptoms. Other than a splotchy rash, it’s nothing too concerning at first and is often mistake for mild congestion and fatigue. Soft coughing, runny nose, and the desire to take a nap are the most common symptoms. Honestly, it’s amazing how many boxes of Kleenex you manage to go through with a single runny nose, even if they’re only travel size.Dean X-Reader - Infected - Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Stage two involves harsher coughing, shakiness, a low but constant fever, and occasional dizziness. This stage occurs only a matter of days after the first one, but it’s a sign that the person actually has the disease. By this point in time, not one human that remains on Earth hasn’t learned how to identify the symptoms of stage two. Heck, they all panic whenever someone sneezes.
Stage three is when the victim is generally abandoned by everyone else. This is marker that the person will become contag
Dean X-Reader - Long Distance Call It’s been too long since you talked to him last. He visits and calls when he can, but he only passes through the area every so often. When you do talk, he always seems right on the brink of tears.Dean X-Reader - Long Distance Call in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey there, baby girl.” His voice comes through the phone.
“It’s been a while, Dean. Where’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know, saving people, hunting things.”
“The family business.” You finish the slogan for him. “How’s the supernatural world?”
“Aggravating, as always.”
“Typical. How’s Sam?”
“Sam? He’s still doing nerdy stuff, so I guess he’s alright.”
You laugh, eliciting a smile from the hunter. He’s quiet for a moment, and you hear him let out a shaky breath.
Dean X-Reader - Soul Mate As is normal, the name appeared the day you turned twelve. You just woke up and bam, there it was in a loopy font on the underside of your wrist. Though still readable, it’s written small enough to stay out of sight when your hand is palm down. It’s rather exciting to think that you’re the only human with this name in this font on this part of your body. It makes meeting people more exciting. Any of them could be your soul mate. If they are, they’ll have your name in the same font and on the same part of their body as you do.Dean X-Reader - Soul Mate in General Fiction More Like This
All you know is that his name is Dean Winchester.
* * * * *
Dean’s never concerned himself with finding his soul mate. Sure, he knows he’ll find her eventual
Sam X-Reader - No Pants for You It’s nearly noon when you look at the clock for the second time today, but the drizzly gray weather makes it seem earlier.Sam X-Reader - No Pants for You in General Fiction More Like This
“Hm?” He mumbles with his face tucked against your shoulder as he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
“We’ve been lying here all morning.”
“You don’t think maybe we should get up.”
“Doesn’t it worry you that Dean’s not back yet.”
“Nope. He probably wore himself out last night.”
“You’re probably right. So whaddya wanna do while we wait for him?”
“Mm. I’m fine right here.” He readjusts his arms so that they’re wrapped around your waist.
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When you’d left the motel with the boys this morning, Dean had seemed a little sluggish, a little out of focus with the world. He’d insisted that he was fine, maybe a little tired, and you’d made the mistake of believing him. After being in the car for only an hour, Dean had swerved over to the side of the road, nearly running into a ditch before lurching out of the vehicle. As soon as he’d made it over into the tall grass, his stomach had emptied its contents rather violently.
After that you hadn’t let him drive anymore, especially after pressing a hand to his forehead and feeling how hot he was, so Sam had taken over for the rest of the drive back to the bunker and given Dean shotgun. Not twenty minutes after the switch, De
Gabriel X-Reader - Treat for Two “Gabe, I think Dean’s a little jealous of you.” Upon plopping down on the couch on the opposite end of the archangel, you rest your feet on his lap.Gabriel X-Reader - Treat for Two in General Fiction More Like This
“Are you surprised? I mean, have you seen me?” Gabriel gestures to himself.
You just roll your eyes. “I’m actually surprise at how good he’s been about you staying in the bunker.”
“He’s probably doing it for you.”
“I know he’s doing it for me. The guy’s had a thing for me for the past three years. I think he’s hoping that I’ll notice how good he can be and ditch you for him.”
“He’s making a valiant effort. It’s cute.” Gabriel pulls a lollipop out of his pocket just as Dean walks into the room.
There’s really no reason for Dean to be in here, he just do
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something so complex
that there is no design
intricate enough to
symbolize the contradictions
of her body
i felled her,
i felt her
a writhing embrace,
she was a bird
a warming feather,
she was a breath
fresh air on a stagnant day,
a beauty unlike rose petals,
more like sandstone
as i watched the moon
give birth to the fire
of her skin.
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soul to my knees.
also i can't feel my fingers
from the hollow cold.
also i keep touching my
bones to make sure they're
still there. i'm not
normal, you see. i'm not
i'd trade my words and willows
for a smile that feels like it
belongs on my face. i'm not some
miserable basset hound
waiting for a bullet between its eyes
but my lacklustre lifeblood
has drawn me sallow
and i'm overwrought.
i don't know how many times
it takes for seeing my own
blood and breaks to make me
feel better, but i must've
cut and scabbed and cut and scabbed
and cut and scabbed a million times
and my heart's still pumping away.
here's the plan: once i lose five pounds,
i think i'll pierce my cartilage.
at the century mark, my tragus.
punching holes in my body,
raking bloody lines down my arm -
it's instant gratification in seeing
what i hate most fall to
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i want to borrow your books
and read their words invisible
taking a pen to the margins
to make sure you remember in
fifteen years that page two hundred and
eighty seven made me cry from its
first paragraph to truncated eighth
i am completely guilty
of wanting your lips on my lips
wanting your bones on my bones
a heart beat from my chest
moving into yours
a field of stars stretched
across my bed
& you and i lying beneath
i hope you don't mind.
i'm soaking in sin like the
sun's dying rays
and feeling electric.
for once in my life
i am on fire.
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it felt like thunder
i know you to be as gentle
as you are rough.
i need someone
who knows how to touch
so i can learn how to feel.
your name means strong.
you are shoulders
and a smile,
with snaking veins.
today, our palms are like
and you are polite
until your lips
you are a new man.
pierced in vain
i am your child.
i am the sweetest moon
under the breath of bedsheets,
our hands swimming
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memories of things that
have never existed,
like the time i ran my fingers
over your chest,
like the time i was run over
by a car.
i'm whole and untouched,
by the way,
but i still feel it.
reality isn't worth much
when you're this sad.
is a hundred times
a city at night
instead of the dump.
a traveling carnival
instead of immense traffic.
it's this thing called
and there is nothing as
in the world
what are tearsit is monday and i am tremblingwhat are tears in Free Verse More Like This
in sadness and hunger and reminiscence
the moon is not out and the air is too cold.
it is here the line between you and him is blurred.
every hour you spend silent is another word from my pen,
pressed onto paper and equally of the cancerous loss of my
heart, and the uncomfortable absence of its stitches.
this is when i feel the ground fall from beneath my feet.
this is when i forget if i am looking (you) up or down,
if i am in love or in hate.
this is when i need you most, a solid set of arms
to steady myself as i am wrapped inside,
a body with a hot heart burning behind soft skin.
it is now that i can't remember that it hurts
more to never know than to know and be damned;
to hold my breath for three weeks in hopes that the
breath of your butterfly will come to me again
instead of the written resignment of
his beautiful sorrow.
here is where i look at you and see his eyes.
here is where i see his lips and find your jaw.
here is where i need
cities and self esteemit is in this new place,cities and self esteem in Free Verse More Like This
a world so strange
it's like looking at your face
in the black mirror of night,
that i realize
everyone is somebody's someone,
and i wish i could call you mine.
your body is a poem,
made up of lines
and reflect light
and hold significance;
and the number of freckles
like new initials
carved into elms and birches
by junior high sweethearts
in the 1970s.
the way your jaw sets a frame
to the birds of your lips,
the cage to contain the canary-
it is a sonnet
wrapped in enough skin
to keep us both warm:
you bring me so beautifully
close to feeling.
in a city as big as god
filling up my every inch of emptiness,
i swear i could get so lost here
that maybe i wouldn't feel
man at the cafehe's sitting there at the cafeman at the cafe in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sandwich on thick white bread
and straggling beansprouts
and i hate the look in his eye.
he is by himself
so he's thinking
and his hat is tilted over his face
so he's in shadow
and he won't look up
from his sandwich
so i am actively watching him.
i know he is sad.
i know he is waiting for a girl
to show up,
or maybe he's just thinking of one,
maybe he's just wishing
she were here
because when she's not,
maybe he's never seen her,
but his heart knows she's out there
and his soul can't sleep
until he's found her.
maybe he thinks he knows her,
and maybe she's an ocean away.
maybe he thinks the longer
he stares at the dangling beansprouts,
the sooner she can be
by his side.
and because maybe he knows her,
he won't look for anyone else
and that hat tipped low over his brow
keeps it so his eyes are really
only for her.
and this part was for her.i saw myself through your eyes todayand this part was for her. in Free Verse More Like This
so i cut my stomach open and pulled you out.
you were dripping in blood and body
you were insipid and simpering
and sad, mostly sad, always sad.
i told you i was sorry but i couldnt love me
because then what would you do,
and you said that was okay because
you didnt know what you would do either.
so i kissed you and it was warm
and wet because we smiled
and because at least one of us was crying.
i told you i would have to write a poem
about this and keep it as close to fact as i could,
and you said okay, you wanted to
remember it as well.
i forgot to tell you i loved you then.
i could tell you now but im scared
you couldnt forgive me for forgetting.
i tell you a hundred times a day
that you mean more to me
than a rabbit to a fox, water to dry ground.
i tell you
but i still didnt tell you when i had to.
i could kiss you but i couldnt kiss you
at the right time,
myceliumtaxi pulls up this morning. don't know why -- memory's blank like the wall before my eyes, too white and scary like a hospital. am thinking about proximal and distal, proximal being my elbow to my wrist and how we were last night; distal, thumbs to shoulders and why is this fucking taxi at my house.mycelium in General Fiction More Like This
pretty sure i'm crying, but not positive.
maybe decomposing with little mushroom mouths sprouting on my thighs and neck, turning into dirt because i might feel dirty, sitting here in this sheer robe, not bothering to close my legs as i sit on the couch, knowing i should feel shame as the ghost of your presence brushes through hallways and the neighbours look in my gaping windows.
i am not ashamed; this shames me.
still think i'm crying in my translucent robe, little mud-rivers, complete with fish and algae flowing southerly til they run between my fucking boobs. a little whimpering, a little drizzled-rain snot slipping down my filtrum.
how terribly unglamourous.
taxi beeps. i say
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain't never cut.
The young bloods be the first to get their letter up.
I say the system ain't shit and we all got it wrong,
The old mothers are just stayin' in for way too long.
I say we cut them from the system that they fucked up,
And let the young bloods take it; we'll just fix it up.
They set the game, but we're the ones playin' main;
I guess t
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...
I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death
His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face
But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow
Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...
But to me this is beaut
The Witch HunterThe Witch Hunter:The Witch Hunter in Free Verse More Like This
The morning is cold with a solemn chill
As the black wagon rolls into town.
The people are silent, like a funeral wake;
Their eyes never leave the ground...
The choked rasp of hindered breathing
Can be heard as he emerges from within.
The priest bearing the book of executions;
It is bound with the blackest strings...
Let evil be destroyed on this lovely day
The priest growls with a twisted grin.
He signals to his companion, who steps out lightly
This man shall purge this town of sin!
The priest then opens the book and waits;
His companion simply gazes into the crowd.
He looks as though he is listening;
And apparently the sound is loud...
With a movement as quick as a bolt of lightning
He reaches and grabs the arm of a boy.
The boy struggles and hisses violently
But the man controls him like a toy...
He places the boy on a special table
Forged and smithed from blessed iron.
The shackles keep the boy in check;
As he thrashes abo
The Wolven PrideThe Wolven Pride:The Wolven Pride in Free Verse More Like This
We are hunted down as monsters;
By legends demonised.
We are feared as devilish creatures
In your pitiful human eyes...
But let me try and teach you
Of why we do not fear.
Because we actually enjoy it
When the hunters seek us here.
In the forest we are champions
In the night we rule the lands.
The hunter becomes the hunted
And dies by our hands.
Fangs will pierce his fragile throat
His flesh is torn to shreds.
It is the fear and scent of death
That the hunter truly dreads.
But we alone shall know no fear
For by the moon we shall be blessed.
Draped in Luna's loving embrace;
We bet our life with every breath.
That is who we are.
The wolven pride of werewolves
Is arrogance from afar.
Viewed by trembling creatures
Wetting themselves in fright.
We appear as snarling punishers
In the glory of the night.
Here in the deepest shadows
Where the light will never reach.
We silence the mouths of humans
For we tire of what they preach:
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:The Secret Garden in Free Verse More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your bellies I have planted seed.
Soon it will grow and begin to mature
You will feel it breathing inside your heart.
The gift to change this wretched world;
But first it must be torn apart...
"I am Chaos and I am sin..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th April 2012
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
My Not So Nerdy Boyfriend *Chapter 2*The next dayMy Not So Nerdy Boyfriend *Chapter 2* in Romance More Like This
"Phineas, you done with your room?" The raven-haired college girl asked
"Almost, I have only a few boxes left..." He paused, "And my room's already full."
"You can always stack them neatly in the attic." Isabella suggested
"Oh no. Those are my blueprints. They can't be up there. Rats may eat them." Phineas shuddered at the thought
"Well don't complain when your room's too crowded." Isabella replied as she brought one small box she owned and made her way to her own bedroom
Phineas sighed as he stacked the three medium sized boxes and carried them to his room.
He wasn't kidding when he said that his room was full. The walls were painted white and light blue thick stripes, the ceiling was painted like their old backyard, with them as ten year-olds who were building something, supposedly, impossible. There were five shelves at the other side from where the door was. His orange bed was at the center of the right wall and
One true loveIsabella slowly walked to Ferb. Now, they were at the altar. A tear fell down her face which she quickly removed. She turned around and looked at her broken-hearted best friend. He turned around and exited the building. She turned back to her future husband who put on a sly smile then he held her hand.One true love in Romance More Like This
"Go," he said
"What?" She asked
"Go on, I'll be fine." He said, "I understand. Now go chase my brother."
She hesitantly turned around and ran.
"Isa, what are you doing?" Vivian, Isabella's mother asked
"I'll be back. Don't worry." She assured
Linda, Ferb's mother, ran to him then said, "Go after her Ferb!"
"No need, our deal's done. Phineas needs her more that I do." Ferb replied, "I remember the day this all started."
"So, would you, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, make me the happiest man in the world?" Ferb asked after he got down on one knee and pull out a small box with a ring in it
"Ferb," She started while tears flowed down her face,"Yes Ferb, I will!"
He stood up and hu
The big surpriseIt was ten years. Ten blooming years. We've been in a relationship for ten years. I almost thought that my happily ever after will never be a dream come true. But I was, obviously, wrong. He just, after all, took me by surprise.The big surprise in Romance More Like This
It was one bright and sunny day in downtown Danville. This girl would normally be at her work place but then she didn't feel good that day. And because Phineas insisted that she don't go to work. Isabella just stayed in bed until it was about eight thirty in the morning. He woke up early, even before the sun barely rose up, she guessed. Isabella made the bed and proceeded to the bathroom. She yawned and grabbed her pink toothbrush. She turned her attention to the moist glass. The clear and slightly wet glass that reflected her current look which was kind of a mess. Isabella squinted a little and noticed a hand-trailed writing.
"Brush your teeth, quick. I've a surprise for you under the bed." it read
Isabella smiled a little at Phineas' glass message. It wasn't
TimeThe following day, Isabella woke up with not Phineas beside her, but Marie.Time in Romance More Like This
"Marie, wake up now sweetie." Isabella said while shaking her daughter's shoulders, but as soon as her hand landed on her nine year-old's forehead, she felt heat.
"Oh my, Marie you have a fever." She said then sat down and put her hand again, "Where can your father be"
"Daddy's at work." Marie moaned
"Oh, Phineas." She thought then started nursing her nine year-old
Afternoon came and Isabella's mothering skills had cure Marie, she only have a slight fever now.
"Lie down sweetie." Isabella said after seeing her daughter go downstairs as she cooked chicken soup
"Mom, daddy called, he said that he'll be home in a few minutes." Marie said
"Okay sweetie, go back to bed now." Isabella said then Marie went upstairs, to her room
Night crept in and Isabella became worried about Phineas, then he called.
"Hello, Phineas where are you?" Isabella asked
"I worked overtime honey, sorry, but I'm on my way home." He replied
Good Little Boy ~Chapter 1"Finn! Quick!" Marceline impatiently called from outside, picking up the discarded red and black umbrella outsideGood Little Boy ~Chapter 1 in Romance More Like This
"I'm coming." Finn responded
After a second or two, the door creaked open.
"Are you ready now?" The floating vampire asked softly
The boy nodded.
"I think I am." He chuckled softly, "And maybe staying in the tree fort for a week or two wasn't the best solution."
"You think?" Marceline sarcastically asked
"I still am a kid." He nodded
The two started walking.
"That is certainly true. Which is why your 'princess'," She sarcastically said the word 'princess', "will soon say that you need to move in the Candy Kingdom."
"Why should I?" Finn shrugged
"You're still a little irresponsible for your age, I mean, you know suicide and all." Marceline shrugged, "We're all afraid to lose two heroes consecutively."
"Well I guess Jake wouldn't want me following him any time now, right? Plus, I still have a mission to protect princesses. I'd only die if all the bad guys die." Finn answered
Marie is coming EpilogueA few years of sacrifices had passed for Isabella and Phineas, now their only daughter is five years old.Marie is coming Epilogue in Romance More Like This
"Mommy! Mommy!" she yelled
"Yes dear?" Isabella asked
"Look at what I did!" she replied proudly
"Wait a minute dear." Isabella said
"Come on! Come on!" she yelled
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Isabella replied
"Gee, you sure did get Candace's persistence." Isabella thought then went to the backyard
"Mommy, I built this all by myself!" she said
"Well you surely got your father's creativeness." Isabella said as she took a good look at the 4 storey building in their backyard
"So do you like it?" Marie asked
"Yes, yes I did." Isabella replied, "Come on let's go in for some-."
"Oops," Marie said then Isabella and she looked at each other, "Sorry."
"Let's go inside." Isabella said, "Now you won't build anything without daddy or Tom."
"Aww." Marie said
"Marie." Isabella said
Sparks Fly *Chapter 10*Everybody went home that night. There wasn't any problem to worry about. Gumball proceeded to the Candy Kingdom castle and Cake went to the tree fort. Fionna insisted that she would stay for the night, Cake thought that they wanted some private time, making her worry and remind Fionna to not to do tier 15 but knowing Marshall, he wouldn't dare touch Fionna if he knew what was good for his face.Sparks Fly *Chapter 10* in Romance More Like This
"So, Fionna," Marshall started, "you know how you have a ton of possible solutions for earlier, right?"
"I know." Fionna nodded
"Yeah, so, why a kiss?" Marshall interrogated
"Well, Cake and I had this little conversation a few days ago. She said that there is no force stronger than love itself. Then PG said to me that I shouldn't kiss FP because he's physically unstable but then again, thinking of Cake's advice, I still did and well there is a stronger force than love. So earlier I thought of Cake's suggestion again and well, it proved that Cake's theory is true. The only reason that FP and I go
Consequences of love *Chapter 1*Birds chirping, the cool breeze, the trees swaying, the people happily working. It was another ordinary day. A peaceful life.Consequences of love *Chapter 1* in Romance More Like This
"Isabella, shall we go?" Her mother asked
Isabella nodded then carried the basket of strawberries. They started walking home. When they reached their little cozy home, Isabella put down the basket.
"Mom, I heard some people earlier at the field, they said that there's going to be war, is it true?" Isabella asked
"It's not true, nobody would want to conquer our fields." Vivian replied
"Oh well." She shrugged
She went out of the house, to the front yard bringing a weaved bucket with water with her. She sprinkled the small flowers with water. Just then, a horn was blown once. She turned her attention to the sound.
"One blow, storm,"
"Two blows, a ship's coming by."
"Three blows means," her eyes went wide then gasped, "a war."
She ran inside then looked for her mother.
"Mom! There's a war!" Isabella said
"I told you already, it's not true
SuperstitionPhineas drove slowly at the dark road with his head lights on. He was just getting home from an overtime. Phineas passed a tree or two then a small road bump.Superstition in Drama More Like This
Seconds after the road bump, Phineas' car radio suddenly turned on, playing something creepy. He turned his attention to it. He just shrugged then bent down to press the off button but when he turned his attention back at the road, he saw a white figure, which looked like a girl, pass by his car and to his sight, it looked like he had ran over the girl. He immediately stopped his car and nervously stepped out of it, his heart beat increasing by every step he took. He got out of the car and checked but there was nothing. Nothing under his car, nothing under his bumper, and nothing on the road, not even a speck of blood, he was all alone.
Phineas went back to the car and removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He rested his head on the wheel for a while, thinking that he was just stressed or already tired.
He started driving again
A cup of coffeeThe sound of a busy person rushing in or out, the quiet sipping of tea, a short chat, a bell ring, the chimes playing, the transferring of liquids, the silent breathing. That was all I heard. It was another day in a busy coffee shop. Normally I'd be with my brother, Buford, and Baljeet, building something that's supposedly impossible bit my sister wasn't feeling good and nobody at the coffee shop could fill in for her so I decided to do it. It wouldn't hurt to earn a little money right? It was about ten at the morning and the coffee shop was really busy. People come in and out regularly.A cup of coffee in General Fiction More Like This
"Phineas!" the guy from the counter called, "It's Candace's turn at the cash register."
I nodded weakly and went over to where he was. I took care of two orders and turned my attention to the next person who was to walk in. Just after a minute or so of staring, a girl entered the coffee shop.
She had black hair, the darkest I've ever seen, her light complexion being as contrast to her hair as it could
dear apollo.your skin is hot enough to ignite this entire world and yet you sleep curled against my frostbitten shoulder blades. you burn in your slumber and i spend my night beating the sparking, smoldering edges of our cotton sheets. myths written on linen and stone describe you as golden with dawn-skin and honey-eyes, but lover, i know you for the truth. you are the charcoal of where the sun has pressed too close, the passion of the wildfire's wake. you are the olive branches of peace and the violence of the charred leaves. you are staining my forearms with the feral licks of your ink-hair and are painting my sides with the soot of your fingertips.dear apollo. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when we wake, it is in the sky's absence of your light and i hoard your warmth like a squirrel in the early breath of winter. the shutters are painted monochromatic in the moon's radiation but our walls are swollen with every rise of your languid chest. i can feel the frost dripping from my flesh, i can feel the ice retreating as you roll over and sp
x marks my heart.i am lying in the field of wheat, dappled with sunlight, drunk with acceptance.x marks my heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am holding my fishnet-fingers wide to catch the dreams leaking out my pores. all my wishes are exploding from behind the rib-dams too archaic and tired to stand any longer. i am smiling for the first time in months and digging my hipbones and angelblades in the soil like seeds. i am a sunflower, i am an orchid, i am pushing the petals away to reveal myself to the waiting world. i am wrapped in the warmth, gently coaxing the tangles from my thoughts, my vulnerabilities uncurling slowly to reveal their belly to the persuasion of the heat.
i am blind, but with eyes shut, i can finally see who i am.
[i'm writing you letters in braille: i wish you were here.]
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean, crusted with salt, saturated with silence.
i am breathing coral in deep to paint my insides the color of magic. i am shrugging off the weight of the past and letting it disperse with the pulse of the tide. i am f
first-class funeral cheers.stick a post-it note on my head and stick me in a drawer as if you'll remember me in the morning. but you won't. not unless i cry, not unless i scream, not unless i throw my words against the walls until you hear the pulse, hear the beat of millions of phrases and definitions and images as wild as jungle throats and murdered lemons.first-class funeral cheers. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
beautiful and tragic, gorgeous and oh, my word, isn't she a genius? but they all boil down to one thing: you're gone. you aren't here. your absence is everywhere. i've erased the ends of my fingertips because they look lonely; i've shoved my hands in the garbage disposal because that's all i am. it's not pathetic, it's just life. it's just realities [a million and two different versions of the same tragedy].
my thoughts are wild, unbridled and, let's face it, stupid. they're suicide jumping off the edge of my tongue. you aren't here to fence them in and the natives are restless. they're leaping brick and mortar and cliff and stone. you aren't here. if i rep
it doesn't come free.if you want it, you're going to have to catch it.it doesn't come free. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're going to have to run until your feet are caked with silt and your mouth is burned with wind, until your heart is laboring behind rusted ribs. you're going to have to chase it through sand storms and ocean tantrums and to the edge of the world and over. you're going to have to strip out of your clothes and inhibitions and fear and pride because it's not slowing down. it's not going to idle in anticipation or pause or give you a fair shake. it's going to twist in currents and cut corners and laugh as it's free diving into still lakes.
if you want it, you're going to have to tempt it.
you're going to have to promise with a honeyed tongue and then confess with bare-boned honesty. you're going to have to be cunning and honest, vulnerable and strong. you're going to have to know the art of silence under blue moon stars and the seduction of words breathed through smoke veils. you're going to have to twist poetry from your capillaries an
dare to dance the flame.i'm not the kind of girl you'll be able to forget about in a moment.dare to dance the flame. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm the kind that'll stick like a burr and breathe ice down your veins, but just wait because my lips will melt the frost in a moment. i'm the kind of girl that'll sneak into your system like nicotine so you'll keep asking for just a little bigger sip each time, just one more bottle, just one more drag [just one more, one more].
i'm a lie in the making and an addiction brewing in the spaces between your bones. i'm terribly atrocious and wonderfully divine and you'll hate me almost as much as you don't. i won't be part of your memory, because i'll flood it until i'm all that's there. i'll steal your lungs and give you sips of my own breath and promise you it's sweeter. i'll bite your bottom lip with laughing eyes and wipe away the blood precipitation with something that looks like sympathy but feels just like lust.
[you'll never know which, but you'll keep fighting because you're dying to know.]
i'm a storm that
play for keeps.spin around twice, count to ten and come to find me. listen to the wind twisting around the forest and the break of sun dappling the foliage. hold your breath and hear the misplaced air from where i was, where i've been, where i am no longer. break the twisted limbs of young saplings and duck the looming arms of the aging ark. use sonic radars to locate me curled sleepily in the elms' embrace. i'll be dust-covered and cobwebbed, my arms wrapped around the dam of my ribcage. climb the bark ladder and wake me with hesitant, wanting fingers. whisper truths in the maple-vault where i've lay dormant, lace your fingers through mine and pull me into life.play for keeps. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[i hid; you sought. claim your prize: hold me.]
bend your knees, sink scarred knuckles in the silt and rocket forward with youthful exuberance. chase me through the wheat mazes and sunshine corridors and the twisted dead ends of my insecurities. use the broadsword of your want to carve your own paths, close your eyes and listen to the muffle
faded words, smudged ink.i'm writing it down.faded words, smudged ink. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm taking it all and putting it on paper so you can hear the words between the silences because words are the only things that last and the only thing i have left. i'm trying to make something ugly into something beautiful so you might want to keep it a while. trying to find the right words to say what i've been feeling in the only way i know how. so don't throw it away yet, darling, if you look it's all right here for you to find:
you should know, i think i'm weak and i'm scared of time and the smell of leaving is the worst one in the world. i'm afraid absence makes the heart grow apathetic and quirky just means insane and crazy girls are only appealing on the silver screen. i'm not as brave as i'd like to say i am and the tin man has nothing on me after three dollars and fourty cents fedexed myself in a brown envelope cross-continental. i'm prone to hoping for the impossible and wishing for things just out of my reach and it's not poetic, because all the pretty
strangle me silently.i am sleeping and nameless faces are looming and my bones are breaking to the beat of war drums in the fogging distance. my pulse is racing and bursting at the seams and i am arching up and out and all over the ceiling and splattering on the window. "it's art!" they cry, because art is pain and i am paint running down the walls, the shattered column of my torso twisting on roping cotton sheets. "how beautiful," they sigh with wistful voices for i am destruction, and they envy the magnificence to sacrifice one's self for art, for beauty, for love, but i am a stain they can't wash out and a puzzle they can't complete, and the walls are decaying and time is bending backwards and --strangle me silently. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am prey. i am a deer; i am a deer and the woods are as quiet as words. the fog is rolling in like tumultuous sea upon unsuspecting shores. i am a deer and i smell like fear, my legs snap as i move, as the wind whistles with deadly intentions. i leap, but time slices my throat. split-seconds are suddenly the o
we're breaking fate.i'm crying but there are no tears; i'm laughing but there is no sound.we're breaking fate. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
music is playing but i can't cage the beat. i'm just sitting in the middle of a wind storm and counting the seconds to sleep. counting the seconds until i fly. counting the seconds until i can see your face again. because your mouth is like whiskey and i'm always under the influence whenever you're around. ohoh, if i had the words, i'd give them all to you in a beat of my stuttering heart. because you always know that everything i want is everything you have and everything i have is already yours.
i can't keep myself from you. i can't keep myself from the flames but i'm going down swinging. i'm going down hard. i'm too close to the fire and too far from the heat. i'm dancing a million miles a minute trying to get your attention but you're too far away to see and i'm sweating blood and bleeding sweat and i just want to be where you are.
remember when we were thirteen? we had hot, dirty hands and innocent eyes and dan
i'm choking.i am sitting with smoking nerves andi'm choking. in Free Verse More Like This
frayed circuit wires, everything i don't
know knotting together for me to choke
if there is a door, i can't find it.
if there is an answer, i'm unaware.
instead i am falling to my knees and
crawling under the smoke, eyes watering
and knuckles bleeding. no closer to the end
than when i had begun.
if i had the courage, i'd crack open your ribs
and get the answer for myself. if i was brave,
i'd simply reach over and pinch the truth from
or i'd just tie my heart to the railroad tracks
and wait for you to save it. wait for you
to cradle it and whisper that the time for
pinched nerves and scraped knees is over.
but i am confused and cowardly, clutching
my chest, palms feebly protecting the only
thing i have left to defend. the only thing i
have left worth guarding.
and the thing that scares me most is not that
you might hurt me. it's not that i might end
up with a scar or a burn or a weeping laceration.
the thing that has me trembling wit
Random Thoughts 07.05.09 She watched him as he sleeps,Random Thoughts 07.05.09 in Free Verse More Like This
looks up at him as he weeps,
It is his heart she keeps,
She snuggles right up close,
she is, his special dose,
of love; more special than all,
she waits; for their wakeup call
She watches him as he wakes,
little noise he does make,
kisses his lips, sweetly hers,
She feels all the pain he does,
knowing that she helps,
to ease; the pain he sometimes feels,
helping them both to heal
Cold Bites - 31.05.09Cold BitesCold Bites - 31.05.09 in Surrealism More Like This
She shivers as the breeze whips past her face,
like knives cutting into every inch of her war-torn body.
She stands there, silently, waiting for the icy cold to pass,
she realises it's getting colder every second.
She shuffles quietly along the road, in old and worn sock feet,
feeling the harsh cold bite into the soles of her feet.
Pedestrians glance her up and down, their prejudice eyes boring into her like razors,
She realises that warmth doesn't come from walking.
She wanders down a laneway, her body getting stiff,
Less afraid she becomes, more anxious of shelter.
Somewhere warm, somewhere deep, somewhere she can sleep,
Away from the razor-eyes, the damp ground; somewhere out there,
someone wants her around.
Blinded - 18th Dec 2009I don't know what to do, or say,Blinded - 18th Dec 2009 in Free Verse More Like This
His beauty blinds me, I cannot stray.
Frozen in one place, I look deep into his eyes,
How can he be both my surrender, at the same time my demise?
He asks me what is wrong, I cannot speak a word,
Just gaze at him in awe, and mumble something barely heard.
"I cannot tell you what is wrong,
and neither what is right.
All I can reveal to you,
is your the object of my sight"
I don't know how to tell him, tell him how I feel,
Scared of his reaction, afraid of how he'll deal.
If he'll feel the same for me, love me a-gain true,
I'm gonna take the chance, I know exactly what I'll do.
The Race and The BeachThe wind picked up its pace,The Race and The Beach in Free Verse More Like This
as he ran through the race.
Panting; he felt like he would die of breathing,
was there a hidden meaning?
The trees whispered in the breeze,
as the waves hit up on the rock.
Children played out on the sand,
while older children mocked.
As the race came to a close,
he saw the face at the window.
So frightened of what was inside,
frightened that they would die.
Building sandcastles in the sand,
older brothers lending a helping hand.
Little did they realise the terror unfolding above,
or the little white dove soaring the skies,
The little girls spirit in a place on her own.
Forever - a short balladWords cannot explain what you mean to me,Forever - a short ballad in Ballad More Like This
Hold me close and lets sit here for a while,
I can sleep now,
Forever is perfect for me and you.
You keep me safe, safer than I have ever been before,
Make me into something amazing,
When we're together,
I know it's forever,
Forever is perfect for me and you.
So many nights I cried myself to sleep,
Sick of the pain felt all through my heart,
But you make me feel like I can do anything,
I can sleep now,
Forever is perfect for me and you.
Holding me close, I lay my head down,
Down on your shoulder, I feel openly,
This love that we share is a true romance,
Forever and ever with you holding my hand.
No longer afraid of the past I hold onto,
I lie here asleep next to you,
You helped me to heal, forever we'll be,
We can sleep now,
Forever is made just for me and you.
Fight For ItFight for what you want, don't ever let yourself fall,Fight For It in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let anyone bring you down, keep your spirits high.
You know you can do it, if you try,
If you fight for it, you can clamber over that wall.
Fight for what you love, because you can get there in the end,
Don't let yourself be broken by the insecurity.
Stay strong for what you believe in, for you can always see,
That you can give out a strong message, that's what your spirit will send.
Fight for it, don't fall,
You can do it, be strong.
Never can go wrong,
Fight for it, climb over the wall.
Fight for your right, to have your own say,
Don't you tumble down, below the treaded ground.
You will finish this race, you will be found,
You'll win if you stay strong, 'til the end of the day.
Fight for what you believe in, because you can do it too,
It's only your indecision, bringing your hopes down.
Stay strong for yourself and others, show them what to do,
Be the great example, make everyone pr
sometimes: a poemsometimes people change into something they're not,sometimes: a poem in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and they can't even see it themselves.
and sometimes you can try and tell them,
but they ignore every word you say.
sometimes you can't stop time flowing,
you just have to let it go the way it has to.
and sometimes you wish things weren't the way they were,
but they have to be.
sometimes people will hurt you so bad,
leave you wondering how they can treat you that way.
and sometimes you can try and explain it,
but they ignore all it is that you say.
sometimes you try and help someone out,
but they crawl away bit by bit from your hand.
they think they can figure it all out,
sometimes that makes you try even more.
but sometimes you can change your destiny,
sometimes you can set things right.
we all have choices, but sometimes;
losing ourselves isn't worth the fight.
I Love You : A Short PoemEvery morning that she wakes up,I Love You : A Short Poem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She thinks of him.
Every night before she sleeps,
She thinks of him.
Every day before she goes to school,
She thinks of him.
Every afternoon before her dinner,
She thinks of him.
He's constantly on her mind,
In her dreams,
No matter what he's there.
Where ever she goes,
Near or far,
He's constantly on her mind.
Always and together,
Together and always.
They shall stay,
For this is the beginning of a perfect romance.
That shall last Forever. And. Eternity.
I love you <3
Fading and TornTorn between what you want, and what is best for you,Fading and Torn in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know how to cope anymore, truly you are through.
Through with what life deals you, the life that you lead,
Wishing of another time, when you were never seen.
Invisible, like the rest of the world, just another human being,
Someone who no one saw, someone they were afraid of seeing.
But you cannot be like that, you must stand up for what you want,
You've got to do it now, do it quick, give it a shot.
Torn between your reality, and what you actually dream,
Who, what, when, where, why, how... why can't this come at ease?
You wonder why life ever got so hard, got so difficult now,
But you remember its up to you now, you must wear that crown.
You can't be invisible, unseen, you have to raise you voice,
Changed your life, for the better, it's up to you to make a choice.
Do what you want, do what you will, but remember it shall affect your life,
But never, ever give up the fight.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while,
Penny saved is a Penny earned"A penny saved is a penny earned"Penny saved is a Penny earned in Free Verse More Like This
Thats what the saying says.
But with interest rates as low as ours,
You'd be better spendin' away.
One might say your smart,
for puttin' lone pennies in the bank.
But did you know they are quite safe,
Never to be moved (unless you do!)
"A penny saved is a penny earned"
Thats what the saying states.
But wouldn't it be much easier to spend,
with our dead-gone intrest rates?
Sanity"There were trees here once"Sanity in Free Verse More Like This
I mutter to myself
As I slowly make my winding way
Through onyx and ash,
The forbidding unbidden
It's gleaming black shattered
Razor sharp shredding bleakness
Spreading out ahead,
Before the cold fading sunset,
"I think this place is in my head"
I said, Slowly treading
The dreaded glassy black plain
Of ragged razor rocks.
But what is that
Off in the distance?
In the midst of this miserable
Misbegotten waste, I see...
A small shining beacon!
Something fresh but far
Across the bleak miasma
Of frozen geographic tragedy,
I see a stunted tree.
I was far flung and haggard
But compared to the caustic surroundings,
The shredding shining hating eternity,
That fragment of fading foliage-
Of color, light and sound
Was an elusive beauty.
I had to run
And I had to scream
As I surged through eternity.
The onyx began it's terrible task-
Flaying me, flesh falling like
Soft comets of crimson
Staining the grey ash red;
Blood fell in the onyx plain
A Happy EndingThe sun is blacked out,A Happy Ending in Free Verse More Like This
As the sulfurous gas blankets the sky.
We are hidden
In our houses, in our shelters, in our lovers' arms.
And we wait.
Impact is imminent,
And the ground begins to shudder.
Apocalypse, fire from the skies.
For every one of us who has ever lived,
As we hunch together in our futile defenses,
We stop and think of who we truly love.
Our feelings become desperate,
And we whisper to the other how we feel.
The layers of society are ripped away,
And the gentle core exposed,
Our instincts come to fore, and we are real again.
Lovers arm in arm, lying together in the dark,
They exchange their last kiss,
She whispers to him
"If there is an afterlife,
It'll be this I truly miss"
And they envelop their bodies into each other,
And surrender to one last embrace.
A mother cradles her newborn son,
She whispers into his ear that he's lucky,
For he's the one to face the end,
And he's the only pure one on the planet.
Unique, and with no time for society to spoil
The SoundsIn the gentle haze of the eveningThe Sounds in Free Verse More Like This
Life and death drift away.
The stardust that comprises us all
Is spread before me
Like ashes on the water,
Or the horizon
Above the sea.
A line, from blast
To frigid silence
Stretched before me.
A phantasm in fog.
Each stream of matter,
Each part of existence
Flows through the void.
Stretching and moving,
Each strand stretching
Fluctuating and twirling
Swirling patterns arise,
Through sublime harmony.
Each frequency a life,
Every pulse a tone.
A brilliant symphony arose,
A brilliant, screaming overture.
An expansion, a spiraling.
Slowly, each tone faded,
One instrument bowing out
But the void echoes,
And forever resounds
The sounds of existence.
Simon WIPSimonSimon WIP in Transgressive More Like This
I was young. Confused, like young people are. I don't really know how long it's been since then, but I know I'm not that young anymore, for better or for worse. Things have happened since that day, and I am just a vestige of that curious, naive boy I used to be.
I guess I should explain. I dont think Ill be able to remember everything, and I know I will have to leave some things out, but Ill tell you what matters most about me back in those days, those days when I knew Simon.
Simon was my first new friend. All of the others were older and graduating, moving on with their lives and leaving me behind. Id always known older people, so Simon was refreshing. He had this wild exuberance, this almost insane daring, and it was probably odd to see us together. I was quiet when he was his loudest, I was pensive when he was crude, and most of all, I held back when he screamed for full speed ahead at any obstacle we met. We mediated each other. He brought m
Flowers in the CracksWe buckle and bend,Flowers in the Cracks in Free Verse More Like This
Our structure diminished by
Atrophy and apathy,
Slowly eroding away
And yet in the differences
New things arise,
Shoots of green and gold
Violet and blue and orange
And all the colors are so strange,
New shades, something new,
Life filling in the gaps,
The experience of breaking
Facilitating the resurrection.
The only beauty I see is in broken people,
The flowers grow through the cracks.
ImplodeYou wilt,Implode in Free Verse More Like This
Like the scent of a memory,
Empty and ephemeral,
Pregnant with regret
And bittersweet reverie.
I watch you fall
The slowest fall.
A second and a third,
Each one a piece of our past.
You look at me.
Your lips tremble
And your cheeks are red now
And I don't know what to say.
Your eyes are filled with questions
You fall apart so beautifully,
At first like a flower;
One beautiful piece at a time
Until the moment shatters,
And like a star you implode.
Only an empty void remains.
The MoonThe moon is washed out,The Moon in Free Verse More Like This
Bleached and dry
Like dead kisses and old flowers.
I used to sit here
And think about you.
You, so far away
With the moon between us
Wishing us luck.
Maybe the moon forgot about you,
Because when I look up,
I don't see the future.
I don't see children,
I don't see anything
But a big dead rock
In a big black sky.
The Beauty of a CorpseGlass eyes staringThe Beauty of a Corpse in Free Verse More Like This
With glazed opaques,
Through damp pallid flesh
White with death
That expells forth no breath
In and out of their host
Eating the flesh
Of gods personal blasphemy.
The bony grin; the life within
The lifeless body
Tells the tale: how we fail
The beauty of a corpse.
It feeds new life;
With decay, every day
We rebuild perfection.
Rebirth through earth
In earth we sink.
Life is loam.
Life is the beauty
Of a corpse
Black HoleThere is a pulsating secretBlack Hole in Free Verse More Like This
At the dark center of the universe.
It throbs and beats,
Pounds and weeps,
And it shrieks to be found.
The dark center of the universe
Because it is grotesque.
It is a malformed dream,
And sickly incest.
Begging for recognition.
I can hear it's raspy, pained breathing,
Coarse and wanting,
Cold and haunting.
The dark center of the universe
WhisperHave you ever whisperedWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
Into the dark
For the sake of whispering?
Have you ever wondered
About your life
For the sake of wondering?
Have you ever wandered
Around in the night
For the sake of wandering?
Life is not reasonable,
Nor does it care;
Its certainly not logical,
And it has never been fair.
So perhaps you should whisper,
You could scream?
Why just sleep,
When you can dream?
You can fly!
Theres a difference between story
And a well told lie.
When you are cut, you bleed,
When you hurt, you need,
When you are alone, you cry
When you dont live, you die.
Forever Friendshe holds me,Forever Friend in Free Verse More Like This
through the night,
not in her arms,
but her inner light,
the beauty that,
is more than what,
the eyes can see,
she is not my lover,
though I love her,
for truly her heart,
but in the end,
she is always
my forever friend...
Sleepless Dreamsas daylight wanesSleepless Dreams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and darkness reigns,
I wish I could tell her
how I feel,
when morning comes
with the rising sun,
the dreaming seems
in the darknessIn the darkness,in the darkness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you're all I see,
in the darkness,
you're here with me,
in the darkness,
our hearts are one,
in the darkness,
you're the morning sun....
never farwhen I close my eyes,never far in Free Verse More Like This
you are all I see,
in my thoughts and
in my dreams,
opening my eyes and
there you are,
in my heart and
fallingI have fallen for you,falling in Free Verse More Like This
body and soul,
there is just one thing
I wish to know,
so I come to you
with all that I am,
with one question,
could you love this man
3 little wordsI long to hear,3 little words in Free Verse More Like This
those 3 little words,
much stronger than,
any I've ever heard,
3 little words,
which mean so much,
3 little words,
like a lover's touch,
3 little words,
which calm my fears,
not 'I love you',
but 'I am here'...
Never questionnever question what the heart feels, it sees what the eyes cannot, it hears what the ears miss, it knows what the mind can only guess at...Never question in Free Verse More Like This
The Dreamer's Eyesmoonlit dreams fill the night,The Dreamer's Eyes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
giving the darkness a whispered light,
soft lips kiss the dreamer's face,
with a smile the dreamer wakes,
as morning dawns the dreamer hides,
the dream remains behind closed eyes...
Time for LoveI long to feel,Time for Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your nails down my back,
your lips kissing my neck,
your body against mine,
as our souls are lost in time...