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The MonsterI can't trust;More Like This
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?
Breakdown- 0.2BREAKDOWN-0.2More Like This
"A November midnight in New Hampshire and we didn't bring and umbrella."
Harmony couldn't tell if Hollis was mocking her or joking, but the blithe demeanor that was present in Hollis' voice proved the latter. Hollis never seemed to be happy. Harmony did not count smiling as happiness, for Hollis was never genuine. Hollis didn't take Harmony out or introduce her to her family or accept presents, just out of the fear that people would find out eventually what was going on.
Hollis knew that Harmony was trying, but it was becoming a problem when Harmony showed up at her door every other night, having an attack and banging on the
Breakdown- 0.9BREAKDOWN- 0.9More Like This
The next few days were lonely for Harmony, but seventy-two hours after she was put in the hospital, she was right back out, Hollis awaiting her with a bouquet of roses and a fold-up wheelchair. "It's about time we take you home."
They were both happy, overcoming the shock of the last few days' events. Hollis' house was much safer than Harmony's dinky apartment, so they came to the general consensus that Harmony would move in. That way, Hollis could keep an eye on Harmony, and Harmony could help Hollis to get everything in their lives stable and situated. The mutual agreement was settled, and they managed to Harmony-proof the
fairy tales are like real life except no one dies.pretending is somethingMore Like This
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how
a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything.a breath can mean so much more.More Like This
a fear keeps me from catching it.
actually, it's more than fear.
an enigma possesses me like the strongest gale.
avid dreaming is destroyed by nightmares.
bound to be broken sooner or later.
breathe your lifeblood into me.
can you help me?
can't you help me?
cancerous thoughts spread like wildfire.
cold hands don't hold mine anymore.
cough up blood to keep from choking.
crying isn't optional--it's recreational.
dancing thoughts evade me like fairytales.
don't you want to call me?
don't you want to keep me?
don't you want to save me?
doubt is the only thing keeping you from answering.
each teardrop is a story.
e
Feeling Good!The freeness is only momentary.More Like This
Enjoy the relishing feelings
and smile to your joy.
Like life,
You'll never know when you will be happy again.
It hits you
Then leaves.
Like a rainy day,
It will toss your ways
And then leaves you wayward.
Confused.
Again, it will come back
And do the same again and again.
Always coming back.
But it's refreshing and beautiful,
All at once.
Happiness is a sneak attack.
Happens, then doesn't.
Hold on to it with a clear head and
Enjoy!!!!
- Taylor Huskey (47th poem)
several ways to severely sever yourselves.i've watched so many people fade away.More Like This
it wasn't that i wanted to, i just felt so
obligated to view their personal manifesto of
melancholy because i wasn't obsessed enough
with mine to call it a disease just quite yet.
each moment is like another grain of sand
slipping to the other side of the hourglass,
a millisecond i will never get back, something
only achievable in my dreams, not any reality.
my mishaps are like ecstasy. every time that i
feel sadness pulsing through my translucent
fleshy coat, veins the deepest blue that only
the most wan of individuals can relate to, i
see only that rush of anxiety that can get
that blood pumping faste
something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it.fluidity.More Like This
that's all it is.
where some people
let their words be
smooth, i halt mine
with awkward breath
marks and unnecessary
punctuation. i lack
fluidity.
to be eloquent
and to be well read
are two completely
different things.
i am not pedantic.
i just like words
and use them even
if they don't fit.
because i don't have
fluidity.
i'm choppy, brittle,
snappy words like
bubble wrap, quick
and crunchy like
chopsticks on a
keyboard, i can't
use proper metaphors,
for that would
defeat the purpose
of my piece. why
would i change
relatability when
i can easily lose
fluidity?
i don't care how
the words get out
just as long as
they spit out
even
IdentityLost.More Like This
Found.
It Doesn't matter.
Control slipped.
Chaos closed in.
My identity
Reared it's head,
And slammed me down.
Leaving me in the dust.
Never to be found.
- Taylor Huskey (42 poem)
It's My LifeLeave me alone.More Like This
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.
We Carry OnThe tears don't stop, but we keep on livingMore Like This
The scars are back, but keep on healing
Nothing will be the same
Are you crazy?
From this we are strong, if not stronger
This was special, never been around before
True, but that makes it all the more precious to hold on to
Don't let this ruin your heart
I don't know what to do know
Neither do I. Until I thought back on it
And a few things came to mind
I am not afraid to keep on living
The future is bulletproof
So long and goodnight
We carry on
Broken Wings / To Fly.I want to see,More Like This
the world and beyond,
but something shackles,
me to the ground.
My wings are broken,
I can't fly away,
it won't heal,
without hope.
Something festers,
in my soul,
this hate I have,
I need a cure.
I want be free,
I will break free,
from this cage I'm in,
stuck underground.
Fire burns alight,
in the dark night,
keeps the shadows,
away from myself.
-------
Now these broken wings,
are healed and full,
I'll take the first step,
to rise toward the heavens.
I'm free from the ground,
and to the skies I fly,
this freedom I sought,
it feels like nothing I ever felt before.
It feels so good,
to take flight,
through-out the clouds,
fairy tales are like real life except no one dies.pretending is somethingMore Like This
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how
Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3I had come to the conclusion that poor Delilah was destined to be attached to me for the school year. When she received her schedule, we had all but three classes together. Seven periods a day with this new girl—the worst part was that her sister was in three of them with us.More Like This
Our clique compared schedules after we received them at the assembly. A majority of our group was in remedial classes. Emily was in several honors courses, believe it or not, and I had a mainly academic schedule. Disregarding that massive amount of classes I had with Delilah, I had pre-calculus and lunch with everyone. I had English with everyone but Emily. I had h
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can…if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry…I'm goiMore Like This
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.More Like This
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye
Letters To GodMore Like This
There's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I
Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.More Like This
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some timeMore Like This
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
After The RainAfter The RainMore Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...More Like This
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls s
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,More Like This
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
For me
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father TimeMore Like This
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
The Morpheandir Tales: Tome of the Hero IntroTo the One Who Finds This Letter:More Like This
It is fair to say that I, more than likely, will never meet you, and that you, more than likely, will never meet me. However, you and I surely have a lot in common, despite the fact that we may not live in the same country or even look similar. If you decide that you wish to delve into the secrets that are found in the following pages, you will have made the same choice that I have: to become one of the few Chosen that still walk this planet. But before we get to all the little details, let me introduce myself.
My name is Xel Brink, and obviously, I am one of the Chosen. I know, my name's a difficult one, isn't it? Put together slowly, it might sound like “kiss sell”, but in all actuality, my name is pronounced “kuh zell”, so it rhymes with gazelle. Before I made my choice and became one of the Chosen, I had a different name, one that was much less complicated, but after I got involved in what came to be known as the Dravorniam
Wolves At The DoorThere comes a time when you have toMore Like This
face the wolves at the door
You can hear their hungry, rotten breath
panting just outside, ready to pounce
The moment your resolve to
stand your ground weakens
Sooner or later
It's either
Eat or be eaten
There comes a time when you have to
read the writing on the wall
Those inked words, not red, but
threateningly bloody, have been
appearing slowly, spelling doom
You can only pretend to ignore it
For so long
It's either
Choose or be chosen
There comes a time when you are
between the devil and the deep blue sea
the lesser of two evils, is not always
prominent by the shape of the eye;
The Pens Have DriedMy pen has been flowingMore Like This
across the page, since dawn
yet its ink leaves no trace
My mind has been going
in circles, all day long
hand keeping to its pace
The blank pages stare
And I wonder;
what it is they say?
Whispers in the air
Unwritten words
that my pens betray
Oh, those great poets,
I so awed
And once aspired to be
Though, my heart knows
It is flawed
Would they frown upon me?
It seems
my hand cannot cease
begins to ache
In my dreams,
my heart knows no peace
till it breaks
The words have cried
In sad silence
as the sun sets upon this day
The pens have dried
And I wonder
What it is I've been trying to say
Nature's WayThe way you walk in that direction.More Like This
Your feet sway so effortlessly between the cracks,
that I wonder if you even see them.
You're so delighted to see another person,
as if they're your identical replicate,
and the breeze pushes you ever so softly
towards them - no hesitancy, no second thoughts,
as if you've never had to.
What's beneath your skin?
Take me into it, it just isn't human to me
how at a flip of an invisible switch,
you can distort the muscles in your body
to get the desirable effect, the exact one
the person in front of you craved for.
You walk into a crowd of people so natural,
like there's no worry of rejection, sa
EpistemologyYou never knew a morning of decaffeinationMore Like This
You never knew a day without a can of sugar
You never knew a night without a match-struck candle
You never knew a dream that you couldn't remember
You never knew the limits of bottled prescription
You never knew the reason why your mother left you
You never knew the person that your father became
You never knew the psychiatrist who could help you
I never knew why you dove into shallow water
I never knew why your neck broke without a warning
I never knew why they left you alienated
I never knew why they didn't come to your mourning
You always knew how to make your hair look so pretty
You
Sicilian QuatrainSometimes the sun will shine too bright for song,More Like This
Sometimes the dead will overwhelm the crows,
Sometimes the moon will pull on strings too strong;
But days like these will triumph days like those.
The Half-Way PointWe had fallen together before;More Like This
into love and into sleep
and as I careened from
one consciousness to another
I heard you speak to me.
Your whispers tint my dreaming hours
with rosy kisses and a gentle touch.
And when I hurtle down
through starlight and through stinging clouds,
you catch me as I go.
Through a veil of halfway-dreaming,
I reached out and brushed the wall instead.
I thought you'd turned to stone
and shivering I dreamed you left me
living life alone.
So when I woke I read your words
to reassure me you were well,
and I calmed my trembling like
you would if you were here.
I constantly come to terms
that my soul's hand is hol
i'll have you know he's a starMy brother repeatedly would hide his scars on his armsMore Like This
but he was convinced that his biggest scar was his heart
because he constantly felt broken.
(He always convinced himself that he was a monster,
but the secret is that he had a heart full of gold.)
I swore to myself
that I'd never cry around you
since you always made me feel like steel,
but the second I saw your limp body
I broke down until I could no longer breathe.
(I swear that my heart's been dead
ever since you've been gone.)
My father always said that when we are young
we aren't supposed to understand death
because we're all too addicted to drugs and alcohol,
i'll always be your little soldier.i.More Like This
My father always told me that there's more to life
than breathing,
but how could you ever breathe
when your lungs feel collapsed
and your heart feels like a battle wound
because you can never feel again?
ii.
I always tried to believe in myself
because I knew I was a fighter
since I never had a chance to be anything else.
I always had to wash your scars off for you
and be your little solider
as you cried in my arms
because you said that you lost your heart in the war.
It always killed me when you cried,
I'll never be the same again.
iii.
You always pleaded the words ''please be better than me''
like they were
CelestesYour breath sweeps light into dark cornersMore Like This
an ocean moving beneath your lips
in soft waves.
Light refracts into hollow depths
a lullaby speaking grief into deep blues
and long boats whispers sighs of love
against the hull of you
the streets step lies over our tongues
repeating as each sole meets asphalt
and treads shadow into black
each word falls over the page
like teeth
or the gentled sounds of love
echoing in a silent grenade
the soft soliloquy of us
shapes under a new world
it murmurs into space
and speaks satellites
into black holes
Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.More Like This
It was the color of caramel.
On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.
Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.
She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.
I must have her.
I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.
For i have waited to long for my princess.
With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.
"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"
And like that he left her naked and alone.
Dear Beloved Rose:Dear Beloved Rose:More Like This
I am sorry that she left you,
Really I thought she would love you for all that you were.
How could I have known that your appearance would only make her angry?
Or that your fragrance would disappoint.
Perhaps it was your thorny nature that decided her.
Perhaps if you had been a bit less green around her new friend;
She would have taken a liking
Or if your red complexion had been but a bit paler,
I'm sure it would've worked out then.
If only you had kept your petals from unfolding.
If you had only stayed together in sweet repose;
I'm sure she would've loved you.
But look at you.
You're coming apart even as I sp
OrnithologyI sometimes imagine us,More Like This
Years down the road, sitting
On the patio of a London bistro
Much more sophisticated than we are.
We'll waste the afternoon drinking tea
As impolitely as we can.
We'll chat too loudly about absolutely nothing,
But with such authority the woman one table over—
The one with the ugly scarf,
Because it's always the one with the ugly scarf—
Will mistake you for someone famous.
We'll spend the next hour reminiscing
Youthful conquests, like Cleopatra might,
Or Anne Boleyn.
Then we'll make-believe
Like nothing's wrong with us.
We'll call it a day—
Find a good pub and drink a bottle of gin,
Each—
After watchi
ReviverCan I dance to your heartbeat for a while?More Like This
I've lost my rhythm, I can't hear it anymore.
I just need some time to get into the swing,
Just need to break free from a life so lonely.
Will you sing to me the stories I need to hear?
After all this time I have no voice to offer.
All these truths fed to me like life support,
Tear them from my head, I won't believe them anymore.
Could it be that you're teaching me to live again?
Somehow beauty's rising from what was such a mess.
As my soul reanimates after stagnating far too long,
I only hope I harmonize with the cadence of your song.
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever — Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium — and yet have no special talent of your own?More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the wor
Incomprintent Many of my friends have told me stories about their printers and how printing something correctly can be difficult. It seems a known fact that many households have printers that simply won't do the job. They're always running out of ink, or you accidentally print something on scrap paper and can't make the printer stop, or anything of the like. However, I have never heard a single story about a printer half as useless as the one sulking sadly by the computer in my house.More Like This
My printer is similar to an old man. It's gray, makes weird noises, and won't work unless it's in a "good mood."
Let's pretend it's the start of the night
In independenceYou are thereMore Like This
Through it all
Saving them
From the fall
You tell yourself
To bear the pain
To stand up
Cause they're all fake
They smile at you
You smile at them
Waiting for the thank you
That never came
Cause in this world
There are those like you
Diligent yet oppressed
Abused yet strong
But young girl
Stop your hating
They will all pay
For the debt unpaid
180 days
Your revenge awaits
For they will suffer
For the crimes they made
180 days
Your freedom awaits
And you will find joy
In independence
HumanPride himself would kneel before you,More Like This
placing his crown of thorns at your feet;
staring at your lifeless eyes in defeat.
Gluttony is ever by your side,
awaiting the fresh meat
you will provide him to eat.
Sloth challenges you as always,
but remains conquered still.
No one can defeat your rigid will.
You harbour Wrath in chains
made out of your own sweat and toil.
Released only when your strength wanes,
He never really sees the light.
Envy forever runs in your veins,
laughing with glee and causing you pain.
Lust, how she loves your lilting lies!
So casually spoken yet such cruelty they hide.
You believe yourself to be above
What Is Left A song. Not a popular one, no, and neither an underground, 'hipster-only' song. Just a song. A song probably only a few people on earth have heard, just like millions of other songs composed by regular people in the whole world. A song about nothing and at the same time about anything you want. A song that has no words but speaks to you in its own way. Not money, not houses, not paintings, not even writings, but just a song out of it all. Of course people will remember them all; some - the money, some - the houses and the paintings there, some - the poems and the stories. But it is not the money that is his biggest treasure, nor are the houses and all the wealth they keep within, neither the old fashioned poems and certainly not the short stories he wrote during long sleepless nights.More Like This
A song. A song he came with one long summer day, unaware of what he was creating. If he knew that it would be the last thing he ever composed he probably would have paid more attention
An Orphan with a Necklace Chp. 1This is a story I started a little while ago (Okay, a long while ago), and I finished the first book of it (little notebook; not much to it). I hope you like this, and I hope I get positive comments, this being my first story.More Like This
And, the title? Well, I thought of it like, just now XD Horrible title, I know XP Sorry if I rush the story. I might paraphrase a bit...
Anyways, over all, I hope you like it. Don't be afraid to tell me to step it up a bit. I know I need to, but I'm just going by the old book. Thanks for reading!
Now, for the story...
It was a sunny day in Mobius. A little town, but with several buildings and people. The little 5 y
Fancy-Pantsy and the Warlock Fancy-Pantsy and the WarlockMore Like This
A long, long time ago, there once was a kingdom by the name of You-Need-A-Life that was being terrorized by an evil warlock named Tutu von Huggles. Tutu von Huggles was an ancient, powerful warlock who wanted nothing more than to marry the queen of You-Need-A-Life, Vita Moomoo. Queen Vita Moomoo, however, was in love with the valiant knight Sir Fancy-Pantsy Knighty-Whitey, who was always accompanied by his heroic steed Hermando. However, Sir Fancy-Pantsy was in love with the princess of You-Need-A-Life, Gina Gigglybutt Moomoo. But Princess Gina Gigglybutt Moomoo was attracted to Hermando. And Hermando
Construction Paper HeartIn all my life, there are many things my brothers taught me. Very few of them were taken seriously, and I can only remember a handful.More Like This
And so, rule number four was as follows: If you're ever on your first date with a guy in a restaurant and your date orders a lemon margarita, dump him. Immediately. Just end it right there.
Rule number six was to never, ever feed a stray cat tuna, for then, they will become tuna junkies.
Yes, I know, they're both very important life lessons; I agree. However, there's a deeper meaning in both of them. ...Well, alright, maybe there isn't.
But they did teach me this, and it's more than enough to make it throu
A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnightMore Like This
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.
"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!
Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.
"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.
A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...
This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;
The ListShe has a list.More Like This
She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.
Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.
Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.
The l
China X Reader -FinalsYour POVMore Like This
It was the last period of long anticipated Fraiday as you sat in your Advanced World History class. You were doodling when you should have been paying attention.
“Miss _____” your teacher barked, snapping you out of your doodle-filled wonderland.
“Since you are not making any attempt to listen to my lesson, you must already know the year in which Hong Kong gain sovereignty from Britain and was returned to China. So would you please be ever so kind as to enlighten the rest of the class.”
The teacher, along with the rest of your class stared at you waiting for an answer.
“Uh…1997?” you stammered.
“Well, you must be paying more attention than you and I both think.” Your teacher then continued lecturing.
Honestly, the only reason you knew that was because of your Chinese friend Yao. He really missed his homeland so you listened to him whenever he ranted about the culture and history of China. Actu
One SecondDear You,More Like This
Yes, I know what you're thinking:
"There's that creepy girl again,
the one that stares at me all day
and gets all nervous when I'm around."
But I have a lot to tell you,
even if you're not reading this,
so just bear with me.
You- yes, you- are ruining my life.
I used to be so content with myself,
convinced that love was pointless
and dating people is just a hassle.
I knew that looks didn't matter,
that I should look out for myself
and not care what other people think.
What have you done with that girl?
I'm wasting all my time on you,
and I know that, but I can't stop.
I worked so hard on that project,
hoping it would be per
Set Yourself Free"To lose control is to be finally free."More Like This
How could something so right turn out so wrong?
It's been years since our luck ran out and left us here.
My bones all resonate a burning lullaby.
This world is too much noise.
I long for the moment our silence is broken.
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge,
I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
All my fears, my insecurities, are falling like tears.
In that moment, I refused to close my eyes anymore.
Knees are weak; hands are shaking; I can't breathe.
Wait for me now, air's running out.
Make it stop!
I laugh this constant pain away,
But if to live we have to be numb, I'd rath
All ApologiesIt's been a long timeMore Like This
since I've said I'm sorry.
Over three days, in fact.
So I'll make up for it now.
I'm sorry
for being so cynical,
for shooting down anything
and everything that you say.
It's just how I am.
I hate it, too.
I'm sorry
for taking from you.
For stealing and stealing,
and never giving back.
It must be difficult.
Please hate me.
I'm sorry
for being so incompetent,
for saying hurtful things
at any chance I get.
I promise you don't deserve it.
Don't listen to me.
I'm sorry
for never even saying thank you
for all the times you've held me
and wiped away my tears;
I was blind to yours.
Blissful ignorance (to me).
I'm sorry
f
Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.More Like This
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhap
Hetalia x Reader-UNO!Hetalia x ReaderMore Like This
UNO!
(You, America, England, Germany, Prussia, Spain, France, and Russia)
WARNING: Contains some bad words and stereotype jokes. Please do not take any offense to the jokes, remember-not all stereotypes are true! But let's face it, y'all watch Hetalia-you love offensive-politically incorrect humor! Contains Some mature humor and HARD-CORE CARD GAME PLAYING!
You've been warned~~~ ENJOY!
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It was a rainy afternoon and you and your friends Alfred, Ivan, Arthur, Ludwig, Gilbert, Francis and Antonio were stuck indoors-bored outta your minds! You'd played every possible song on Rock Band AND Guita
Black Rabbit - Part oneMore Like This
The rain had stopped sometime that morning, leaving everything reflective and crystal clear. Water crystals sliding down the countless trees at the foot of a grassy hill on the edge of town. At the peak of the hill stood a two story house however; white paneling and green trimming decorating the architecture. A balcony which had two sliding doors which led into the well kept house- but I'll get into that in a minute. Overall, The property felt so tranquil and was just plain gorgeous with the lake further down past the orchard. But as peaceful as it was looking out to the house, Looks can be deceiving.
"I can't believe you'd go on and do that
DenmarkxReader::Sadie Hawkins Dance(Request)Sadie Hawkins DanceMore Like This
Denmark x Reader(Request)
Yet another day at school for Mathias, the class clown, the schmoozer, and the love-struck idiot that fell for a girl who barely notices him romantically. This grated on the Dane's nerves too, for he was quite well known around the school with the ladies for his smooth jokes and witty comebacks.
But the blue eyed teen wasn't to give up on her just yet, no, there was also the most looked-forward-to dance of the year and that was none other than the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Not only was this dance extremely fun but there was a kick: girls ask the guys; and there was NO WAY ______ was not going to a
A Common Cause'Cassandra Green, going off duty.'More Like This
'Good work today, Cassandra,' her smart phone replied. 'Your voice level indicates that you are tired. I would advise you not to drive.'
'I'm always tired, Nanny. Please, you know I'm a really safe driver.'
The voice from the phone did not answer straightaway. Cassie waited, holding her breath, though she didn't know why. Even if her breathing made a difference to Nanny's decision, there were worse things than being forbidden to drive home.
'Very well, Cassandra,' Nanny said at length. 'Just be sure to drive at a reasonable speed, and keep a window open.'
'Yes, Nanny.'
Cassie got into her car and
Hetalia: You're Not The Kool-Aid Man!It all started when a very, very intoxicated America came bursting through the hard cement wall bellowing, "Oh yeah!"More Like This
England glanced up from the newspaper he had been reading and his facial expression turned into one of despair at the sight of the drunk American. Horrified dark green eyes met slightly hazy baby blue ones. "Oh no!" he screeched, making a mad dash towards the door and knocking over a small table in his haste to escape.
"Ennnglaaaaanddd...!" America slurred, swaying on his feet as he began to follow the Brit. A dopey smile crept across his face, proving that he was definitely not sober.
"Go away, you idiot! Y-Y-You're not th
Estonia x Reader: Above Anyone Else...Part 1More Like This
'I wonder if today is the day I should tell him…' you wondered to yourself.
This was a question you'd asked yourself many times before but still you found yourself asking it again with the same anxiety plaguing your heart as the first time you asked it.
You looked over at the man next to you who was currently telling you how things were going in his country; after all you had asked…and yet you weren't really listening. You felt kind of selfish. This guy was always going through quite a bit and he really deserved some genuine attention, especially from you, his best friend. Yet you were far more concerned right now with confessing
Rather Important In Regards To You"Rather Important In Regards To You"More Like This
4/29/12
My life has always been like a watercolor
Painting, full of swirls and turns and
Boundless hues ranging from the most
Emphatically happy to the melancholiest
Moroseness ever felt in a human person.
You're like the perfect paintbrush.
You come to me and wipe away all of
The smears of tears that's letting the color
Drip away off of my canvas, and you help
To recreate this faded painting.
Now, this metaphor can't extend much longer.
It seems you're all I ever think about,
What I dream about, you're always there.
As the remnants of my past are reconstructed
By those around me, attemptin
