not afraid anymoreI look at your face, and the once black and white picturenot afraid anymore in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
suddenly gets colored with the richest palette a soul can see
I try to realise how beautiful you look
and how beautiful the world looks because of you
I listen to you calling my name, and the once sad melody
suddenly becomes the happiest harmony a spirit can hear
I try to understand how happy you sound
and how you replaced those wails with laughters
I feel your hand, and the once freezing flesh of mine
suddenly starts warming up by the flames of your essence
I try to comprehend how alive you feel
and how you were able to revive a once baren core
I'm afraid of this happiness I feel
I'm afraid of you
but how I miss you
how I long to hold you in my arms
how I long to play with your hair
while you're resting your head on my lap...
I love you...
I'm not afraid to say it anymore...
I love you...
I love you...
I love you...
I'm free at last...
and I love you...
it's time...When talks become superficialit's time... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And feelings turn artificial
When you think twice before you call
Then do, yet say nothing at all
When you feel empty all the time
And all your poems start to rime
When you miss someone who's not there
Or is around, yet does not care
When you try hard to make it last
Yet see yourself part of the past
When you fail the tricks in your sleeve
Then it is surely time to leave...
answerless questions...- If years made me lose all my teeth, would you still want to kiss me?answerless questions... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- When cats hide from the rain, do they know the fun they're missing?
- Do pencils get jealous from pens for leaving a trace that's harder to erase?
- Will angels fall if they chose by their own free will to abide by the will of God?
- Is Satan as ugly as they draw him, or did he spend his money on a complete make-over?
- If you were hungry and had only one piece of bread, would you give it to a kid dying of hunger?
- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?
- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?
- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever yo
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)Okay next request done! Another swimming one I'm afraid this one is for kitkittykats, I hope you enjoy!Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is my longest one yet!!
Also thank you all for the favs and the watches, I try to thank everyone in turn, but sometimes there's just too many of them! Thank you to all who are patiently waiting for their requests as well.
Shihagami signing off~
The waves lapped on your feet and you slid into the pool. You let yourself float for a while, closing your eyes and letting your (h/c) hair loose in the water. Your face warmed with the sun and you smiled. Today's gonna be another great workout, you thought to yourself.
You stayed like this for a while, simply enjoying feeling the sunlight on your body. Your rest was disturbed however, by suddenly being dunked underwater by three pairs of hands. You struggled and they raised you out of the water and on top of the three boys' heads.
You squirmed trying your best to get free, not that you weren't enjoying yourself. The boys let go of you at
The wolf and IA true StoryThe wolf and I in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was the first to see the wolf. I noticed him even before he saw us. But I think perhaps I am getting ahead of myself; let's start from the beginning.
It was April 2001, and my beautiful wife and I had driven over 700km (435 miles) to spend the night at the home of my father's sister, Jeanne-Berthe, in the town of Saint-Quentin, New Brunswick.
My employer, in a brief moment of insanity, had seen fit to allow me the choice of a Ford Mustang as my company fleet vehicle. I had been driving it for almost six months by then, enough to have learned to respect its loose, tail-happy road handling characteristics, and even to embrace them as somewhat endearing. Armed with four new Blizzak ice tires and the confidence of a recently completed advanced driving class, the snow covered rural highways were my playground.
We left Saint-Quentin early Sunday morning, heading for Halifax to visit
Punk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XIPunk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XI in Romance More Like This
"How many times do I need to tell you that you are not allowed to have girlfriend?!" The company president yelled at me. Thanks to that bloody website, he found it out.
"Like I said, she's not my girlfriend!"
"Not your girlfriend?! So what that news article means?! It's clear that you two are holding hands!"
"What's up with holding hands?!"
"One more, you two went to Florida right?! I heard you both stayed at your hotel?"
"We didn't do anything!"
(Back to your POV)
The other band members couldn't do anything, the company president is a stubborn man, even you're stating the truth, he won't believe you. They watched Alfred get lectured, Ivan wanted to twist the company president's head.
"Starting now, you're not allowed to see her until we finish the world tour got that?!"
"World Tour?! what the hell?! No one informed me about that!"
"Because you're in Florida, young man"
World Tour can take 2 months or so, Alfred can't able to take it
Conflict of InterestsThe whole universe seemed to shift, twist and bend, even constant forces like gravity and atmospheric pressure rippling in fluctuation. With a violent 'pop', and a static-like tingle across her flesh, Emephira finished manifesting, popping her ears and feeling the sensation of dry, freezing air stinging her bare skin. Despite the inhospitable climate, before doing anything else she looked herself over anxiously; no matter how she knew the manifestation process was harmless, she had not yet quite grown fully comfortable with it, and the irrational fear that she might end up with her parts in the wrong places or something was foremost in mind.Conflict of Interests in Short Stories More Like This
Her smooth, healthy pink skin was suitably flawless and unharmed, nothing out of place from her dainty toes to the tips of her slender fingers, aside from the profusion of cold-induced goosebumps. The immaculate white of her beautiful, feathered wings was similarly untouched. Letting out a private
Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:Nudity and Sex: Deal with it in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte