you arei want a city ruinedyou are in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
learning to forget how to readi hate it a littlelearning to forget how to read in Free Verse More Like This
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
that i am more to you
than just a body
to hold onto at night
and without knowing you
too much past your body
and copy shops,
i am afraid to so much as
think of this
(the fear is sharp,
yet i know better
than to lie)
my dead gay brother becomes memore and more i am becoming an invisible monster.my dead gay brother becomes me in Free Verse More Like This
i can't cry without an audience
i am willing to bend and bend and bend and
to just get a little
love love love lovelvoe lvoelve love love love
i will do anything for you if you just tell me you love me
i am a nobody
with backbreaking pains to become something beautiful
and if i can't have that
i want to be invisible
i want to be nothing
oh how i wish it wasn't so
as nothing as i am
i want you to love me.
leonardwoodi had missed you before i'd met you;leonardwood in Free Verse More Like This
i am missing you before you've left
&today you are gone.
there is nothing,
no drink nor organic acid nor chemical high
to dim the lights on the epilleptic flashes
of love i can't let go,
the panic i blindly follow
as your airplanes leave from boston
&chicago and turn from wings to wheels
as a bus takes you three hours further
to a war zone in missouri.
you told me you loved me
as you vanish for nine months
of the next year.
you promise letters to make up
for the fear you impressed upon us,
love i never let leave,
an empty room i could never stay;
you promised me words
&a heart a thousand miles west
&hopes through two letters a month
that we will not be as broken
as the mirrors i look into,
trying to find what my face looks like
when i know i am wrong.
i want to see the beauty
that men who love me see;
i want to hold onto you
while promising myself to another,
i love you until it hurts
i love you until i can't any more
and i love you sti
sparkle motionwe sat in your basement-sparkle motion in Free Verse More Like This
you on the couch,
and i in your arms-
like we did every night
of the summer.
i'm sorry i forgot
that a thousand things
had changed in those four months;
i was too intent
on your touch again,
a feeling i regrettably
had been missing,
and donnie darko
flashing across the screen.
it made me think,
how donnie went back
he saved the people he loved,
and that just didn't
it made me think,
i already said that.
i wonder if i went back in time,
would i switch seats
to say i love you?
would i fix us
and the miles and miles
so often between?
would you be safer-
would you be happier,
if i replaced my
eagerness with apathy,
and we never wrung ourselves dry
over a dozen states?
(i never meant to doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.)
155this is not the time or place for us to speak like this. we are sitting in your car at the walmart parking lot. it's not a mile from my house, but it's better than stopping at the dead end of my street.155 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we don't move for the five seconds following the moment you cut the ignition; from there, your eyes drop to the stuffed animal you won me -- a token of the high-noon days of our summer -- that oscillates between your hands.
the sun shifts from low to lower, dipping behind clouds and city silhouettes until the lights come on. the list of things i need to tell you becomes unreadable in the failing light, so you press a button and i can see again.
i wish there was a button like that for you, and for me. maybe it would be between the fingers of our opposite hands, so if the webbings of our thumbs met in embrace, you would remember the way you felt for me in the nights we spent on friends' couches, just revelling in the feel of each other's bodies
first weekend and realisationsyou begin to talkfirst weekend and realisations in Free Verse More Like This
because talking means that
someone else can't
&you start to realise
(as most girls do)
that you have a boyfriend
he's not just a boyfriend;
he's your boyfriend
&he's not just better than
anyone else in the world
he's better than
anything else in the world
&you would trade years off your life
to spend a little longer with him
or to see him smile when he's sad
or to feel his face in your hair
the way he does when he hugs you
&you can't feel it
because right now he's too far away
but distance is only the space between
point a and point b
between you&between me
&if you give it just a little more time
you'll realise nothing has changed
and the disjointed rhythms
your heart beats out like a drum
sticks like a song in your head
the moment you watch recognition
hit his eyes
when you walk in.
blue morningsholding outblue mornings in Free Verse More Like This
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
this is not what
i asked for.
i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
for you to touch my heart;
you lent me your body
and a person
much more than is sure
as the stars.
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
that you were less afraid.
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished vessel-
you speak to me too softly
for me to believe
that you don't feel at least
half of what i do.
i need words-
less poetic than a letter,
but more honest than one as well-
written on my wrists
so that when i look at my hands
you can't give yourself
what you want most,
or why i am able,
to wrap you in my arms,
too pale for an
home is in the hollow of darkness .collabi stand quivering,home is in the hollow of darkness .collab in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a candle's flame open
in the winter breeze.
my heart skips
a beat. then another,
death feels like this, when
you let it creep into your
hollow bones again.
like a spider's web,
big or small before
it becomes true that
you are never freer than
the moment you breathe
your last, and let your
fingers slip through the thin cracks
til you disappear.
lost in eyes of the
so breathe deep young one,
as deep as the hollows of
your lungs allow you.
cut free the tangles
that hold you beneath ever-
shifting tides, and know
it is finally
time to embrace the darkness
that will take you home.
hallelujahhallelujah as i singhallelujah in Free Verse More Like This
to the envy of the larks
gracing the winds,
or the sirens
crooning in lullabies
my heart is singing
louder than silver bells
hinged on the backs of my ankles
like infantile wings
i am lost
like i am found,
secret and stoic
and birthing the beauty
of the night
into freckled constellations
over my back
hallelujah i sing
there is no greater joy,
as a woman's heart
full of the sea
in the sea
as she sings, "hallelujah,
in even the darkest of nights,
cigarette smoke and forever,
you'd be waiting for me."
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.Airhead (Oxymoron) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But so full of himself.
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?Unreliable Narrator in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were doctored.
Green FingersUnexpectedly,Green Fingers in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'd planted carrots...
Oh, Bad LuckIn the spring of 1313, after 13 years of marriage, it became evident an heir was finally on the way for the King and Queen of Deviancia.Oh, Bad Luck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“In honour of our future child, I shall add an extra month to the year,” said the King. “To bring the baby luck!”
The Prince was born on the 13th day of the 13th month.
It was a Friday.
“Really?” said the Queen. “You couldn’t have worked out this was going to happen?”
“My love,” said the King, trying to soothe his wife’s angst. “Let’s not give into triskaidekaphobia!”
But he did feel uneasy, and decided to invite the local fairies to the christening to be on the safe side.
There were the usual presents of handsomeness, long life, intelligence. Then it came to the turn of the youngest fairy. She was desperate to get to the lavatory (fairies have bladders the size of a peanut) and didn’t think carefully about the wording of her gift.
“He’ll be abl
The Power of Broccoli"Six foot..."The Power of Broccoli in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a TrapCheese! What's this spring for..? Snap.It's a Trap in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the Check-in QueueMoney.In the Check-in Queue in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Theological Discussion"Is there a God?"Theological Discussion in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See The Funny SideBereavement. Failure. Unemployment.See The Funny Side in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Became comedy writer.
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
FeverMy fever is growing stronger and I'm feeling rather faintFever in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the walls are moving like dancers in the paint!
They cartwheel and turn as they soar through the air
I wonder how they do it but all I do is stare
The clock is ticking madly and soon it starts to chime
I think I'll probably turn this into another crazy rhyme
I appear to be creative but I'm really rather ill
In fact I'm only typing by sheer force of will
My eyes are actually closing as my fingers tap along
It seems my love for poetry is really rather strong!
But before I slip away to sleep I must complete this work
I'm afraid my need for excellence might be my only quirk
So here's a simple message that I've always wanted to say
It's just a simple thank you for showing me the way
My friends have made me stronger and showed me how to live
But I'm afraid these simple words are all I have to give:
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th may 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering in Free Verse More Like This
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
A Bold Stratagem July 5th, 1944:A Bold Stratagem in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They will give me the Dickin Medal for this.
I have intercepted a report indicating that reinforcements are to be sent to the 4th Army, east of Mogilev. I cannot allow that to happen. Though my actions in Berlin have drawn a significant amount of attention already, I am determined to hold my position. The ground I have chosen to make my stand is exposed. Every day, things get a little more uncomfortable. The enemy is just feet away. But I will persevere.
I will prevail.
“I was going to write important Nazi stuff, but there’s a cat sitting on my typewriter.”
“Can’t you just shove it off?”
The RitualFor three moons, no rain had fallen. The grass had yellowed, died, and blown away beneath the sun’s fierce heat, and the earth had split, the cracks between the shattered pieces wide enough to trap a goat’s foot. The tribe did not turn to magic lightly, but this time the choice was clear: something must be done.The Ritual in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With great ceremony, Akana stepped inside the grave-hut, the air sweltering even in the shade. Surely even the ancestors, their bones secure in sacred urns, must feel this heat? And so Akana was confident when he came to speak.
“Wise ancestors,” he spoke to the painted urns. “For three moons, the sun has beaten down upon our land. Our crops have died, and our goats and cattle soon shall follow. Take pity on us, please, and make this great drought stop.”
But three days passed, and still the sun beat down, and still the drought continued. From the ancestors, no answer came.
“This is not the way to summon rain,” said Suro. And she to
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 2CorkboardsInhuman Resources: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In bygone days, before Strain Three had forced the people of this place to flee across the water, the lab had not been a lab. As Dobe and I passed beneath the great steel shutters, I considered that we would once have been able to wander in and out without the need for scans or keycards. As we passed the clicking banks of pipetting systems and their stacks of microplates, I wondered at how vacant this space must once have seemed. And as we descended the series of ramps leading to our living quarters, I savoured this one and only reminder that we were walking through a multi-storey car park.
The vehicles sat rusting on the sealed upper floors. A year or so ago, I had made trips up the outside of the building. Had seen them there. There was nothing special about those carsI personally had siphoned the fuel from every last one to feed our generatorsbut there was something uncanny about the way they rested just above our home, waiting for the drivers who had left the
Sicklefox Once upon a time there was a naughty boy. He was about your age, if I’m not mistaken. This naughty boy loved to run and jump and play with his friends, but more than anything he loved sweet things. So when he spied the baker coming down the street with two trays of iced buns, he wasted no time in running over to him.Sicklefox in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Aren’t you afraid carrying all those buns?” asked the naughty little boy.
“Afraid?” asked the baker. “Of course not—why would I be?”
“Why,” lied the naughty boy, “because Sicklefox likes nothing better than iced buns, and I hear he is nearby. If he finds you, he’ll cut out your tongue and eat it.”
The baker stopped. This was new to him, but all had heard tales of Sicklefox and all knew them to be true.
“Perhaps I should take half,” said
BlindIf you had eyes, you could see the creature in front of you. As it is, you can still build up an idea of the thing.Blind in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its movements are slow, uncertain. It doesn’t skitter like anything you’ve come across before. From this, you can assume that it is not native to this part of the cave.
The sounds it makes are quiet, but not silent. It runs, stops, runs, and from this you can assume that it is smaller than you. You decide to inch closer.
The creature smells like the breeze from the surface, though you have never been outside. It smells also something like the clawing furred things deeper below the surface. This makes you hesitate, but you soon remember that it is smaller than you, and that this is not its place.
You inch closer still, scales silent against the rock. You are close enough that the creature can sense you now, though by scent or sound, you do not know. Before it has a chance to run, you reach out and grab it.
You had thought that it might be food, but the creature
The Sign"I saw them lights again last night," said Farmer Mills, "and when I got up this morning, there it was again. The message...from up there!" He pointed to the clouds.The Sign in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Brian tried to look distantly interested with the story, rather than simply annoyed, as the camera swung back to focus on him. "There you have it," he said to the people watching at home. "Whether elaborate hoax or message from beyond the stars, these mysterious circles will certainly be a talking point in this small town for years to come. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, people much further away are talking about it too."
Farmer Mills put out his hand for Brian to shake. Not sure whether or not the camera was still rolling, Brian took it and tried to ignore the eye-watering alcohol fumes that came off the man. The scorched, bent corn stalks certainly were mysterious, but he couldn't help but wonder why aliens would travel all that way only to leave a message that nobody could read. And why here? He had the feeling that
The Crown of Steel Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, rich in gold and grain. None went hungry nor slept without a roof, and with great gifts the king secured the friendship of his neighbours. In truth, these treasures offered freely were mere boast, for in his youth the king had often fought, and all nearby remembered his campaigns: few would care to make an enemy of that good friend. But though the king was noble, strong and wise, his one small weakness could tear the city down.The Crown of Steel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though the king made good use of his enormous wealth—hiring guards to make his kingdom safe, and learned judges to make it fair—and was not miserly, he began to despair at the thin band atop his head. It was no secret that he was the greatest king in all the land, so why should he have any but the greatest crown? And so the king commissioned ten master jewellers to cast his crown anew, and set it round with many precious stones. The king took his new crown, and fou
One Thousand ThreadsThe farbeast’s claws raked across Khorsa’s back, and he strained to put on just a little more speed. It would do nothing to change his fate—once the beast had your scent, there was no hope left for you—it was for the village. If he didn’t lead the monster far enough away, far enough upwind...it would find them again.One Thousand Threads in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But today the wind was blowing down towards the river, and even that gentle slope had made Khorsa’s legs clumsy and feeble. He didn’t even make it out of the valley. A little more than three quarters of the way up the slope, there was a steep earth ridge. Here, his legs gave way beneath him and he slipped.
Rolling over to face the fiend, Khorsa bared his teeth, drawing the dagger from his belt. A feeble gesture. The farbeast had five knives upon each paw, and its hide was studded with the stubs of old arrows. The creature slowed as it approached, wide mouth cracking into a jagged snarl. Khorsa snarled back, making a pitiful jab wit
Last Minute Shopping It had been an unremarkable Tuesday at the petrol station until Pestilence—of Four Horsemen fame—came in and started leafing through a magazine. He didn’t exactly have a “Hello, my name is...” tag pinned to his robe, but it was pretty obvious to look at him. Limp hair, pale, pock-marked face, bow legs...it was like he had every disease in the world, and was only alive because all of them were tripping over each other trying to kill him. “Three Stooges Syndrome,” I think they call it. But that probably wasn’t it.Last Minute Shopping in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He must have realised I was staring because he said: “Sorry. I know this isn’t, like, a library, but I sent a letter in to the Agony Aunt a while back and I want to see if they’ve printed a response.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “No, that’s okay.” As a rule, I didn’t take issue with people having a quick ski
Clockwork and Cats"Hey, Karen. Is it just me, or is your necklace glowing?"Clockwork and Cats in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What?" Karen looked down. Her necklacegiven to her by the Interdimensional Councilwas glowing. It was a message from Arthur. "No," she said, hurriedly flipping the pendant around so the flashing green stone wasn't so visible. "No, of course not. That's just...the...uh...Northern Lights! But now I have to go for a totally unrelated reason."
"That sounds like the sort of thing someone would say if they were a secret agent. Or a witch. Ooh! Or both! Some kind of magical secret agent!" A peculiar expression crossed Jane's face. "Wait...I feel like I've said that before..."
With practised ease, Karen retrieved the copper pocket watch from her schoolbag and wound the mechanism, holding it up in Jane's face. "No," she said, in a mysterious voice. "I made a really good excuse, both polite and perfectly reasonable. An excuse like... Clarinet lesson! I have a clarinet lesson. That'll do nicely." She snapped the watch shut and
I'll be okay.No, I'm fine.I'll be okay. in Free Verse More Like This
See? I'm okay,
I've got a smile on my face.
Even if times are rough, I'll pull through
just like I always do.
Stop looking at me, I won't look at you after all.
Because I know, if I do will fall
into your compassion
and I'll scream, shout and
let it out my darkest fears, my deepest regrets and deep seated worry.
Big girls don't cry, that's what they always say.
So why is it that I just want to sob the day away?
I know I'm being selfish,
I know you don't want to see this,
and that I'll cause you trouble.
So that's why I smile and grin,
pinch my pain away
and gulp down the tears.
Being a good liar,
might not always be good.
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 collapsed on the sink. Your fumbling fingers reached for the tap but Alfred held your hands, preventing you from wetting your dry mouth.
“A-Al!!” You moaned, but he merely grinned evilly at you. Somehow you managed to rid of the overpowering taste in your mouth and groaned.
“You have no idea how bad that tastes....” You told him,
The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
As sweet as tea (EnglandXReader)You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, your attention snapping back to the blackboard the moment he looked at you. His green eyes scanned your back, lingering on your shiny (h/c) hair and a part of your neck that was showing.As sweet as tea (EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
He pretended to yawn and look skyward stretching when you shot him a look. This continual stare-game went on during the lesson and you sighed in relief when you heard the bell ring.
After gathering your stuff you walked into the corridor, but you froze when you reached the double-doors that led outside. The sky was grey and the beginning of rain was creeping out of the clouds. Maybe if you ran for it you could make it to your house, it wasn't that far away after all.
Okay so you couldn't make it, you concluded, sheltering under a large tree. Sighing, you settled down. It didn't look like the rain was going to let up anytime soon. You stared at the sky, the non-stop peltering of the rain filling your mind.
You weren't getting very wet, most of you was co
Up (GermaniaXAngel!Reader)No one ever cares to look up. This thought ran through your mind as you played absentmindedly with a fluffy piece of cloud. People milled around below you like a gigantic ant-hill, rushing about to get to work, to get home, simply put; to get somewhere else. Why were people always so rushed? You wondered, rolling on your side as you continued to gaze downwards.Up (GermaniaXAngel!Reader) in Romance More Like This
You only have one life to live after all so they should be spending more time with their families and have fun together while they still could. You chastised them by wagging a finger down at them – not that any of them saw it anyway. With a sigh, you leapt from the cloud and allowed yourself to fall for a moment. The sensation of the wind blowing through your hair was one that you’d always enjoyed. In fact you let yourself drop through the air so often that your friends accused you of being an adrenaline junkie.
It wasn’t like you’d hurt yourself even if you did hit the ground – you couldn’t d
Discovering the Pompeiian lovers (ItalyXReader) The Italian heat beat down on your neck and back, almost weighing you down with the rays of the boiling sun. You rubbed your forehead, a trail of dust trickling down your skin now it had been moistened by your sweat. The stuffy gloves you were wearing were stiflingly hot, but you couldn’t do without them.Discovering the Pompeiian lovers (ItalyXReader) in Romance More Like This
Sighing in relief when the bell sounded for the break, you gently set down your tools on a grubby piece of cloth after quickly sweeping the dirt from them. The peak of the day, midday in other words, was too hot for anyone to work the way you were without getting sunstroke or being badly dehydrated. So you and your team of archaeologists took a siesta to regain your strength during that time every day.
“And? Find-a anything yet?” You heard a voice say, coming from behind you. As you rubbed a towel around your sweaty neck, you looked over your shoulder and smiled as you saw the bubbly Italian standing over you with a bottle of iced water in hi
The last specimen pt. 2 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)A hand clapped on Allistor’s shoulder, a startled yelp leaving him as he’d been engrossed in staring at the girl. “It seems she’s chosen.” Angry shouts of protest sounded from the now other, unneeded contestants. “That was the test?!”The last specimen pt. 2 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) in Romance More Like This
“No! That’s not fair!!”
The scientist chuckled nervously and shrugged to the outrage and dismay of the angry men around him – who all looked so furious that they could have assaulted the man. “I understand your disappointment, gentlemen,” he tried to calm them, but he only managed to enrage them further. Eventually he was forced to summon the security bots to escort them from the room.
The man sighed and rubbed his neck, sliding his glasses up to his forehead. “Can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” he muttered, casting a tired look at Allistor. “Mr Kirkland was it?” The red-head nodded once, wondering what he would have to do next. “Well
Devil's dinner (Demon!PrussiaXReader) PRIZEAs always you’re waiting. Waiting for the one who’s plagued you for years and years now. No doubt there’s no thought in his mind of stopping anytime soon. Your hand cups your cheek, allowing you to stare up at the ink-black sky, dotted only with small reverberating lights of stars long since dead. The moon is hiding in raven darkness.Devil's dinner (Demon!PrussiaXReader) PRIZE in Romance More Like This
Hair ruffling slightly in the night air, you wait for him to come. It won’t take him long, he’s usually quite punctual; strangely enough. You wouldn’t have guessed he would be as strict as he is about cleanliness, or about being on time, or about keeping his promises. And yet, he is. But then again, demons are strange creatures. One can never predict what they’ll do.
Four sharp knocks on the door sound, a sigh escaping you as you look towards the mounted clock on the wall. “On time as always,” you mutter under your breath, hearing the church bells faintly ring the midnight hour. Going to front door, yo
Pure pt.1 (Demon PrussiaXReader)The mayor kicked at the ground as he waited under the bough of the cathedral, shivering as he watched his breath tumble into the air in the form of clouds. Jumping at an owl’s cooing hoot, he sighed at himself. Why had he made a deal with a demon to begin with? The white-haired devil that had offered his help to build the cathedral had finished his part of the bargain and now he had to pay up.Pure pt.1 (Demon PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
All he had as a lead to what the demon wanted in return was what he’d said when he’d closed the deal. “Vhatever my eye falls on zhat makes my stone heart pound.” The mayor, thinking that there was nothing that could make his heart pound, shook on it and the huge cathedral was erected in three days on the dot.
“So, vhat have you got to offer me?” The demon asked, appearing behind the stout man with an expectant smirk. As he knew would happen, the man jumped and clutched his heart. “Please don’t do that to me again.” He muttered under his
Being in love (SpainXReader)The soft buzzing of insects can be heard outside, the windows wide open to accommodate the scratching, bustling sounds of the miniature cities in the undergrowth. Other than this the quiet is warm, seeping into the light sheets of cotton and creeping into your very skins. It’s this that seals your dry lips together, urging you to maintain the silence of the heated siesta hour. Antonio’s right middle finger softly rubs the area just under the leg of your underwear, his rhythm dying down for a moment, but only to be picked back up again. Your legs are up with his head, his tan ones down past yours; he is only a bit taller than you. Your right hand is on his shin, lightly forming circles on it.Being in love (SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
You’re both in your underwear, the heat of the Spanish summer almost suffocating to both you and Antonio, even though he was more used to it than you were.
“Hey Toni, can I ask you something?”
Your question, asked in a more drowsy state which befits the siesta hour mor
They need better signsDay 67: Still lost at airport...They need better signs in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
labyrinthiani guess i've started to doubt(my)humanity,labyrinthian in Free Verse More Like This
we bat our eyelashes in morse code
and expect to be heard,
but nobody really listens.
(and i must say, you are quite good at acting
like a person, but people
are only a facade, when it comes down
why should we matter more than mosquitoes?)
you'll always keep wondering
about the meaning of life
"maybe it's all in my head," you said. "a nightmare
meant just for me."
but honestly, why would we mean anything?
(you yell at the stars to come closer, cry out
for god to let you see.)
but god hides behind closed doors
just like schrodinger's cat,
neither alive or dead.
it stings like a million bees when i describe itthere are words in the dictionary for you and meit stings like a million bees when i describe it in Free Verse More Like This
but somehow there's always a gap
between the definitions
and what we truly are.
i feel like a forgery hanging on a wall,
brush strokes imitating what i should have been -
but it's bolted stuck
and i can't
tear it down -
i scratch off layers of paint, wish i had no face at all,
no body and no voice. (what i have is not mine.)
my fingernails are torn, bloodied,
but it makes no difference
that i ripped the canvas
when the repainted picture
show the truth.
i think it is time to get this out of my systemif you knew enough you'd swallow your intentions before they got rotten,i think it is time to get this out of my system in Free Verse More Like This
thoughts should never outlive their time, and no
peace can be found in dwelling on
but perhaps you long for war, for the deconstruction of my reality.
you used to say you pitied me
with disgusted whispers, we hid behind the bushes
so they wouldn't see
the company you keep.
you said i had everything you wanted. at first it was subtle,
a glance with starstruck eyes that turned away too quickly,
the words came much later but i already knew.
(i always wondered how you
could be so
jealous of someone as shameful as me.)
but let's not get ahead of ourselves, i am untrustworthy
and ugly and so many
things i'd rather not look at under a microscope
but i always do it anyway,
to maybe find a piece of me you didn't shape.
it is my fault,
that we never stayed the way we were that year
when i never disappointed you.
it is my fault and i almost feel pr
cataclysmthey open the floodgates, and we can only stare,cataclysm in Free Verse More Like This
shake the bars of our bird cage,
screech and beg to be spared.
this is not how the world ends - us trapped,
while the water
erodes away the universe. they are pouring it
and we are dangling there like bait
for the fish, no,
that is not how it happens.
it happens like this, one trapped and the other
trapped twofold, devouring emptiness
becomes too much.
wings wilted away, we are birds stranded.
callouses like tree-bark,
we count out the time we have left on our fingers
but never specify if the numbers stand
for hours, months or decades.
this is how the world ends, keys out of reach;
we are trapped, doubt eroding away
comfort watered down by bitterness.
rise and shinei am tired in ways that can't be fathomed,rise and shine in Free Verse More Like This
death and sleep blurs together in my hazy mind,
i could be dreaming, but then i'd have to wake up again and,
this isn't me talking, just a stranger stealing my voice, twisting the words
until they don't matter. have you ever heard the sound of eternity,
it sings to me "you can't, you can't, you can't."
i just can't.
and it burns slowly, the summer heat feels like a fever. i'm always sick,
coughing up smiles and excuses, little lies soaring out of me like birds.
i hate how they sing in the morning.
there is no poetry for giving in, ripping yourself apart like a christmas present,
off with the gift-wrapping just to find a few pairs of socks inside.
just smile and say "thank you."
hubriswe are plastic bags on the sidewalk, going alonghubris in Free Verse More Like This
with the wind as if
we were mindless husks.
(we are empty promises, wordless
howls trapped in limbo).
"wherever is fine by me", you said,
but our fate
is stuck in a traffic jam.
we're walking in circles with closed
eyes, trapped by
illusions of safety.
once, we defied gravity, and laughed
at the sight of despair
but the sky branded us
and ripped our wings to pieces.
(we are defeated kings,
by our former glory).
99 percent of EverythingI actually didn't know I could use magic until that one day when I somehow set fire to the high school chemistry lab. Of course most people assumed I had simply screwed up the experiment, but I knew I hadn't. There was this one girl who had always pissed me off, she always stepped on people's toes to get what she wanted. Yet everyone seemed to worship her. Most would call her an innocent angel of beauty, but I'd rather call her an evil mastermind. And I guess bitch works fine too. But now I'm getting off-subject. I'm not here to write about my intense hatred for Melinda Grady. This is written for a different purpose.99 percent of Everything in Short Stories More Like This
Anyhow, she was slightly more annoying than usual and something inside me was about to snap. Then suddenly, the entire room was enveloped in flames, originating from my desk. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I had a feeling I was the one responsible.
After a few tests I knew for sure I carried the gift of magic. Or curse, after all it has only caused problems so far
footprints some days you are absent,footprints in Free Verse More Like This
and i sit waiting even if i know, that although
your bike is parked at the usual spot,
you'll be nowhere to be seen.
i never ask where you've been.
maybe you found a place where heartbeats sound
like autumn leaves swirling in the wind.
maybe you just couldn't face me.
and you wear silence like a wedding gown,
soft silk sewn together with a brutal honesty.
there is no going back.
(she threw her regrets off a mountain, memories
carving their way through the cold stone, slowly forming
and now she feels no thirst, only
a longing slowly drowning her.)
in the end, you had to face me.
we sat on a beach, your fingers drawing patterns in the sand,
mine clutched around a seashell.
"we're only a bike ride away from extinction,"
you said, "and you're too slow, always
caught in the invisible ink printed on my eyelids."
i borrowed your silence,
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
In my head...In my head,In my head... in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrongStop asking me... in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...Drink till you’re dead, little girl,Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Carry a nightmare in your
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
Create a grave for your
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…