RuinedI said I was sorry.Ruined in Free Verse More Like This
You said you weren't mad.
I couldn't believe you.
You told me it was fine.
I couldn't believe you.
You seemed upset.
I tried to comfort you.
You were trying not to yell.
I asked what you wanted.
You told me nothing.
I asked you to talk to me.
You said you were terrified.
I told you I felt the same way.
You lashed out.
I started crying.
You said your life could be ruined.
I cried harder.
"I can't always be here!"
I'm not trying to make you.
"That's what you're doing! You don't get it!"
Yes I do.
You sounded so angry.
I don't understand.
You hung up on me.
I cried myself to sleep.
When He Kissed Me GoodbyeWhen I stepped through the door he was playing an electric guitar. It looked like he wanted the strings to snap. It looked like he wanted to cause pain.When He Kissed Me Goodbye in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sat, timid, on the arm of the beige sofa, staring into his back as though that might ease the tension. When I spoke I knew it was too soft to be heard in the wide open house. Chaos and chords echoed across the vaulted ceilings, nothing discernable about them. No pattern. No sense. Only raw anger, determined as though its object might appear suddenly and be smothered by the sound.
Finally he whirled at me, torrential, panting. I did not recognize the face examining me. He did not know me either, or so it seemed. Or perhaps he knew me all too well.
"Can't you just let it go?" I ventured, not tentatively enough.
I spent an hour and a half coaxing. It terrified me utterly to see him so out of his head. This was the least human I had ever imagined a person could look. His shoulders knots, his fingers flexing angrily as he spoke. Even his
Even You Weren't InvincibleI started calling you Superman whenEven You Weren't Invincible in Free Verse More Like This
we were still adjusting to the "teenage" title.
Turns out we acted older back then
in January 2009.
And fifteen was too young in my household.
Too young for what we went through.
It was and wasn't.
You know I still call you that behind your back, right?
You know I still use the nickname when your true
character is too much to put on my tongue?
You know I still can't look at you? Know
I still want to cry when I do it?
God, you were so good, too. So good.
Nobody hurt as much as you did,
and nobody loved like you could.
They call me kryptonite now,
I'd wager you do, too.
Was it me who made you weak?
Was it me or the love?
Or the drink?
Even you weren't invincible.
But man did you seem like it back
in January 2009.
Do YouDo you imagineDo You in Free Verse More Like This
what I imagine?
When we talk the
way we're talking
do you think
the way I think?
Do you imagine
us as us instead of
as you and I?
Do you think
of exactly what
we would be?
So Much, Too MuchYou were horribleSo Much, Too Much in Free Verse More Like This
You yelled and said things
I didn't know what to
You cut me down and
then handed me the knife,
taught me by example
It hurt so much, too much.
But I don't remember
the fights anymore.
I can't recall your lessons
on violence, on hate.
I remember everything
that I miss so much, too much.
The things that didn't
matter when I still had them here.
God it hurts so much, too much.
I can't breathe and
I wish I never could.
Because I'd rather be
bruised than broken.
I'm Not A CushionI'm not a cushion,I'm Not A Cushion in Free Verse More Like This
don't pin this on me.
I stuck to my guns,
you changed your mind,
I'm not the bad guy.
I'm not a cushion,
don't pin this on me.
I made my choice,
you made one, too,
I did nothing wrong.
I'm not a cushion,
don't pin this on me.
I told the truth, went with what I wanted,
and you just didn't get your way.
So the ground you're on
I'm so steady.
And I'm not a cushion,
you can't pin this on me.
Wasn't MeWho said you were allowedWasn't Me in Free Verse More Like This
Back into my dreams?
When was it ever mentioned
That that would be okay?
Because it's not.
You, lying there on a sunlit bed.
You, pulling at my fingers, pulling me forward.
You, kissing me like it's new.
There hasn't been an "us" in years.
So who said it could happen in a dream?
It definitely wasn't me.
Happy "Happy"I guess it all just comes downHappy "Happy" in Free Verse More Like This
to how god damn sorry I am.
Sorry for being in love.
Sorry for being so young, in love.
Sorry for trusting something I never believed in.
Sorry for finding that place so cold you learn not to shiver.
Sorry for losing it when I should have held on just that little bit more.
you got your wish.
All of it.
I'm through feeling it,
through being that colorful girl
because I found my mask,
I tied the pretty ribbon real tight
and then I burned the knot until it
was melted together around my face.
I'm not getting out.
Just like you're not.
Nobody needs to see what's underneath
because as of right now, there is nothing.
Are you happy that I'm "happy"
or must I slit my wrists as proof?
And I "Version2.0"I kept running through the scenarios. All of them were impossible. All of them involved me, calling you, finally.And I "Version2.0" in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was sulking in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my room. In my uncomfortably cramped one-bedroom lucky-break apartment off 33rd Street. In my sweats. In tears.
My satisfyingly chubby cat wound around my ankles, purring loudly. She wanted attention as always and was striving to achieve this goal by making a pest of herself.
Clearly neither of us had any intention of sleeping tonight.
Tonight was Christmas Eve, of all nights. Go figure, that this should seem like the least wonderful time of the year.
It had been weighing on my shoulders, but was increasing in size and strength over the past multiple months. Eventually I would collapse. And I knew that that was imminent.
I was a Sophomore in college, working to unearth a major that suited me. And you were also a Sophomore, working to unearth a drug that didn't suit you.
We had always been a mess, I reasoned. Just befo
The Role Play AspectJust so we're clearThe Role Play Aspect in Free Verse More Like This
It's not my fault.
I was the victim.
That way you can save me.
So it works out
The role play aspect
Is sexy, right?
I like to think so.
We can pretend,
Slip under sheets like water,
Forget we're not
But just so we're clear
It's not my fault.
We're broken and it's you,
It's your problem,
I'm the victim.
I'm always the victim.
That way you can save me:
Play the hero.
It's the role you fill best.
His True Kingdom: Part 31: BAD DREAMSHis True Kingdom: Part 31: BAD DREAMS in Romance More Like This
**Before you kill me and sell my body parts on Ebay, read the description about why I left you with a cruel cliffhanger. Don't kill me! lol
You grunted and stretched in your bed, opening your eyes to find yourself in a familiar place. You were in your room; you quickly turned to your side to check on Loki’s mattress. He wasn’t on it again, why was he always waking up so early? You sighed and pushed yourself up, heading out of your room to check downstairs. You stared at the empty house and went downstairs slowly, you could hear no sound. This could only mean one thing.
"Ugh, he must be outside with his dear flowers again…" you thought and headed straight for the door to the backyard. You opened the door to find Loki, his black long hair shining almost blue under the bright sunlight. He gave you a smile while watering your garden. It was so alive, green and smelled so good. You smiled at him and sat down on a plastic chair. You tapped on the chair next t
His True Kingdom: Part 25: FREAKSHOW (LokixReader)His True Kingdom: Part 25: FREAKSHOW (LokixReader) in Romance More Like This
The elevator doors opened to reveal three people in black leather uniforms. The bald black man was distinguished from the others behind him right away because of his eccentric eye-patch and serious look. There was a red haired woman behind him, her beauty was unexplainable. Her eyes were the first to catch yours in the group. The other man had a strange bow on his back and he was wearing sunglasses that completely covered his eyes, it was impossible to read any emotion on his face. The trio slowly walked into the area. Tony got up from his seat with a happy expression that you detected to be completely forced and faked.
“Hey guys! Agent Romanoff, you miss me quite frequently” he said and exchanged looks with them all. The red haired lady somewhat smiled at him but did not reply. You saw that the man with the eye patch was staring at you with awe and fear.
“Can you tell me who that is and why her arms are glowing?” the bald man asserted loudly, he had such a thi
LokixReader - ONESHOT Gift to StarcatwarriorLokixReader - ONESHOT Gift to Starcatwarrior in General Fiction More Like This
You were blasting music in your ears with joy as you drove back to your small house from your friend’s garage sale. You just landed many great deals on things that were practically never used before and you bought this beautiful emerald green antique clock to replace the broken one you had. You awkwardly kept moving your head to the lively music as you pulled in, your eyes scanned over the items sitting next to you on the seat—with the seat belt going over them.
You got off the car with your hands completely full and pressed on the small button by your door with your nose to close off the garage door. You went in and dropped everything on your big couch to go through them all and calculate how much money you saved. Among all the crazy items was your favorite: a marble carved figure of an angel which you heard was “supposedly” from Italy. You let your hands ran over its flawless surface and put it on your coffee table next to you. You grabbed the TV remote and t
Borealis: Chapter 14 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 14 (HiddlesXReader) in Romance More Like This
Things were surreal. You were feeling like you were not walking on the glossy floors of the registry office but feeling more like you were gliding over the clouds that you felt the absence of when you took a step outside. The air was already quite chilly which slightly woke you up and made you more aware of your surroundings—pushing you to see that you were in front of Tom’s cute car and there was a conversation going on. Your eyes landed on Emma’s figure and you were surprised to see how she seemed a little shy around these two beautiful men but you couldn’t blame her at all.
“Do the newlyweds have any plans for the evening?” Chris asked playfully and his hands went into his pockets.
You heard the metallic tingling of what you guessed to be his car keys and saw the car parked right before Tom’s Peugeot. After checking out the grey luxurious 4x4, you appreciated Tom’s simplicity a bit more than you should have. You could feel Tom’s
His True Kingdom: Part 29: VALKYRIEHis True Kingdom: Part 29: VALKYRIE in Romance More Like This
**Please read the description about my "deliberate" and "false" use of relationships among Mythological figures, pretty please?
You proceeded deeper into the city, the enormous pillars rose past your line of sight in the air and you kept looking around with your jaw dropped. From the corner of your eye you realized that Thor was staring at you with an admiring face, a faint smile was on his lips.
“Must be so interesting for you… all this” he whispered sweetly and steered the horse carefully.
You slightly blushed and nodded your head. You looked at your hands with concern to see that they were so pale you couldn’t tell the color difference between the icy blue lines and your own skin anymore. This sent multiple stabs to your heart, you feared for yourself and if you could really be treated like Thor promised you. You looked into his eyes and your hope was restored back again. Thor stopped his horse in front
Borealis: Chapter 1 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 1 (HiddlesXReader) in Romance More Like This
Driving on the “wrong” side of the road was something perhaps you’d never get used to, at least not in the way you’d want to feel about it. Some things you were just born in, no matter how hard you tried to shake them off of you they were stained. Driving on the right seat wasn’t that big of a deal considering what you've been going through though, weird as it was there wasn’t much traffic going on this evening. Your eyes scanned over the countless shops on the streets with armies of mannequins staring at you. Life in London was different, more humane almost. The most intriguing part was the fact that you could go places without having a car, worst case scenario: you could simply walk. This was a distant dream in the United States; it was way too big for that. But here the streets were narrow, buildings close to each other—it had a more welcoming feeling and you knew you could belong here only if your luck turned around with your countless trie
Borealis: Chapter 17 (Tom's POV)Borealis: Chapter 17 (Tom's POV) in Romance More Like This
**This is the last Tom's POV chapter, we'll be back to insert in the next one!
A part of me stayed back home even though I was in Chris’ car, I settled in the spacious vehicle and smiled widely at my precious brother. He seemed to be in a good mood and certainly not like he was going to some odd guy’s house to confront him to enter his place with a policeman on our side. I strapped the seat belt around me and made sure my phone was not on silent mode in case ____(y/n) needed to call me. But something told me that she wouldn’t, considering she was going to be busy surfing the internet to see her pictures with me. She looked very much panicked in most of them that I’d already seen—she wasn’t used to this type of attention and why would she be? I just hoped that this wouldn’t cause problems between us later on. My train of thought was interrupted by a nois
Borealis: Chapter 20 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 20 (HiddlesXReader) in Romance More Like This
This chapter contains a little amount of blood! Be warned! And this chapter was written inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WabF-qPKNlo If you truly want to understand the references, then listen.
You were ensnared by the black straps going around you, it was almost metaphorical to the blackness of his heart, enveloping you and dissolving you like sugar in water. There was no way out and your brain was too tired to even argue about why things turned out this way, maybe you were giving up too easily or maybe you were simply overwhelmed by the sharp knife that just went behind your head that was pulled up by the crooked-minded man. Your quick subjugation sprung from your excess realism, it was a quality of Tom too most of the time—it proved to be useful when things went wrong between you two. However this time, it was as if neither realism nor fantasies you could build in your mind mattered. As Daniel gently started to
Borealis: Chapter 4 (HiddlesXReader)Borealis: Chapter 4 (HiddlesXReader) in Romance More Like This
You looked through Tom’s thick Shakespearean books and read the notes that he’d taken on the sides with explanations and insights to the way the characters might be feeling, you quickly came to the conclusion that he might have done that so that he’d act them out better. You sighed and realized how cold it was in the house, and better yet your clothes were still very wet from earlier. You had no extras or anything you would need when you go over to stay at someone’s house and you still felt kind of shy to ask for anything. You shook yourself and closed the book in your hand, reaching for your cell phone even though you really didn’t want to look at it. There were, of course, a million texts from Daniel but after seeing the pile you put it back in your bag. You had more than enough trouble for one day and you were getting quite tired at such a late time—you decided to use all the energy you had left to talk to Tom who was slowly walking into the room
His True Kingdom: Part 30: FRIGGA'S PLEAHis True Kingdom: Part 30: FRIGGA'S PLEA in Romance More Like This
Thor and his mother walked into the room. From your first impression of Frigga you could say that she was a beautiful woman, your eyes scanned over her yellow dress and the crystal ornaments decorating her entire neck. Contrary to your expectations, she did not have a tiara on her brown, long and wavy hair. Eir went close to her and they started talking, Frigga gave you a lovely smile and Thor approached you on the bed. He sat next to you and stared at your hands with joy—you suddenly realized Mjölnir was not with him anymore, he wasn’t wearing his cape either.
“How are you feeling ____(y/n)?” he said, reaching out to your arm to examine. You let him grab your arm and gently twist it around, his eyes eagerly went over the complex lines intersecting.
“I’m much better, thank you Thor” you said and he let go of your arm. Frigga and Eir approached you together.
“My child, how are you feeling?” Frigga’s voice was the softest you ev
Twisted Reality End (Loki/HiddlestonxReader)You woke slowly as you heard voices all around you, groaning as you thought the other servants where just waking and sighed. You tried to sit up, opening your eyes, shielding your vision as the florescent light blinded you and groaned.Twisted Reality End (Loki/HiddlestonxReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Tea… the light is too bright, dim it please…” you mumble, blinking a few times as the light dimmed and glanced around.
“Hey hey! Get the others, she’s awake!” you heard someone from the left say, turning to them and blinking in shock as you saw him.
“C-Clint?!” you gasp, trying to sit up and teared up as he kept you pushed to the bed. ‘How can Clint be alive? What’s going on here?!”
“(Y/n) lay back, you’ve been through a terrible accident.” Clint smiled slightly, patting your head and sighed as you winced.
“A-accident? What-?” you start when four more men and a woman ran in. “T-the Avengers…” you whisper.
“Hey Sunshine, glad t
Switching Dimensions (Lokixreader)I had finally gotten my little brother and sister in bed before collapsing onto the spare bed in their room, pulling the blankets over myself and laid back. It had been a long day, our parents wouldn’t be back till I ate at night and I was exhausted after taking care of the twins all day. I fell into a deep sleep, waking up around six a.m. to find my brother was already up and about and my sister had crawled into bed with me. I sighed as I sat up, trying to move without waking her and blinked as my brother ran into the room with his arms full of snakes, which he threw at me. I yelped, pulling the sheet up and blocking them from landing freely on me. I shuddered as I felt two snakes get past my barrier and slide into my shirt sleeves, crossing along behind my back and pushed me into a sitting position before exiting out the opposite sleeve.Switching Dimensions (Lokixreader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Fred, stay in here with your sister.” I ordered as I threw the creatures onto the floor, racing out of the room, throwing the nea
Heart Clad in Green pt. Three (LokixReader)After the cops had searched for the man you went back to gardening until dusk came and you went to bed. You were missing Jareth terribly as you laid on your mattress, your mind turning to all the terrible things that could be happening to him while he was in New York. You tried to shake yourself from the thoughts, getting up and going down stairs to make yourself a cup of tea to help calm your nerves.Heart Clad in Green pt. Three (LokixReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘I hate that Jareth’s trip will keep him away for two months… this house is rather creepy when you’re all alone…” you think as you prepare the tea, snapping your fingers as an idea hits and poured yourself a cup of the warm liquid. “Get a dog! Jareth always wanted one! He’ll be so excited when he comes home and sees a puppy!” you exclaim happily, moving to the small kitchen table and sat, starring outside as you took sips from the cup. You jumped as you heard the bushes below the window shuffle around, quickly putting your cup down a
Switching Dimensions pt. Eight (LokixReader)I thrashed out as I woke, my left foot connecting with something, causing two groans to rise and for me to open my blurry eyes.Switching Dimensions pt. Eight (LokixReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Did you have to kick me…?” Loki groaned, sitting up and rubbing his shin.
‘Whoa shit?!” I gasped, backing away and falling off the bed. ‘Ow…”
“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning over the side of the bed and smirked at me, my left leg hanging over the edge of the bed, the shirt riding up my thighs. “What a view first thing in the morning.” He chuckled.
‘Oh no!” I sat up, quickly pulling the shirt down and blushing crimson.
“Tch. I was enjoying that.” He sighed, grabbing me under the arms and pulled me back onto the bed as I struggled.
‘Let go!” I growled, pulling at his hands and yelped as he held me to his chest.
“It’s late, Love. Just rest.” He breathed.
‘Late? But you said it was morning?” I blinked, turning and starin
Twisted Reality pt. Seven (Loki/HiddlestonxReader)You open your blurry eyes slowly, groaning as you sat up and glanced around. You were in a room of (F/c), surrounded by all different shades of roses, hundreds of rose petals decorating the floor and the heavy curtains drawn back to look out into a beautiful garden, were all sorts of flowers, flowering trees, and fruit bearing trees shown in the evening light. You pushed yourself to your shaky legs, stumbling your way to the window and pressed your face against it, smiling widely as you saw Loki using magic to create more flowers.Twisted Reality pt. Seven (Loki/HiddlestonxReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Good evening, (Y/n).” a cold voice drawled from behind you, causing you to jump and turn to face Paul, Beatrice’s Lover.”
“G-good evening, Paul. What bring s you here?” you question nervously.
“I heard a rumor that Beatrice incurred the wrath of our king. One of the guards had executed her right on the spot. Is this true?” he stepped around your bed as you glanced out the window.
“It’s true. Beatric
Switching Dimensions pt. Three (LokixReader)I followed JARVIS’s voice to the kitchen, hearing everyone mumble about me, blushing slightly and cleared my throat before entering.Switching Dimensions pt. Three (LokixReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Um… hi… thanks for the new clothes, Mr. Stark…” I said, rubbing my arm sheepishly and smiled softly.
“Tony, please. Oh, I was so right in thinking ripped jeans and tee-shirts would work well on you.” Tony’s eyes ran over my body.
“Yeah… it’s a fashion style I’ve wanted to try but never got a chance to do so…” I laughed slightly, blushing a bit as my stomach growled.
“Why weren’t you allowed? Strict parents?” Natasha asked, offering me a glass of orange juice which I gladly accepted.
“No… I could pretty much do whatever I wanted but… I have two younger siblings I take care of… all the money went to them and their clothes…” I shook my head and took a sip.
“How much younger are they?” Clint aske
A Cry of Desperation pt. Two (Lokixreader)You hear your friends muttering around you, opening your heavy lidded eyes and glanced between your friends shocked faces.A Cry of Desperation pt. Two (Lokixreader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘Guys… what’s going on…?” you mumble, hearing some dog bark when you spoke and glanced around.
“Oh damn…” Tony groaned.
“Loki what have you done?” Thor glared at his brother.
‘Guys what’s happening? Why are you all staring at me?” there goes that barking again.
“I do not understand what went wrong… I have not figured out how to fix this…” Loki leaned down to you, his green eyes filled with sympathy as he puts a hand to your head and rubbed behind your ears.
‘Wait, this doesn’t feel right!” you quickly scrambled to your feet, slipping on the tile under your paws and sprawled across the ground. ‘What’s going on?!” the bark grew louder as you shouted.
“Bruce, think we can fix a translator for (Y/n)?” Tony raised his
Switching Dimensions pt. Five (LokixReader)I jerked as the motor cycle shut off, blushing slightly and hastily got to my feet.Switching Dimensions pt. Five (LokixReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Did you fall asleep back there?” Steve asked as he dismounted, turning to me and laughed softly as I shrugged. “Well come on, let’s go get you cleaned up for diner.”
“I see you have finally arrived, Man out of Time.” Loki growled as we headed to the door, standing up straight from leaning against the wall and approached us.
“Traffic was bad.” Steve put a hand around my shoulders, pulling me inside the tower and kept himself between Loki and me.
“I should have walked her back.” Loki snarled under his breath.
“She fell asleep on the ride here; she wouldn’t be able to walk that far.” Steve countered, sighing slightly as the elevator opened to the recreation floor and set me on the end of a couch, taking the seat next to me.
“Hey Cap’, I see you met Eve. Did you two get to talk about doing each other’s hai
Switching Dimensions pt. Six (LokixReader)After a half hour of Natasha doing my hair and makeup all fancy, against my wishes, she pulled me down the halls against my protests and threw me into the elevator.Switching Dimensions pt. Six (LokixReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“JARVIS will lead you to the dining room, I’ve got to go get changed.” Natasha said as the door shut, leaving me alone to travel to the correct floor. I glanced around cautiously as the door opened, stepping out and followed JARVIS’s instructions until I arrived at a large banquet table.
‘Wow… Stark is so…” I thought as I ran my hand over the wooden chairs, taking in every small detail and stared up at the large crystal chandelier.
“Eccentric is the word you’re looking for, Love.” Loki breathed in my ear, causing me to blush and back away to the other side of the room. He chuckled, pulling a seat out and offering it to me. I shook my head, wanting to keep as much distance between him and I. “I suppose you are still mad at me for taking away your voice
Alone Time pt. Two (StarkxReader)You jerk as an explosion sounded throughout the house, scrambling to your feet, grabbing a fire extinguisher as you raced to the garage and sprayed the flames away. You sigh, sitting down and patted your heart.Alone Time pt. Two (StarkxReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“D-damn it Stark… what did you do…?” you glare at the man who looked like he had just exploded himself.
“I’m… not entirely sure, actually… one minute I’m fixing a wire and the next “boom!” Tony held his hands up in surrender.
“Clean the mess up.” You order, standing and moving into the kitchen. ‘It’s going to be a long three days…” you open the fridge, taking out two eggs and set them on the counter. You crawled around in a cabinet until you found a metal bowl, pulling yourself to your feet and sighed as you saw him playing with one of the eggs.
“You making omelets?” he raised his eye brow at you.
“No, I was making myself some scrambled eggs. Make yo
MineI am the black cloudMine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floating through the night;
You are the flash of light
Bright and destructive and proud.
I am depression,
Creeping along where you lay;
You are the mischievous play
Smirking without hesitation.
I am doom and strife,
What all pretend to not feel;
You are passion, you are zeal-
You are why I celebrate life.
I am darkness and secrets
Which are best kept unknown;
You are curiosity as it roams
Where others would never step.
I am the darkness,
An ever gloomy ray of sorrow;
Yet you only know to grow,
The air in the lungs filling one's chest.
I am lost-
Am I worth the cost,
You, my deliverer,
To be made loved and sure?
I am small
And can easily fall,
But you are never far behind-
That is what makes you mine.
Raven MoonIn the blackest sky this lonely lightRaven Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Travels the world over the cover of night;
Its blanket the mist that follows its shine,
It acts as a lost wanderer's single sign.
The twinkling stars its only friends,
It is the keeper of the souls of men
Who pray to its grace and beautiful silver
Whether full or gibbous or crescent or sliver.
It is the creation the raven seeks,
Its hate in its breast and bite in its beak;
As black as midnight, it detests the moon,
For it will not be noticed again until noon
Because of the moon's demand to be noticed
Despite the fact the sun may be missed.
The raven wishes it could be as known,
Both so different yet both all alone.
The raven waits until the new hour
To question the moon about its power
Which makes all stand in bliss and awe
And ignore the raven's desperate caw
For a friend or raven love to find
Underneath the moon's white shine;
The moon answer, "Just be kind
For the result is love, and their love is mine."
The cruel raven sighs in defeat,
The Sun's GoodbyeThe sun was beginning to fall,The Sun's Goodbye in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its ultra violet rays waving goodbye;
Twilight was soon to appear,
Night becoming nigh.
The baby blues and powder pinks
Were also beginning to fade;
Darkness embraced the sky
And stars prepared their raid.
Yet the sun was not pleased
In being forgotten so easily;
In a moment of rage and impulse,
It drew back and shone evilly.
The world was stunned,
The ground quaking with vibrations
In its uncertainty and confusion;
Yet the sun was in jubilation,
Euphoria in its stretching rays-
But the man on the moon thought this a crime;
He took away an hour of the day-
So was the end of the first daylight saving time.
AutumnI can think of nothingAutumn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which so inspires
A surge of creativity
Like nature on fire-
In all their fantastic glory,
The trees like flames
And bringing stories
Into my head
About such beauty-
To appreciate this,
Our gift, our duty.
The wind picks up
The fragile leaves,
An autumn rainbow
Creeping up the trees.
The air is crisp
And chills the bone;
The breeze sways the oaks,
And the pines begin to moan.
Boots crunch the colors,
All vibrant autumn shades;
In reds, oranges, and browns,
The world seems to soften and fade.
Underneath the rising cold;
The sky clears
And becomes a tawny gold.
All is calm and quiet
When in the autumn feel;
All is serene and cedar,
Seeming too perfect to be real.
DistanceDistant souls on fire,Distance in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hands reaching higher
For another to hold,
For a way to grow,
No time to pine,
Spirits fading fast,
Hoping love will last;
Slow beats of the heart
Quicken when far apart,
Cannot stand to be away,
Do not want to stray-
But what is one to do
When forgetting how to say
I love you?
HumanThey cannot help but stare;Human in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They think you are an animal;
They do not even pretend to care
You now feel like a fool.
They will not ever see
You too have a heart and soul;
They tease you mercilessly,
And you begin to lose control.
They think that is all right
Just because they can;
They ignore your bark and bite,
And you no longer feel human.
They cannot end their play-
Not that they have ever tried;
Your only hope as you pray
Is that they do not hear you cry.
You cannot understand what they find
So amusing in your pain;
You begin to lose your mind,
Forgetting you were ever sane
Or once knew a day when all
You felt were peace and joy;
So you weep and hide, scream and bawl
Because they made you their toy.
You blame yourself every day
For what they made you be;
And all you can pray
Is that your tears they never see
Even though this sorrow
Seems like it will never go away.
You hope that they might
One day know what they have done
By smothering your dying light
And only allowing you to figh
When It ComesNothing can be doneWhen It Comes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When love comes;
Nothing at all matters
When one another flatters
The tugs on the heartstrings,
The notes of joy one sings
When love is found
And spread all around.
The quickening heartbeats
Making man and woman weak
Are dangerous things;
Are wonderful things;
When eyes are captured-
What sweet, merciless rapture.
The downward drag of a kiss-
Such captivating, sudden bliss.
When love comes
Nothing can be done-
Why would anything want to be?
Why even attempt to breathe
Without love in each sigh-
Why ever tell it goodbye?
FallenYou can almost hear it scream-Fallen in Free Verse More Like This
The sweat on your brow
Falls and lets another live,
But it is too late for the tree
Snapping in two
From the cutter's blade;
Your heart does the same,
The bark breaking mercilessly
Slow after being maimed.
You watch its painful descent
In the sweltering heat of July;
The tree moans
Once it hits the ground,
The warm sap the tears it cries.
How could so many ask
If it even makes a sound?
KeepMay we fail to cross all the Sands;Keep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even in each particle or grain,
There should always be some mystery
In the form of unknown lands.
May we never tame the Waters;
They have much to show and teach
From the breaking and violent waves-
Lessons not ours but for sons and daughters.
May we fail to always climb the Mountains
Or reach the snow-covered peaks;
Adventure awaits in the smallest pebble-
But should we just because we can?
May we never clear the Forests,
Beauty in all their enchanted grace;
The oak is strong and has much to share-
A little wild in the wilderness is really best.
MadnessKeep me-Madness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathe life into me;
For otherwise I will flee
To another world-
To a world my own;
To a world I may
For I am deadly
To those around me;
Lest I go insane-
Be the thunder,
I the acid rain.
Seems to be
A familiar thing;
From my own
From my destructive
And betraying mind;
For but a moment
In this world all my own-
It precedes my madness
Then turns my heart
To one of stone.
Pain-it stays the same,
Numbing my touch
And raised, blue veins
Until there is nothing left
But simple me.
Hide from me
And rescue me
And forgive me-
For I do not realize what I do
Until my madness is through.
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
Soft SilenceSoft heart,easily bruised,easily romanced,Soft Silence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it takes little, for permanent pain to be inflicted,
cracks grow, without meaning,
always different, always re-occuring,
the tiny efforts of love it sees, it jumps for,
that's why protection's a must have,
to force the strength through the veins,
and to leave behind the remainders of tragedy.
Supple Couple She's seeing two people who fit like a glove,Supple Couple in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you know those, who together could rise right above,
all those coupluar misfits who break in the winds,
and end their relationship just as it begins,
but for her that's a no, male friends are just brothers,
to be close to, and laugh with, but only with others,
yeah, it can be lonely but it's just for now,
till she finds the poor guy who'll hang knee and bow
Time To Talk Laying to rest with a bitter pit in my heart,Time To Talk in Free Verse More Like This
all words would have ceased if I'd known from the start,
that the formation from my mouth pouring into my phone,
would entrap you, judgmental, helpless and alone,
the support i could offer became slowly void,
I'd search endlessly for solution but just find annoyed,
hating myself and not knowing what to do,
i turned my back on the world and brought my eyes up to you.
First GoHere I sit in balance, curious and uncertain whether or not to write to you, it's for definite that I'm out of practice and out of the creative comfort zone I once visited pretty much every day, yet quiet almost silently you ponder what's plaguing my mind, and almost like repeating time, i try to get out the feeling rather than saying i'm fine, this doesn't seem real, not like how it was before, back in the day, yeah those times i'd just open a door, and out like a waterfall my mishaps would pour, unravelling like the pull of a jumper on the living room floor, you'd question me and prod me always trying to get more, and afterwards i'd sigh glad that you knew what's lied store, but now it seems that i just can't pull out what's bothering me, it's like there's something inside that just doesn't want to be free, i'll try a little harder so that i can let you see, the poking and the pinching of the thing that's bugging me.First Go in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Single's SongRight now i'm tired, tired of being single, tired of living life as an unloved experience, straight away my spirit's arguing, never been loved? You've always been loved, God's always loved you, do you really want that human love that lasts for a second, a minute, a moment, when you own a love that lasts for eternity? I'm brought to a place where i realise how stupid i'm being, but that doesn't take my lonliness away, it's like a hole, a void, a zone, which buries me deeper as i lay here alone, alone in the sense of a human company, otherwise i'm forever surrounded by the presence of three, the father, son and holy spirit, not keeping me completely drowning in it, but constantly lifting me up from the ashes, taking out of the remains, the jewels of tomorrow, crushing depths of love into increasing sorrow, the love you love for me, i would love to borrow, so i could pour out love as you pour out on me, an everlasting love forever setting me free.Single's Song in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Corr Cry For MoreI just love you i really do, you've just got this way, this way about you, i'm cosy and comfort in your time and space, and safe and valued in your embrace, i know i can trust you'll keep what i say, and not rip it open and gossip it away, you'll save it and remind me of what i said someday, and i'll be assured keeping you was no mistake.Corr Cry For More in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Standing Strong 15Right now i'm considering the girl my God has made for you, it could be the other one that's currently crushing on you, don't know if she's hiding but i can totally see through, how her eyes light up when you walk through her blue, all the years that she's know you for, have made her love you to the very core, but i've no right to judge my friend, i'll stick by her right to the end, it's not a fight over you, you see, since i don't want you, i believe, my God has got a man for me, who's more passionate for God than i'll ever be, a boyfriend and husband he'll become, that's why you're not my number one.Standing Strong 15 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Breaking VulnerableSlowly eroding the idea of being in control, relying on you to keep me fully whole, my sensitivity a weakness but also a trait, is something i'll better as long as it takes, i feel like a wimp but you just say i'm open, you tell me to wet the eyes already soaken, there's always the moment where i realise i've fallen, that my dream of perfection is really appauling, it'll always be a dream and you love me just how, i am of the past, present future and now.Breaking Vulnerable in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stalker SomeoneYou tell me to forget the strains of yesterday, but i just can't seem to find a way, to make the hauntings drivel astray, of the words i semi-regretted to say, i love how you're insanely above it all, that you've already forgotten the detail of my fall, but i'm not sure if it's something i can just push aside, yet i forbid to let it take security inside, i owe you that much since you're forever beside me, please help me to let go of this pursuing history.Stalker Someone in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Drunk DelusionsYou know i don't get how this party thing works, quick make out sesh with a 'nice' random stranger, then another with a person of less danger, yes congratulations hooked one you know, yet it's kept on through the night with a regular flow, what about our genration does this info show? we're wasted and tasteless with no self respect, and are losing the view of the solid prospect, we're just hapy to constantly drink and smoke the night away, then chill out and go back to it another saturday, i mean seriously come on are we that much of a mess, even being there to support a friend just gave me more stress, had some fun had some Sprite but wound up in depress, because i'm one of the rarities that does that stuff less, well less is a lie so i'd have to say never, i think it's mindless to do but they all think it's clever, well i guess it's a fact and things really can't change, since the things we do for fun these days are really freakin strange, now i don't regret being sober and in my rigDrunk Delusions in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
THE ART CRIMES: WonderlandTHE ART CRIMES: Wonderland in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Wonderland
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Some days you feel like you're walking in a dream, and although everything's real, you just feel invincible.
I don't know much about nature, and even less I know about myself - but when I saw Carmen's tree I realized that my magical journey has just begun.
Ich konnte ihn nicht ansehen, doch ich ging direkt auf ihn zu.
Seine Blätter rauschten im Wind, und links und rechts von mir waren Weinreben. Der Pfad war schmal, und ich achtete nur auf den Weg direkt vor meinen Füßen.
Es hatte geregnet, und der Geruch war unverwechselbar: Würzige, feuchtwarme Erde.
Ich ging langsam, und einen Augenblick lang hatte ich das Gefühl, dass der Boden unter mir wie ein Laufband hinter mich glitt und dass ich niemals in der Lage sein würde, die Rinde des Baumes zu berühren.
Der Baum stand alleine, und seine Grö
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THE ART CRIMES: Das Schattenspiel
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Elleka *
Für Alexandra. Danke, dass du mich mit nur einem einzigen Bild so vielfältig inspiriert hast!
Ich mache sie bei mir aus, die Lichter, weil ich im Dunkeln besser sehen kann. Ich sehe ein wunderschönes Mädchen, das mit Licht und Schatten spielt und durch seine Bewegungen Wunder bewirkt: Das Ambiente wird Teil deines Körpers, die Szenerie ist Theaterbühne und doch viel mehr, wird Teil des Spiels und Ausdruck deiner Vision von Schönheit, und mit Lights out erzählst du ein Märchen. Du erzählst es immer wieder von Neuem, und jedes Mal ist es anders, und nichts bleibt gleich, weil Licht ständig im Tanz mit den Schatten ist. Ich sehe hin...und sehe ich dich dann wieder an, flüstert deine Stimme eine neue Geschichte in me
THE ART CRIMES: AvalancheTHE ART CRIMES: Avalanche in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Avalanche
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by CaveCanem42 *
There are strange places in our hearts, and we must kill so many memories to visit all of them.
You scared me so much when you told me this story, but you reminded me also that I wasn't even alive if you hadn't gone so deep. Then I listened to your story again and again, and each time it was different:
There's a tree in the midst of the world, a tree with many branches and a million leaves. Like all trees this tree is alive, but unlike other trees he's there for a very long time, and Avalanche breathes us in and out all the time.
Avalanche breathes all living things on earth, men and animal alike, and we're deeply connected. Every leaf is a story, every leaf is a life, and every story's a dream. Never forget.
All his stories were different, but the end o
THE ART WARRIORSTHE ART WARRIORS in Editorial More Like This
THE ART WARRIORS
- About the beginning of a new revolution -
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Keep your art free! Don't diss yourself with watermarks, don't shrink your vision - and don't fear the illusion of art theft.
Just wrote it down in my Twitter as another stroke, and this sword's sharp enough to make you think. All art is about sharing, and what I get is what I give: Everything's in the flow, and it's time to give up the illusion of personal importance. I'm not saying you're dispensable. I think you're better as a living and responding part of all the energy floating inside and outside of ourselves. We're all dead now, and to live we need to transcend the barriers we put up all the time. There's freedom outside the borders, and the sight to a far away horizon leads just to another and another illusional horizon.
Real life is endless, and we're all made to travel really far. We've come a long way, and sometimes we feel so bad that we want to give up, but the
In Oz: ColorblindIn Oz: Colorblind in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Colorblind
* Eine Eskalation von BeautifulExperience *
Aaaaaaah! Mensch, WOW!!
Gibt es irgendjemanden, dem nicht der Mund offen stehen bleibt bei dieser Aufnahme? Ich müsste blind sein, um hier nicht in Ehrfurcht zu erstarren - und nein, ich frag nicht, wie du das gemacht hast. Ich frage nicht, weil es vollkommen belanglos ist.
Irgendwie hast du diese Schönheit eingefangen, und weißt du was? Du verdienst diesen Himmel! Vielleicht ist er zu diesem Zeitpunkt ausschließlich für dich gemacht gewesen, weil du das Auge, das Herz und die Seele dafür hast.
THE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der LiebeTHE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der Liebe in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Vom Wolf und der Liebe
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Augenss *
Ich mag das Verspielte an dir, das spontane Feeling dieser Aufnahme! Das Foto hat etwas sehr Kindliches, sehr Unschuldiges, und dennoch ist da noch etwas, das zeigt, dass du es gleichzeitig faustdick hinter den Ohren hast.
"Danke : )"
Du bedankst dich? Braves Mädchen! Deine Großmutter hat dich gut erzogen. Wer weiß, wozu es gut ist? Denn es war einmal...
So fangen alle Märchen an. Märchen, die gut ausgehen, und Märchen, die ein schlimmes Ende haben. Es war einmal ein großer, böser Wolf, der durch den Wald streifte, und der Wolf war sehr hungrig. Er hatte einen wirklich schlechten Tag gehabt, denn im Wald war kein Laut zu hören, nicht das kleinste Tierchen machte einen Mucks, und der Wald war wie ausgestorben. Je länger der Wolf da
In Oz: LegendeIn Oz: Legende in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Legende
* Eine Eskalation von Beau Cyphre *
Es gibt eine Legende, die besagt, dass in Gesichtern Geschichten zu lesen sind. Geschichten, die vom Anbeginn der Zeit erzählen, kraftvolle Worte, die unseren langen Weg markieren vom feurigen Beginn unseres Planeten bis zum jetzigen Augenblick. Wir sind niemals nur wir selbst; wir sind immer auch alle, die vor uns und mit uns waren - und wir bereiten eine Bahn für die, die nach uns sein werden, falls wir nicht weit genug gehen können, um der großen Bewegung zu folgen.
Das ist ein Gesetz, und dieses Gesetz bindet uns solange, bis wir uns davon befreien. Ohne unsere selbst geschaffenen Fesseln werden wir dann etwas anderes sein, und was alles möglich ist, kann man ganz tief in deinen Augen sehen: Zwei Sterne leuchten mitten in der Nacht.
Mirror, Mirror...Mirror, Mirror... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or: Just A Man
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
Mirror, mirror on the wall
What you're seein' is pretty and tall
Small am I compared to you
Connecting worlds is all you do
You're doing this so perfectly
You make me want to be with thee
Touching her hips, kissing her thighs
Parting her lips, making her rise
Over the top and up once again
I can't stop 'cause I'm just a man
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In Oz: Bears And Tigers
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Novosibirsk - I've heard this name before, yeah, just a few suns ago in school, and although I've never been in Siberia, I thought that I know something about this place, all the things I've learned from my teachers. Well, I was so completely wrong! I couldn't imagine anything close to the impression of your nearly surreal photography. I don't know if your hometown really comes like this spaceship of a city, but the capital of Siberia must have a wild heart, and in my imagination there are bears and tigers just a few miles away from this colorful place. Now thinking of the plaque on the Chapel of St. Nicholas my blood runs cold, because I believe they are right, and you as a child supposing Novosibirsk as the center of the known world isn't something I'd laugh about. There are many secrets in this world, and there's something special with this places we call home.
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THE ART CRIMES: The Witching Hour
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Whoever said that witches are ugly creatures - what a liar he was! Just look at her: La Strega - and tell me, isn't she beautiful? So obviously devoted to God, lips red like wild cherries, and oh, what a fool I've been!
When I knocked at her gingerbread house's door finally, I couldn't know who'd open, but as she stood in front of me I should have run, run, run as fast and as far I could have managed to.
And now I Iay here on her bed, wishing, waiting - and I cannot move. Maybe I don't want to, 'cause "secret wishes always are the magic things that really move us", as she once said to me. Her long hair falls over my face, keeping the shadows inside, so I could taste her kiss without being mislead by the shallow beauty of the sun, sending one last warm ray through the strands of t
DaffodilsDaffodils in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
TreesTrees in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
DriftwoodDriftwood in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
FishermenFishermen in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
PlaygroundPlayground in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
SoundSound in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.