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Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy in Free Verse More Like This
the impossible
the childish
the unseen
the absurd
the silly
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
fairies
dragons
unicorns
spirits
elves
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and
S E C R E T Ss omethingS E C R E T S in Free Verse More Like This
e veryone
c onceals
r eadily
e ven
t hough
s ecrets
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Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was
Written AnatomySkin like dehydrated parchmentWritten Anatomy in Free Verse More Like This
Blood like deluged ink
Sink a blade into the seamed veins
And let the words of life all flow free
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.Dream in Free Verse More Like This
never
ever
ever
stop
Dreaming.
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyesNo More Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
Of emptiness
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
without you?
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
Diamonds And GlassA human soul is like a glass vase. So fragile, so easy to break. Just one touch, and it can shatter into a thousand shards. So many pieces that not even a lifetime would be enough turns of the clock to meld it all back together.Diamonds And Glass in Free Verse More Like This
So instead of being glass...
Why don't we turn our souls into diamonds instead?
After all, diamonds are one of the strongest materials to be found in nature that can be shaped into something beautiful.
Who wants to be seen as glass that can be pulverized with the slightest of pressure, when instead you can be viewed as one of the most durable and gorgeous souls in the world?
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something
Who Are You?"Who Are You?"Who Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
Not everything in our lives
Will be handed to us on plates
I can tell you once we're alive
We have such undecided fates
There are those who like to strive
And always question themselves
Like the bees that buzz in hives
Honey doesn't make itself
Some of us are leaders
We grab bulls by their ropes
If you fall into this category
You will never lose your hope
But some hide and cower
Running from their fears
This prolongs the inevitable
When they break down after years
Others are just so lazy
They don't even want to try
They reside in rooms so hazy
They stare with bloodshot eyes
There are those who keep on tryin
Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I came from
I'm not talking about birth
I'm referring to those times
Before humans walked the earth
What were we before then?
Is there truth to claim?
Was it planned or random chance
I hold my name today?
What kind of power
Created the extremes?
The planets and their moons
And everything inbetween
Why do I come across
The people that I greet?
Is it just by pure luck
Or fate and destiny
Why do old friends exit?
Why do new friends enter?
Our lives are merry-go-rounds
And we're stuck at the center
Why my color eyes?
Why my color skin?
Why the life I lead?
Why these thoughts within?
Why
Rage Day"Rage Day"Rage Day in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.
You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.
I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.
One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories wi
Lucky Penny"Lucky Penny"Lucky Penny in Free Verse More Like This
One time when I was walking to the corner store
I found a penny in a puddle laying on the floor
Old Abe was looking especially lonely so
I picked him up and continued on the go
At that moment it never occurred to me
That what I was holding was a lucky penny!
And the reason to which how I know
Was that moment when I hit the elusive lotto
My jaw dropped; I was at a loss for words
To think a penny could bring luck was absurd
But i kid you not; when I walked out of that store
The skies were blue; the power restored
See, this town had been without electricity for weeks
And I too had gone on such a hunger streak
Crossin
The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present in Free Verse More Like This
During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.
I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes
Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.
For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his
Stroke"Stroke"Stroke in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so numb; so far away
What happened to my arms and legs?
I can't hear noise; did I speak?
Why are muscles growing weak?
I'm losing balance; I've fallen down
The room is spinning round and round
Like tracing lines that have no end
I've tried but fallen down again
No one can hear me on the floor
Screaming into rooms next door
Hearing voices inside of me
They scream for help so silently
I blacked out but couldn't tell
Where's my heart or body cells
Waking up near cold white beds
Tears from eyes soon start to shed
What just happened?; I wonder why
Why people soon did cry
I think my mother finally spoke
"Oh Dear
Reincarnation"Reincarnation"Reincarnation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have walked in the shadows of my former self
Without respect for I or anybody else
And in darkness I was told to stay away from
The temptations of man or reincarnation
As I stare at the world vanishing from my eyes
I wish to evaporate into the brisk sunrise
And be whisked away like the petals from a rose
And be carried to where the wind blows down the road
I wish not to become human like the days before
I learned to ignore the vultures banging at my door
Pecking away with their beaks razor sharp
Like an axe slicing through an old, dead tree's bark
Maybe I'll revisit as an idea in your mind
Or haunt the space to
Start The Fire"Start The Fire"Start The Fire in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes
And know I'm with you tonight
Can you feel the fire burn and crackle?
Can you feel my hands grip and grapple?
Keep them closed
As the fire warms our toes
As the fireflies engross
Our two bodies as they glow
Do not open them yet
Do not stop or push reset
Can you feel our bodies start to sweat?
Do you remember when our lips first met?
Look up towards the night
Towards the stars in the sky
The ones that match the bright
Stars in your eyes
Take my hand now
And to you I solemnly vow
To make your night as bright
As those fireflies and their lights
Keep holding my hand
Because I know where you've been
As the a
Demons Within"Demons Within"Demons Within in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt like the walls are closing in
And that narrow passageway continues to grow thin?
I can feel these walls pushing, choking my veins
And squeezing out the life in me, leaving me deranged
I can make these walls crumble like an empire
That has been set ablaze through flare and fire
And every burn I make, I can see a demon
Fly out of my skin the more the burn is deepened
These four walls, four corners, and a floor
Captivate all I see and still furthermore
Within these walls I am my own enemy to my skin
When everything hurts; my horrors lay within
I can take myself and from the beginning
I could brea
That One Friend"That One Friend"That One Friend in Free Verse More Like This
You know that one friend
Who you cordially invite
Who eats all your food
And ruins the night?
That one friend you hate
But you can't resist
Because you're too nice
And so it persists.
You feel sorry
Because they're alone
And their sad excuse
Gets them in your home.
You know they're lying
But not to look rude
You keep them from crying
Not to ruin good moods
You know that one friend
Who slowly ruins your life?
They drag you down with them
Someone get a knife.
Because you want to cut ties
But just then they change
Or so they pretend to
Just so they stay.
Then you're stuck with them
But inside your head
You imagine them on fir
AddictionA smile spreads across my face,Addiction in Free Verse More Like This
As the sounds vibrate in my head
Dance in my thoughts,
Flow through my mind.
A whole world is painted in my mind
As the words combine with their notes,
Colours racing behind my eyes,
Spinning, jumping, whirling…
How can I end this world inside me,
How can I stop before the final crescendo,
A wave of bliss racing, growing
Before it fades into the distance.
More, more, again, again!
I cannot stop, not now, not ever!
Don't speak to me now,
Leave me alone!
When I feel depressed,
It lightens my day,
And when it stops
I can't help but yearn for more.
What else is an addiction,
But that inextingui
By Christmas...It's a miracle that I survive,By Christmas... in Free Verse More Like This
Stepping out of my hole towards you
Over the corpses of friend and foe alike.
Are you as sick of this as I am?
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy infant so tender and mild…
"By Christmas it will all be over"
Or so we believed as we entered this hell.
But tonight's that holy night of December
And the torture has only just begun.
Leise rieselt der Schnee,
Still und starr ruht der See,
Weihnachtlich glänzet der Wald,
Freue dich, 's Christkind kommt bald…
What mattered just this morning
Is of no importance now.
Whether you're English, Germa
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
I'm sorry...
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
I'm sorry!
You're
Pat
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
-
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Bu
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the li
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
-
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…
-
So this is the only way, that
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might tak
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio
Hotness (Pervy AustriaXReader)Two things and two things only occupied Roderich Edelstein's mind.Hotness (Pervy AustriaXReader) in Romance More Like This
One of them was of course his beloved piano, the one he played to pieces whenever he had the chance. He loved the feeling of the ebony and ivory under his fingers, the reverberating chimes that surrounded him.
The other was you. Not that you knew of course, but your denseness was something that he adored as well. Whenever he played his instrument, the reason he was so absorbed by it was simple; when he played, he imagined you under his fingers.
His imagined versions of your moaning, trembling for him as he moved his hands over the keys were so real to him. That was the rea
Mad libs (BTTXReader)“Just calm down okay?!” You cried, growling at the three boys sprawled on your floor. “No way!”Mad libs (BTTXReader) in Romance More Like This
“We have to decide who sleeps where right?” Antonio nodded vigorously. “Yeah! I mean someone gets the spare bed and the others have to sleep on the sofa!”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You should’ve known inviting the notorious trio of boys might not have been your brightest idea. And you’d even asked them for a sleepover.
If I’m ever able to go back in time, I’ll kick my own arse! You swore to yourself as you settled yourself down on the couch. “Let&rs
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.Hasty (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his ton
His return (Viking NorwayXReader)“They’re back!”His return (Viking NorwayXReader) in Romance More Like This
You started from your seat, standing up and glancing around at the other women of the village. “Quick, get to the pier!” You cried, lifting your skirts to dash to the waterfront. Sure enough, the dragon headed ship was slowly crawling its way back across the water.
When you saw the faint outline of a man at the front of the ship, your heart skipped a beat. You’d missed him for so long now, the memory of his touch fading each day and now he was finally returning to you.
He held his hand up in greeting and instantly the crowds of women and children responded by waving animatedly and yelling
Sleeping positions (RomaniaXReader)Blearily you blinked your eyes open, the familiar warm feeling as always present. Glancing down you confirmed what you’d suspected. Vladimir breathed out softly, his hair ruffled up completely and several curls sticking out from it.Sleeping positions (RomaniaXReader) in Romance More Like This
He tightened his arms around you, snuggling his face deeper into your chest. Blushing slightly, you stroked his hair, attempting to at least straighten out some of it. You always seemed to end up in this position, no matter how you’d started the night before.
It didn’t seem that comfortable to you; his head was nowhere near his cushion and he was practically buried underneath the cover.
It was
Your child (Child CanadaXReader)The little blond's body trembled as you washed him gently. The warm water soaked him thoroughly, grit and dirt drifting in the bath. You were horrified at the amount of filth you managed to clean from him, but you had to admit that he already looked a lot better.Your child (Child CanadaXReader) in Romance More Like This
The boy you'd discovered in the alley close to your home was small, frightened and quivering like a leaf. His stained clothes and teddy-bear were spinning in the washing machine at that very moment and you rinsed his hair a few times.
He'd regained a bit of colour on his cheeks and he splashed the water between his dimpled hands. You replayed the scene from before in your head.
"W
Kisses don't just heal (SpainXReader)You started, dumping the washing up in the sink when you heard a crash and a loud wail. “Toni?” You shouted through the bathroom door, worried about what your flatmate had gotten up to this time.Kisses don't just heal (SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Chicaaaaaa!!!” He yelled over the splash of water and after finding the door was unlocked, you burst in. Antonio’s hand was bleeding badly and you immediately grasped his hand in yours. Wincing, he bit his lip as you examined his knuckles.
It wasn’t a pretty sight; it actually looked as though his skin had some holes in it. Doing your best not to gag, you pushed his hand back under the tap. “What the hell
Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader)“You’re just too chicken!” Alfred cried, pointing at you. “Am not!” You shouted back and growled when he started squawking. “Prove it.” He said, a smug look on his face.Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not, you grabbed the cinnamon and a spoon. Alfred leant on the counter behind him, his arms crossed and watching your every move.
After sending him a withering look you heaped some of the amber spice on the spoon. You gulped once and placed the cinnamon in your mouth. Alfred smirked at you, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it.
You managed to swallow most of it, then you col
Cold hands (Male UkraineXReader)“Dmitri!” You cried, flinging yourself at the Ukrainian in the doorway. A flurry of snowflakes scurried inside with him as he tried to close the door without letting go of you. “I missed you!” You told him, planting kisses on his cold cheeks.Cold hands (Male UkraineXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Hang on...” he murmured, pecking your nose as he shrugged off his wet trench coat and knitted scarf. “There we go!” Dmitri took hold of you properly, discarding his gloves in the process.
He smiled happily as you returned the hug, your warm hands tracing his cooler frame. Shivering slightly at the difference in temperature, he pressed his forehead agains
Valentine Bruises: Prussia and ReaderValentine Bruises: Prussia and Reader:Valentine Bruises: Prussia and Reader in Short Stories More Like This
That morning was like any other winter morning, it was too cold. An eerie quite settled over the land like the blanket of snow outside and the smell of peanut butter wafted through the air.
You sighed and sat up. Your mom would come in any minute waving a plate of peanut butter and toast, there would be no denying it and your day would begin.
So instead, you snuck out to the kitchen, grabbed the piece of toast and stuffed it in your mouth on the way to the bathroom, not caring if it was meant for you or not.
Once you brushed the peanut butter from your teeth, washed your face, and combed your hair,
Don't Touch: America and Pregnant ReaderDon't Touch: America and Pregnant ReaderDon't Touch: America and Pregnant Reader in Short Stories More Like This
He tried his best to resist; using cold sodas and bags of crunchy chips to fill the bottomless void that was his stomach. The thought of disappointing her should’ve been enough, but it was futile. It was waiting for him. Its creamy sweet existence radiated from inside the frozen cell and called out. He remembered, begrudgingly, that it was for his relatives, the Kirkland’s, most of whom just wanted the free food and drinks. They wouldn’t care if there was nothing to go with the pie. He convinced himself one spoonful would satisfy the itching thirst on his tongue and she wouldn&rs
Kiss of Fate: Romania and ReadKiss of Fate: Romania and Reader:Kiss of Fate: Romania and Read in Short Stories More Like This
You crept down the hall, listening for the crinkling of wrappers and the sound of candy being hungrily devoured. Your husband Vladimir had snuck off with the bag of Halloween candy and trick-or-treating would start soon.
“Vladimir?” you asked.
Then you heard the crumple of paper, quick shuffle of weight, and a foot accidently hitting against the door. It had come from the hall closet.
You leaned against the closet door. You couldn’t hear anything, but a gut feeling made you reach for the door knob.
The door swung open and on the floor surrounded by candy wrappers and making candy cor
How about a drink? Denmark and ReaderHow about a drink? Denmark and Reader:How about a drink? Denmark and Reader in Short Stories More Like This
You wished the coffee shop had stricter rules, especially along the lines of co-workers. The revelation had hit you the night before. You had to practically drag yourself out of the bed in the morning, legs heavy with dread and eyes misted with worry, reluctant to start the work day and feeling slightly stupid for not noticing it earlier.
He was a nice guy; he was tolerable on good days to the other co-workers, cheerful, a bit obnoxious, and usually smelled a bit like beer. His appearances matched his personality perfectly with sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong jaw. It would be easy f
Warmth and Worries: Russia and ReaderWarmth and Worries: Russia and Reader:Warmth and Worries: Russia and Reader in Short Stories More Like This
You don’t expect much out of a tiny apartment. It fills up fast with boxes and newlywed’s suitcases packed to the point of bursting also take up too much room, but in the end it’s worth it. You have a little sanctuary for just the two of you. Someplace where you could escape from some of the worries from work and he could escape the cold.
You had nothing to worry about when you were with him, and he was never cold. That’s how it had worked out when you were dating. Most movie nights you would fall asleep snuggled against him with a pounding headache that he tried his best to
Doubt: 2P AmericaxReaderxAmeriDoubt: 2P AmericaxReaderxAmericaDoubt: 2P AmericaxReaderxAmeri in Short Stories More Like This
Some people wondered how you could stand him. He was perverted, rude, and had a head so big you would have thought he would be smarter. Even when asked you couldn’t think of a single time he had been remotely charming, let alone held the door for you. How could his cocky smile and dirty words even convince you to go on the first date? Let alone the one you were on now?
“I’ll have the…” (You tried to ignore the twisted feeling in your stomach. What you were ordering didn’t sound edible.) Spiced Mantequilla de Murcia Olives?” you tried, giving a nervous smile to th
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It was soft like a cotton blanket on a bitter winter morning when warmth is cherished and the sun is just peeking over the hills of snow. It was ribbons of honey dripping down a bronze spoon, mixed into curls of toffee and butterscotch. You wanted to run your fingers through it and feel the warmth of spring in those golden locks. Locks that seemed to melt at the slightest disturbance which assured you that it was real.
But you couldn’t disturb him. He was asleep; his curl bobbed on gentle breath like wheat on a windy day. Though, instead of basking in the warm glow of dusty sunlight, he was illuminated by the
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Death slowly curled the greying leaves which were shying away from the last bits of sun as early September frost delicately dusted the crackly plant as it bent downward in sorrow of its last moments. If you reached out a gloved hand, you would feel something ominous and dreadful in the small plant that had bloomed that summer and brought so much happiness to your homesick husband who now knelt beside the corpse, it wasn’t human, but just looking at it brought the same dread as watching flagged cars.
“I-I’m sorry,” you choked, tears pricking at your eyes. It was hard seeing your
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It was a dark day in history for some people, the last bit of happiness being taken from their lives after the incident. You just shrugged it off only feeling a bit disappointed about it and not realizing until you got home how this would affect you.
You knew Alfred would be slightly affected by the turn of events, but not so much that when you got home you wouldn’t see him sitting on the couch with a loose tie, hunched over a video game control while the TV reflected off his glasses as he killed who knows what in the game, having either a container of instant macaroni or a warm bag of food from McDonal
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Cold nipped at your nose and cheeks, the only exposed part of you. It was cold enough to keep freezer groceries outside and freeze bathroom floors. The snow, powdery like donut sugar, was about a foot thick and stuck to your sweat pants, now wet and sticking to your shivering legs.
Yet it wasn't cold enough to cancel school. The roads were clear and only slightly slippery. You sighed and your breath came out in a thick cold fog, disappearing seconds later into the snow speckled air. Of course the bus had to be late on the coldest day, leaving you all alone at the curb, your only "companion" being
Falling. Alone?When will the rain stop falling?Falling. Alone? in Free Verse More Like This
When will the reaper stop calling?
Did I do something wrong?
I must have
To suffer for this long.
It's not like I didn't try,
And it's not like you did
But I never got to ask why
I just ran and hid.
'Honesty is the best policy'
That's what they say
But I doubt they know truth at all,
Being who they are today.
If I could, I'd wish it away
But I can't
So I'm alone today;
Meant to die here this way.
Alone.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Kiss.
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
Going berserk.
So sharp so
Good
I know I
Could
And really I
Would
Because I
Should.
Arm’s too full of blood
Of scars
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
Ruby caresses
My diary of my
Crimson lament
Showing one
Statement;
I am still
Alive.
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitarThis is Me, Begging in Free Verse More Like This
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.
What is this?
It's a plea
A beg
For you
From me
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.
I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenWe Are/You Aren't in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
Or something
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
There.
I said it.
And you
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm thousands.
I'm the ones people laugh at,
Spit at,
Swear at,
Destroy.
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
Bleeding,
Lying,
Hoping
That death will come.
See?
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Death.
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Carry OnI like sharp things;Carry On in Free Verse More Like This
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.
I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.
I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,Just One More in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.
Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.
Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.
I should have seenI tryI should have seen in Free Verse More Like This
And I try
To be better
And better
I try to be perfect
I want no fault
All for you
I only wish to be everything
And give you everything
I didn't know
I was hurting you
Again and again
You told me I was fine
There's nothing wrong
I should have understood
And accepted myself
We all have faults
It doesn't mean there's something wrong
I just wanted to reach the impossible
I wanted to be perfect
For you
I'm sorry
I should have seen
You love me
For me
Nothing Like That MomentWhen with one handNothing Like That Moment in Free Verse More Like This
We hold each other's head
And with the other
We pull each other close
When our soft lips lock
Under passionately closed eyes
We embrace
It's that moment
That the world doesn't matter
Our worries, nonexistent
And all there is
is each other.
A New and Bright FriendshipIt's always been hard to explain my feelingsA New and Bright Friendship in Free Verse More Like This
But right now I'm speechless
I've never thought I could care so much
So quickly
Yet here I am
Offering my help and support
No matter what.
Some of my darkest corners
Smile when I talk to you
My worries begin to fade
And my stomach feels warm
A new and bright friendship
I'm just glad I met you.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mindSo What Do I Do? in Free Verse More Like This
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Tell me.
ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
I hurt
I break
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hidin
What is wrong with me?I'm a monsterWhat is wrong with me? in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,Errors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke
Brain StormMy brain sloshes ‘round within my skullBrain Storm in Free Verse More Like This
The waves pounding against my temples
Endless chatter screeches like seagulls
My thoughts erupt the cortex as lava
Travelling through my body to Vena Cava
Poisoning my violent beating heart
Rattling the physical and spiritual apart
Where the dust lies one’s mind a chemical eruption
Silence goes unnoticed, in the brain full of disruption
Feelings like tornados uprooting reasoning
Destruction, anger deepening
Where there is silence surfacing the outer skin
There is insanity devising its design for turmoil within
Flaying neurons and catastrophic brain signaling
From subconscious preconditioni
Dark ShawlI see those eyes all sparkling clear,Dark Shawl in Free Verse More Like This
Stare at me while I’m standing here.
Heart shaking, all wrapped in fear;
Looking down at concrete, glimpsing
Pretty nails and costly pedicure,
But who needs those to feel secure.
Just give me my black shawl,
So I can crawl
Behind the cloven alleys;
Watching, waiting,
For life I am indentured
To black, and being depraved
Of all the things that I’m not allowed,
In my world against the crowd.
So give me my darkened shawl,
I’ll hide behind, hoping to go by
Noiselessly, quietly
Behind a shadowed human wall.
Superficial MeThe External Struggle Inc.Superficial Me in Free Verse More Like This
435 Insecurity Drive
Planet Earth, America
February 1, 2013
The Internal Self Co.
P.O. Box E. Heartland Drive
Planet Earth, Reality
Dear Internal Self:
I know you are good
I know how you're able
I know you are beautiful
And quite capable
I know you are strong
I know that you're graceful
I know you’re perseverant
And wholly faithful
I know you're secure
A moral silhouette
I know that you will forgive
And forever forget
I know that you're smart
I know how you've been brave
I know that you’re respected
And always behave
I know you’re thankful
I know how you're friendly
I know you are flexible
And
Take a BreatherI’m not a model nor superstarTake a Breather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I’m just as special as the next rock star
I’m not the queen of wonderland
But I have a heart and I understand
I’m not a magician nor actress
but I have good tastes as an artist
One day you may find me rotted in my chair
Where I sat and wrote my little heart out there
Well I may not be an amazing athlete
But in math and science I sure got you beat
I’m not a famous singer
But I am a wild dreamer
While I may not be strong and without fear
I am at least brave enough to shed a tear
While I don’t always have perfect things to say
I can sure give good hugs away
While I
Despicable MeThere huddling in the corner;Despicable Me in Free Verse More Like This
A pathetic existence,
Whimpering beast and lost soul
Heart beating but half full
Its face all worn and ghostly vile
As though a man but without a smile
Its eyes bloodshot from hate
Coordinating with a deadly fate
And I cowered from its horrid dreams
They unleashed tormenting screams
I couldn’t bare to look through it
The ugliest thing I’d ever seen,
A host of envy seized its eyes,
Its mouth a foaming rage
Its face ashen like a grave
It incapable of beauty
To itself it was a slave
Everything it stood for broke my heart
All the dreadful moaning of it, pushed me apart
And when the blood dripped fro
Thanks to You LoveThanks to You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cannot
Comprehend
It’s like a lie
That you tell to me
This word abused, confused
Meant to say you’re a game
You’re nothing more, nothing less
Pray tell, next time, if it’s love or lust
This word, thanks to you, I no longer trust
PridePridePride in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nervous
Sick, stupid
Worried they’ll think
You are dumb, useless
Building a wall between
Acquaintance and a friendship
It controls thoughts and opinions
So you can’t make the right decisions
Pride, it’s fear, it’s ego, it’s mind control
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautifulDying to be Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull
When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving
Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful
I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in
But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be
Foreign language in fanfictions - my humble adviceLet me start with a small explanation:Foreign language in fanfictions - my humble advice in Personal More Like This
I am probably a rather rare case of a fanfiction and reader insert lover whose native language is not English and who can understand 5 languages without a problem. And this is the reason why I probably notice things in fanfictions that most others don't. This is why I want to try and make you see what I experience and feel as a reader when I encounter foreign expressions and language in fanfictions.
I hope this entry will help you a little bit if you are unsure if you should use any foreign expressions or not and how I think they should be treated. This, of course, is solely my own opinion, so please keep it in mind. I have absolutely nothing against your own opinions on this topic.
I really like fanfiction but I especially love Hetalia-related reader inserts because of the foreign languages and the many things I learn while reading them. I think it's pretty awesome that I now can say "I love you" in more than 10 different
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