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RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
Your eyes,
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, hey—catch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow—
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you—
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Her eyes scream fill in the _____.They saidHer eyes scream fill in the _____. in Free Verse More Like This
she has starving
little poet fingers,
& lungs-
filled with
the heroic hearts
of nameless protagonists.
But, she cries
tears of Saturn
on too-little-sleep nights,
& coffee ringed mornings.
They call her vanilla.
Innocence,
much too ripe to fall
with freckles on her
wander(lust)
shoulder-blades
singing connect-the-dot
blues.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
(outgrown)
lonely bones,
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
tucked away
in her chest.
they say
she's got skin
unworthy to write
poetry on,
but
she tapes those
lovelies
to her limbs
anyway.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
USUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1 It is very difficult to kill a nation. That goes without saying, of course. Who knows what chaos would arise if countries only lasted as long as an average human? They are almost immortal... Almost. A nation cannot die unless murdered, which is very hard indeed. You can't just stab one and hope they die. They are beings that represent their people, and thus are connected emotionally and physically by a special bond to their citizens. Their personalities, preferences, etc. is determined by their people. When there is a war, for example, the country feels every death and damaged structure. This also applies to economy and such, putting countriUSUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, EndEngland's POVUSUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, End in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Igirisu-san, are you okay?" Japan asked me. His face was his usual, blank expression, but there was worry in his eyes.
I shook my head. "No... I-I'm okay..." I looked over at America, who was in bed. Right after he had passed out, I had called Japan and together, we had somehow brought him back to his house. Japan, being the responsible country he is, was able to patch America up as best he could; now, all he needed was rest.
Japan was still looking at me, as if he expected me to break down or something. I frowned in annoyance. "Japan, I'm okay! But..." I turned my face away. "I'm worried about America..." Japan smiled at me
USUK -I Wish- America's EndingAmerica's POVUSUK -I Wish- America's Ending in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was standing in a grassy field. I didn't recognize where I was at all; no matter which way I turned, all I could see was the blue sky with its fluffy, white clouds and the lush, green grass. I sat down, confused as to how I had ended up here. Soft footsteps a little ways away told me there was someone coming. I lifted my head and felt a stream of sadness rush into my heart.
"England..." I whispered. He didn't seem to hear me, so I repeated his name, louder. "England!" I called. He didn't respond, and instead continued staring at the sky. "England!" I shouted as loud as I could. No reply. I sighed, figuring this was no differ
USUK - How To Tell Someone...My first USUK fanfic! Please don't judge me too harshly, it's just cute and fluffy, nothing more. XDUSUK - How To Tell Someone... in Short Stories More Like This
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"America… How would you tell someone… You love them?"
America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?"
England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up.
America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1Before reading this chapter, I highly advise you read the prologue. The story will make much more sense if you do~USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
America's POV
It was just another meeting.
Just more pointless bickering. Just more time wasted when we could have been doing something productive.
Just another place I'm forced to see England.
I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn as I watched Germany trying to get control of the meeting. He shouted and shouted, but no one was listening. There was too much chaos.
It sort of reminded me of my futile attempts at trying to confess to England.
I sighed and looked over at the source of my heartache. The green-eyed nation was cur
USUK - I Hate You pg. 11 "Arthur…"USUK - I Hate You pg. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint whisper went unheard.
"Arthur…"
Again, no reply.
What was this, this strange feeling… Like there was something missing…
Noise.
Yes, that's what was missing. And then suddenly, it wasn't anymore. The constant pounding, beating, ticking, throbbing of life…
It was there again, the never-failing noise.
But something else was missing, too. Ah, there it was. The movement. The fall and rise of a chest; the feeling or air rushing through lungs.
The pulse of life.
"Arthur…!"
Nothing.
"Please…"
The pathetic plea faded into the background.
"Please, Arthur… I'm scare
SometimesSometimes I am a stupid bitchSometimes in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I talk before I think
Sometimes I am stubborn
Sometimes I am just too honest
And sometimes my façade is just in the way
Sometimes I live in the expense of others
I often talk before I think
Sometimes I don´t think I belong
Sometimes I know you don´t know me
And sometimes I am just sad
Sometimes I feel like I am a thing
But I can think!
Sometimes I would like to apologize
And sometimes I am able to be myself
But right now I would like to forget
Sometimes I am overjoyed
Thinking…
Sometimes…
Sometimes I am absolutely insane
And sometimes I am me
socially outcastI don't know what will become of mesocially outcast in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or where I'm going
Because I'm not a wild animal in an African jungle
And I'm not part of the food chain
I never will be
But if I was part of it
I would be the canary in the luxurious gold cage
who hoped
dreamed of
longed
for a chance to escape
But I am not a captive bird
I am not a wild animal
I am not a part of the planned food chain
I am a human being!
I stand desperate in front of you
Can you not see it?
I'm ill
Sick of this world
And at the same time a damned excellent actress
You are seeing my facade
You are seeing what you like to see
Can´t you really not see I suffer in he
Am I?Am I a unique creature when I say I am a human being?Am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Am I my familys reflection when I see myself in the mirror?
Am I too shallow when I say I am repulsive?
Am I too egoistic when I say I shall take care of myself?
Am I really different than you when I say I am me and no one else?
Am I truly myself when I say something?
Am I a believer when I say everybodys faith is determined
Am I a beliver when I say destiny has arrived?
Am I happy when I cry?
Am I selfish when I look for love?
Am I too accessible when I say yes?
Am I loved when people talk behind my back?
Am I here when Im really there?
Am I confused when things are clear in
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There are probably many people who ponder this question
Who am I?
Some of them know it
They call themselves 'Barbie'
'Punk'
Or 'player'
But does the label say something about who they are?
It gives enough detail to which social stratum they belong to,
But my question is whether their heart is in for what they do?
Are they really the person they pretend to be?
Or are people what they say?
I wish I knew the answer,
Because I would really like to know why I am called special,
And what special means,
For I am not a pink Barbie doll or very attractive,
I think I might be what others categorize as weird,
And so what,
I
Self-ActualizationI often forget to breatheSelf-Actualization in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Maybe because I focus too much on my body
Like tonight I spent half an hour to watch myself in the mirror
I saw a reproduction of what other people see
I never look at myself
How Can I?
My eyes Sticks firmly to my face
What I am able to see is a copy
An ordinary girl
She has a little more on the legs than most
But I can see that it does not bother her
The girl I see is wearing black rimmed glasses
They make her seem wise
Confident
And assertive
But they hide her beautiful eyes
Hides the way to read her emotions
It is as if no one has seen through them yet
Seen through who she is
But the problem is
PolarisThis nightPolaris in Free Verse More Like This
is black, like a
crow;
and as a hand-print
bleeds against
fogged glass,
she calls to you—
an echo of
what once was.
Haunted by
a half-truth, back-
alley eidolon,
this night
is too dark to
guide you home.
PompeiiDrumbeat from above;Pompeii in Free Verse More Like This
trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
until the heavens split—
sodden map becomes
papier-mâché fingers and
from afar, through a veil of rain,
a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,
cursing the gods.
The Endless Dream 2Characters So Far:The Endless Dream 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Midnight: a dusty-gray she-cat with blue tints and ocean blue eyes. A few weeks old
Soul: a white tom with black stripes that circle his body with bright amber eyes. A few weeks old
Frost: a pure white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. A few weeks old
Dawn: a Smokey-gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes. Almost 2 years old (has no idea on how to raise kits)
Chapter 2 ~ the Mysterious Feather
After seeing that "thing" I decided to stop running. I stood there staring out into the forest for only a few seconds when all of a sudden I was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. I screamed in horror. I knew I was in someone's
The Endless DreamOK so this is my first series and I really hope it's good but, I honestly doubt that you'll like it.It's very short but that's because it's a prologue. I'll post a character list on each chapter. I would love it if you'd comment about wether you like it so far or not.The Endless Dream in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue
Fire swarmed through the forest, destroying everything in its path.
It was a land of nothing.There was no trees, nor animals...Not even a single breeze...
*...Was this the path that my kits will take?...One full of darkness, and destruction?...It couldn't be...*
When I opened my eyes...It was all gone. I was back in my den with my three little kits.
So little...It
The Endless Dream 3Characters So Far:The Endless Dream 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Midnight: a dusty-gray she-cat with blue tints and ocean blue eyes; 3 moons old
Soul: a white tom with black stripes that circle his body with bright amber eyes; 3 moons old
Frost: a pure white she-cat with ice-blue eyes; 3 moons old
Dawn: a Smokey-gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes; 2 years old
Flash: a dark ginger tom with orange highlights, and unusual bright green eyes. He has fur covering his left eye; 6 moons old
Callie: a calico that consists of the colors white, brown, yellow and gray; a she-cat with gold eyes, 6 moons old.
Chapter 3 ~The Eyes
A few moons had gone by, and all mother did was stare at the sk
Grandma's StoryI tried to hide it.Grandma's Story in Free Verse More Like This
Let no one know.
Then I realized it is part of me.
It makes me, Me.
It made me stronger and less innocent.
It is tied in with my memories.
There's no letting go.
I read the note.
So I won't let go.
I will never slip into the darkness.
I will show you how I grow and make you proud to say.
"That's my granddaughter" in heaven's gates my name will be known
I Love you Grandma.
How am I suppose to heal when How am I suppose to heal when my wounds are torn open?How am I suppose to heal when in Free Verse More Like This
How can I go on if the kight is snuffed out by the darkness?
They said it would get better, but it hasn't.
Where is the saving light?
Where is the path?
It is covered in bleak darkness that rules my world and life.
I want to burst out into tears.
But I don't want to feel that pain again.
I don't want to stop fighting, but I don't want to fight so hard.
I will be that saving light for others, yet there is none for me.
SnowI like the snow so white and pure not black like this world we call lifeSnow in Free Verse More Like This
Not full of the sins we commit
Not knowing of the the greed and theifery
So inoccent an unknowing
Unaware of the crimes and murders of our wants
Nonknow of the torchered souls and lives we live
Bright and white it brings light to this dark world
Not knowing of the choas and demons that run a muck
White a pure in this putrid dark hell we call life
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight SparkleCupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight Sparkle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
By Vladnuke
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 1: Twilight Sparkle
It had been a week since Rainbow Dash had left. Pinkie had told everypony that she had gone off to be with the Wonderbolts, and had shunned all the others.
"Well tarnation!" Applejack had exclaimed. "Who needed her anyway?"
But Twilight was skeptical. She went back to the library to mull things over. 'First Apple Bloom, then Twist, and now Rainbow Dash. Why is everypony in such a hurry to leave Ponyville? And why do they keep leaving exactly once a week?'
Suddenly, a horn sounded. The town had called a meeting. The mayor came up and made
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 2- RarityCupcakes 2: Chapter 2- Rarity in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
By Vladnuke
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 2: Rarity
Drip, drip, drip.
Rarity tossed and turned, eyes closed. 'Is the roof leaking again?' She wondered.
Drip, drip ,drip.
'This will be the third time I've had to get those colts to fix that thing.'
Drip, drip, drip.
"No, it's time to get up, get dressed." Rarity sleepily yawned, opening her eyes. She noticed it was so dark she could hardly see a hoof in front of her. She looked down at her bedsheet. "That's strange, this doesn't feel like a bed sheet." It took Rarity a few moments to notice that she was actually sleeping on a pile of her dresses. S
CupcakesCupcakes in Short Stories More Like This
Cupcakes
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the w
A Choice (request from RadiantNightmare6661)I sighed as the teacher began another boring lecture on The Renaissance. The same lecture I had heard a million times from a million other teachers in a million other schools.A Choice (request from RadiantNightmare6661) in Short Stories More Like This
My mother had a job that took her all over America. She had finally found a somewhat stable position in this town. We'd hopefully be staying for a couple years.
Every time we moved I'd have to leave all my friends behind. I never even dared to have a boyfriend because of the pain it would cause me to go through.
The desks in the History classroom were tables that sat two people per table. The teacher had a habit of putting the "dumb" people in the back of the classr
Those Blue Eyes-AndleyIt was the middle of the night. As Ashley lie awake in his bed all he could think about were those blue eyes.Those Blue Eyes-Andley in Short Stories More Like This
Those goddamn blue eyes.
The way he said his name.
Damn it! Ashley thought as he battled with his mind.
"I'm not gay!!!!" Ashley screamed inside of his head.
Yeah right.
Ashley's emotional conflict had started as soon as he agreed to join the damn singer's band. Before that, Ashley was confident he was as straight as could be. Girls loved him, and he could have pretty much whoever he wanted.
Unfortunately Andy just HAD to show up.
He was perfect in every way possible. He had beautiful pale skin, and he had those goddamn eyes.
Just Another Andley:)Hey people before you read this just know I haven't written Andley before so don't hate. Also I don't think in any way andley is real but I think it's kinda adorable you gotta admit...Just Another Andley:) in Short Stories More Like This
Also I'm gonna write in third person instead of first person to see if I like writing like that better.
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BAM!!!!!
Andy yelled in surprise as he was shoved against his locker. It was the third time this week. Always the same guy, the football star of their high school whose name slipped from Andy's head in the amount of fear he had. Every time he g
La VieLa Vie in Free Verse More Like This
It's the constant battle between angels and demons.
It's the constant struggle to survive.
You want to get away from the things that tempt you,
you want to follow the less-traveled path.
It's sorrow,
it's happiness.
It's love,
It's hate.
It's pain,
It's joy.
-K.M.V.C.M
I Wish.... ?I Wish.... ? in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
If you could have one wish, what would it be?
Would it be mountains of shiny gold,
the finest clothes in the whole world,
or a giant house filled with the best luxuries?
I would be a bird.
A beautiful, blue bird I would be.
I dream of flying high into the sky,
and chirping at the people below.
Yes, that's what I want.
People gasp and ask me why I would say such a foolish thing.
Why wouldn't I ask for money, for something more valuable?
Because I already have everything I want.
-K.M.V.C.P
Sta.sh
