.I stare at the screen, waiting for some burst of inspiration to rain upon me like a meteor shower sent straight from the gods of literature heaven.
A sigh escapes my lips, and I haphazardly bash random buttons of the keyboard, watching as the blank document before me is littered with an incoherent placement of characters. The monotone click-clack seems to just resonate with the narcoleptic beating of my heart, further fueling my senseless crusade.
Where has all my writing gone?
It feels like it was just sucked right out of my soul. Ideas constantly plague my mind, yet all I can do is write them down. When I go to type them out, nothing happens. And then, just as quickly as my urge to write appears, it is gone in a flash—and all I can do is slump forward and hope that maybe next week I'll get something productive done.
My fingers halt in their endless assault of the keyboard, and my eyes slide up to scan the nonsense I've created on the bright screen. It's n
GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;Glacial in Free Verse More Like This
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.
Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.
"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."
And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all nightAbsence in Free Verse More Like This
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,Ode to Bras in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.
Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is: in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
-My mind- in Free Verse More Like This
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
24 Hoursi.24 Hours in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.
AimlessSpring forgot how to begin anew,Aimless in Free Verse More Like This
so Winter stole her amnesic heart and tossed it to the wolves.
"Devour me," the stars seemed to beg;
so Gravity plunged them into the ocean's nebulous depths.
These lips no longer offer hymns up to fallen gods—
so Fate sacrificed herself for the chance to be reborn.
Masquerade-Chapter 1You strode into the grand, golden ballroom of Asgard's royal palace. You were dressed in a glorious [f/c] silk ball gown, the bodice plated in [gold or silver] armor. An extravagant mask of matching colors covered the top half of your face, save for your dark crimson eyes. Your [h/c] hair was fashioned into just the right style. You smiled and nodded as you passed the nobility of your realm. Well, not YOUR realm.Masquerade-Chapter 1 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By birth, you were a Jotun, a frost giant. You were far too small for them to take you into their ranks. You grew up parentless, Odin having destroyed most of the population of your realm. You did not hate him for it, far from it. You rather disliked your people for treating you as an outcast. On one of Odin's travels to Jotunheim, he found you. You were living in a shack you had fashioned out of ice, barely surviving. He offered you a home in Asg
Masquerade-Chapter 15You slogged back to your chambers and stripped yourself of your clothing. You decided to indulge in a hot bath with scented oils. When you sat down in the comforting water, you took a deep breath of the steam rising around you. The bath smelled of sandalwood and flowers. You spent who knows how long in that bath, trying to calm yourself from the days events. After maybe an hour or more, you became calm and relaxed, if a bit melancholy. You took some time to breathe in the steam and let the hot water soothe your tense muscles. You lay your head in the bath. The quiet calm of the water let you slough off some of the pain of your memories and fade into an even more restful state.Masquerade-Chapter 15 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Later on, you dried off and slipped into your nightclothes. Asgards nighttime landscape drew a smile across your lips as you looked out your window. Outside in the grass, you gazed upon Thor and Jane taking a moonlit stroll. You felt a
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chaper TenA FEW DAYS LATERImprisoned Seeking Solace-Chaper Ten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You, Sif and the Warriors Three were rushing around all day, making sure everything was perfect for Jane and Thor's big day. You, especially. It was a long day, to say the least. From the time you woke up, you were overseeing something. Jane had specifically designated you as the one in charge. While you were flattered and loved being maid of honor, you also got a little crazy when you wanted something to be perfect. The only time you got a break was to eat a quick lunch. Then, a tiny pang of guilt hit you. It was nearly high noon and you hadn't spoken to Loki at all that day. You asked for a piece of paper and pen and scribbled a little note for Loki.
I'm so sorry I haven't been to see you yet. Wedding stuff is keeping me rather occupied. I'll be in later on.
You had a servant take the note to Loki as you got up to go oversee the org
Masquerade-Chapter 9You entered the dining hall for dinner. You had taken a brief slumber after your "chat" with Loki, and you still radiated the warmth and revitalization of having just slept. Your heels clicked slowly on the floor as you rubbed your eyes. When you opened them again, you found not only Thor and your Asgardian friends at the table, but the Avengers, as well. You smiled broadly and picked up your pace.Masquerade-Chapter 9 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Well, look who's here," Tony said, raising his goblet to you.
"Hello, everyone!" you exclaimed.
Everyone gave you a friendly greeting. You made your way to the empty seat next to Bruce.
"What are all of you doing here?" you asked.
"Thor spoke with Odin about Jane coming here, and I guess Odin decided that he wanted to have all of us up here," Bruce explained. "He even let Steve bring Darcy and let Tony bring Pepper."
You looked across the row of people at the table to see Darcy sitting next to Steve and waving spastically at
Masquerade-Chapter 10You entered Loki's chambers once more. He was irked to see you, and you, him. Once the door was closed, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.Masquerade-Chapter 10 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Listen, I'm sorry for earlier," he said quietly.
He almost sounded sincere. But you weren't about to fall for it.
"No you aren't," you replied with a smirk.
Loki stood and smiled widely, showing his teeth. He chuckled lightly.
"Interesting, is it not?" he asked. "You did not raise me, you did not claim to be my parent for so many years, yet you know me the best out of anyone in this realm."
"I should think that Odin held a parental bias. I see you for the vermin you are."
Loki laughed again.
"Oh, I cannot wait to see exactly how long you can get away with saying such things to me," he snarled.
"You saw exactly how much you could get away with earlier, didn't you, Loki? Is that a cut I see on your face?"
Loki's gaze hardened.
"When will you get it into your head
Masquerade-Chapter 12You reentered Loki's chambers. The fallen prince still had that distant look in his eye; he didn't even notice you come in. You stood before him, waiting for a response. He looked at you, seeming lost in thought. Then, he looked back out his window.Masquerade-Chapter 12 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"All my life, I've felt inferior," he said softly. "I grew up in Thor's shadow, and following in Odin's footsteps was difficult. And now, I'm in a deeper pit than the one in which I started. And everything is my fault. I've lost my chance at the throne, my family, my powers "
You stared blankly at him. You searched him for any sort of lie. But, he was in deep mourning for the life he used to have, or the life he wanted.
"Now you know how it feels," you said, barely loud enough to hear.
"I hate myself. And everything else."
"I know. To be candid, I hate you as well. I always have."
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter FiveYou had spent the last little while helping Jane and Thor decide on what they wanted for their wedding feast. Literally, a feast. They'd need a whole table for Volstagg alone. They also kept you back for about half an hour, just chatting. You honestly wanted to get back to Loki. You felt some strange need to help him out. To give him someone to talk to, at least. After Jane and Thor left to take a walk, you left to see Loki. When you got there, Hogun was guarding the door. He could see you wanted in.Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter Five in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Be careful, Miss [name]," he said quietly. "Loki will use any means necessary to get out. Even if it means using you to facilitate his escape."
You blinked in surprise. You knew Hogun was deadly serious, he always was. Your old suspicion began to creep back in. You had to stay sharp. Loki was, by nature, deceptive.
Masquerade-Chapter 2The next morning, you awoke to a spectacular Asgardian sunrise. It made you grateful for your situation; you remembered the constant darkness of Jotunheim from your youth. You pulled the silk sheets to the side, exposing the satin nightgown you wore, of your signature color. You sat up and lifted your arms over your head. You pulled your arms down as you stretched. You stood and ventured to your vanity to comb out your [h/c] hair. You shed your nightdress, sauntered to your closet and chose your outfit for the day: a long-sleeved shirt, skintight pants (both in your color), cloth-lined [gold or silver] metal bands on your upper arms and forearms, and a [f/c] and metal corset. You completed your ensemble with matching boots. You briefly admired yourself in the mirror, then opened your door and walked into the golden corridor.Masquerade-Chapter 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You lived in a lovely apartment attached to the royal palace. Od
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter TwentyAfter about six hours and the setting of the sun, Thor and Jane finally got the 'Okay' to let you get back to Loki. You trekked tiredly through the castle back to your and Loki's apartment. The guard let you in without question. Your eyebrows lifted as you saw a trail of red rose petals. It led to about the middle of the living room, then forked into two separate paths, one toward the hallway to the rest of the place and one toward the darkened corner of the living room. Next to the latter trail, there was a note, written in Loki's elegant hand, reading 'Follow Me First.' You smiled. This must have been part one of the surprise. When you followed the path, you came upon a stunning dress, in your favorite color. Pinned to it was a note: 'Put me on, then follow the other roses.'Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter Twenty in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You chuckled and found a secluded corner in which to change. The dress fit you like a glove
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter OneYou had arrived in Asgard with Jane just a few days ago. She had given you the lowdown on her whole situation a few months prior. You were soon to be the maid of honor at her wedding. To the Norse god of thunder. In Asgard. You still didn't believe what you were doing, or where you were. You had met Thor, Jane's fiancé, upon your arrival. You congratulated the two of them and met Thor's friends and family. Well, most of his family. Everyone decided it would be best that you and Jane not meet his brother just yet. This piqued your interest, but you left it alone, too excited about helping Jane out with the wedding stuff.Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter One in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You looked at yourself in the mirror after getting ready that morning. You wore a lavish outfit. You were dressed in a comfortable, elegant [f/c] shirt and pants set, very chic in Asgardian fashion. You let your hair hang lo
Prussia XWife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome: Ch3~Well, that little 'punishment' that happened multiple times led to you getting pregnant. You and Gilbert were so happy! When you skipped your period, which was supposed to be a week after the first day that (b/n) went to school, you got worried that there might be something wrong with you. So you went to the doctors and they told you you were pregnant.Prussia XWife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome: Ch3~ in Romance More Like This
You were so happy that you called Gilbert as soon as you got out of the doctors and he was already home hugging you happily. When you told (b/n), he blinked confused at first, but after a little explaining aboutt brothers and sisters he got it. The look on his cute little face warmed your heart so much. You'd heard from Lili that sometimes kids don't like having another baby in the house due to the fact that they were the only one, but you caught (b/n) one day making space in his room for the incoming baby.
A couple months passed and you were starting to show, get cravings, get mood swings, and get the morning sickness... Yay.
Prussia X Wife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome: Chptr2~It was like a living hell during the years before raising him on no knowledge at all, but it did get easier for Gil and you after a couple months. A billion diapers, baby food, and nights of no sleep later, (B/n) was finally able to go to school, and your doorstep baby was five years old and ready for kindergarten.Prussia X Wife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome: Chptr2~ in Romance More Like This
Of coarse before this, you had taught him yourself on numbers, the alphabet, and eventually he reached a third grade level. Even though he was this smart, you and Gil decided that putting him through the hell of re-learning everything would be fun. Oh how you loved your little baby~
He would be going to The School of Hetalia. It was really big being as it was K-12 grade. When you told your friends you were admitting (b/n) they were so excited. Their little ones were going to be in the same grade! And (b/n) was already friends with them so you knew he wouldn't be alone on his f
Prussia X Wife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome Ch1~You were walking home from the store in your (f/c) dress, humming a song that you loved. It was a nice summer day out. Not to hot nor humid. There was even a gentle breeze! You were getting to the chorus of the song when your phone rang in your purse. Moving the bag you held to your right hand, you took your phone out of your purse to see a picture of you and your hubby. Gilbert was calling.Prussia X Wife!Reader ~Unexpected Awesome Ch1~ in Romance More Like This
You two have been married, yes, MARRIED, for almost a whole year now. And there was no doubt that you were still in the newlywed/ honeymoon stage. No matter what, if the two of you weren't together, you'd always be texting like kids in high school.
Your friends thought it weird, and your friend (Friend name), even asked you one day. "Isn't it annoying to always talk to him while your out even if you see him everyday?" You only grinned and shook your head. You loved ta
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Drawings"Drawings"Drawings in Free Verse More Like This
I drew on the walls
when life wasn’t enough
the drawings were scribbles
that made no simple sense
yet when I drew they came alive
my heart and soul expressed
pretty ponies and dinosaurs
all simple scribbles of mine
when the parent returned
and saw my mess
the blood that stained
drew a prettier picture than
my simple scribbles
Discomfortblaring coldDiscomfort in Free Verse More Like This
chill of spine
are never good
will I see
and chill of spine
and aching mind
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
HistoryThere are momentsHistory in Free Verse More Like This
that you wish never end
Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.
Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.
Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.
Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.
They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.
History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.
The DoctorThe Doctor in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them
"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine.
"We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together.
"I don't want to see the Doctor though."
And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
Monster in the BasementThe being under the basement cries at nightMonster in the Basement in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
calling out for one simple friend that it cannot have
family above ignores what it cannot see
except the little boy who hears the screams in dark hours.
Solitary hours after dusk, before dawn
child of man travels down to see the beast that wept
bringing offerings of peace, words of comfort
friendship built on mutual loneliness was molded.
Talks late at night, stars overhead burning light
exciting tales of adventures to be had
but thoughts were simply just thoughts, never to happen together
and tales in the dark were simply that, tales.
Yet the child didn’t know the importance of secrets
family was anything but kind for the monster friend.
Monsters that were unlike the people of normalcy
are unwelcome to the family of the child of man.
Horror couldn’t get away fast enough
family strung him up and though he screamed
family didn’t care for the pain of a monster
who couldn’t feel any pain either way.
Monster lost his child
RelicRoaring giants standing tallRelic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternal beings they could still fall
Clans of old that took their tolls
DystopiaDirty water,Dystopia in Free Verse More Like This
and broken seams.
Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.
Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.
Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.
Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.
Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.
Under the rug“You’ll never amount to anything,” the dust mocks me as I sweep it under the rug.Under the rug in Free Verse More Like This
“No time for self-pity today,” I tell myself, or tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that…
“I have NO interest in being friends with you. Leave me alone.” Another speck hisses, voice quiet but words filled with animosity.
“Well fine. You shouldn’t have lied about that then.” I try to sound angry. It doesn’t work.
“You’ve already messed this one up; let’s see how long it takes you to mess her sister up too!” a clod of dirt roars before it joins the dust.
That’s… that’s not true, is it? Me, messed up?
My brain helpfully provides evidence that would agree with this statement.
Depression, ADD, poor motor skills, lack of social grace, lack of social-anything-positive…
Don’t you cry, don’t you dare cry, I don’t care if that’s true or n
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
Imperfect Assembly LineIf you were to mass produce and sell humans like, let's say, electronics, what would the perfect product be?Imperfect Assembly Line in Free Verse More Like This
One that does it all?
One that cooks, cleans, does any kind of work and does it well?
Never complains, gets sick, makes a mistake?
One that isn't too old, so it can't do anything, but also not too young so that it can't learn?
No human meets all these requirements.
So is there no perfect product?
(Of course not.)
What would make a bad product?
One with any kind of illness; be it depression, cancer, AIDS, ADD, etc?
One that is nervous and shy?
One that doesn't know when to shut up?
One that can only do one job, even if it's one you disagree with?
One with a mind that may not always work right, but is its own, with beliefs and feelings it's willing to fight for?
I have many of these faults.
Am I defective?
(Because I'm pretty sure my warranty has expired)
Did you know?
Our warm, bright sun has freckles?
Our gorgeous, romantic moon's a crater face?
Our Earth, our home, has body iss
BirthdayThirty seven years ago,Birthday in Emotional More Like This
Two stars got together and made another.
His eyes made from the most illuminous verdigris supernovae
His voice made from the notes of the deepest, richest cello
His skin made of pale, smooth alabaster
And his heart from Midas' gold.
Today, we celebrate.
We draw, make collages,write, anything we can do
So that he knows we have remembered the anniversary of his birth.
That he is loved by us.
That he has made our lives happy ones.
And no matter what the medium, or even the language, we all mean the same thing
"Happy birthday, you wonderful human being."
You IdiotWhat's the point?You Idiot in Horror More Like This
It's all a lie. Everything I've ever done, everything I've ever accomplished, my whole life is a lie. A lie that gets played over and over again for the amusement of countless others. Or at least, it used to be.
You see, when you're not real to begin with, you're disposable. No one will miss you. No one will care. Personally, that doesn't bother me so much. With the other things I got going on, that's the least of my problems. What really hurts, though, what breaks my heart, is that I've been replaced. I HATE him. That bastard stole my life. And they let him! The girl I don't mind so much. But how dare they pass HIM off as me?! Now the only time someone visits me is to hurt me with glitches and to use me to get old pokemon. Usually they do the former. Why do they want to hurt me? What have I done? I only did what I was told, what I was forced to do.
Well I refuse to take this any longer. I'm done with this pre-determined life. They can let HIM ca
Hetalia Zodiac- PiscesItalyxReaderHetalia Zodiac- Pisces in Romance More Like This
Anyone here familiar with a little show called “Moral Orel”? If not, make yourself familiar with it RIGHT NOW. If so, you made my life a little easier. Orel is pretty much what I imagine when I think of a Pisces person. Naïve, sweet, optimistic… but of course, just like in his case, this presents problems.
“_________! _____________! A guy invited me over to his house for delicious pasta, but he only had burgers! Now I’m being held against my will!”
“GOD DAMNIT FELICIANO, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GOING WITH NOT-ACTUAL-STRANGERS? ‘DELICIOUS PASTA’?! THAT DOESN’T EVEN SOUND RIGHT!”
“I know, I know! I am sorry!” my Italian boyfriend whimpered . “Just save me this once and I swear I won’t let it happen again, okay?”
I sighed. “Fine. Be there in a second.”
“Yay! Thank you so much! I love you, _______!”
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” I mum
Trying not to hate you- England reader part 9__________'s birthday eventually came to pass, and after several… "attempts", she and Arthur finally conceived a child! They were overjoyed to finally be on this magical journey together…Trying not to hate you- England reader part 9 in Romance More Like This
Right. Let's go on this trip with them, shall we?
Like any first time parents, these two searched far and wide for any information about pregnancy that they could. Here's what they found vs. what they experienced.
The first trimester of pregnancy is marked by an invisible — yet amazing — transformation. And it happens quickly. Hormones trigger your body to begin nourishing the baby even before tests and a physical exam can confirm the pregnancy. Knowing what physical and emotional changes to expect during the first trimester can help you face the months ahead with confidence.
Sounds like a heartwarming experience right? Wrong.
Arthur shuddered at the sound of _________ purging her breakfast for about the 3rd time today. How could she have anything left? He wasn't sure, but it
You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision"You idiot! Why can't you be more gentlemanly?!" England yelled at America.You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision in Romance More Like This
______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.
Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.
"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.
"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"
"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.
"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.
Ooh, this will be fun.
"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.
"Go on, then!"
"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.Insomnia in Short Stories More Like This
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
I'm TryingI'm Trying.I'm Trying in Free Verse More Like This
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy? in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.
And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.
That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.
That maybe I can actually make something of myself.
Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.
Give my parents the life that they so justly
Home AloneHome Alone.Home Alone in Free Verse More Like This
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany. in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be able to see any sort of clarity.
Below the discoloured and tarnished ceiling.
I am held captive by my dishevelled duvet.
With only material possessions at my grasp.
Surrounded by a hybrid of silence and vulgarity.
Accompanied by the foul scents of decay and pollution.
Observing a society that stand and act like naïve slaves.
This is the
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose. in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
SilenceSilence.Silence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
ObsoleteObsolete.Obsolete in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
ArtArt.Art in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
jeremy lives in the present.jeremy is the type of man who is scared that if he falls between the lines of sanity and dreams, he might never find his feet. he is the type of man who runs all the way home in his suit because he thinks hes chased by demons. he swears the only time they fell asleep was when she ran her fingers up and down his piano-ribs.jeremy lives in the present. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
jeremy is the type of man who has always been ten pounds below slender, who has always had hair two inches longer than chic and spiderweb-fingers strong enough to make a woman wonder. he is the type of man who wears clothes that are always this side of wrinkled with his grandfathers watch in one of his pockets. he thinks digital clocks sapped the magic out of time and its no wonder everyone is running late.
jeremy is the type of man who falls asleep listening to the radio with a vodka in his hand. he is the type of man who hears his past in-between the chorus and the verse and would sing along if he could carry a tune. instead he hums along unde
let's run away.lets get out of town. lets steal the neighbors truck and drive it into the ocean. lets melt along desert highways and freeze on mountain ranges. lets fill our lungs with saltwater and wring out our hearts in sundried wind.let's run away. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
trust me, my bags are already packed. i need to sit in the passenger seat with my feet hanging out the window. i need to hold your hand and let the distance fade our problems like a school-yard-eraser. because in that truck cab, there cant be anything but us. there wont be room for our insecurities or mistakes or flaws or regrets. there will just be us.
and thatll be enough. well stop only to get gas and food when we have to. we wont look at a map because there wont be any way to write directions to happiness, well just have to find that on our own. and if it takes months, then at least well be trying, at least well be moving instead of rusting over, instead of turning black wit
caroline dreams in technicolorcaroline is the type of girl to keep her eyes open when she kisses.caroline dreams in technicolor in Short Stories More Like This
she is the type of girl who has an open-twenty-four-seven heart. she draws swirls in empty spaces because she says all the white on the page makes her feel lonely, as if she might fall between the lines and never get up again.
she is the type of girl who thinks the idea of sitting under trees is more beautiful than actually doing it, because no matter how poetic you think you look, at the end of the day youre still itching, covered in ants and hot.
but shell still do it, because looking poetic is all she has.
[sometimes, caroline thinks falling in love is lot like sitting under trees.]
caroline once fell in love at 10:30 a.m. and fell out at 10:32 a.m.
she laughed, put a hand to her chest, said he stole a piece of her heart but that was okay because she planned to give it all away anyways. it was useless to her, a rusting instrument trapped behind tone-deaf ribs that could be musical in the ri
try to understand.so, i guess thats that.try to understand. in Children and Teen More Like This
i guess it is.
i want you to know that im going to think about you. every night.
i imagine ill think about you too.
ill probably cry in my pillow when our song comes on my shuffle and ill dig up that picture i buried in the back of my closet when i threw away the rest.
why will you keep it?
because we look happy and somewhere down the road ill be happier for having kept it. not at first, because at first its going to sting like hell. which is why ill bury it. but in the middle of the night when i dont have the sun to shine in my eyes and distract me, ill need to look at it and remind myself that the tears are worth it.
i dont want to make you cry.
i know and thats part of the reason why theyll be worth it. you arent stealing them from me, im giving them freely. i wont
good thing we're fools.I think I might love you.good thing we're fools. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I think thats a stupid thing to say, why would you say something like that?
Because when you look at me my toes curl and my stomach flutters.
Is that a quote from a book?
No. I dont think so. I dont know. It all gets a little mixed up sometimes.
So you love me like they love in books.
Question or statement?
Question, then. And, yes. I love you like Scarlett loves Rhett, like Elizabeth loves Mr. Darcy, like-
Stop, just stop. Dont love me like that. What happens after the last page?
We continue on loving like happily-ever-forever.
No, wed drop off, we'd end. Love isnt static, it doesnt continue in a flat line. Who can carry the same tune for years? We rise, we fall, we bump arms and step on each others toes. Ill annoy you because I cant stand going to Chr
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
We Are So FragileHumans are so fragile,We Are So Fragile in Free Verse More Like This
We break so easily with words and actions.
Some are just better at hiding the shattered pieces than others.
DevilHe does not have horns,Devil in Free Verse More Like This
He has no whipping tail,
He lacks bright red skin,
And he has no feet of a goat.
I cannot imagine him as that.
To me he can be any hair color he wants,
Maybe he has skin a gorgeous tan,
And a grin that could charm anyone,
Even you and me.
He could take any image he truly wants.
I think the devil looks like one of us,
A handsome looking bloke nonetheless,
But a deceptively human looking devil,
Ready and waiting for one to fall for his charms.
Stitched Up (1/?)Steve left the diner feeling happier than he had in a long time. He had been wandering through a new part of town, when he had found this old diner with a little old lady, Delia, who ran it. He'd settled in a booth, nostalgia washing over him as he thought of the Diner he frequented in Brooklyn , back before the serum made him a super soldier. He had been reading the menu, quietly wondering why he didn't go out to eat by himself more often, when Delia had come to take his order and promptly dropped her notepad, gushing about how she remembered watching one of the Captain America shows when she was younger. Steve had signed a napkin for her, and, when closing time came around, hung around for about an hour afterwards so they could sit and talk without Delia having to help other customers. It felt nice, having someone gush over him for something he did back in the day, before the Avengers. It reassured him that he actually accomplished something during that time, even when he just felt lStitched Up (1/?) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stitched Up (4/?)Tony woke first out of the three Avengers, all who had ended up sleeping on the floor, surrounded by cushions they had dragged in from various rooms shortly after Loki fell asleep. Thinking of their misunderstood martian God, Tony turned to the bed, eyes widening when he found it empty, completely devoid of life.Stitched Up (4/?) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shit, shit, shit. He thought, turning about the room silently, determined not to wake his friends until he knew Loki was actually missing. He crept through the pillows to the other side of the room, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw light spilling out from beneath the bathroom door. That relief soon turned to concern as he heard breathy sobs from within. He pushed on the door, saying silent thanks when he found it unlocked, and slowly moved into the bathroom, turning to look behind the door.
"Oh, Loki." A crippling sadness gripped him as he found the God of Mischief bent before the mirror, one had gripping the sink, knuckles white, the other pressing down on t
Stitched Up (8/?)"Stark, what the fuck is he doing here?" Clint growled, arrow already notched and aimed at Loki's forehead, whose eyes were wide with fear. Tony dropped the knife, moving round the table to push in front of him. Clint lowered his bow slightly, but his face remained royally pissed off. Natasha appeared behind him, hand flying to her gun. Her eyes swept the room, locking on the God of Mischief, who had left his seat and crouched, shaking, in the corner of the kitchenette that was furthest from the assassins. The black widow holstered her gun, approaching the God with unexpected hesitancy. Tony watched, tense, ready to jump to Loki's aid if necessary.Stitched Up (8/?) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What happened to him?" She murmured, kneeling in front of him, not touching, nor so close as to scare him. She looked almost....concerned, Tony thought.
"Odin." Clint whipped around to face Steve and Bruce, entering from the balcony. Steve moved rapidly across the room, pushing Clints bow down in his surprise. If the Cap and Banner w