Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
Lost NovemberI am lost November,Lost November in Free Verse More Like This
with the breath of winter
at the hairline of its neck.
I am the blood orange that
sours a little too soon.
A thirty day intuition
to a season of good will.
A blip on the side of
the road that melts easily
out of sight, out of mind.
An unremembered instance
on a torn index page
of a forgotten, spineless book.
I am lost November.
Remember me the instance
when you feel unremembered too.
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
MouthfulsYou take mouthfuls of meMouthfuls in Free Verse More Like This
Huge, selfish as they are
Leaving morsels of me behind
Teeth my words and chew up my heart
Bite through my spine with shark like jaws
I am used, you explain, damaged,
Dirty for existing.
Dirty for loving you.
I ask you why you like to hurt me.
"I love you most when you ache on the inside."
I have never hated myself more.
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
A Little Bit of WonderlandHer name was Alyssa, and when she was nine, her mother built her Wonderland. After being raised on a healthy diet of Charles Dickens, Enid Blyton and J.M. Barrie, it seemed like the natural course of action. She created it out of paper, each scene indispensably, indisputably perfect in its imperfection.A Little Bit of Wonderland in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she did it because Alyssa was terrified of the idea of falling through a rabbit hole, into a place that allows magic only when you are confused. Mothers do the most impractical, exhausting things to show how much they love their children. It seemed a pity that it was this very effort that kept Alyssa up all night, staring at the paper people like they were coming to get her.
(If Alyssa’s mother knew, she would have spent all her time trying to explain to the little girl that it wasn’t just paper people she should be afraid of.)
God appeared to have a sense of humour when little Alice became Alyssa’s best friend. She lives across the street, her hair always
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
Midnight LoversIt's as if the world around them has frozen, this single moment that they're sharing, having stopped time. The moonlight, floating in through the balcony doors, has bleached the room, painting it in shades of monochrome blacks and whites. The hesitant breeze, strokes the curtain, thrown back from the open doors, the way the back of his hand is trailing her cheek.Midnight Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
Her wide eyes, like a fawn's, are staring up at him, completely vulnerable, but telling him she's giving herself to him, all in one glance. Another whispered kiss is transferred from his lips to her jaw line, as his hands trail down her body, fluid curves bared only for him.
His arm wraps its way around her waist, like the wind curling loving fingers around their nude bodies, and he lowers her to the bed. Kisses settle along her neck, as if they belong on the planes of her satin skin, and in the hollows of her collarbone. Her sweeping, dark hair, painted charcoal by the night, is fanned out beneath her head, as her cheeks blus
I Exhale SunlightIt's dawn,I Exhale Sunlight in Free Verse More Like This
the moon and the sun passively share the same sky,
a calm spread between them, after their fight for centre stage.
Fog licks at my cheekbones,
searching for perfection beneath my flawed skin,
and hidden birds call to the indifferent stars, as they sink into the pool of early light.
and concrete coated in dew by condenstion's tongue.
like cloud kin pinned to flowers, to be spread across the Earth,
are being scattered on moth's whispering wings.
Streetlamps flicker their goodbyes,
humanity's last secrets hissed to one and other, before their flames are blown out.
Jetstreams drag sleepy fingers across the sky,
gentle wrist bones and graceful knuckles painting a vivid salmon across mauve.
A puff of white fur pounces on my shoelaces,
that weave and dance with every step.
She seems to be painted with the same shades of the thumbnail moon above our heads.
we're the same.
And I gather her into my arms.
Serenity flows between my bones, and ti
A Day WithoutThe sunA Day Without in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped teasing fingers around my body
and shook me awake this morning.
Though I usually sleep in,
early morning is my favorite time of day.
When the sun is just peeking its timid head above the horizon,
eyes playing peek-a-boo with the edge of the Earth,
and its rays tickling the edges of dew drops.
It gives the whole world a soft glow,
that seems to warm your heart,
as much as the damp grass.
Trying to get out of bed quietly,
I let my bare feet hit the cool hardwood,
smooth beneath my feet,
as if welcoming me, and pulling me into the day.
An odd feeling is growing in my stomach,
and I rustle the bed a little too much.
You awake with me, now
and your smile,
nearly as dazzling as the rising sun,
lights up the room.
"Whatcha doing, my love?"
Your hair is tousled by sleep's playful hands,
and voice trying to stay as quiet as the early morning air.
My eyebrows furrow,
You prop yourself up on your elbows,
lips brushing my shoulder lov
Innocence DreamsSkyscrapers paint the sky in flames of a receding sun.Innocence Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Embers to ashes, as the phoenix rises and falls.
Stars blossom from the cinders,
reflections of the city lights,
a city that seems to never wake from their cold slumber.
Young lovers, big dreamers,
with backs to the Earth,
and kisses whispered to fireflies.
Dreams of the ocean,
a house that overlooks it all.
Morning love on the beach,
and bonfires under the setting moon.
Dreams of flying, dreams of horseback,
dreams of playful ghosts and baby boys.
Dreams of living,
where inspiration isn't crushed,
by the rubble of a crumbling town.
Imagination without restriction or the drone of logic.
They're both lost in a blinded crowd,
with angel wings that no one sees.
They've both got hearts that speak words capable of swaying the world.
The ones on the hill,
where nothing matters but each other,
and the murmur of the wind between the grass.
No one sees, no one hears,
as they get lost in their search for a better place.
A place where their w
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
Morning Coffee"Morning, my love." My voice is lilting, and floats on the spring-scented breeze, as I bustle around the kitchen, not bothering to turn, as you take your place at the table.Morning Coffee in Short Stories More Like This
The curtains, thrown wide to welcome the rising sun, are quivering in the gentle wind, and I glance outside, "It's warming up already, this afternoon's sure to be beautiful. Do you think we could go out and start the garden, later? It's a little early in the season, but it's bound to be a lovely day." I ask you, eyes smiling as I take in the dew-speckled grass, glittering in the early sun just beyond the window pane.
I nod to myself, "Yes, yes. I bought the seeds a week or so, ago. Evie had a sale on at her shop, you know. I got all your favorites, dear. Snapdragons, Sweet Peas, Impatiens and Schizanthus. It'll be just beautiful."
I pull my gaze from the window, and saunter over to the coffeemaker, mood lifted by the weather, and prospect of spending the day outdoors, enjoying it. As the coffee
Pricetag On LifeWeather-worn face,Pricetag On Life in Free Verse More Like This
and wrinkles carved by the hands of the clock.
Eye riddled with the knowledge that this world is one of pain.
A toothless smile, with nothing left to grin about.
His hands, clasped under his chin,
have carried many a burden,
and hunched back known too many harsh words.
It's not begging,
when he's too ashamed to meet your belittling gaze.
It's nothing but the necessity to live.
Several coins in shaky, calloused hands.
Is this any hardship for you?
It's only saving another worthy life.
But just walk by,
hold your head high.
Pretend not to see the pain in his eyes.
He stands to walk away,
and hope dragging like his feet.
Shoulders bowed against the tormenting wind,
eyes on the ground.
How dare you‽
Do you know where he'll sleep tonight, if at all?
On a park bench, cold metal digging into his spine?
Under an overpass, thundering cars rocking him to sleep, with squealing tires as his lullabies?
Or if he'll eat today,
tomorrow, or the next?
Let him slo
A Promise Wrapped In ThornsYou told me you'd bring me a rose on every one of our dates.A Promise Wrapped In Thorns in Short Stories More Like This
I remember you vowing that, as you stood on my porch, in your rented tuxedo, and handed me my very first one. Just a simple red rose, but it was the most beautiful sight, held in your shaking hand. I remember smiling at you, a smile that must have lit up the night, because I had never felt more loved in my life. I set the rose in a vase, and took your hand in mine. Your hands were sweating, and I knew you were afraid, but I never wanted to let go. "What are you scared of?" I had asked, as you held the door of your car open for me, eyes wide in an intoxicating mix of eagerness, and fright. "Only of losing you." The words were shaky as they escaped your lips, nothing out of a romance novel, but they warmed my heart nonetheless. And as I stood on my tiptoes, that night, as you wished me a goodnight, and I let my lips whisper across yours, I knew you'd keep your promise. I set the rose on the windowsill by my bed, a
4 out of 30 LoverDear Alex,4 out of 30 Lover in Letters More Like This
I don't know if this will even reach you, but I guess if you're reading it, it has. I just finished watching "Dear John". I told myself that if I chose a sad movie to watch, I'd have an excuse as to why I was crying. If mom asked, or something. I wanted to cry, not soak my face, chest, hair and pillow in tears, and choke on unstoppable sobs. That was the saddest movie I've ever seen. Perhaps I should have read the synopsis before renting it: "While John is on leave in his hometown, he finds Savannah, a college student visiting the town. Although love was unexpected, it doesn't mean they didn't find it. With the knowledge of John having to leave for the army, their love still lives....Troubles invade and their love put on hold. One cannot bear it anymore; can the other?" Needless to say, it hit a little too close to home. The end is what got me, though. I don't want to give too much away, so I'll only say that I'd never be that kind of girl. It only reinforces my decision tha
A Future Covered In DustI've got blood-red push pins,A Future Covered In Dust in Free Verse More Like This
on my lips,
there to hold a falsely sweet smile to my face.
And just the right shade
of boring brown paint,
to make my fatigue-ridden eyes
look capable of a shimmer.
When I seem to have a spring in my step,
it's only because I'm eager.
Eager to get away from you.
When you point out
that I look sad,
and I convince you I'm only tired,
I really just want to break down.
Fall to my knees.
But too ashamed to shed one tear.
I am tired,
Tired of being stuck here.
Tired of my four bedroom walls,
my classroom seating plan.
Sick of routine.
Sick of boredom.
Sick of you
and everyone else that surrounds me.
Because it's not this lifeless house,
in which I abide,
that I picture when I close my eyes.
Not this dreary town;
an unenthusiastic mess, splattered on the face of a map.
It's me, I see.
But not here.
Living a radically different life.
I see true happiness,
something that's become nearly extinct to me,
Je t'aime when you're quietHe'd found her in a sleazy Parisian bordello, sitting at the bar, the fingers of her left hand curled round a cigarette, the other rubbing the rim of a wine glass, softly. She was conversing with a group of men, her French tinted with a soft English accent. They all laughed, hers the most noticeable.Je t'aime when you're quiet in Short Stories More Like This
He motioned for her to go over to him, and he half-expected her to ignore. But, she didn't. Not before taking a drag of her cigarette, she waltzed over, swaying her hips in a way that could be called a mix of ladylike... and stripper-like.
"What are you doing here?" The question came with a tone of agitation, making the lady pout theatrically.
"I've no idea what you mean." She said, feigning innocence.
When she noticed it left him unimpressed, she continued.
"I'm on vacation, what are you doing here?" She pointed a finger, challenging.
She laughed in response.
"Oh, please. The only business you have is paperwork."
"Which you are supposed to do." He reminded. Truth be
It'll wash offShe kenlt next to his cold, lifeless body, shivering.It'll wash off in Short Stories More Like This
"Wait for me." She whispered
"Wait for me!"
No one could hear her screams, the rest of the house empty.
She turned her head, her tears falling onto the cold tiles of the floor.
She reached out towards his hand, grabbing a bloodied knife.
"You couldn't wait, could you?" She laughed, still crying.
She stuck the blade into her gut, gasping.
With her final, weak breath, she spoke:
"Sorry," she breathed "For bleeding on your shirt."
Upon our wishes...Our world is breaking,Upon our wishes... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky is shaking,
Thunder rolls, a stormy night,
A glorious victory, a precious fight.
Long shall she reign, Cathrine the Great,
Or Cathrine the Damned, for those who hate.
Heels clack against glass, she walks to us,
Drowning in her own ego. She smiles, thus,
She turns around, walks away,
And with the flick of a switch, twas our final day.
Long shall she reign, Cathrine the Great,
Strong was her mind, but stronger - her hate
InterceptorFeed me, my servants,Interceptor in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Undress me, prepare me
For the war we have started
With the world, beware me.
Take me into the clouds,
Arm me, I'm the Terminator
I rule this world. In my mind,
The power of a gladiator.
Let them cower with fear,
Let them learn my name.
Even I don't know it,
But, fuck, I'm game.
They deserve to die,
They're not on my side.
But they've got nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
The tainted ones, the damned,
Be proud of the name,
Who cares what they think,
They're all one and the same.
The Machine, it rules,
Let us destroy it,
And then reign powerful,
Our rocket, deploy it.
As they succumb
To our power, the human race,
They don't know it,
But they'll remember my face.
PerfectPerfect.Perfect in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Call me perfect.
I'm blonde, sweet and beautiful.
Say I'm pretty.
Call me tomorrow.
I say I'm fat to get people to call me thin.
Call me nice.
Call me cute.
The only thing I've ever read is my diary.
Look at me.
I'm so special.
Call me gorgeous.
I puke every night.
I get A's on blowjobs.
My breasts change size every year.
Call me perfect.
Though I'm fake.
Here we go again"Are you still there?" I could hear my grandmother's voice from the speaker installed into my car. I snapped out of my thoughts, and turned my head towards it.Here we go again in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, Oll, I'm here." I let a faint smile onto my face, turning back to the window.
"As I was saying..." She continued, heard by only my parents in the front seat, me blocking her voice out and focusing on the rain outside.
Soon enough, we pulled up to Anna's house. It was pretty big. Since her parents died, she inherited a fortune. Thus she took it upon herself to redecorate the whole house. Still, she couldn't dare touch her parents' old bedroom.
Even though it was finished, one room was kept for storage, most of the furniture covered by white sheets.
Walking in, I felt it to be a completely new house. I slowly walked to what I hoped was still her room. However, one of her maids cut in front of me, carrying a basket of clean laundry.
"Excuse me?" I asked, getting her attention. "Is Anna around?" I asked, hoping she
Smokey Cities oneshot 4Cara groaned and looked at her wrist watch.Smokey Cities oneshot 4 in Short Stories More Like This
'4.15, what's taking him so long?!' she thought, 'He was supposed to get it over with by 4.'
The girl paced back and forth in an alleyway, passing by a door with every turn. Behind the door, however, was a certain dark haired boy who was supposed to take care of a problem, but he showed no signs of coming out any time soon.
Growing impatient, the girl opened the door and peered inside. Behind it was a flight of stairs leading to a basement-like structure. Down the stairs, a light bulb barely illuminated part of it, occasionally flickering. In the shadow, a silhouette could be seen, but only one, Cara assuming her friend got the job done. She carefully walked down the stairs, unnoticed by the other, and, upon reaching the bottom, peeked her head into the shadowy part of the room. She mumbled an 'ew' at the sight, as her roommate knelt down and carefully made an autopsy-styled y incision and spread the flesh apart at the ch
Smoke Cities Oneshot 1"Seriously?"Smoke Cities Oneshot 1 in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes. I don't see what's so ridiculous about it."
"Rotting, deceased, gone, corpse."
"Yes, I know, I'm not an idiot."
"I'd beg to differ."
"So why won't you do it?"
"I'm not gonna pose a rotting corpse as my mother. You fucking do it, then."
"My mother's dead."
"Exactly. No one knows what she looks like. I don't know where mine is. She's very much alive, I'll tell you that much."
"I can fix that."
"You are not killing my mother."
"I know, I'm kidding. If I wanted to, I wouldn't tell you."
Ace is angered by your...Shut up about it.Ace is angered by your... in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You dumb fangirls, it doesn't work that way. Do you think actual homosexual men in the real world would walk around in their flamboyant clothes and newly dyed hair? No. It'll get them raped or beat up.
Not every man without a girlfriend or wife is gay. Not every short man is on the bottom.
Not even in straight relationships are the roles ultimately decided. Y'know why? Because it's fucking stupid. For instance, I'm a girl, but I wouldn't blush at the sight of a guy or girl that I like. Because it's stupid. Because everyone has this new thing, it's called self respect.
Which brings me to my next point
Used so many times as fanservice, it's so degrading. Not girl's love, but the whole "we're straight, but we'll make out so the guys like us" thing. It's ridiculous. And the worst part, I know actual girls who do this. That aside, it's pretty damn stupid. And don't pull your "if girls like two guys, guys can like two girls" crap, because
1. A girl can like two
Tornbrooke -Act2,Stage2-Act 2;Stage 2:Tornbrooke -Act2,Stage2- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your name is Cassandra Orean. You are currently dead. Oddly enough, you're in college, studying god knows what.
You speak French and Greek fluently, and are a singer, usually working at sleazy bars.
You tie your red hair and examine your teeth, hoping there's nothing stuck in them.
Your breath smells of wine and you exit your chambers and slowly slide down the stairs, into the bar bellow.
You have the night off, so you take a seat, not ordering anything, as you feel you've already had too much.
The slow paced music plays in the background, as you pull out a cigarette and insert it into your holder. You can't seem to find a lighter, but smile as a man turns towards you and offers his. You gladly accept and turn to look at the staircase.
You hear a loud noise, sounds like glass breaking, and watch as
You yell at your idiotic friends to hurry up and follow the path given by the loud woman kind enough to give them their second points.
letters to me.dear five-year-old-me,letters to me. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i hope you know that life is a gift. i hope that when you walk out on the back patio and see the hills and the deer and the creek you know that life is marvelous. i wish for you to run through the mud and roll around with your dog and climb up trees with bleeding knees. i hope for nothing more than for you to swing until your legs are tired from pumping and your hair is snarled in knots around your face.
and listen to me: i know it isnt always easy. i know that you cant eat american cheese because you were born with high-cholesterol, i know you have to share your room and your sister broke your favorite doll. and i know it hurts when they sell your horse, when your dog dies, when you move away from everything youve ever known.
but youre five, you're resilient.
life will continue to bless you.
i hope you know that you are beautiful. i hope that when you look in the mirror you dont lament over round c
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
write me a story.If you ask, Ill spin you gossamer-words into the horizon.write me a story. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sit next to me and listen to the water gurgle, listen to the creek singing hymns along the bank, the wind humming around us as dusk begins to fall. Sit next to me and rest your eyes, lay down for a moment and let me find words to tuck around you like a blanket. Let me slip into your bloodstream and warm you from the inside out, smoothing the aches and chills out.
Hush, close your lips, let me find your story.
Dont stir when the nightingales begin to call, just relax your muscles one by one. Let my voice burn away the fever and try to find strength in the quiet. I know you are weary, but you dont have to walk much longer. I have a place for you, so stop a minute, put down the weight and breathe. Breathe in the remnants of the night, breathe until your spine is melting and the tension is gone. Breathe until the world has dissolved and all that is left is your pulse enfolding you.
Ill search all night long t
the emptiest word in the worldyou're the kind of beautiful that breaks down centuries.the emptiest word in the world in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have the appeal of bloodied smiles and epidemics and time winding down on the cliff edge of your poet's mouth. you're holding together shattered dreams between scarred palms and sobbing with the strain, but refusing to let go. you're picking up birds with broken wings and taping them together, refusing to give up even when they teeter off your flesh to plummet to earth like stone. refusing to stop, refusing to give in, refusingrefusingrefusing--
and you keep repeating: one more time, one more breath, one more and you'll fix them.
you're two shades from a sunrise and four seconds from a meltdown and you're still not afraid to go dancing barefoot in the ash. you're choking on smoke and spitting up wine and pulling truths from between your fractured fingers. you're licked clean and scarred and your lungs are ballooning until the air is too thick and your voice is lost in the aftermath. you're falling through closed windows onto
i never liked life until.i never liked numbers until i watched you do math.i never liked life until. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and somehow between the derivatives and the way you made the calculations dance, i fell in love with the logical precision of how they added up, the poetry you weaved on graphs with a pencil behind your ear and a slow smile curling your lips. and when i sat on your lap, counted the kisses, multiplied the desire, divided the distance and subtracted the inhibitions, i decided i might be mathematically inclined after all.
i never liked roller coasters until you took me on one.
and somehow between the buckling down and the gripping your hand as the car shook forward, i fell in love with the stomach-dropping, jaw-aching beauty of letting go and finding yourself flying instead of falling. and when i looked over and saw your grin stretching your face and your quick laugh getting stolen by the wind, i decided that i might like losing control and free-falling after all.
i never liked the rain until you danced with me in it.
and somehow betw
i sometimes think.my face is a little like myi sometimes think. in Free Verse More Like This
heart, beautiful pieces that
add up to an ugly whole
i'm the girl.you want to know who i am?i'm the girl. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am the girl falling asleep headfirst on top of the covers to the clackclackclacking of the rain against the windowpane. i am dreaming in tarnished poetry and rotting hopes, birdbone-wrists locking together, fingers plucking the strings along guitar-ribs. i am loving myself even as i pull apart wishbone-veins, stringing myself out across the carpet to pick out the parts i like best.
and i am the girl wandering the aisles of the book store. i am curling in corners with hemmingway, touching the pages like a lover, smelling the ink because im the girl who thinks books smell like faith. im tucking myself between each syllable, climbing down the commas and resting on the vowels. i am sticking my post-it-note-wishes over the adjectives, waiting for the words to bleed through the page and stain the backside of my skin.
and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my s
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
can't promise what you want.i think we can make this work.can't promise what you want. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i think we can too.
but you have to promise me something.
promise me youll never leave the hand soap empty. promise me that when you see the faucet accidently leaking on the counter, youll take a towel and mop it up instead of just shrugging and walking away. promise me you wont leave your jeans rumpled in the hall because they didnt make it all the way into the room.
i cant lie, i cant promise that. but i will promise to never leave your hands empty. i will promise that when your bad day has leaked all over your cheeks, ill take my lips and wipe it away. and i promise that ill never leave your feelings rumpled outside a locked bedroom door.
i can compromise with that.
and can you promise me something?
ill certainly try.
promise me you wont drag me into some
ShadowI hoped that once apon a star, that a passer by would climb my balcony of vines.Shadow in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To hear my voice, to help the one that needed help; in my time of need, where were you?
But now you just hang as a shadow on my wall, waiting until I fall asleep to stir.
I will take it as an acomplishment I hope you know, that I got you to travel here...
to stay in the mist of my room, even if you do tangle my hair and mess up my place.
Is it is rather troublesome forcing you too pass through my wall, to the next room,
when I decided that to change is what I need too do. Even so, do you listen?
where were you when I needed company over, someone to talk to?
How far did you travel to find my tower, glooming over the hills?
I hope you realise how much trouble you caused me, getting into my head. My thought's were all sped.
Do you feel as if a simple kiss to the cheek goodnight would satisfie me? I guarante,
sadly it comes out as nothing but a shallow whisp of wind, colding and breaking my skin.
Have you ever
What ifWhat if one day, I fall asleep...to never wake...to never breathe,What if in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what if one day, I fall asleep...to never wake...for my story to end.
Would you be sad? mad? or maybe distrought?
would you be happy? bubbly? or in self thought?
How would I know, if i'm down belown. In the pits of my mind.
Shadows embracing me, inside my weak mind,
what if my story ended, on that faithful rainy night;
when the lights each went out one by one...causing my to be blind.
Its possibly you know how one day we're fine...then another bam,
we can dissapear into the night. Not leaving a single trance but our note.
I see how its impossible, to forget one you love, oh so much,
but if one day, when I set up our midnight tea party, will you leave forever?
and by leaving will you forget me? I do pray not. For I would be so oh distrought.
Maybe you put toxins in my tea, maybe you decided after to flee...
with a silky voice I say my goodnight's, oh dear such a hazard...such a fright.
I never enjoyed the word 'goodbye.'
My doctors wordOh what's your diag-nonsence doctor, the pills you give to me,My doctors word in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
am I to be locked in this room, un-able to breath;
from the fact its small or a stranger in-habbits it, but its fine right?
As long as you can tell me how fucked, how messed up I am,
then you're doing your job, never the less of my feelings in hand.
Tell me doctor, why my mind's a-blaze, these thoughts running so recklessly,
through my cranium and why my eyes oh so dull are glazed?
You give me a pill to stop my emotions running willd,
what if it doesn't work? will you still be ablinged;
too medicate me more, to 'help' me with your vice?
Am I but a self-indulgent girl? or am I mad? either way,
I think that i'm actually really glad, to have this perspective;
on life, to have this messed up mind, memories i've had.
It seems i've seen the world, for what it really is, but please...
doctor tell me how I can't because i'm just a silly little kid.
I know i've been arrested, I know my choices are bad..
but doctor how can you be so
SmileWhat's with the hate that gleams in your eyes,Smile in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as you stare down at me, a low enitiy in your life.
Have you ever smiled before, feeling the skin stretch;
increasing a happy aura around yourself...
even a fake smile, to fool the normals.
You sit so high and mighty, by yourself.
Have you ever fought your demons, you self indulgent mess;
leaking your happiness wherever you go, you won't infect me.
How many lives have you took, as you sat on your throne,
your head held high, you rule with a golden throw.
I suspect your 'follows' love you so?
well you're wrong, they just want your power,
eventually you will be over-thrown.
I see that smile painted on your lips, that tainted smile,
the one you show when people realise what the reality is.
But I guess i'm lowly, as you call it yourself,
have you ever battled with such stelth? of course not,
you impetuous person, telling all to smile even though thou are dead inside?
I know how the game goes, count to ten and hope for the best,
even though you
The ballad of a sleepless dameAs I lay here in my mixture of hair and sheets, my eyes cast to my ceiling,The ballad of a sleepless dame in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
stealing glances at the windows, doors and blinking rapidly;
I can't help but feel i'm being watched by a demon of the night.
A monster that creeps in the alleys at night, takes young girls with a fright,
a hunter, a preditor, a murderer of dames minds, a sore sight.
Trying to catch my sanity, a tear escapes my eyes,
those eyes that once where oh so bright, are now as dull as this darkened night.
That monster that chased me in the woods that cold night, the monster;
that forced me to interact with violence and smite.
Oh how troublsome it can be, when someone is watching me.
I'm not entirly sure as of tonight, I feel like soon I might die,
I mean I've drifted off almost into slumber, what if I should never awake?
What if my parents find me tooken away into the night,
never to return, never to say goodbye;
these dreams keep continuing, what a fright.
The same woods, the same blood, the same flinching under your t
RainRain, rain please don't go away, visit me every night to calm me,Rain in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
forget the sun, forget the day...just give me a night full of rain.
Rain that patters against my window, rain that calms me so,
for tommorow I might not be around, she rain sing me to sleep;
so I can rest throughout the night.
As I lay upon my floor, staring at the ceiling tall,
I look to the window and see the rain, standing and walking...
my heart feels pain.
The rain which is hated, oh so much...the rain that's cold on the outside,
the rain which people block out, the rain that's noticed in the worst way.
Rain that dampans my hand when I feel the sting of bullet-like droplets,
my open window will swing in movement to the wind and the sky's;
are oh so dark, darkness will calm me, darkness will embrace me.
When morning arrives I know the rain will fade...and the sun...
will come out to play.
RapunzelDear little lady, there you sit...upon your window ledge,Rapunzel in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
your face coated in doubt. Tell me princess are you ok?
Woud you want to ever break free? to feel the grass under you feet.
Little princess in her teenage years, your golden hair and blue eyes,
are you made of star dust too? any special powers in you?
I know how one day a lady you feared came, she took your voice;
she took your reason. She inprisoned you in a tower of sin, so tell me...
did she win?
Dear little rapunzel fight the power, let your hair down for the wind to shower,
for dear little rapunzel don't you know? if you sing louder someone will come.
Sing your heart, sing away your doubt. Sing so loud it comes out as a shout,
fight the spell, hear your voice...when you're free you can rejoice.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down you hair. Escape your prison,
young lady fair.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel I know you can hear, let your voice out loud and clear.
After your escape you will find a castle near, Rapunzel run, run far from here!
One word ends it allYou say we're together, you say we're family and in all our glory,One word ends it all in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you say we stick together, you say we're all one.
How can you keep up a lie so perfect? how can you start a war,
out of cold blood and anger, that splits us all up together;
we're not one, nor will we ever be. That perfect lie, I see.
I doubt any hope that we will be fixed tomorrow,
I doubt any hope that we will confront us about our problem.
I know that by the next night we would have forgiven,
hope and love and all them lies;
everytime you hurt me and apologize, I see through your lies.
I want to leave at midnight, I want to forget all about you,
it would hurt too much to die on cue, but when I think...
it hurts to breath, it hurts to love.
How come I am not the perfect child? my priorties are fucked,
and my mind is bust.
However its always my fault, I see how you make that so,
can't be, just forgive and forget? well sorry, i'm not that shallow.
I may be stupid, I may be dumb but I can tell when things are blown,
HopeWhat is hope?Hope in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hope is when you get up in the morning and have a positive attitude, thinking about all the good things which will happen even though you know your day will be bad. Hope is what gets you out of bed in the mornings and pushes you that extra mile. Hope is the smile, real or fake, that makes it's way onto your face even though you feel like frowing and giving up. You may not be as skinny or as shapy as most people, you may not be perfect or be as beautiful as others but hope keeps you going; it keeps you smiling and moving foward in life. Hope is remembering that inperfection is perfection and no one is perfect. That is what hope is.
BurnI could apease your secret fears, I could aplaud you and cheer,Burn in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but all you do is set fire to my soul, burning me in the wake.
My eyes once so bright are now dull...my heart is oh so small.
I'm in a constant battle with myself, the hits I take I take in strife.
Just remember that one day when i'm gone, my soul will linger on.
There are normally two sides to every story, fairytale or not,
but with my story just a reminder, there is not.
I could lie and tell you i'm fine, I could smile and disagree that i'm not;
for I am but a invisible girl that was interuppted too many times.
Does it please you to see me burn? to linger in the depts of hell?
I will allow you, to take my sanity with concious clear,
but if I sink, I will take you with me, my friend dear.
I'll allow your words to pierce my skin...your memories will seep in,
but only if you awnser my question, am I alive or dead?
I know they try and bring me back with med.
I could tell you i'm not suffering, act as sweet as sugar,
When Pigs Fly: [Ushijima x Reader]When Pigs Fly: [Ushijima x Reader] in Romance More Like This
I want to meet after my practice finishes. Please wait for me at the school gates after your
club is finished. I shouldn't be too long to meet you once you arrive there. - Ushijima
You stand at the school gates, your back leaning up against the metal bars, with the vibrant sun setting in the distance. Rustles of tree leaves fill the quiet air, and the far off chatter of the very few students left on the school grounds can be heard in the back of your ears. Your finger taps at the screen in certain motions as you play [fave. game app] on your phone, over and over again. You glance at the time on the screen.
Is it time to leave? He said he would be here not too long after club had finished, but he has yet to show. Should you wait a little longer? You probably should. In his note, it sounded like he wanted to talk to you about something serious. What could it be, you wonder? Ushijima is someone you barely know, so why the sudden confrontation? Have you done so
Stupidly Unlucky: [Haizaki x Reader]Stupidly Unlucky: [Haizaki x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Kuroko no Basuke.
Haizaki Shougo x Clumsy!Reader.
Ever since you were a child, life had been... well, more interesting for you than for others- in a way. You see, it seemed that trouble always took a liking to you, no matter where you were. Whether you were at home, in the classroom or at a cafe - misfortune followed. Maybe it was the work of your own actions, or maybe you were just unlucky. To be honest, though, you knew you were clumsy and dumb - so it wouldn't surprise you if someone sad all your misfortune was on your hands.
Like that time at home when you were carrying your dirty dish to the sink to wash it up, and you slipped on the tiled floor and broke the dish. Own-accord, or just bad luck? Well, your mother insisted it was your own fault for walking around bare foot into the kitchen area where water from your dog's water dish would often spill onto the floor.
Or that other time at school where you stood up to answer a que
1 New Message: [Uni Student!Armin x Peer!Reader]1 New Message: [Uni Student!Armin x Peer!Reader] in Romance More Like This
Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan.
Uni Student!Armin x Uni Student!Reader.
Contest Entry for Captain-Fan.
2:52 pm - Tuesday
To: Armin Arlert
Hey, Armin-buddy! Are you free? I need a study-buddy, but no-one else is free... We could meet up at the uni's cafe and book a booth, so we both have room to spread our textbooks and stuff out.
You up for it?
P.S. I've always heard that studying at coffee shops does something something to your brain which helps you study better.
1 New Message
Armin Arlert said:
Hello, [First]. I do not mind studying with you... I suppose you mean now, correct? Well, I am free, and that coffee shop idea sounds wonderful. I am just checking out a reference book at the university's library, so I am not far away. I will meet you there in five minutes.
P.S. You are correct about that last fact. Researchers ran a test with a few separate
Desert Lime: [Tsukishima x Reader]Desert Lime: [Tsukishima x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Tsukishima Kei x Reader.
"Citrus glauca, commonly known as desert lime, is a thorny shrub or small tree native to Queensland, New South Wales, and South Australia. The desert lime fruit is a highly prized bushfood used in a range of products, including marmalades, beverages, and succade. It has a strong lime-like flavour." - Wikipedia
If you were to liken Tsukishima Kei to something, it would be a desert lime. A strong, and deadly sour desert lime. The sour taste of that fruit was exactly how interacting with Tsukishima felt; that awful, vile, obnoxious taste. You hated it. You hated how the taste would plague your mouth with a disgusting numbness and cause your tongue to become crippled under its intensity. You hated h
Merry Christmas: [Alcoholic!Levi x Reader]Merry Christmas: [Alcoholic!Levi x Reader] in Drama More Like This
Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan.
Alcoholic!Levi Ackerman x Dead!Reader.
Note: Takes place after the fall of Wall Maria.
Songstamp: YouTube Video (start at 0:06): O Come O Come Emmanuel.
The day of the Lord’s birth; celebrated each year on the 25th of December.
This day was when families gathered, laughing and bonding in the joyful atmosphere. This day was when churches were at their highest, with a grand mass and angelic hymns floating out of the holy building and onto the streets.
A wholesome hymn echoed from the church near an inn where Levi was dwelling in Wall Rose. The loud organ echoed through the whole of Trost, spreading the word of Emmanuel’s birth. It’s melody floated through the open windows of fools, it’s heavenly sound greeting ears with wondrous vibrations - giving comfort, peace of mind
X and Y: [Hanamiya x Reader]X and Y: [Hanamiya x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Kuroko no Basuke.
Hanamiya Makoto x Airheaded!Reader.
You had never wanted that sadistic jerk Hanamiya Makoto to tutor you. In fact, you never wanted a tutor at all. Sure, maybe you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But what did that matter? Having someone to tell you what to do while treating you like a child was frustrating to you, and you didn’t want it!
“Go away,” you pouted, as the bad boy of the basketball team plopped himself down on a chair in front of you. Your maths teacher had arranged for Makoto to meet you in the school’s library after his practice had finished. You actually weren’t going to come, but your teacher and your best friend had dragged you here by your arms and legs.
“No thank you,” Makoto smirked. “Because if I stay, I’ll irritate you. Which is exactly what I want.”
Another reason why you didn’t want to come. Makoto loved to annoy and tease you to death. It had been that way sinc
Betimes: [Haruka x Reader]Betimes: [Haruka x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club / Eternal Summer.
Nanase Haruka x Reader.
Gift to maccagotmilk.
before the usual or expected time; early.
"next morning I was up betimes"
2. NORTH AMERICAN
sometimes; on occasion.
- Google Search Result
x x x
It was terribly hard to date Haruka, like, people had no idea.
When someone would mention the word boyfriend, the image of a handsome, well-toned and affectionate male would pop into one's head. Well, Haruka had the first two going for him, handsome and well-toned, but he struggled greatly with the affection part -
Contagious: [Himuro x Reader]Contagious: [Himuro x Reader] in Romance More Like This
1. (of a disease) spread from one person or organism to another, typically by direct contact.
"a contagious disease"
2. (of an emotion, feeling, or attitude) likely to spread to and affect others.
"her enthusiasm is contagious"
- Google Search Result
Himuro Tatsuya was a sedate guy, composed and hardly ever allowed his emotions get the better of him. He was always mature and level-headed, but also kind and courteous. Girls loved him for his gentle and caring nature, and others flocked to him for advice or just a quick chat. Charismatic and good-looking; cool and calm - Tatsuya was the epitome of halcyon. Placid. Untroubled by those around him. He knew how to stay tranquil, and u
Solstice Paladin: [Missing!Ginoza x Lover!Reader]Solstice Paladin: [Missing!Ginoza x Lover!Reader] in Drama More Like This
In the midst of frosted winter air, there you stand in the open. With snow descending from the heavens, your gaze never abandons the exterior of Ginoza's apartment. The familiar light from his windows have yet to be seen, and the quiet melody of his classic radio has yet to be heard. The well-known welcoming smile as he sees you standing outside his home has yet to be received, and the concerned comment about your exposure to the cold has yet to made. His place looks cold and bare, untouched by outsiders and devoid of the one person who brought that abandoned room life...
Ginoza has still yet to come home.
Like clockwork, you visit each morning, each noon and each night. For more than two weeks, this has been your priority of the day - visiting, checking, longing... How much longer is he planning to make you wait? Just how long would he be missing? When will he come home? When will you see him again? He left you nothing but questions
Typhoon: [Yuki x Boisterous!Reader]Typhoon: [Yuki x Boisterous!Reader] in Romance More Like This
Ace of Diamond.
Yuki Tetsuya x Boisterous!Reader.
There weren’t many things in this world that scared Tetsuya.
Sure, the odd horror movie got his heart pounding; thrillers made him sit on edge; serial killers made his heart shiver… But nothing really terrified him for nights on end, giving him nightmares and continuously making him wake up in his cold sweat.
Until he properly introduced his three month-long girlfriend to his teammates.
All the third years knew about Tetsuya’s adorable girlfriend, [Last] [First]. She was in their grade, after all. And she joined Jun’s friend group so she could sit with Tetsuya at lunch. The second-years also had previously caught wind of [First], too - thanks to Miyuki spotting them on a date. All of them were fine with her, and liked her platonically. The only problem lied in the unknowing first-years.
Or, more specifically, Sawamura Eijun. [First] was already a cheerful
binge eatingi have a buildupbinge eating in Free Verse More Like This
of black holes
suffocating my arteries,
having swallowed down
the bitter taste of too many
girls with galaxies traveling
the length of their spines.
i ate them in mouthfuls,
gaping & sad like a binge
reaching for the skies-
unable to hold them all in.
i don’t think the universe
is as vast
as it used to be,
of my ribs;
i am hungry.
& with a collection
of moon sighs
as a reminder
in my pockets,
i will just have to learn
how to calm this swollen
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry, in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies. in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
Brian and Kelly Alternate Story - Part 2 (FMG)Brian and Kelly Alternate Story - Chapter 2Brian and Kelly Alternate Story - Part 2 (FMG) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Urza2
(Author's Note: This story is NOT in the same continuity or time-line as Brian and Kelly. It is a completely alternate story featuring the same characters and universe commissioned by Urza2. Think of them as two different stories with the same characters and an alternate turn of events.)
That Thursday, Brian simply didn't feel good. His entire body ached from only a relatively short workout yesterday. In fact, he could barely get out of bed at all. After some initial resistance from his parents, Brian stayed home from school and rested. Unsure of why he felt this way, he simply knocked it up to illness of some sorts and tried to get better.
Meanwhile, Kelly felt absolutely fantastic. In fact, she had never felt more energetic before in her entire life. She found herself breezing through her day, fully alert and
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Commissioned by Up2nogd1
Part 1. Immediately after Chapter 1
"I believe you'll want more protein cream for your continued workout." Dr. Newman stated.
"You know it!" Grace cheerfully responded, smiling widely.
Newman returned the smile before reaching into his lab coat pocket and producing another tube of the fortified protein cream. "Here you go." he said, reaching his hand out to give Grace the container.
"Hmmm..." Grace brought her finger to her chin, causing a small, shapely bicep to pop up. "Something tells me that you'd enjoy putting that on me." she stated with a playful wink.
A familiar shade of red appeared on the 28 year old's face. "Well... I... Not to impose on our professional relationship..."
"Go ahead doc. I kind of like the idea of a personal servant." she explained, extending her arms outward, granting Newman permission to apply the cream onto her body.
The scientist continued blushing heavily as he twis
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based on a story commissioned by Urza2
(Author's note: This takes place approximately 1 week after Kelly starts working out..!)
Sunday April 22nd
Just got finished video chatting with Kelly. It was a pretty memorable experience, so I should probably record it here.
Kelly seemed even livelier than usual, if such a thing were even possible. She was absolutely brimming with feminine energy at the start of our conversation.
"How's it going Brian?" I recall her asking, as a large friendly grin met her face. Even her teeth seemed to be brighter than the last time I saw them.
While Kelly's web cam wasn't of the highest quality, it was screamingly obvious her body had already changed yet again since we last met on Friday. The first thing that caught my attention was how her shoulders looked like miniature boulders, and the strap of her signature tank-top seemed noticeably smaller than usual on t
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Monday, April 2nd
It was yet another boring day at Central High School. Well, that's not particularly true. Today marked the opening of the new school gym. We always had a gym, but the weight room was pretty shoddy. Since it'd been so long since anything was put into it, the school went all out and upgraded it to full Olympic standard.
Wednesday, April 4th
I never knew it, but it turns out that Kelly works out at home. She says she does push up and jogs sometimes. That'd explain why she's in such decent shape even though she eats more than I do at lunch. Not wanting to be outdone by a girl, I hit up the brand new gym after school. Oddly enough... I was the only person there. I did some basic arm and chest exercises - I'm pretty skinny and only 5'6", so I started off pretty light.
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by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Urza2 of DeviantArt
(Author's Note: This story is NOT in the same continuity or time-line as Brian and Kelly. It is a completely alternate story featuring the same characters and universe commissioned by Urza2. Think of them as two different stories with the same characters and an alternate turn of events.)
Kelly woke up bright and early the next day, absolutely filled to the brim with energy. She was more than eager to get back to the gym and grow even stronger. Not wanting to waste a moment, she started her morning exercise routine. Since she had surpassed 100 regular push ups the day before, she decided they were probably no longer beneficial and skipped straight to performing the single handed variant. Yesterday, single handed pushups were a bit of a challenge, but today Kelly was performing them almost effortlessly. She soon passed the 12 mark where she had to stop yesterday, and pr
DatBiceps Interview: Nia (Female Muscle)DatBiceps: Nia_13_BlueTop_Gym_Interview.wmvDatBiceps Interview: Nia (Female Muscle) in Short Stories More Like This
(This is just a short idea I had after watching various interviews with fitness models/body builders from one of the more well known femmuscle video sites. Might end up making a loosely related series after this! For anyone confused - the title is meant to be the filename of the video..!)
[You double click the file you recently downloaded. It's a DatBiceps production so you know it's high resolution. As the video starts up you start to hear the beginning of a cheesy royalty-free music track. Before long the voice of what you can discern is a large, somewhat laid back man kicks in.]
Mick: Today we have the lovely Nia, here at Platinum's Gym.
[Our scene is set in a prestigious looking gym. The camera is focused on a lovely young woman with lustrous, waist length brunette hair and deep brown eyes. She is wearing a fitting blue sports bra with an extremely skimpy pair of athletic boyshorts. Nia has the build of a prof
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by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Urza2 of DeviantArt
Wednesday, May 2 (written in class)
The hallways were abuzz with people gossiping about Kelly's amazing accomplishment. Some people theorized she was on steroids. Fortunately, those with at least an average intelligence realized that she was way too feminine, and steroids wouldn't help much with the likes of archery. Some theorized that she was secretly a super-hero, or was becoming one. Others thought that maybe she's an alien, or a government experiment. Regardless of their theories behind her new-found strength, everyone was talking about Central High's Super-Girl.
Everywhere she went, Kelly was swarmed by people. I was unable to have a one on one talk with her, which was really disappointing. During class I received a text from her asking if I could join her in the gym, to which I responded that I wo
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Blake felt a vibration in his pocket, an alert that he received a new text. He tapped the phone a few times, finding that the message was from his girlfriend, wondering when they were going to meet up for the evening. It quickly dawned on him – it was Valentine's day!
Blake had completely forgotten, and had neglected to pick up a gift or make real plans with her. They had been together for well over a year, leading him to take their relationship for granted. In fact, Valentine's as a whole seemed like a pain. It's not like he was going to really get anything out of it that he wouldn't normally. Still, as bothersome as it was, Blake knew that Marissa would be quite irate if he didn't at least go through the basic motions.
He sent a reply, informing her that he would swing by her place in a couple hours for a comfy night in. Marissa quickly responded, and while she seemed somewhat disappo
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(This is a short for-fun story that came to me during my 100k rant. While I'm now actually above 100k pageviews by a bit, I still wanted to write up this story since it will have sequels every arbitrary metric. Hope you enjoy, and keep in mind it's completely meant to be short, silly and "meta")
"So... How exactly does this work?" She asked, uncertain if I were serious or playing a practical joke. "I'm pretty sure that this sort of thing is scientifically impossible..."
"I..." the sentence started to form from my mouth, but I hesitated. "Well, Devia... I know it sounds crazy, and I don't expect you to believe me... But... Just give it a try. I mean, you were serious about what you said earlier, right?"
A warm smile met her lips. "Of course I did. I really do want to get super strong like the girls you write about!" Playfully, she pulled back the sleeve of her t-shirt and flexed her right arm. Instinctively, I reache
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by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by up2nogd1 of Deviantart
Grace Ellsworth's crystal blue eyes were transfixed on the television screen. If the announcer on the show was to be believed, a human being was about to attempt bench pressing a literal ton of weight on live television; without wearing a bench press shirt. Then again, there was no reason for Grace to doubt the man's capability or the challenge's legitimacy. After all, the man of the hour was none other than Shawn Masterson - Grace's, and millions of other women's dream crush.
As expected, the incredibly muscular athlete managed to properly press the cartoonishly large 2000 pounds weight to his chest. The crowd went wild, especially the female portion. Masterson had done it again, he broke his own record. Grace stared longingly at the screen. While the 18 year old was no slouch herself, a blonde beauty with an immaculately tight and to
Lod i ogienLód i ogień kiedyś się spotkająLod i ogien in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Połączone jak światłość i cień
W smutku, w szczęściu, smak siebie poznają
Gładki jedwabiem, kujący jak cierń
Utopieni kaskadą wyższości
Nad szczytem piekła, hen w dolinach snu
Otoczeni honorem podłości
Poranieni są gładkością kłów...
Na śmierć, na zatracenie, na chwałę pamięci
Odtańczycie tan pragnących ciał
Z czasu wyzwoleni, ze świata wyrżnięci
Upojeni przez wspólnoty szał
Opowiedz mi o cieniu, choć idziemy w świetle
A pragnąc księżyca słońce ogląda nas
Nawet będąc w niebie mówił będę o piekle
Stąpając w wieczności, pomnym, czym jest czas
Więc znowu i już nigdy, na zawsze-ani razu
Połączmy dusze dwie w tańcu odrębno
WierszSkrzydła rozdarły światłoWiersz in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Zabiły czas, rozcięły dźwięk
Serce ciśnięto w mokradło
W piekło i otchłań wiecznych męk
Ukryto klucz w innym świecie
Pisanym magią wielkich słów
O końcu nam opowiecie...
Zamknięto w chaosie ludzkich głów
Spłoń, upadku! W chaosie
W dźwiękach prawdziwej pieśni!
Tyś głupcem sromotnym, o losie!
Głupcem topionym w pleśni...
Krwawią niebiosa związane...
Strachem i krzykiem naszych snów
Serca z piersi wyrwane
Ogniem, despotą diabła kłów!
Ująłem w dłonie spojrzenie
Tonąc w wyśnionym karminie ust
Spadajmy w wiecznie uśpienie..
By lód wśród chmur roztopić móc!
Dłoń sięgnęła nad księżyc
Wpadając w upojność lśniących gwiazd
By w lodzie czasów mitrężyć
I w serce chłoną
Adamantowy Rycerz- Prolog i ep1PrologAdamantowy Rycerz- Prolog i ep1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sir Taintar Horrce, wierny rycerz królestwa Ealionnu i lorda Uthera Pendragona, pociągnął łyk piwa. „Krzyk Wiwerny" to może nie była zbyt zachęcająca nazwa dla trunku, aczkolwiek ów napitek uchodził za najlepsze ciemne piwo w północnym Ealionnie. Gęsta piana i głęboki smak na chwilę pocieszyły ciemnowłosego, krótko ostrzyżonego mężczyznę o szerokich barach i wąskich ustach. Po raczej przystojniej twarzy znać było zaniepokojenie i zamyślenie, a jasne oczy uważnie przyglądały się tłumkowi zebranemu w gospodzie „Pod Krzywą Wieżą". Była to jedna z podlejszych camelockich tawern, dlatego też klientela nie wyglądała na zbyt wymagającą. Tanie, ale obdarzone mimo wszystko ponętną, północnoealiońską urodą dziwki, drobni szulerzy, tani najemnicy, którzy po prawdzie nie ró&
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I skrzydeł kolor moich nocą
Niech lęka się nas nawet śmierć
A dzień niech drży przed naszą mocą!
I w śmiechu opętanym, w flamenco piekielnym
Roztaczam swe szaleństwo nad widnokrąg nieba
I niczym hen w krainach, dolinach promiennych
Znajdziemy w fantazji wszystko, co nam trzeba
Jak lotem jaskółczym na zapowiedź zimy...
I słońca odejściem, noc nam witającym
Myśmy są tułacze, co fantazję czcimy
Z księżycowym blaskiem i świtem wstającym
To my byśmy w lasach życie przetańczyli
To my byśmy pod gwiazd operetką płacząc
Hen, w jaskiń ciemność... MAGIĘ byśmy przeżyli...
Skrzydła rozwijając, w innych światach walcząc
Hej, zapłoń ognisko, niczym Celtów czary
Pochowane w pieśniach na kartach historii
Adamantowy Rycerz- ep5Rozdział V: Nie samą wojną rycerz żyjeAdamantowy Rycerz- ep5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Diana prowadziła pochód. Mieszkańcy wioski Słomiane Chaty ciągnęli za nią, otoczeni przez kilkunastu Błędnych Rycerzy. Dziewczyna nie zdążyła się zbytnio zaprzyjaźnić z żadnym z nich, pomijając oczywiście sir Carasira, z którym spędzała nieco czasu. W sumie przyzwyczaiła się i polubiła także krasnoludy, a z kapłanem- Iggdarem toczyła często rozmowy na temat historii, w które ochoczo wtrącali się wyzdrowiały w końcu druid Sadalar i czasem, choć rzadziej, Aranthir. Młody Pendragon jednak zajęty był przewodzeniem uchodźcom, mimo to starał się poświęcać kompanom wystarczająco dużo czasu. Czarnowłosa widziała, jak ten odciąża ich jeszcze od zajęć, którymi przecież mogli się bez problemu
Adamantowy Rycerz- ep3Rozdział III: Pieśni CieniAdamantowy Rycerz- ep3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gdy sen odszedł niemal błyskawicznie, pozostawiając po sobie bolesną rzeczywistość, Danalyd już wiedział, co powinien robić. Szybkie kopnięcie, akrobatyczny wyskok z łóżka i zwrócenie się przodem to napastnika. Materializacja pozasferowego sztyletu w prawej ręce i… rzut! Błysk zimnego ostrza rozciął na chwilę mrok królewskiej sypialni, a władca Mrocznych Elfów cisnął w zabójcę kolejnym nożem. Asasyna jednak już tam nie było. Mimo to Danalyd nie dał się zaskoczyć- trenowane przez ponad pięc wieków zmysły zdolnego Morccain wychwyciły ruch wroga w ciemnościach i król skutecznie zablokował chcącą uderzyć go rękę. Zleceniodawcy zabójcy chyba nie docenieli króla- ale docenili strażników, którzy, zapewne martwi, nie wpadli za zabójcą do sypialni swego wła
Do OpiekunowWy, którzy stoicie z boku...Do Opiekunow in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Co kryjecie się w cieniach!..
Poza domeną wzroku...
W innych mieszkacie spojrzeniach!
Znów będę was prosił i mówił
Że bliskim potrzeba pomocy...
Nie chcę, by ktoś nas zbawił!
Lecz nie będę tak trwał w niemocy!
Nocą jesteście silniejsi
Więc wysłuchajcie mej prośby!
Chociaż nie myśmy najwięksi
Nie myśmy rycerze groźby...
Niektórzy żyją w cierpieniu
Niektórzy z tych mi najbliższych...
Taplają się w bolesnym cieniu...
Chwytają tratw choćby najlichszych
Nie wyście są wszechmogący
Bo takich tu przecież nie ma
Amulet na sercu płonący...
Rozświetla nasze spojrzenia!
Nadzieja naszymi ostrzami
I bronią najpotężniejszą
Jesteśmy zwycięstwa królami
Gwardią Wam najwierniejszą!
Stoimy więc tu, gotowi
By cios przyjąć na serce!
InkantacjaWszystkie użyte w tekście imiona aniołów są prawdziwe.Inkantacja in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Mehielu, Aniele Poetów!
Skrzydlaty Władco Natchnienia!
Cały w bezdymnym płomieniu
Wysłuchaj mego krzyczenia!
Wzywam Ciebie, dziś Cię proszę
O weny kroplę i jej siłę!
Bo ja z zamiarem się noszę
Wiersze sercom budować miłe...
Więc błogosław moje słowa!
Moją pieśń i me wersety!
Aby piękną była mowa!
Niczym hymny, jak sonety!
Ayaelu, Tyś Mądrością
Także Wiarą Twoja moc
Ayaelu, Tyś Radością!
Co światłem zabija noc!
Pomóż nam dziś stawić czoła
Całym armiom przeciwności
Taka dziś jest moja wola!
Byś dopomógł nam w ciemności!
Dodaj nam sił, bo do walki
Bardzo wiele ich potrzeba
By z życiowej, chwiejnej barki...
Nie wypaść, się nie pogrzebać!
Adamantowy Rycerz- ep2Rozdział II: Odwaga BraffdanaAdamantowy Rycerz- ep2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Szczęk mieczy powoli zanikał i tonął wśród morza jęków i błagań o pomoc, a dzielni żołnierze, dumnie stojący naprzeciw wroga zaczęli zmieniać się w przerażony motłoch, uciekający we wszystkie strony przed nadchodzącą ciemnością. W mroku kryją się pająki i błyszczą rubinowe ślepia. Pomyślał sir Vendhal, przyglądając się wszystkiemu jakby z oddali. Całe pole bitwy zamazywało się na jego oczach, a rozrzedzone grupki zdesperowanych wojowników poczęły przemieniać się w zbitki kolorów i odległych dźwięków- mieszaniny odgłosu stali uderzając o stal, wrzasków i tupotu nóg w ciężkich butach… Rozmazany, niewyraźny obraz zadgrał, ale utrzymał się, by przy drugim zakłóceniu całkiem zniknąć…
Adamantowy Rycerz- ep4Rozdział IV: Błędni RycerzeAdamantowy Rycerz- ep4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ukrył się za wyjątkowo wielkim drzewem, które średnio pasowało do, mimo że wysokich, to i tak niewielkich w porównianiu do innych drzew w Puszczy Granicznej, świerków otaczających polanę. Wiedział, że w pobliżu poukrywały się także wilki Sadalara, gotowe wspomóc go w walce. Samą polanę zajmowało kilku leśnych orków, mniej niż tuzin. Był to zapewne patrol, który natknął się na uciekające przez las dwa krasnoludy. Aranthir wyraźnie widział, że jeden jest nieprzytomny, a drugi, mimo związania, wyraźnie wyrywa się i klnie jak najęty. Leśni orkowie byli na tyle tchórzliwi, że mimo, iż czarnobrody krasnolud, ubabrany dodatkowo zaschniętą krwią orków, był skrępowany, woleli do niego nie podchodzić. Rycerz uśmiechnął się, sły