Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader)You smiled, playing with your fingers as you listened yet again to the reruns of Feliciano’s show. This particular one was about how he tried to learn how to dance, though his Japanese friend wasn’t that great of choice to be his dance-partner.Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader) in Romance More Like This
Humming along to Feli’s singing you wondered what it’d be like to dance. Well for that, you supposed, I’d have to be able to see. Or have someone I could trust no matter what.
“Bella!” You perked up and beamed as Feliciano’s footsteps entered the room. “How’ve you been bella?” His voice came closer to you when he hugged you tightly, smiling when you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Better now that you’re here!” You chirped, grinning at him. He smiled back and chuckled sheepishly as he heard himself talk on the radio again. “You’re listening to this old stuff again?”
Nodding vigorously, you giggled. “Of course! Also this one is good. The
Forever (LatviaXReader)You were in distress at the moment, searching high and low for your small friend. As Raivis really was quite small compared to the other boys he often got picked on and you simply couldn’t have that! You always managed to scare away the bullies by kicking their shins and growling at them.Forever (LatviaXReader) in Romance More Like This
And whilst that sort of thing works at primary school it starts losing its effectiveness at high school. Because the boys got taller than you regrettably. But that didn’t stop you from protecting your friend.
“Rai!” You called, skidding around the corner. A hiss escaped your lips as you saw the brunette on the floor, his stomach being brutally kicked. You advanced towards the group of louts. “Stop it. Now.”
Every word you said was made more menacing as you cracked your knuckles. The punks raised their eyebrows and sauntered over to you. “Does the big girl want to play?” They took hold of your wrist bringing it above your head.
“I think she does.
Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader)You sighed, swigging the rest of your drink and setting the empty glass back on the shiny counter. After handing over a fiver for your beverage, you turned and made your disappointed way to the exit.Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader) in Romance More Like This
Another night, a stiffer drink. Sadly your life had little to offer besides work and hangovers, which left you feeling cold and lonely.
You walked as if in a daze, a loud smack echoing in your dull ears, followed by a thud and the sensation of hitting the ground.
Blinking, you realised someone was on top of you. He winced and his green eyes pierced yours. "Well hi there." He said, accompanied by a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I can't believe you're still flirting! That's the reason you're on the floor, Dutchy!"
The man on your stomach growled, sighing as he sat up. He sat cross-legged on the floor as he scratched his neck. "Look I get the idea. Can't we just forgive and forget?" He asked jovially.
His blond hair was very spiked up you noted, along with the blush on his cheeks. Jup,
Coming home (IcelandXReader)You sighed heavily, staring out of the train window. The whiteness that covered the land was stunningly beautiful and yet it was annoying you to no end. Because of the snow, your train had been heavily delayed. As such, you couldn’t meet your Iceland boyfriend at the time you’d said. Even though you’d texted him to tell him to get somewhere warm whilst he waited for you, he’d refused.Coming home (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
At first you’d told him just to go home without you and you’d get home somehow. He’d adamantly told you ‘no’ as ‘it was his job to get you home safely’. And now he was even waiting for you on the platform!
He said he didn’t want to chance missing you in any way. Agitatedly, you chewed on your lip. The book you’d bought was lying open on your lap, but you could scarcely concentrate on it, as entertaining as The Hobbit was. You were just too worked up and worried about Emil.
Then again, maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to dr
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader) in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
A football shirt (SH series)A football shirt (SH series) in Romance More Like This
.... a red football shirt. Picking it up, you turned it over to see the name. Fernández Carriedo huh? You thought, recalling that name from somewhere. But where..... Then it hit you. The star football player! Of course!
Well, there was no way you were putting that shirt down now! You clung to it, grinning widely. You didn't even know why you hadn't immediately recognized that name, I mean, he was only one of the best football players at the moment, not to mention he was incredible handsome and charismatic.
That's what the cameras showed you anyway, who knows? You pondered, maybe he's an arrogant, antisocial bastard most of the time and he puts on a smile, an adorable one at that in front of everyone.
Whilst you mused on this food for thought, you skimmed the rest of the tables. Conclusion, nothing interesting there. So you proceeded to the counter and bought the shirt eagerly. Even the cashier shot you a look of pure jealousy.
Grinning widely you skipped to t
Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader)The tiny sound of the bell ringing filled the silence. You stepped through the grimy door, your eyes widening at the cornucopia of books that stretched across the room. Stacks of books were in each and every corner of the little shop, tables overflowing with them. Shelves went all the up to the ceiling, books of all shapes and sizes adorning them.Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader) in Romance More Like This
This was the sort of place you were looking for, the quiet type of paradise that until now had eluded you. Except, the place was filthy.
Dust cloaked the wooden shelves, hell even the air was thick with it. You had to watch your feet carefully, to make sure your nose wouldn't meet the floor anytime soon.
"Hello?" You said, scanning the room for a sentient life form. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" Your voice got louder as you tried again. After managing to stumble closer to the only table with a cash machine, you rang the bell that was settled on the desk.
A groan emitted from behind the doorway, which was covered by strands of fabric, in an a
Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader)You hummed to yourself as you wiped down one of the tables in the food hall. As you were a volunteer you had to pretty much do as you were told, but you were acquainted with one of the main organisers, you did have a bit of a say in things.Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Adnan! Put some light into it!” You called at the teen who glowered at you. You were about the same age, and that put him off even more when he had to take orders from you. Growling, he rolled his sleeves up a bit more, his hood still covering most of his face.
He was one of the problem kids you’d met and unfortunately you’d been chosen as his supervisor. Which meant you had to stick with him most of the time. Sadik thought you to be a nuisance at first, but soon realised that you had no choice in the matter.
Slowly he was warming up to you, it was hard not to. He was a teenage boy after all and he couldn’t really complain when a pretty girl hung around him. In fact, at times, the two of you had really quite good conve
A stuffed chick (SH series)A stuffed chick (SH series) in Romance More Like This
... an adorable stuffed chick. You ran over to it and pounced on it. Good lord it was adorable! You snuggled into it, grinning like a moron. When you held it up, a piece of cloth around it unfolded and you saw it was a black and white flag tied round the neck of the chick.
Aww, it looked like it had a cape! That settles it! You clung onto the stuffed animal as if your life depended on it for the rest of the time. You didn't find anything else though so you bounced over to the counter and paid for it.
You hugged it as you walked towards the exit when a guy stopped in front of you. He was doubled over and out of breath, so you wondered if he was okay. "Hey are you alright?" You touched his shoulder lightly.
He immediately straightened up with flair and struck a pose. "Of course I'm alright! I'm too awesome not to be!" "Erm okay..."
"Anyways fraulein, zhat bird of yours, vell I vant it back." You clutched it closer to you. "Why?! It's mine!" He sighed. "Look, I didn't mean for it to go on
Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader)You sighed, scratching your neck as you carried on conjugating the verb that was set. Your music playing in your ears, you rubbed the bridge of your nose.Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
Dropping your pen you leaned back. After checking your watch you decided now would be a good time for a break. Suddenly you felt arms around you and you jumped as someone blew air into your exposed neck.
“Heya.” You should’ve known.
“Mathias, what are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head back so you were able to his blue eyes twinkling down at you in mirth. “Just felt like being a creep.” He kissed your upside-down lips happily and sat down next to you at the desk you’d claimed. “What are you doing?” He asked, wincing when the librarian shushed him.
“I was studying.” You answered, one of your earphones out of your ear so you could hear him. He frowned. “What, again?” You raised your eyebrow at him and snorted. “Well one of us has to.”
Mrs Mcrady and Mr PeabodyMrs. Mcrady was secretly a murderer. "As you are in your heart, so you are in truth," and nothing enthralled her grandmotherly heart so much as the notion of doing off with Mr. Peabody, the family chicken.Mrs Mcrady and Mr Peabody in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr. Peabody was, technically, a Miss, but just try to convince a set of four-year olds to change a name. Little minds can be the most determined. And once they become a set of five-year olds and continue to seven-year olds...old habits die harder than a smugly vengeful red hen.
From the moment Mrs. Mcrady stole Mr. Peabody's first egg, enmity flourished. Unlike other chickens who drop their eggs thither and yon with no more thought than molting, Mr. Peabody took a certain pride in ownership. The eggs would never hatch - there being no rooster to coax things together - but that did not matter. Those eggs did NOT belong to Mrs. Mcrady!
So it was not quite the innocent mistake it seemed when Mrs. Mcrady's best shawl was f
How I was BornTake a muddy handful of dreamsHow I was Born in Free Verse More Like This
and mold them into bones.
Tie them together with sinews of love
taken from roots underground.
For nerves take fine spider-silk
and lay it with the muscles
which were formed out of tireless hope.
Cover them all with heartwood
letting the inside of trees
be the outside of me.
Robin's eggs make fine eyes
full of hopeful happy light blue skies
And river reeds for tangled hair.
Color my lips with cranberries
And lastly: a breath of poetry
to awaken me and serve as my soul.
To My ParentsListen with your heart when I speakTo My Parents in Free Verse More Like This
since your minds do not acknowledge me.
I am not a servant.
I am not a security blanket.
I am your daughter.
Respect my decisions,
Stop poking and prying them apart!
I am an adult
only living with you from necessity
(mine, not yours.)
The day is fast approaching
My final morning under your roof
So mind how you speak and treat me
that our parting may be bittersweet
and not my decadent escape.
Stabbington - 7One glance was all he needed for it to be obvious the kid was dead.Stabbington - 7 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He hit the stairs running, clearing up to three at a go. He slammed the door open and lodged the handle in the wall.
"Grab and go. He knows we're here."
Faye didn't have time to look surprised Caleb was already shoving her to action. They were out the door and down the street when she could finally ask, "Where are we GOING?"
"Safe place," said one brother.
"But the truck's gone!"
"Don't need it," said the other.
A buddy down at the mechanic's hauled them and both dogs to a ranch with more than its fair share of windmills. "Hey Jack! Need a favor. Gotta hit up the hunting lodge. Would you drop the five of us at Lone Canyon?"
The grizzled man on the porch looked up over his pipe. He eyed Faye a moment and then directed his gaze to the men.
"Mostly. On our end, anyhow."
Jack sighed. "As good a
Daddy, Would You Love Me?Daddy, would you love meDaddy, Would You Love Me? in Free Verse More Like This
if I didn't follow your rules?
if I did things you didn't like?
if I was with people you disapproved of?
Daddy, would you love me
if I disagreed with what you say?
if I looked for more freedom?
if I said I was tired of being responsible?
Even though I'm adult
Even though I'm tired of perfection
Even though I choose things that will someday hurt,
Even though all that and more,
Daddy, I still love you.
I want to say I'm sorryI want to say I'm sorry,I want to say I'm sorry in Free Verse More Like This
in a way you'd understand,
for not being who we wanted me to be.
I'm not a falcon or a hawk
to be oohed and aahed over.
Proud, ambitious, high-flying, fierce.
I'm no longer one to come at a call
The sky is not my home
nor raptor's cries the words I speak.
I'm going to the lake for now
with feathers black and white
and a cry of haunting madness.
Someday you'll understand, I hope.
I'm a loon, not a fierce hunter.
Until then, forgive me
that the only way to spread my wings
was to strike you across the face.
Water LullabyRiver rolling down and deepWater Lullaby in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
water murmurs me to sleep
I'm here at night beside the stream
so hushabye, it's time to dream.
La Llorona stalks the waters
seeking for lost sons and daughters
I'm safe from her, a child no more
but what of the nixie on the shore?
What of the kelpie, cunning and grim?
Is a woman safe from them?
Hushabye, I won't cry
the water is my lullaby
Water, carry them away
I'm a naiad, and I say
for my dreams to pool and pour
me full of power forevermore
River rolling down and deep
water whispers in my sleep
I smile to myself, for few
know that I am dangerous too.
My DragonThe dragon in my bellyMy Dragon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wraps its claws around my heart
and every pulse is agony
but the dying never starts.
The snake-like neck moves up my spine
the body's coiled and at rest,
but scales and claws catch and tear
spilling blood within my chest.
The crimson flow as bright as fire
seeps from every gash.
The dragon laps it up as fuel
tongue strikes me like a lash.
Did ever such a parasite
hold sway upon its host?
I loathe the dragon and the pain
but I hate myself the most.
Each whispered word that slithers
into my weary brain
has the sound of my own voice
in ceaseless soft refrain.
Out goes blood and in come lies
like poison to my soul.
The dragon has its residence
together we are whole.
I will not be that dragon
of anger and despair
but the battle never pauses
because the dragon's always there.
One of us will die someday
I pray it isn't me
to let a dragon wander loose
where my self used to be.
Perhaps we'll die together
as enemies sometimes end
As long as I do not lose
that means that I
Excerpt, part 3He watched her as he ate his own serving of food. Caleb wandered in from whatever he'd done outside and joined them. The dogs plopped themselves in the doorways and stretched out. Room to walk vanished almost immediately. When it became obvious Winter more interested in the dogs and her breakfast than anything else, Caleb spoke up.Excerpt, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Last night was interesting."
Winter paused mid-chew. She finished the bite and a swallow of water before answering. "You could call it that."
"What do I call it when a woman leaves her shirt behind?"
They had rescued her, she was wearing their clothes and eating their food, but how much information did she owe them? It was debatable. Yet being curt and plain-spoken men themselves they did not hesitate when someone tried the same trick.
"Is that you telling us to stay out?"
"Depends on how much trouble you want, I guess."
Caleb leaned back with his hands behind
Ghost of a ButterflyMy ghost is always with me. I can't escape her and sometimes I don't want to. I'm not sure what to call her. Do we even have a word for something wonderful that was thrown away?Ghost of a Butterfly in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair is so beautiful; princess-hair as my mom would say. It's so fine and light it floats in the slightest wind. It can be a pain to brush out but that's ok. She's worth it and she looks so pretty with it waving about her face. We try to keep it out of her eyes with barrettes and it usually works. The only ones she'll use are shaped like butterflies. The yellow ones are her favorite.
"I'm going to be the number one butterfly catcher-keeper!" She says that a lot. When I go to the park she always takes off after butterflies and even moths. But no matter how many butterflies there are she never leaves my sight. We're bound together forever.
Some people claim they'l
barcelona is burningi owe you an apology-barcelona is burning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
the sickness of breathing emptinesstoday:the sickness of breathing emptiness in Free Verse More Like This
and my god, there's no way to pretty that up. pain is not beautiful, it is painful. use your common sense. there is no glory in suffering, there is no sparkle to sacrifice. hurt is hurt is hurt. and you can't take it for someone else, no matter how hard you try.
what i hate is that you're leaving. like, a thousand miles away worth of leaving. and don't tell me that distance means nothing to the heart, because it does: enough to make you break me before you kill me. honestly, i wonder which is worse. honestly, i'd probably rather you kill me because i've broken enough times that i don't have much left to break.
what i hate more is that i love you. i have fought harder against it than i've fought against anything else in my life, i fucking swear to god. i didn't even consider that i could love you for months. an
i don't have the heart to call it summer lovewe drank sparkling wateri don't have the heart to call it summer love in Free Verse More Like This
with the sun stripping us down
to our barest elements.
we were the wind,
two hearts in the air,
unanchored and set at sea.
you would wear your hat
loosely like a ribbon
of air on the top of your head,
and smile with your whole face;
you would imagine what i looked like
in only my underwear
until the next hour when your
your hands becoming excavation
shovels, revelling in discovery-
i had liked you best
when you were naked
on my bed,
head between your knees
as you caught your breath.
this was the last time
i felt good about you,
the last that it was safe
to sink myself into your arms.
i have realised this:
i love you,
but that is not enough.
i'll just embrace
the new space
put between us,
and all one thousand miles
that act like a membrane
between two fluids,
wanting little more
than to mesh
it fails to end me,
the paining i feel,
in my chest,
but i am unsure
sent out to sea,
went down in
i take anxiety medication for recreationit's about timei take anxiety medication for recreation in Free Verse More Like This
to write a story
about a failed
of the heart, or
of the skin, or
of the mind-
the plot line would
enumerate the ways
in which the girl
with theories and hypotheticals,
what-ifs and maybes;
worst of all are
the girl would never
tell you, the audience,
you, the reader,
you the listener
(you, asleep in your seat,
you, failing to read between the lines,
you, hands over your ears)
any of this.
she would not even pretend
that there was a struggle,
internal seeking desperately
to make it out,
and would leave
able to sleep softly
like a harp's breeze,
as you pressed distance
between the two of you
like petals in pages.
the fault, for clarity,
she blames you for nothing,
not even the discomfort
and shaky movements
covering your sparse moments.
will forever tell her a
it was not you who shook
the foundation of
this, she swears on
memoriamthe louder i wish i were,memoriam in Free Verse More Like This
the quieter my whispers slip
silenced footfalls in mildewed grass
i am on my knees
and i am whispering sweet words
sweet like grapes and honey
into your scarred ears
oh, hear me, will you?
oh, touch me
the feel of your fingers
fading frictionlessly over my
daddy long legs in the window
crying for remembrance
the rainy days are fog patterns
on steamed glass
if only we lived in the notch
of a belt, the eye of the
and clung like widows
to each others' bones
echolaliayou were the taste of something sweetecholalia in Free Verse More Like This
with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longing
and echolalia in me
as i utter the moans of
the single wolf
aching on the cliffs.
no amount of midnight,
nor any number of stars,
can take me out of the headlights
i walked toward the cars.
i do not know
how to live with you
as much as i do not know
how to live without you;
i am dead,
buried in the earth,
because knowing you
has rendered me
when you're not as much human as you are monsterevery human died. i'm still here.when you're not as much human as you are monster in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
schadenfreudei found loveschadenfreude in Free Verse More Like This
in your bone structure,
with your soul worn across your lips.
you remind me of the sunshine
i lost in the circles
i left behind
to find someone an ocean
i am here,
watching the birds take flight
from the edges of your mouth,
watching their wings curl
with every word
strained with an accent
owned by my ancestors
born on ships.
i want you to tell me again
about the times
you found a purity in his eyes,
the blank skin upon which
they were set like jewels
and those when
you grinned cheekily
when i told you how
you really were.
i find myself wishing,
which brings paperweights
to my ankles as i
swim the seas,
that the water in which
i am sinking
would part for the benefit
of my heart;
that your contagion
would not touch me;
IcelandxReaderxNorway Emil Steilsson. Sophomore in World Academy. 16 years old, born on June 17th. Silver haired and violet-eyed. At first glance, he seems like a rather cold-hearted person but can be sincere and kind.IcelandxReaderxNorway in Romance More Like This
Lukas Bondevik. Senior at World Academy. 17 years old, birthdate yet to be confirmed. Platinum blond hair and dull blue eyes. A rather mysterious character who rarely shows expression or speaks.
Half-brothers. Lukas' father passed on at a young age leaving him and his mother alone. Mother remarried to an Icelandic man which resulted in Emil. The two argue constantly on simple matters but they seem to care deeply for each other.
Pressing your face in your textbook, you sighed. The three of you were in the library studying when Emil and Lukas decided they needed to begin one of their famous 'brother' arguments.
"I won't say it..."
Bringing your head u
GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' The German man looked around, only seeing white surround him. The sky was grey and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. As he walked, he could hear the snow crunch beneath his combat boots of black.GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' in Romance More Like This
Up ahead, he spotted a figure laying on the ground. Seeing some chance to not be alone, he rushed through the snow, the familiar weight of all his military-grade equipment and clothing on top of him.
He began to make out who it was as he came nearer and by the time he was in front of the figure, he was collapsing to his knees. A beautiful young woman, the country of (country name) laying strewn on the ground.
From her mouth which hung agape trickled a fresh stream of blood. Her uniform was torn by bullets and some sort of sharp object that was used to stab at her. Most of her beautiful (h/c) hair was chopped of and beneath her in the reddened snow. What hurt him most was her beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into the distance with no trace of life within, looki
Nekotalia!GreecexHuman!Reader "I don't need a man Hercules." You muttered to your lazy-as-hell cat as he jumped up beside you on the couch and meowed softly. A smile came upon your lips as he crawled onto your stomach and fell lazily to his side.Nekotalia!GreecexHuman!Reader in Romance More Like This
"You lazy fatass..." You smiled as he ignored your empty words and continued to relax himself. He was a long-hair, really fluffy and warm when he snuggled to you like this.
Wrapping your arms around him, you sighed contently. It was raining outside, nothing on TV was even mildly entertaining. Shutting the television off, you snuggled closer to him.
He moved to rest at the crook of your neck, purring and wafting his fluffy grey and white tail right in your face. Still, he was such a sweet cat despite everything he did that annoyed you.
It was actually a day like this when you found little Hercules.
The rain was pouring on the umbrella over your head as you walked down the empty str
DenmarkxReader: All Gone Wrong Today was the perfect day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was actually warm out and your Danish friend and crush was on his way to the park fountain to meet you.DenmarkxReader: All Gone Wrong in Romance More Like This
Currently, you were sitting on the cool marble with your fingers in the cold water, waiting patiently. Today you were going to muster up the courage to tell him how you truly felt.
"Hey ________!" Standing up, you were able to see the Dane shoving through the crowd to get to you, a smile on his face per usual. You opened your arms, allowing him to hug you tightly.
You let out a low laugh, all the air already knocked from your lungs. "I-It's nice to see you too Mathias..." He released his hold on you, bringing you to your feet,"You seem really happy today."
"Of course I am!" He stated enthusiastically, taking your hand and spinning you as if dancing. "I get to hang out with you all day! We haven't had time to chill in awhile, huh?"
"I-I guess not..." A blush spread acr
GermanyxReader: Spring Afternoon It was a warm afternoon, warmer than it has been, giving the air a Springy feel to it. Walking around the corner, you spotted the house you sought and quickly rushed up to the door, knocking loudly against it. "Luddy! Hey Luddy!"GermanyxReader: Spring Afternoon in Romance More Like This
Something suddenly rushed at you from the corner of your eye and knocked you over. Your head hit hard against the concrete and within seconds, you were being climbed over by three different dogs; two of which were rather large.
Smiling, you began stroking their fur,"hey you guys! Long time no see! Why are you all outside though?"
"______________?" Looking up, you met a pair or crystal blue eyes. "What are you doing here so early?"
Shoving the Hovawart's snout out of your face, you smiled and tried getting up, unsteadily falling forwards. The German quickly took you in his arms, helping balance you. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Nah, I'm fine." You said, ignoring the pain in the back of your head with a flat lie. "What a
CanadaxReader: Violence on the Ice "I'm glad you agreed to play hockey with me today __________." The Canadian smiled as you walked towards the rink. "Not a lot of people actually like to play with me so I haven't actually done this in awhile."CanadaxReader: Violence on the Ice in Romance More Like This
You smiled, unknowing as to why no one would play with him. Mattie was a sweet boy and you quickly assumed that a nice, easy game of hockey would benefit your friendship.
How very wrong you'd be proven to be.
Going on the ice, you felt something slip uneasily. There was no one else there, two goals set up on either side. But when Matthew stepped on the ice and looked towards you, a chill went up your spine.
Both of you skated to the middle of the rink, the puck between the two of you. The second you started, Matthew literally threw you off balance and quickly brought the puck down to score.
Shakily, you brought yourself back up to face him. "Not in my rink you're not." Now you were completely frozen. "Don't mess with me."
Shortly after, y
CielxReader: Pt 3 As you stepped into your manor, you were met with your father's cold gaze,"What did Ciel want of you today my lady?"CielxReader: Pt 3 in Romance More Like This
"Don't play stupid..." You muttered, following him deeper into the house. "Well then, have at it. Take my soul so that I can just leave this terrible nightmare of a life I live."
"Alas, I cannot-"
A red spot the size of your hand began to glow on your father's cheek. "Ciel knows. Sebastian knows. I want this human soul gone so I can go away!"
"Go away?" He said softly, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. "My lady, I cannot take your soul until I have ensured that you are as happy as you could possibly be. And that won't happen until..."
"My wedding day..." You finished, sighing heavily. "You're not going to be satisfied until my dress of white has been dyed scarlet, are you?"
"Of course not." He stated simply, putting his right hand to your right shoulder. He brought himself closer, his hand going unde
GermanyxReaderxIreland One thing that always seemed to take you off-guard was the close relation to your two friends, Ludwig Beildschmidt and Seamus Kirkland. You knew that Seamus' younger brother, Arthur, and Ludwig couldn't be considered anything close to friends.GermanyxReaderxIreland in Romance More Like This
Second, those two barely had anything in common. Seamus was a carefree, happy-go-lucky Irishman. Ludwig was a strict, drill-sergeant type German man.
On many occasions, you believed it was the beer. Yes, both men could undoubtably drink pints of the amber alcohol and be able to hold it down rather well. Although, when a meeting was held at either's country, they'd end up at the bar, occasionally with their siblings.
And guess which lovely little nation did the bars or pubs usually call?
Yes, since you were a close friend and ally to both nations (meaning Germany and Ireland), you were often called at ridiculous hours of the night (maybe even at daybreak) to come collect them.
LatviaxReader: I Missed You You ran into your home, sobbing as the door shut loudly behind you. Your big brother, Russia, was away on business, leaving you alone with the Baltic countries. Although it looked as though you needed your brother more at the moment.LatviaxReader: I Missed You in Romance More Like This
By the looks of it, someone had been pulling your long (h/c) hair; it was all tossed and messy. Your face and knees were covered in dirt and bloodied and your clothes were now torn and covered in dirt.
The smallest Baltic nation, Latvia, poked his head from around the corner to see your small form shaking and near collapsing. Quickly going to you, he caught your body right as your knees crumpled, causing you to fall.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and began trying to calm you down. "T-Toris! E-Eduard...! C-Can either of you spare a few minutes...!?"
The other two nations appeared hearing the smaller one's cried for help and quickly noticed you crying. The Lith
EnglandxReader: Indian Summer You were bored, bored beyond belief. You sighed in exasperation. You have been connecting the dots on the ceiling, not with a pen mind you, to create images. Sure you could have gone outside but your mom was trying to make you garden and at the moment, you didn't want to be elbow deep in earthworms and mud. Who on earth thought it was a good idea to start gardening a day after it rained and the earth was still damp? You shook your head, trying to imagine what your crush was doing but then you heard your phone ring. Your heart skipped a beat. Your crush was calling you - it was...EnglandxReader: Indian Summer in Romance More Like This
You breathed excitedly, going from laying down, to sitting upright in excitement,"Artie! I haven't heard from you in forever!"
"I told you to stop calling me 'Artie'..." He mumbled in complaint before continuing,"Listen ___________, I-I was wondering...it's rather lovely outside today and...y-you know...maybe we can go out for a-a stroll in the park...?"
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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A Time ParadoxA Time ParadoxA Time Paradox in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the music breathe
life into you
Always fighting tears
voice shining clean and
You choke back emotion
swift strumming of chords
soft and smooth
hovering before the
Your life happens here
existing only for the moment
you give yourself away
My smile is sad
Somewhere in time
falls for you
I Could Save YouIt was the third day.I Could Save You in Horror More Like This
Wed been locked inside the small room for that long. I couldnt remember the last time I slept. I couldnt sleep anymore. Not when the zombie apocalypse was a real thing, instead of something that only happened in my dreams.
There had been a few scares - dull moans of rotting vocal chords, rough scrapes of flesh against cement, and the incessant banging of dead tissue against steel that happened the night before. Or was it the night before that? There was a physical sense of time, with the old mans watch still ticking away, but no mental sense of time. Minutes were hours, days were seconds. And who knew how long that watch would keep ticking?
Of course, all those scares had been solved with a quick opening of the door and a few blasts from a shotgun. How many shells were left? I stopped counting.
I sat in front of the door, next to the young man that had helped us all to safety. The door was barricaded of course, but how long could a rusty me
Hiding FromHiding FromHiding From in Free Verse More Like This
There are so many places to go,
but today Ill hide in a song.
Let the lyrics be blood
rushing through each vein,
ringing true in both my head
and my heart.
Let the beat slide neatly into
place, a pulse to push me
Ill move to the melody,
animate my lifeless corpse,
nerves twitching with delight.
My soul knows that
I may not be able to breathe
deep in harmonies and chords.
But today I hide here.
I pretend that life is as simple
as a solitary song.
The Spaces BetweenThe Spaces BetweenThe Spaces Between in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing this one for you.
Imagine the process:
Letters forming syllabic devotion,
words stringing sentences along.
Walls surround every thought,
and with each passing line break,
I try not to crumble.
These are the words you'll never see.
We are an anomaly
beset by drunken forgiveness.
In the wake of our passing
my only concern is
that I was enough for you.
A breath, and hesitation answers.
I'm tired of dwelling on
what is, what could have been.
Our pain lurks in the shadows
that our bodies leave behind.
Evidence of a relationship
Someday we'll look back and laugh.
Eye of the StormEye of the StormEye of the Storm in Free Verse More Like This
This isn't a monsoon.
Just a gentle rise and fall,
a sweet surrender
to the will of clouds
who simply burst at their
A slow breath, in and out,
in time with the rain.
A momentary lapse of reason
hidden inside this bliss.
EnoughEnoughEnough in Free Verse More Like This
Wandering the chambers of my heart,
I stumble from corridor
to dead end. I'm lost
in a labyrinth of emotion, time,
all that we've gained
At each high-rising wall,
I meet your gaze. The same face,
a different person underneath.
One is crying. One threatens
to end my life. One says
I run round and round in a sea
of familiar stares, each facet,
each façade chasing me down.
While blind logic leads the way,
I find a version of you
that has forgotten me.
It is here that I stop,
because I simply cannot bear
the sight. It is me, I say,
a friend. You turn, open a door,
and point out my escape.
knowing it is the only way.
The answer lies
in erasing the memories.
The Best MorningIt wasnt the first time we had slept in the same bed. We had spent countless nights on his twin-sized bed in his old apartment, cramped and clinging to one another so one of us wouldnt fall to the floor in the middle of the night.The Best Morning in Short Stories More Like This
Our first real purchase as a couple was a queen-sized mattress. We were too poor to afford a frame, so it simply laid on top of a box spring on the floor. I had put brand new red cotton sheets on it, and it had been there waiting for us once night came.
That morning, I woke up and rolled over to find him soundly sleeping. For a few minutes, all I could do was just stare in amazement. This morning, this bed, this apartment meant so many things to me. It was the beginning of our life. We were no longer separated by hers and his. Everything was now ours.
I put my arm around his sleeping form, which made him stir. He was always a light sleeper. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back, moving closer. He mumbled, Good morning, in
Kill the MessengerKill the MessengerKill the Messenger in Free Verse More Like This
I come before you
and it grieves me to say
that I am a victim of
my own empathy.
Whether I am next to you
or a few states over
I can feel the grief and pain
stretching across the miles
or maybe just minutes.
Or am I mistaking your pain
for my own?
It is hard to tell the
I ignore the scattered pieces
of my own life because
it is easier trying to fix
someone elses heart,
than it is fixing my own.
Sometimes things that break
cannot be fixed.
But I spout words of
maybe even wisdom
to those around me
to hide the fact that I
am not the person everyone
thinks. I am a fraud, a sham,
someone who tried to be
all she could be, and failed.
But I can still hope that my
meddling will be pivotal,
that it will be, as they say,
the turning of the tide.
But you know what hope is?
Someone else said it,
but hope is a bastard.
To Hear the Bells in BostonTo Hear the Bells in BostonTo Hear the Bells in Boston in Free Verse More Like This
I try to remember what
it felt like,
lying next to you.
Sometimes I believe
it was always a dream.
But the ache is real,
so something about
had to be too.
When I sleep, I wonder
if the sunrise looks the same,
if you wake and remember,
if the memory of me,
fills you and empties you.
And I wonder if you
whisper three words
to the dawn, and imagine
I can hear you over the bells,
and across the miles.
Before I GoBefore I GoBefore I Go in Free Verse More Like This
"We can't do this anymore."
I felt my heart begin to sob
as my brain forced the words out
of my mouth.
That was all you could say,
really. We laid there together,
still clinging to one another.
I apologized for my shaky breath,
the way I had buried my face in
"It'll be alright."
You held me as we kissed
one last time.
A slow, delicate burn.
This time I'm serious.
Wolf Legend - Part III3. RabekaWolf Legend - Part III in Fantasy More Like This
As time went on, Rabeka started to remind Andrew more of himself. She would avoiding talking to people, stay very quiet, and was anxious to leave for lunch and home at the end of the day. It was beginning to annoy him because he never got the chance to talk to her. No wonder people are annoyed by me, he laughed.
Rabeka picked up her job very quickly. Other than a simple training, Andrew hardly ever had contact with her. She didn't use the phone as much as the other employees. She was either too shy or self-conscience of her own voice; she didn't communicate well. And even when she did talk, most calls were straight forward and to the point which gained her a lot of success; she unfortunately ended up bearing the brunt of several nasty costumers to start out her work experience. It stressed her out a lot.
Today was the worst so far. Rabeka had her hands on her face. Andrew could hear the angry costumer on the other line, getting more and more agitated as time
Wolf Legend - Part XVIII18. The Escape (part two)Wolf Legend - Part XVIII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faster Alex ran, the more Andrew pushed harder, with long strides on all fours. His long powerful claws effortlessly digging into the tile and wood floors. His muscles working overtime, pushing past the pain of his sudden and rather abnormal recovery from being poisoned.
Keeping up was easy. Alex may have appeared to be bigger and stronger looking, but running was Andrew's specialty. He had no problem keeping up with Alex. In fact, he was catching up, growing closer and attempting to snap at his hind legs frequently. However, despite being only inches behind, Alex seemed to have a solid knowledge of the area, switching paths on a dime and a settling deeper and deeper into the maze-like facility. This gave Alex the advantage, making it more difficult for Andrew to successfully catch him, despite his speed.
Both wolves panted and snarled loudly with each stride. Thankfully there were no other humans to witness the chaseyet. Andrew was sure Alex didn't
Wolf Legend - Part VIII8. RunningWolf Legend - Part VIII in Fantasy More Like This
A bullet hit Andrew in his lower right rib, but not deep enough to puncture his lungs. Rabeka screamed covering her mouth as Andrew buckled over in pain, but he stood his ground.
Mel lowered his gun, watching with pleasure as Andrew showed pain; grunting and breathing heavily.
Ouch, Andrew finally muttered, as he sucked in his gut, and stood up again, as if the pain didn't bother him anymore. He still felt pain, his eyes flaring bright yellow only for a moment as he tried to ignore it. Rabeka's hands lowered as she stared in shock. Luckily she could not see what was happening.
Blood soaked Andrew's shirt, trickling down his stomach and leg.
How? Mel managed to whisper, as he watched Andrew stand before him, unphased by the bullet.
Andrew felt his eyebrow rise as he grinned, showing a fang distend.
It's on, he whispered, letting out a low growl as he advanced towards Mel, who had already begun to back away. Mel's colleagues backe
Wolf Legend - Part XII12. SanctuaryWolf Legend - Part XII in Fantasy More Like This
"Where the hell are they?" Les asked. He anxiously reached for the cigarette tucked behind his ear.
"Beats me, Mel said they'd be back in about an hour, three hours ago," Carl said, picking up his newly dealt hand.
"Well, what else did he say?" Another man in the back asked, walking towards the poker table.
Les turned to face him.
"I don't know nothin', Destri. I'm just sayin' what Mel was sayin'," Carl said, rolling his eyes. Destri shrugged and sat down next to him, picking up his cards.
"Well you talked to him for a while, he had to say somethin'," Destri added.
Annoyed, Carl looked away from his cards. "Just that he had some problems."
"How could there possibly be a problem with Rabeka?" Carl laughed, lighting his cigarette. "She's a weak little thing. I can't imagine her putting up a fight."
"Eh, somethin' about a problem with her boyfriend," Carl mumbled.
"Boyfriend? Didn't know she had a hitter," Les laughed, examining his hand.
"It's your turn," Carl sa
Wolf Legend - Part VII7. ConflictionWolf Legend - Part VII in Fantasy More Like This
The loud booming music rang in Andrew's ears. It was loud even for being outside, but especially for a wolves' ears, which are very sensitive. Even dog whistles drive him nuts.
Andrew attempted to seem optimistic as they approached the doors, which were hidden behind two large bouncers. Andrew glared at one of them and they moved aside, allowing them in; both giving them dirty looks up and down. I could easily tear them apart, Andrew thought, smiling as he passed them. Even though they were twice his size, even in his current form he had more strength than they did. However he was grateful he wouldn't have to deal with them tonight.
Andrew's ears only continued to hurt as they walked through a hallway and into a massive round room. He peered over the dance floor, seeing nothing but a sea of sweaty bodies in movement. The sight reminded him of the dirty grease in his frying pan.
The music was provocative and erotic, only irritating him more the closer they approached the
Wolf Legend - Part XX20. Family ReunionWolf Legend - Part XX in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*some gore in here, just a heads up*
Andrew took heavy breaths as fear overwhelmed him. He trembled; Rabeka could barely hold him, firmly bracing herself against his chest. Too much of his past coming back to haunt him all at oncehe wasn't prepared for this.
Up until that point he thought that Alex had come alonesettling his own personal vendettaand never once thought the entire pack would leave their sanctuary in the mountains. A few, yes. He figured Stephan was obsessed enough with control that he would send out scouts to hunt him down.
Alex's howl to the pack continued loudly, shaking loose any remaining shards of stained glass that were left in the windows. Rabeka had no clue what was happening, eyes shooting back and forth between Andrew and Alex.
Sunlight barely shown through one side of building, gently flickering the light from the glass around the room like a disco-ball. Rachel found some momentary comfort in admiring its beauty.
Wolf Legend - Part XI11. AdorationWolf Legend - Part XI in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka stepped out of the warm shower to muffled music coming from downstairs. She stood silently to listen, then rolled her eyes at the style of the music; jazz.
She quickly dried herself and dressed, paying more attention to her hair and cursing at herself while examining her face; she had washed her make-up off in the shower. She pulled her hair up in a messy up-do, and searched everywhere in his cabinets for hairspray. She didn't expect to find any, but settled on an almost empty can of mousse instead.
After she was satisfied, she opened the door to the bathroom to smell of bacon. She smiled and bounced with happiness, despite the heavy jazz music being played.
Rabeka walked around the corner into the kitchen to find a peculiar sightAndrew dancing to his musickicking his feet in the air; flipping pancakes, and skatting with the current jazz solo.
Rabeka leaned against the wall, palming her face as Andrew got his groove on.
Suddenly Andrew spun full directi
Wolf Legend - Part V5. Battle PlanWolf Legend - Part V in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew woke up the next morning, feeling new circles underneath his eyes. He had been up all night thinking about what he saw, and the same thoughts once again flooded his mind as he lifted his head off his pillow. Rabeka is in trouble, he thought. I'm the only one who can do something about it. I'm the only one who can truly help her.
The more he thought about it, the more didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't get the voice of the man behind the doorthe twisted grindy tone of his voiceand the things he said to her out of his mind.
Money by Friday. What did he mean? What happens to her Friday if she doesn't have the money? That was two days away. Andrew felt he had some sort of responsibility for her life. I can't let this slide. Of course, this meant, if he were to intervene, she might see him for what he really was. Or if I am careful, she won't.
Andrew focused more on his exercises this morning. He wasn't sure
Wolf Legend - Part XVII17. The Escape (part one)Wolf Legend - Part XVII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*******DISCLAIMER: This chapter has some mild gore. Just a heads up. *******
Rabeka lay motionless in the cell. She had been banging on the door and crying for what seemed like a whole hour. Obviously at this point, there was no use in trying.
Andrew was now gone, and she was unsure if it was the last time she would ever see him. She went over in her head the things she wanted to tell him, things she didn't have the courage to say before, and the things she was glad to tell him before he was ripped from the cell. She was at least glad she at least had the chance to thank him for doing his best to protect her, but ultimately, the blame fell on her.
"I'm such an idiot," she whispered to herself, tears puddling up in her eyes. She hadn't the strength to lift her arm and wipe them away as they dripped down onto the cold, hard cement floor. She was fully prepared to die now, right then and there. She honestly hoped it would come quick, as it seemed there was no
Wolf Legend - Part XV15. Roads EndWolf Legend - Part XV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew pulled up to the office building. It was already very busy with traffic going every which way on the corner street. Large crowds of people lined up at each corner to cross. "Do you want to come in with me?" Andrew asked leaning over to Rabeka, who was just waking up from a light nap.
"No, I'm going to stay here and sleep," she said, in between a few yawns.
"You're OK with being by yourself?" he asked, surprised.
"There's too many people around for them to notice me. The mob isn't that stupid. I have my phone on me though."
"OK, have it ready to dial me if there's something wrong."
"I will," she said, leaning her seat all the way back and throwing her jacking over her face.
Andrew ran his hand down her hair. She'll be OK, he reassured himself.
He cut the engine and hopped out of his Mazda. The air was thick with traffic smoke, rather difficult to pick up on any smells, but he doubted anyone from the mob would be in such a crowded place, however, if they kne
DrownDrowning out my sorrows in music;Drown in Free Verse More Like This
The dark plaguing my thoughts as it steals from my sight.
Turn on the light...
Continuing the same routine that
Has stolen your soul.
Take a breath;
Close your eyes,
And pretend it never happened;
The guilt you hold piled high.
Release MeSilent through eyes awakened;Release Me in Free Verse More Like This
Mind gently saying "there's no more".
I stay buried right beside you,
Wishing to fall asleep.
At TwilightThe evening skyAt Twilight in Free Verse More Like This
timid blue to
reveal the holes it
in its skin
surreal to children's
The Mark of the AngelCarved into skin with hands of absolution;The Mark of the Angel in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot be anything else,
Chained to innocence like
A man to his greed.
Luminescent in the darkness, no halo to be found;
Obscured by the pelting rain.
It is this obstacle that has me wondering
If those are tears
Your small wings crumpled and worn,
Though you have yet to fly
Your pain is crying out like thunder,
Although you do not speak a word;
Silent in your resolve.
No one has to know...
You can manage on your own;
This burden that you carry a mere
For although you bear the Mark of an angel,
You have Fallen;
Cast from Heaven for a reason you do not know.
Hide and SeekCounting heartbeats,Hide and Seek in Free Verse More Like This
To not make a sound.
Praying in the dark
That you're not
F O U N D
Lonesome Winter DaysSnow fallingLonesome Winter Days in Free Verse More Like This
Like petals of a flower;
Pulled one by one.
"He loves me,
He loves me not."
And as the road outside is obscured, burying your footprints,
I find myself alone again.
Who knew that I would learn to love the snow,
When every snowflake reminds me of you?
Hands of SilenceCounting on misplaced fingers,Hands of Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Spread through regrets not spoken;
Those breaks that rip holes in your
Frayed Silence threads together your mind
As it bleeds trough the layer of sound,
Like the gentle flow of promises
As they spill from apologetic lips.
What You Left BehindI'm blinded by your hate,What You Left Behind in Free Verse More Like This
blinded by your pride,
blinded by your sweet naivety
And in your footprints grow the stems of betrayal;
in your absence the flowers of hatred;
in your shadow the melancholy of loneliness
as you claim to know what you need to know,
this cursed arrogance unfurling
like a Nation's banner.
So sing me your anthem,
whisper with bloodstained lips as
you partake in Sin;
cry the needed tears of loss and
choke on your own tongue
as it rolls back on your lies.
You couldn't outrun it this time, could you?
Time is a tricky thing
Life is a solemn thing
Death is an anticipated thing
was it worth it?
NightingaleSwoop down on silent wingsNightingale in Free Verse More Like This
And steal me from my sleep.
Paint the skies into night so you can escape
Oh, sweet Luscinia Megarhynchos,
Sing me your song and let me drift away
On your russet wings as you deliver me
To the waiting arms of
ChanceThe very idea accepted;Chance in Free Verse More Like This
Introduced by no such invitation.
A stranger to the quietness
behind ludicrous ideas.
Leaving the dim light.
A clarity in the night
Leaving the pair of you...
CharismaticCharismatic in Free Verse More Like This
The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention
Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams
Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again
To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors
Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher
They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky
Now once alive
Now lost forever
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
WanderWander in Free Verse More Like This
My steps fall in line
With that which I cannot see
An indivisible, incomprehensible
Line of the decisive ability
There are but simply
Two separate paths upon which
Where one step can go
And the other fall behind
But hidden beneath the roads
There are minuscule lines of faction
Flashing in and out
Creating a pause in the walk
They glare blatantly out
Declaring the directions
Of East, West, and South
My feet remain still in its whereabouts
A further impetus is all it takes
For what is now
Decide the fate
For I may never return again
As of late...
WhiteWhite in Free Verse More Like This
I am white
So hidden amongst the snow
A pale shadow
Like that you never know
A soft hardened layer
Of frosted over memories
Ceases to make this seem
And far beyond the reverie
I am simply cast aside
Awaiting to be deemed
Something no longer forgotten
And something to be freed
This ice bitter wind
Has me trapped against such
The blackened brick wall
Of which is never touched
This blurry hue awhile
Resurfaces storms of remorse
Of a white cold Christmas morn
ShimmerShimmer in Free Verse More Like This
The branches reflect off the sky
Like a soft layer of reverie
Refreshing, revitalizing, a new rain nears
And the clouds are no longer gray
Distant memories become purified
Making the reality almost too surreal
All shimmers of the bitter past
Oh, how I wish such things would last
Wandering through the core
Seeing a existence that I haven't known before
The true identity of myself
Mirroring back into my orbs
Thoughts twist around and around
A nearing truth never to be found
Oh, how I wish that I could comprehend
And see at last beyond the winding branches again
For it shimmers a brilliant light for a moment
Into the dear, only to fade away
A soft resistance
Yet to stay...
AloneI am left aloneAlone in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By solitude's black-stained wings
Breaking away hope
The Pessimist and the OptimistThe Pessimist and the Optimist in Free Verse More Like This
An opposite unlikely
Together, forever seen
Holding their hands tenderly
Unfolded in a reverie
One is a darker nature
Who sees the bitter side of things
Who can not discern the positive
But knows exactly what are kings
The other a sheltered hope
Who lives in a narrow world
Who chooses to disregard
The opinion to be hurled
With one or the other
They are the split of souls
A broken half to the other
Until forever never tolls
The skeptical deserves
Someone, a far cry away
From all he looks down upon
Beyond his haunted casement
A care-free spirit
Would lose her sense of direction
Without a map or sight to lead
Her thoughts, only another action
A shadow needs white to glow
Gold hearts become brighter with night
Separated, though unlike the other
...would be unable to endure the plight
Virulent ShredsVirulent Shreds in Free Verse More Like This
In that ravened norm
For in that cage
Will is a tainted soul
Hidden beneath that soul
There are many spirits
Of which to claim
Secrets, not of their own
They each are alike
With one part set aside
Buried deep in a darkness
That tries too hard to hide
They scrawl down all of such
The things they regret
The things they wished
...they didn't touch
Ink is set in stone
So far apart
They never know
Where underneath truly lies
A devil of a light
So harnessed in redemption
Of those lost hearts
That have become not
They can write
They can speak
They can say
All of the words...
But they may never have the pieces again...
ClaustrophobiaClaustrophobia in Free Verse More Like This
The still beating heart
Is encased in these bitter walls
These sheets of foreboding
Disposed in arranges of steel
It is deathly surrounded
All by the coldness of such
A reality that was never known
But dwells deep and takes over
It drives downward and downward
Secretly twisting its heart into mine
My heart beats and bursts
No regular sound to be heard
Its metal framing cracks a spread
A resulting shatter of thus
The overbearing and tormenting
Until my heart can not take it
Forever it shall be
Unframed in a claustrophobic matter
With no will nor strength
But a splintered dagger
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KEVIN: A Name PoemK Know, my friends, that you are specialKEVIN: A Name Poem in Free Verse More Like This
E Endowed with many gifts
V Various people will try to break you
I Ignore them and they will drift
N Now is your time
My facebook status 'till I dieRelationship: With Life.My facebook status 'till I die in Short Stories More Like This
Relationship status: It's complicated
The Fruit of Eros and PsycheThe Fruit of Eros and Psyche in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Love & Soul together created Pleasure
Swan EnchantressSwan Enchantress in Free Verse More Like This
Daughter of the Earth
Lady of the Water
Mistress of the Air
Summoner of Storms
Figure of Love & Loyalty,
Strength & Harmony
Blessed by Beauty
& Cursed for it
© Everlasting90 (Kevin Blake)
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I take what comes to me. I do not steal. Since the beginning, you can never seem to grasp the difference.
It doesn’t matter which word you choose. You cause me pain.
I am an end to pain. I end the pain of your children.
You end their life. You take some before they can even have a chance to live.
It is not my choice nor is it my fault. Your children are not immortal. Their bodies fade but their souls continue. I send them to where they belong. You know of this.
You are so full of darkness. I can barely see, let alone know what you do.
I see you. I see your beauty, your tragedy. Your love and your hate. I see all your colors. You are everything. I am nothing.
Nothing but an end.
If it wasn’t for me, the pain of your children would be perennial. I cut off the pain that your own children cause to their own kin. I don’t cause you pain. The pain is from you. I’ve seen it for a long time.
My Best Friend, My Love: A PoemMy Best Friend, My Love: A Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Who better to have my heart
than the one who knows me best?
We both have had romances and flings
but you are better than all the rest.
This love was the forbidden fruit
but we bit into it like Adam & Eve.
But now we're like Eros & Psyche.
From us, Eden has been conceived.
Funny how when we were kids,
we avoided each other's kiss.
Now every touch from your lips
gives me moments of sweet bliss.
We've shared our minds and souls before
now we include the form.
Our trinities complete, together entwined
the burning fire within keeps us warm
I know we will have downs and spats.
We may split and have many falls.
But like magnets, we will come right back.
Our force will break many walls.
My best friend, my love
We are the Lover and the Beloved.
What we have is an eternal divine gift
blessed by Heaven above.