Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
AddictionAddiction:Addiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
What is Love?What is Love?:What is Love? in Free Verse More Like This
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:You Lift Me Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...
But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance
It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...
Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to return to my home
And when I do; may I take you there?
For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed
It is sad to know, that they have been corrupted
Sadder still, to be denied a home
Yet the warmth of the hearts that choose to surro
Child PreyChild Prey:Child Prey in Free Verse More Like This
He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...
As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...
Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...
It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...
"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
your white blood cellsIn the city Safeway parking lotyour white blood cells in Free Verse More Like This
he turns catatonic. Throws his full weight
against the steering wheel so many times;
rigor-mortises his nails into the underside of the seat
into the palms of his hands until blood cracks open
like acid from a splintered vial.
I don’t know what to say to make it better.
I don’t know how to comfort someone so completely
out of the will of their own body.
I try and take his hand,
and once he takes it, he won’t let go.
When he squeezes my hand
I promise always to squeeze it back tighter
when we finally peel our palms apart two hours later,
the imprint of an angel’s wing
still carves its prayer into my skin,
God I miss you.
CascadiaRise like a ghost from bed,Cascadia in Free Verse More Like This
feel the hiss of cold water
into a porcelain mug,
take a sip and press my forehead
to the icy windowpane.
My sister settles in the other room.
She slips, inch by inch,
in, over, through, off
to the sound of
- the melancholy kind of stuff.
The stuff that makes artists burn.
I fall into an armchair
draw my pale, frigid feet up
with pen and paper
from under the muted telephone,
and attempt to catch the merit of
frightful, imaginary things.
Sleeping, at this point,
at the zenith,
is like catching
the darting shadow-lines
of car headlights
flooding the curtained room
with light and starkness.
It is like feeling a fever coming on,
and shivering, shaking cold.
Like laying as the poetry floods
swallowing as you allow it to
between the two strangers, from the two hemispheres of your mind
like sandpaper on wood
and the flakes it leaves behind.
I think about the man.
The one I saw two rooms over,
the only other person r
NothingWhen I heard,Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
I was ensnared in my marching band
and could not properly collapse
half-naked in the bathroom,
trying to knot my shoelaces
-friends and not-so-friendlys looking on-
as grief stuck me
straight in the stomach
again & again
until I cried:
on the bleachers,
in the dinner line,
crouched on the curb,
standing before the tree
pinned with pictures and white
my own newly hung ghost
untying itself in the wind
as I stared at the sillouette,
falling to my knees, fists clenching the
sure I had
nothing and simultaneously
if by moonlightThe subway stretched farther than our shadows.if by moonlight in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A Myna Bird MelancholyIt seems my body is reminiscentA Myna Bird Melancholy in Free Verse More Like This
in ways I am not.
The moral high-ground of truth
or of destitution or of somber readiness
- of it, I am forgetful. And to be forgetful
is to have known the sleek,
shallow depth of dreams,
and to just as swiftly die,
as a myna bird melancholy
with its heart strung on a wire.
For to wake from dreams is
to strip the gizzards from one's own body
and to, thereby, insinuate the self
blind into the bowels of atrophy.
I am awake when one shouldn't be,
aghast and ralphing; retching my soul
out through my eardrums and eyes and orifices,
Because, honestly, what is there to live for?
I lose myself in the succorless centers of mine eyes;
the rapidity of a 2 am shower that pours over
the aching rheumatism of my bones,
streaming into the corroded exterior of my agony,
blood sucking at the drain.
Hours pass, but time seems to simply saunter by
unchanged, as my body clings to things
it craves to remember:
truth, destitution, memory itself
- any remnant of humanity.
*underageand I wonder, on*underage in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
coffin-flavored nights, why they
say drinking is bad.
woo the lackluster, tantalizing tableauThere must be a waywoo the lackluster, tantalizing tableau in Free Verse More Like This
to splatter a tub-full
of this much daylight
on other places
to capture the propensity of
the backyard gate to swing and sl
am in the same movement.
to tease the greatest painters
in the world with that sunset
- that one, right there, with
violet and olive green
and a dash of mulberry.
to plunge your hands into
the sound of leaves blowing
and the sight of them swirling on
their branches, and to close your eyes
and sense the change in the air currents
as the shadows blanket your face.
There must be a way
to do so
would make me feel safe,
a tad secure,
and positively necessary.
Body-SnatchedBody-bound,Body-Snatched in Free Verse More Like This
Whatever you want to call it,
I cannot disperse my lips;
cannot close my eyes to find those glimmers
they say are just on the brink of something else.
I want to capture them there
- between the freckle on my eyelid
and the swirl of my iris -
but they float, less than tangible, from me.
I cannot shift or resume
cannot lift my shoulders
or expose my legs to the same oxygen
the trees once breathed
because there are valleys full of rivers full of fish
full of pebbles in my way,
flooding the ruckus of my bare body
between left and right
and my knees when I step away.
I feel the need to run until the soles of my feet are sore
and my throat is freezer-burned;
to cast tomorrow behind me
in search of something I once knew how to do,
but I don't know where to run
And I can't find the stairs.
morning-fingersI dream that I am wading through a field of violent colors and I could continue on forever, walking, trailing my fingers through the grasses, drinking in the coolness of the earth.morning-fingers in Free Verse More Like This
I am chasing a whistling tree that weeps on the horizon-line, lonely, ephemeral and, in some ways, recurrent as a dream in which I am body-bound - caked in the colors of skins and leaves and scars.
Only to relapse, once more, into cascades -cool, morning-finger drizzles- of soloria.
In the bruising-blue sky, three moons simultaneously rise to glimpse the planet, whirling,
and the air is just calm enough to be called a breeze.
Yogscast ThreeshotsStill BrokenYogscast Threeshots in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't fixed. It had never been fixed, and so it could only mean he was broken. Still broken.
Sips was for the most part, depressed over the resolve. He and Sjin had thought going through the portal had fixed it. The big mustached idiot had even managed to touch him when he punched him!
But no...The portal only gave Sips control over the situation. He was still pretty much dead.
He had foudn that out while mining alone once more, when a skeleton had cornered him. He'd been so terrified that he only took notice of the confusion in the skeleton's dead eyes, when the arrows had passed though him. No wounds, no pain, no blood.
In Tektopia those who died came back from the dead, thanks to the creepy Reaper that owned the land. In Tektopia even the dead could be killed, and revived into well...their current state.
It was very weird and confusing and didn't make much sense, but Sips didn't question it.
As long as his taller friend was safe an
Tears Sometimes Red finds Cormburskan looking blankly at a computer screen, tears freely running down his flushed cheeks.Tears in Short Stories More Like This
He doesn't know why the insane scientist starts crying. He never asked. He never will.
If Cormburskan wanted him to know, he would have told him already. If he does tell him, then let him take his time. Red does however wrap his arms around the crying man and let the other let out trapped sobs.
He does this because he understands and because he cares. Unlike some people, he really does.
There are times Red finds his friend crying in a different manner. He is smiling and crying at the same time, laughing hysterically and breaking things. Precious things that he himself invented with such care.
Those are the times Red is forced to restrain the scientist and drag him to his bed. From there on he'll pat the older man's shoulder and whisper that everything is ok and that he's there and won't leave him until he feels better.
Those tantrums of sorts t
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 It seemed that waking up in such a groggy and confused state seemed eerily familiar to Lalna. The last time it occurred hadn't been pleasant at all...Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 in Drama More Like This
Shaking his head to try and clear it, the blond looked around. He regretted the shaking after he realized everything was spinning from the abrupt movement.
He'd probably been drugged before or after blacking out by those strange robotic birds, since he felt like he'd just drank about 30 barrels of Black Stuff.
When the dizzy spell went away, the scientist noticed that he wasn't alone. Xephos was beside him, slowly waking up as well.
Giving the confused spaceman a while to fully awaken, the blond looked at their surroundings.
They were in a sterile environment.
Shiny white iron walls and stone brick floor.
Near them was a little creak of water that kept them away from iron bars that seemed to be blocking their way to the exit of the strange room.
A prison perhaps? Maybe a dungeon?
Strange. Normally these types
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 Xephos walked down the halls of his blond scientist friend's lab. From the thick layers of dust and the cobwebs, the spaceman could tell the other hadn't been cleaning much. Odd since Lalna liked to keep his castle pristine and presentable.Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 in Drama More Like This
He would ask about it when he found the blond.
Lalna on the other hand was in his room, trying to find some clean clothing. Instead he found half eaten rotting fruit; dirty dishes, filthy clothing and even some critters.
His room was the perfect depiction of an overturned trashcan.
He didn't think his neat blue eyed alien friend would like to meet him when he smelled as bad as he did; had very greasy and unwashed hair and of course the fact he was wearing little atom pajamas. If he hurried, he could get dressed, put on some deodorant and dunk his head into a bucket of water to get rid of the filth.
No such luck.
His running about and shuffling with objects had attracted Xephos to his bedroom, and now he stoo
Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro The last time Xephos had felt this bad, was when Red showed his true colors to him. The twisted and hateful side he'd never thought his twin had.Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro in Drama More Like This
That had been a few months ago.
Since then, things had been quite awkward around Honeydew Inc.; Blackrock Stronghold; Sips.Co and Owl Island.
Honeydew gave Lalna a vacation, Notch knows he really needed it to sort things out, while Rythian and Zoeya decided to band up with Ravs; Nilesy and Teep to explore the Nether. It was a perilous adventure, but to the group it would be refreshing after all the hours of pretending they hadn't just died horribly at the hands of two deranged madmen and a psychotic villain.
Lomadia had come to visit more often, Mr.Owl always keeping to her side not wanting her to be kidnapped once more, and the Sips.Co due had gone off to relax at the beach.
Honeydew stayed in his penthouse most of the time.
Everyone seemed to have their own way of cooping with what happened, all but
Yogfic - Different - Part9 Lalna had been dragged from memory to memory, watching his unfortunate childhood being cut shorter and shorter as he was forced to grow up in a world where people weren't very forgiving. Where differences and one's circumstance of birth meant shunning and punishment.Yogfic - Different - Part9 in Drama More Like This
It made the blond scientist sick.
He'd locked up these horrid memories so that he'd be able to forget the pain, but then this fake Ridge came along and told them they held some sort of answer?
He could hardly question anything anymore, so he went along with it, trying to keep himself from vomiting.
So far they'd passed by the memory of him first reading "Alice in Wonderland"; meeting Sjin; watching other children getting adopted by lovely people; going weeks without supper and countless times of when the oldest kids tormented and beat him up.
"Hm it seems we haven't gotten deep enough yet...We'll have to keep walking friend, so how about a traveling song?!" the fake exclaimed happil
Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 The incident in the park had been a few weeks ago. When he'd reached home, Lalna had been exhausted in such a way that he felt he could sleep for a full year.Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
But of course, he just spent a full lazy day in bed, and then went back to work on his projects and went to help with the factory and with what little task someone might have for him.
Normally, he'd prefer to work on his own, but the shock he'd gotten had left him slightly shaken.
He'd taken a look at himself and even done some scans to look for any internal injury.
He was glad to find none.
However, he did feel a bit woozy from time to time and very uncomfortable.
Not only that but he'd lost his appetite and he had a very annoying itch just a little above his hip, on his back.
Ignoring this slightly as just the after affects of being shocked by high voltage, Lalna kept himself busy as possible. Today, he was helping Zoeya switch some old outdated computers with a few new ones that she'd
Lalna Forgives, Livid does Not Lalna was a forgiving man most of the time. He'd learned his lesson after he and Sjin blew up Old World. Revenge never solved anything.Lalna Forgives, Livid does Not in General Fiction More Like This
Lalna knew this, but Livid chose to ignore it.
Livid was born out of Lalna's resentment and tortured pain. He was the one who burnt down the orphanage and the one who compelled the scientist to fight Sjin in the first place.
After the explosion, he was merely given the chance to take control of part of their brain.
While working with Xephos and Honeydew, Lalna was in control, the same went with most of the activities in his castle, but when no one was looking, the more grim experiments were done at the hands of Livid.
It had been Livid who had wanted the stupid telescope to go, substituting it with a railgun.
The best part was that Lalna didn't even realize it.
He had no idea that he did in fact have a construction buddy like his friends. The stupid dwarf and the scaredy-cat spaceman that came from the stars.
Livid had no on
The Yogscast Through The Multiverse - 2 Rythian knew they couldn't stay where they were. They had to go back to their home universe before they got in trouble, or worse. Killed.The Yogscast Through The Multiverse - 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was no way for him to know if the Lalna of this world wasn't still hostile against him; that is, if there had even been a war in the first place.
There was a high chance of things having occurred differently in this alternate universe.
The three wondered around aimlessly, trying to think of a way to get out of their current mess.
They couldn't just hope that their Lalna would fix this mistake. It would probably take ages before he did so, that is, if he could even find them.
"Do you think we'll be stuck here forever?" Ravs asked. "I had a really important mayor meeting thingy going on you know...And I am kind of needed and stuff."
"Asking and whining won't help!" Zyluss said sharply. "We need to find a way to get home on our own! Maybe this world's Ridge can help? There's a chance
Fixed Timelines Ridge had merged the timelines and successfully stopped the circle of madness that had gone on and on eternally.Fixed Timelines in Drama More Like This
It had been a great feat...Only it had some side effects...
Everyone retained the memories Ridge had cleansed them of. The horrible memories of what Israphel had done to them...What he'd turn them into.
Lalna remembered. He'd been engaged to Zoeya, they were going to be a family...Until Israphel had come and taken him away.
When he escaped, he'd been bitten by a zombie, which resulted in him turning and eating his dear fiancee alive.
He'd gotten some control soon after and in his grief, walked out into the sun to end himself.
It was sickening and the sense of loneliness intensified as much as is anger did.
He wanted Israphel dead more then anyone.
Sips; Sjin; Lomadia; Nilesy and The Railroad Bros. had died in their home town, turned into sand by Israphel's power.
They had been horrified and obviously displeased.
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
Death"Do you fear death?"Death in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Confessions of a Broken HeartCan you hear me?Confessions of a Broken Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear my screams?
Can you hear my cries?
Can you hear me telling you
I miss you?
I love you?
I care about you?
No, I guess you can't.
You never do.
Love So SweetYou make me laughLove So Sweet in Free Verse More Like This
You make me cry
You make me happy
You make me sad
You make me mad
You make me so many things
but most all...
You make me feel loved
Rose-Coloured GlassesI'm more affectedRose-Coloured Glasses in Free Verse More Like This
than I lead everyone to believe.
If I act like I don't care
I can brush everything off
as if nothing is happening.
I can feel positive.
I can go on with my life
without being reminded of
the horror of it all.
I won't have to face the sympathy
and the pity of others.
I won't have to face it,
But the truth is
I'm tearing myself apart inside.
PerfectDon't listen to anyonePerfect in Free Verse More Like This
Who says change who you are.
If they don't like you
they're not worth it.
I've been there.
Just the way you are.
When I FallSometimesWhen I Fall in Free Verse More Like This
all you have to work with
are the truth and
a handful of lies
Broken Yet Holding OnYou just don't get it do you?Broken Yet Holding On in Free Verse More Like This
The fact that I love you is a miracle...
I have next to no faith in males
all they've done is make me feel
horrible about myself.
There's a reason I always hesitate
to say I love you.
I'm afraid I'll mean it.
Overcoming Insecurities"I just don't understand."Overcoming Insecurities in Short Stories More Like This
"I just don't. There's no reason in the world for you to feel the way you do!"
"Why are you yelling at me? I can't control this!"
"You know you can. Now stop this nonsense. It's ridiculous."
"Niki... You're beautiful. How many times will I have to tell you that before you actually believe me?"
"Don't. Yes you are. And the whole undeserving of love thing. If there is one person that I think deserves to be loved more than anyone, it's you. You, Nikita."
"Why should I? I won't stop until you do. C'mon you know you're beautiful. I know you know. And just
because no one else can see just how wonderful you are it shouldn't give you any reason to think you don't deserve to be loved."
"You're not going to leave this alone are you?"
"No. I will tell you this every day until you believe me. I love you and I'm not going to continue letting
you think this.
NothingI miss himNothing in Free Verse More Like This
I miss being held by him
I miss the feeling of safety
I miss the feeling of being loved
the feeling that nothing in the world
could take him away from me.
UnexpectedSo I kinda,Unexpected in Free Verse More Like This
sorta like you
a lot more than
I had originally planned
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
Commission: Mental: RussiaXReaderName: Ivan BraginskiCommission: Mental: RussiaXReader in Romance More Like This
Symptoms: Violent tendencies, uncontrollable paranoia and rage, child-like actions and manipulations
You had been his doctor since the day he was checked into the hospital. Often he spent time staring at the wall, as if imagining something. He had attacked other orderlies to the point where they were hospitalized. He had nearly broken your arm once, but he stopped midway in his attack. He started crying, begging you for forgiveness as he hugged you close, and sobbing into your coat. The other doctors assumed you would be afraid of him but you weren't. You couldn't fear him. Somewhere along the line of meeting him, you had fallen for him. He was fierce, loyal and protective, but naïve, hopeless, helpless, hurt You sighed to yourself. No one had visited him. Friends would help his recovery tenfold but he apparently chased everyone away.
Ivan was always alone. He had terrified his friends, brutalized the guards, intimidated the other menta
Life Gone By: EnglandXReader"Lord Kirkland!" the nurse breathed, astounded, "What brings you here?"Life Gone By: EnglandXReader in Drama More Like This
The young aristocratic man stood in the doorway of the homey shack. He had found out about a former worker of his. After they had lost their job, they turned to the streets. You were his worker. You were that worker. You had two sons that you were taking care of. Now Arthur wasn't stupid. He knew what you were doing to put food on the table. You had been unjustly fired from his company as a scribe and had lost everything in the process. He had fired the manager who had fired you. He had replaced him with a fairer man and he feared he would be too late to save you for you were ill.
"I wish to see a patient whom I believe is under your care," Arthur explained, "Would you be so kind as to take me to __________?"
The nurse struggled to find her words for she was taken aback at the politeness of his words. Everyone who had ever spoken about Lord Kirkland saw him as a cruel man who cared only about money, yet here
The Glorified Babysitter Chapter 2: LokiXReaderIt was late and the storm was raging on. You couldn't sleep. Every roar of thunder, every crack of lightening staved off your sleep. You paused to stare up at the bruised, purple-black clouds inching their way menacingly across the sky like a slow and thick molasses, engulfing the once peaceful blue that was present during the day. The wind whipped outside. It was a violent storm. Fat drops of rain began to fall from the sky, landing with a machine gun-like rattle on the glass and everything in between. You sighed. It was your fourth week working for Stark. Since the incident a less than a week ago, Loki went back to ignoring you once more.The Glorified Babysitter Chapter 2: LokiXReader in Romance More Like This
Any thought of sleep was long lost when you heard a terrified moan. You got to your feet. No one else was on the floor but you and Loki and unless Tony wanted JARVIS to try to scare you then it had to be the liesmith. Then the moan became a terrified scream. You ran to Loki's room, fearing for him. When you opened the door you found Loki on his bed.
Missing Shield: Captain AmericaXReader"Hey, ___________, I was wondering Do you have my shield?"Missing Shield: Captain AmericaXReader in Romance More Like This
"Er No, why?"
You never took Captain America's shield unless you needed to shine it, normally for Public Relations meetings set up by you or by Pepper. If you did, you always told him and you always put it back. You had no reason to take his shield from him. You were just the regular human in Avenger's Tower, one of few given clearance to go to the upper levels where it housed the heroes. You were just in charge of making sure all of their needs were met. Tony had hired you to do that.
"I've been looking for it and no luck so far."
"Seriously? Steve, you never part with it. How'd you lose it?" you asked.
Uh-oh His Captain America voice You were in trouble. You smiled shyly. If he didn't find his shield soon you would have to deal with an angry Star Spangled Man. He and an angry Doctor Banner were the two things you really liked to avoid. Black Widow and Hawkeye were often away doing thing
Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader"Vati?"Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader in Humor More Like This
Ludwig opened his eyes, meeting your excited little eyes. He smiled to himself and sat up in bed. His hand went to your head as he patted it. He had recently adopted you. It was your first Christmas with the family. Needless to say, you were beside yourself in joy and bouncing with excitement. He had been nervous when adopting you but he felt very much reassured that you were as happy with the decision as he was. Now he just had to make sure this Christmas would be the best one you ever had.
"Why are there presents downstairs?" you asked.
"Saint Nicholas vas here. He gives gifts to good little boys and girls. The bad children get coal."
You giggled. He didn't understand what was so funny. Instead, you reached up and combed back his hair with your tiny fingers, like you had seen him do. A fond smile crossed his face as you waited patiently for him to get out of bed. He got up and put his robe on. Gilbert often said that Ludwig had you trained like a dog but Ludwig liked seeing i
Eye Candy: AmericaXReader"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Jones asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"Eye Candy: AmericaXReader in Romance More Like This
You bowed your head. You had been watching Alfred chop wood outside the window. She couldn't meet Mrs. Jones's eyes. How on earth do you go about telling another woman you were just ogling her son? It wouldn't go over well. You were starting to think deeply about your own family. Alfred's was tighter knit than yours. The woman in front you could be pushy but she wasn't demanding. Mrs. Jones expected honesty and hard work, but respected distance and personal issues. She hadn't forced you to talk at all that summer but she had put you and Alfred's other friends to work on the farm, probably taking advantage of having extra hands.
"I think… I'll go help Alfred chop some firewood…" you said evasively.
You walked out the door without another word. Alfred grinned and waved you over the moment he saw you. There was a second axe sitting by a stump at his side. You grabbed the second axe.
Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReaderAre you still mad at me? Antonio texted.Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReader in Romance More Like This
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
He smiled but it quickly came into confusion when he saw what you had sent. It was a part of a nursery rhyme. He wondered what it was that you wanted him to respond with. But he was happy that you were responding to him. It was a sign that you weren't as angry as he feared. He had feared that you were still angry with him. He had blown you off to spend some time with Gilbert and Francis when they came into town. So to play along with your little game, he responded to you with the next line of the rhyme.
How I wonder what you are?
Wish I could hit you with my car. you had texted back.
Antonio frowned. It seemed that you were still upset. He knew he messed up. He forgot your anniversary. On the other side of the phone, you were upset in your room. You would forgive the Spaniard. You always did. You just needed some time to cool off. He decided that he would do something extraordinarily nice for y
Magical Malady: CanadaXReaderYou could hear banging at your door. You frowned. It was five in the morning. You had spent all night getting the paperwork done from weeks of neglect because of a long meeting that drug out for too long with America. Your boss said you could have the day off if you managed that and yet someone was banging at your door in the god-forbidden hours of the morning early morning. You had just crawled into bed too. You were about to fall asleep when you were startled because of the noise. Now you would never fall asleep. You stumbled out of bed, grumbling softly to yourself. You couldn't turn someone away. It could be important. If something bad happened with the economy or something you had to fix it, but you couldn't sense anything wrong at the moment.Magical Malady: CanadaXReader in Romance More Like This
You opened the door and were pushed aside by however was outside. Instantly all traces of sleep left you. You jumped back, reaching blindly behind yourself, finding a candle stick to be used as a weapon against whoever was breaking in
Hunger: Vampire!CanadaXReaderYou froze. You could hear some whimpering sound down the alley. Naturally, your parents always told you not to go dark alleys at night. For the most part you listened but those were whimpers of pain. Someone was hurt. You could run off and pretend that you didn't hear anything, like the Bystander Effect, otherwise known as Genovese Syndrome said you would from your psych class. It meant that if someone was in danger or in trouble you would leave them. Or you could go and help, like your morals screamed for you to do. Should you fight what your body had been programmed to do or should you put yourself at risk to help someone who might be faking it to hurt you? A particularly pained whimper sent you down the alley. You pulled a flashlight out of your purse, wondering if you wouldn't regret this as you slowly walked into the alley, hoping you weren't heading into a trap by a serial killer or a robber.Hunger: Vampire!CanadaXReader in Romance More Like This
"H-Hello?" you stammered, "I-Is someone there? Are you okay?"
There was a particularly l
Plots and Plans: Male!PhilippinesXReader"Alfred, can I talk to you?"Plots and Plans: Male!PhilippinesXReader in Romance More Like This
Alfred looked up and saw Elizaveta another student from his year. The guys around him all gave wolf whistles when they saw her. She was, after all, one of the prettier and popular girls of school, yet she was not conceded about it. She hung out with everyone and anyone who offered her a smile, particularly you. Now, you had asked her a favor. Prom was coming up. You were far too nervous to ask yourself, but she was outgoing. So you pleaded your case to her, begging for her aid in this. She already had a date. She was going with Roderich her longtime boyfriend from the beginning of high school. They were already voted most likely to be high school sweethearts. You didn't doubt it either, because they truly were perfect together.
"Alone?" she asked when he didn't move.
"Sure," the boy shrugged.
Alfred got up, waving for his friends to go on to the cafeteria and that he would catch up later. Who actually wanted to go to the cafeteria for mystery