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.
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
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
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,
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
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.
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
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
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader) in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
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
split me open like a sunrisei promisesplit me open like a sunrise in Free Verse More Like This
i don't think about you anymore
not even a little
like a mouse;
but the moment
i fall like the autumn,
the one we spent
at the in-between-
a crossing of streets,
seeing my own hands
for the first time.
i stumble with numbness
and a definite lack
of control(led motor skills)
as i fight for an instant
where i feel it is safe
or to let my heart beat.
i hate to see your eyes.
they are too warm
and i know that if i were
to reach and touch your skin,
it would be, too.
what did i do before i watched you,
a figure eight
winding in the periphery?
what did i do before i loved you,
waking up beside your body
is feeling a sip of tea
become a flower
and blossom within my chest;
i don't think about you anymore
not even a little
like a mouse;
but the moment
i fall like the autumn,
the one we spent
at the in-between-
a crossing of streets,
what did i do before i met you?
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;
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 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
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
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
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
the day the sun never rosewhat do you dothe day the sun never rose in Free Verse More Like This
when your eyes are already
imprinted on your eyelids
are scenes and thoughts
and typographical imagery
that are thick
to drive you to madness?
i keep your secrets
and even though
my heart still breaks,
my ongoing refusal
to think of you poorly
at this hour,
you still have me
kept in the dark,
with a longing in the cellar of my stomach;
it never does leave,
i wait with
and rose flavoured tea
clutched like a crux
in my hand
for the intimation
you can love me
i miss the complete envelopment
of my body in yours,
the cross of your arms
belted over my ribs.
you made me feel fragile
but so safe that i
could not break.
the dawn shattered overhead
and i uttered soft cries
in my sleep
the morning you felt wings
emerge from your angel bones
and take you
away from me.
the sun never rose
that day, but the beauty
of the inked night's sky
was missing (you) as well.
i had never hated
hallelujahhallelujah as i singhallelujah in Free Verse More Like This
to the envy of the larks
gracing the winds,
or the sirens
crooning in lullabies
my heart is singing
louder than silver bells
hinged on the backs of my ankles
like infantile wings
i am lost
like i am found,
secret and stoic
and birthing the beauty
of the night
into freckled constellations
over my back
hallelujah i sing
there is no greater joy,
as a woman's heart
full of the sea
in the sea
as she sings, "hallelujah,
in even the darkest of nights,
cigarette smoke and forever,
you'd be waiting for 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
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
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
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
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.
RomanoxReader: Stronger Her voice so pure.RomanoxReader: Stronger in Romance More Like This
Her gaze so soft.
Her hair so silky.
Yet so strong.
His voice so spiteful.
His words usually dirtied.
His glare, cold.
So many problems.
He had to rely on others for help.
Yet, when he was with her...
Romano held you close, not knowing what to do in this situation. Spain was so terrible at explaining things, Romano would have to simply complaining about it.
Your body felt limp and lifeless in his arms, shock was still taking over you from the sudden change of pace. People around you were wondering what exactly was going on.
"R...Romano..." You whispered as tears surfaced in your eyes. "Why...why did you even consider...?"
"____________...you're the most perfect person I have ever met..." His voice was hardly above a whisper. "You shouldn't be hanging around me...that's why I'm...brea
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
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
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.
The Kindness of StrangersThe Kindness of StrangersThe Kindness of Strangers in Free Verse More Like This
I heard it,
refused to stop.
I was almost home,
but my hands were
shaking and I
knew I had no choice.
The tire was worn down,
just like my life.
Another problem to add
to the list.
But that nice man,
And I wonder how long
it will be until I
can be that stranger.
Until I can help.
Clocking OutClocking OutClocking Out in Free Verse More Like This
The forgetful delights
of a Friday night
stretch their lazy
possibilities before me.
As we near another
I breathe deep the scent of
and burning fires.
Loud music and
loud talk amidst
empty shot glasses
and cigarette ashes
This night will not
be one of vice
but of sly smiles
and that beautiful disease
I call nostalgia.
Second in LineSecond in LineSecond in Line in Free Verse More Like This
The day I met you,
I stood at the end.
But I didn't find another line.
Instead, I did the unthinkable.
My legs ache,
my soles have worn down,
but look at me now.
Just one more person ahead -
it's almost my time.
My turn to be the one.
Who knew so many people
would cut in front of me?
It's been years now.
I lie on the ground,
watch exhausted as I'm stepped over,
and stepped on.
I've learned my place.
I know where I stand.
I'll always be waiting for you.
And you will glance behind every time,
to see me wave and smile.
OmahaOmahaOmaha in Free Verse More Like This
I picture you
shoulders hunched over
piles of books,
words crawling across
Like lines of tiny black ants.
Piano music caresses
the still air,
lilting lyrics cry out
to fill the silence.
You are tired.
You march on.
I picture you
a different time.
We believed in each other's
I marveled at the way they
from your mouth with
"It takes practice,"
We were inspired.
We spoke 'til dawn.
I picture you
this time, writing.
Harnessing the worlds you love,
making them your own.
Some passions never die,
and this one keeps you sane
in a land of law, order,
Controlled chaos is yours,
and I await each new tale.
You remember me and close your eyes.
I recite poetry until you return.
A Buried ClicheA Buried ClichéA Buried Cliche in Free Verse More Like This
When epiphanies hit me,
it's like a brick being thrown
in my face.
I don't need you.
I don't need dark coffee house
dimly lit stages.
I don't need to listen to Bukowski,
or embody your ideals.
these words, are proof
that I am worth more
than your praise can offer.
Because after all, I am a poet.
You can only speak of it,
pretending you know what that means.
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
Indestructible Feeling(Verse 1) I just want to start by saying, you're beautifulIndestructible Feeling in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yes, darling you are magical
I crave that feeling when we touch
My heart is skipping like a game of double Dutch
(Chorus 1) It's an unbeatable, unbreakable, unbelievable emotion
I need you like some type of addiction
You saved me from falling into the abyss
I'm surrounded in absolute bliss
Let me dive into your loving ocean.
Please, embrace me in your vast passion
(Verse 2) No more secrets, no more sorrows
I’ll fight for better tomorrows.
To do what I can to make you happy
Trust that I can assure your safety
(Chorus 2) It's an incredible, invincible, indestructible feeling
You’ve showed me what I wasn’t seeing
Any day could be a better day when we are apart
Sorry girl, did I just melt your heart?
I see fireworks every time we kiss
This opportunity I just can't miss
(Verse 3) You come around and it's like a miracle
Young lady, you are a sight truly wonderful
And when you're gone it feels like I need a crutch
Sea Of Sand(Intro)Sea Of Sand in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Turn the seas into sand
And set fire to the land
You dont know who you are
What you are
What youve done
Or where you've been
How you got here
Don't know why
Listen to the voice within
All alone you stand (x3)
But together we will fall!
Burning (Full Song)(Verse 1) You use to be the one who kept the peaceBurning (Full Song) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What happened to being so gentle and kind?
Can't hold it in, yeah you gotta release
Now you've gone and lost your mind
(Bridge) Burn, burning all around
Break, breaking you down
Fall, falling to the ground
Scream, screaming without sound
(Chorus) I thought you could do what's right
And I thought you could learn
Looks like I thought wrong
Now you're going to burn! Burn! Burn!
The fire is rising, so let's dance in the flames
(Verse 2) Forever forsaken, never forgiven
Judged by the grudge you hold against the planet
You didn't hear me, you never listen
Now you can't break the habit
(Repeat Bridge & Chorus)
(Verse 3) You're a cheat, a phony and a liar
Hiding behind false faces
You've set your life on fire
Now you're buried in the ashes
(Repeat Bridge & Chorus)
(Breakdown) Corrupted by rage
Unsatisfied by lust
Tortured by fear
Abandoned by trust
The fire is dying, so let's rest in flames
By Zackary Hawkins
Finished April 12t
Rebels On A RampageCall us animalsRebels On A Rampage in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Call us wild
Call us feral
Call us what you will
We write our own story
We're breaking out of our cage
We define our own destiny
We're rebels on a rampage
Grey Sky(Verse 1)Grey Sky in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wonder why the sun wont shine
Will this world ever realign?
I keep asking myself where the sun went
How many days have I spent?
For so long the rain I've tasted
How much time have I wasted?
Im walking alone, so alone
By myself and I just want to go home
Today I feel like I want to cry
As I look up at the grey sky
We Are GhostsAlive but not livingWe Are Ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing but not feeling
Walking but not moving
Speaking but nobody hears our silence
Dreaming Of DemonsEvery day is a nightmareDreaming Of Demons in Free Verse More Like This
When my imagination is a prison
Every night is like Halloween
When I am dreaming of demons
SpiralIm caught in a spiralSpiral in Free Verse More Like This
Not sure if Im going up or down
But either way
Im going in circles
Final Warning*Whisper* don't make me (x3)Final Warning in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Verse 1) don't try me.
Get out of my way!
Don't fight me.
Or else you're gonna pay!
Don't challenge me.
Just leave me alone!
Don't make me. I have a heart of stone!
(Bridge) Oh, walk away
Just run away from me!
Oh, go away
Just get away from me!
Step aside, or let the game begin! Now!
(Chorus) This is The Final Warning!!!
This is your last chance, for the last dance.
This will be your final night, take the final fight.
Its game over, breakdown!!!
*whisper* can't make me (x3)
(Verse 2) you can't hurt me.
Why do you even try?
You can't stop me.
Do you still wonder why?
You can't beat me.
Why don't you just back off?!
You can't make me. I have had enough!
*whisper* I will not (x3)
(Verse 3) I will not give up!
You can take everything, until I have nothing left to loose.
I will not back down!
This is the path that I choose.
I will not listen to you!
Just shut up
I won't lose this fight!!!
(Breakdown) Fight! Fight back against yo
Into The DarknessThe rain pounds downInto The Darkness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over my head
As I fall
Into my eternal bed
I lay here
On the ground
I will stay here
Hoping to be found
I got to get away from this pride
When they find me
I want them to know me for who is inside
This wasnt the person I wanted to be
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant fear
Yet we have found a special way, to protect the lives that we hold dear
My friends I must now present to you the warriors of the Chosen Eight
A group of our honoured champions, who will slay the beasts we hate!
Now they ride for the Volcanic Wastes where the Dragon call has sounded!
Before the beast can stand its ground they will have it fully surrou
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
It is said that their eyes are like obsidian doorways;
Which hold the key to the depths of the mind.
But none have the courage to look within them;
Afraid of what they'll find...
So my only advice to the weary traveller
Is to believe in the safety of the tavern
Do not look toward the darkest of corners
or you might just stir their cavern...
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...
I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death
His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face
But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow
Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...
But to me this is beaut
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
the lost heart of rose tanner 8Sitting in my room blushing like mad because I can't believe I did that. I kissed him on the cheek, he's probably is freaked out. And as if on cue mum walks in. "I don't know what you're worrying about but it can't be Alex because he has called at least six times to makes sure your doing okay" I stare at her in shock, six times? Wow..... That's so.... sweet. I smile a little. "Alrighty then, get some sleep you silly girl."the lost heart of rose tanner 8 in Short Stories More Like This
That night I slept soundlessly, it all seemed like a dream, but mum always reminded me that it wasn't.
* * *
A few months later nothing between Alex and I has changed were still just friends, but it has gotten a bit awkward. My birthday was in a few days, July 3rd. It was the first now, and Alex and I were going to the cafe, he had a performance. When we got there I started to head to a seat at the back of the cafe. "Hold on there" said Alex. I turn to him, a bit shocked. "There is no way I'm letting you sit out here by yourself." This was the cafe from a few months
landslideyou find a rock to finally lean on,landslide in Free Verse More Like This
or so you think
then you hear the call,
the warning "landslide!!!!"
you could hold on just a little bit longer
or you could move, so it hurts less when the landslide comes
will you take the chance? or will you protect yourself
will you be ready to say goodbye?
darknessdarkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring about good.darkness in Free Verse More Like This
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Walking alone in a dark alley where my father was last seen isn't one of my brightest ideas, but for some reason I know I need to be here tonight. In my bag our the letters I wrote. Walking around, coming up under the only light on the street. "Hello rosé" a deep voice comes from behind me. I turn, and for once in my life I am not afraid of the man standing behind me. "Good evening.... dad." My voice comes out and I can't even believe I'm the one who's speaking, I sounded strong, brave, unafraid. To be honest it shocked me, but not as much as what happened next.
* * *
I wonder where she is. I called twice... maybe I should call the home phone. And with that I
the lost heat of rose tanner 1It was just an ordinary day in the small town of Johnson state. Rose Tanner lay awake in her warm bed, underneath her rose patterned blankets. Rose never slept, she would get to the point of pure exhaustion before she would pass out for four too five hours. Even though she would not sleep she would dream, Rose was a daydreamer, always has been. Even though she was fifteen she had the imagination of a thousand children, when she was younger instead of having an imaginary friend she had a whole make-believe world all to herself, her own little wonderland, but Rose was no Alice, she was a simple girl. Rose had ice blue eyes, which had a habit of changing to a pure, misty white when it would rain or snow. Her hair hung about eight centimetres below her shoulders; it was a chocolate brown, which in the sun, or under water, would have a very distinctive red tint. Her lips were like a thousand rose buds had taken all eternity leading to her birth to stain them a sweet crimson. This was on ofthe lost heat of rose tanner 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anger FadesAnger fadesAnger Fades in Free Verse More Like This
Then the sadness sets in.
your not mad anymore
but you still cant open up that door
Love is such a complicated thing,
It can make or break you,
But you never know which one it is.
Love is a strange thing,
No Science can explain it,
No words can comprehend it,
Don't try to understand it,
Don't try to avoid it,
Because it will get you.
You will love and smile,
Then the anger comes
And when it fades
Your lost again,
You want those smiles back
But it hurts to much to ask.
Love is complicated
Love is happy
Love is those smiles,
But it is also the dark times,
When the anger comes and fades,
The heart feels ten tones heavy
And the sadness comes.
"I'm sorry, I love you, I want this sadness to go away..."
These are the words you are scared to say.
So the heaviness stays
and the sadness never fades.
You just wait and pray it will go away
Because of those words,
You're to afraid to say.
for ma212co121What was happening? A few seconds ago I was walking away not telling him why I was mad at him, I went out into the court yard, and as I stood there I sung "it's good to know, that I can still feel something, other then, the numbness of my life. It's good to know, that something's will never change, I want to be more than this. I guess my wish can true, he knows me but not enough to realize; he'll only ever see me as a friend nothing more. Man I wish it was raining, for when it rains the rain touches my skin, feels my sorrow and when it falls it takes it all away~" on the last note I held it for second or two. I end staring at the gray clouds that hang in the sky above me, I sigh, and then I hear the door open behind me. I whip around to see him coming threw the door. Did he hear me? "wha-" that was all I got out before his hands cupped my face, and his sweet lip touched mine. He held my face refusing to let me escape, but why would I want to? I kiss him back putting my handsfor ma212co121 in Short Stories More Like This
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I lay awake in bed wait for the alarm to go off, I look and the clock, 6:29am, one more minute. I stare at the clock, finial it reads 6:30am and my alarm goes off and plays wakin up to love. And I begin to sing along "cuz I can feel my heart beating for the very first time everything around me starts falling in line, I feel alive, so alive, I just can't hide. Something change me, change me change me oh cuz lately lately lately I've been waking up to don't ya know, I've been wakin up to love, I can here alarm clocks ringing through the window all the birds start singing, every morning we'll be wakin up to love, wakin up to love, at first I thought that I was dreaming but then it hit me like the coffee and the creaming, wakin up to love!" I sing as I get read for the day. I look at the clock. "Crap! That's the time?! I have to go!" I race down stair and mom goes through our now normal system. And I'm on the bus hunting for a good seat, when I see the idiot bugging Alex. I walk over
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Before me stood the old Jalen house. It is said to be cursed with many things. I have to go in and see if this is true.
I walk towards the old moldy oak doors. It is sad that a house that was once so beautiful, has became so old and decaed.
In the front yard, there was a broken willow, ravens flew around it.
Ravens, the followers of the night, their gaze making my skin crawl. I couldn't help but feel nervous, my mind is jumping all over the place. 'come girl focus.'
I shiver and continue towards the door. As I open it, I hear a scream that could make anyones blood curtel.
A banchy, a cruel murderous creature of the decriptive night.
There're said to have teeth and claws that could rip though steel like it was butter.
Even though I know it is foolish, I still continue down the hall.
My eyes sweep the room, taking in each detail; cracked mirrors, chanderliers covered in spider webs,
but the strangest and most frightening thing of all was the candles, and the f
the lost heart of Rose TannerIt was just an ordinary day in the small town of Johnson state. Rose Tanner lay awake in her warm bed, underneath her rose patterned blankets. Rose never slept, she would get to the point of pure exhaustion before she would pass out for four too five hours. Even though she would not sleep she would dream, Rose was a daydreamer, always has been. Even though she was fifteen she had the imagination of a thousand children, when she was younger instead of having an imaginary friend she had a whole make-believe world all to herself, her own little wonderland, but Rose was no Alice, she was a simple girl. Rose had ice blue eyes, which had a habit of changing to a pure, misty white when it would rain or snow. Her hair hung about eight centimeters below her shoulders; it was a chocolate brown, which in the sun, or under water, would have a very distinctive red tint. Her lips were like a thousand rose buds had taken all eternity leading to her birth to stain them a sweet crimson. This was on ofthe lost heart of Rose Tanner in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ChangeFrom one thing to another;,Change in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lying silent and waiting,
Still things are changing,
Becoming and creating,
Something different; something new.
Quote of the day, series 3: 43So long as he is prepared to accept the consequences, any man has an inherent right to disloyalty; in thought, in word, and in deed.Quote of the day, series 3: 43 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day, series 3: 47Important life lessons can come from the most bizarre things.Quote of the day, series 3: 47 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day, series 3: 45There can be an important difference between 'dishonorable' and 'immoral.'Quote of the day, series 3: 45 in Academic Essays More Like This
A Cautionary TaleI wrote this in my most recent Quote of the Day:A Cautionary Tale in Editorial More Like This
'Perhaps the most despicable class of people I know: those who jam their knees into the backs of people sitting in front of them.'
Some ass commented by saying:
'Despicable? Really? Does it not occur to you that those behind you may be 6 foot and that their legs may well be by far the longest parts of their bodies, rendering it almost impossible for them to NOT stick their knees in your back.
Think before you judge.'
To which I replied thusly:
'As a matter of fact, I am over six feet high, my legs are by far the longest part of my body, and I manage to NOT stick my knees in the backs of the people in front of me.'
In fact, I go to a great deal of effort and discomfort to keep my knees out of other people's backs, so when some 5'2" woman can't be bothered to keep her knees out of mine, it pisses me off.
But what pisses me off more than almost anything is said ass' easy assumption that I did not think. 'Think before you judge' 'Does it not
Quote of the day, series 3: 44People who deny the evidence of their own eyes are bound for a bad end.Quote of the day, series 3: 44 in Academic Essays More Like This
The Knight and and the LadyJohn of Gaunt drew his blade and kicked his horse forward. The five varlots he faced, seeing him alone, readied their own weapons and spread out to receive him.The Knight and and the Lady in Short Stories More Like This
John grinned and turned on the man to the end of their line; he raised his axe, but John cut at him with all the power a charging man ahorse can and his sharp blade cut through the axe's haft and into the man behind it.
John whirled about and aimed a stroke at the second man in line. Had he fools stayed together, one could have struck at his back while he deal with another. But her would not let them rcover from their mistake.
The second villain was strong of arm, and barely blocked John's slash with a rusty sword. John drew back and lunged: his point dove past man's guard and into his chest. He dropped dead, his own weight freeing John's sword.
The third man threw away his sword and ran; John ignored him for the fourth varlot, who struck at his horse.
But the mare was a trained warhorse; she twisted her head aside and his clum