Styrofoam BreathA new sun rises,Styrofoam Breath23 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A day has dawned.
The tables have turned
And the curtains are drawn.
Static faces in blank disguises,
Two suns can't set before another rises.
Gazing to the unknown horizon,
My whole world is torn.
Flowing from her eyes and and into mine,
Prospects are reborn.
The vision forever lingers:
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers.
The sky was murky,
Two drops of color lost in a glass.
Stirred once and left...
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep.
Without fair warning,
And angels at night
Have never dreamt of morning.
Wrinkled, cracked plastic...
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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 710 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
2p!America x Shy!Reader Cold. It was cold. Freezing really.2p!America x Shy!Reader23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Washington this time of year was, really in lack of better words, numbed to everything in the outside world. Time seemed to slow down, as did crime, accidents and the such. Walking outside was just a bad idea, but you needed inspiration for your writing. Anything to spark your creativity, but as I said before nothing happens in December.
The small sleepy town of (make it up .-.) was not much help either. The snow plow had already come through and piled high icy mounds onto the sidewalks and median of Main Street, and thrown salt on the rode to prevent black ice. Most of the shops where open, warm
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,He doesn't write poetry anymore.21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
Carried Away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader part11Carried Away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader part1120 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear the fuzziness. He thought it was strange that the ceiling was made out what looked like tree branches, instead of the thick logs his father had secured with great care. And while he was thinking of that, why was the ceiling so low?
He sat up quickly and was assaulted by cold winter air. That's when everything that had happened came rushing back. Getting captured by Indians, becoming friends with _____, getting captured again, this time with others, the kids escaping, and then... It was really blurry and could easily been a dream, but he seemed to remember _____ hau
PocketLeftover religion in the pocketPocket11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink
A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
AstrologicalI have lost myself toAstrological2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saturn & Venus,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.
GermanyxReader- Been a Long DayGermanyxReader- Been a Long Day22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, here it is at five PM, the finish of a long day’s work. The both of you are standing in front of the elevator, shyly averting your gazes from each other, though you couldn’t help but glance over occasionally. Upon meeting each other’s eyes, you turned away again just as quickly.
The secretary and the clerk, not particularly well acquainted, not very much to say. Yet, anyone nearby could hear your minds ticking away.
Your lovely (e/c) eyes flicked over to his broad-shouldered form, wondering if maybe you took the same bus.
He glanced over and flushed as you ducked your head and looked away, running his hand through h
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,False Prophets15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.
Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...
yet, they always do.
We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
Just In CaseYou can dig up a graveJust In Case17 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If you think you can wake the past
But what's the point
You're just opening old wounds
It's like sitting by a bomb about to blast
For someone who claims no death wish
You could have fooled me
But I guess you already have
There's nothing about you I'll miss
Like how you can't see
And here comes another pointed finger
But who's really to blame
You can't bring yesterday back to life
If the dead have already lost the game
But you can revive the ghosts
Violent spirits with a grudge
How the hell will you survive again
Your point of view hasn't even budged
In a court where I've become the judge
Miraste sonriente hacia arribaMiraste sonriente hacia arriba,Miraste sonriente hacia arriba22 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
hacia la luna.
Tu sonrisa se desvaneció al ver que una parvada de cuervos nublaron la luz de aquella redonda, no dejaron nada de ti, solo tu ausencia.
SisterSisterSister8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.
A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.
I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!
I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
in the future.
paper flower pressed worriesroughed drips of sun in wet light you bathed there for me to find you in the subtlepaper flower pressed worries9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of sleep like the press of trumpet shelled lily's arms placed on paper frail & shy of thin as
your lungs blanket in a shiver of salt water dream for only arms of Galene to keep wilting,
closing in the breath of winter's cold frame of cypress blooms stealing every little moment
we could have caught in the blue limbs of the looking glass "and i'd like to turn back
time," though this it lapses in a film's negative spectrum the forgotten stem minolata xd-7s
holding quiet, as the window flowers. unmoving with the thyme of sadness roughed like
the arbutus flowering in my hands held them in helpless so but the bless of red cypress,
blossoming grace of august spring seems to be the only language of flowers spoken
you'll ever even k
I feel nothing.The numbness is almost comfortingI feel nothing.7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The feeling of absolutely nothing
No sadness, no anger
Just dead silence
I couldn't care less for his reply
I couldn't care less if he's gone for good
No nervousness, no fear
My life just goes on, the days drag by
My cuts don't get worse, nor do they improve
No worries, not anxious
I feel nothing.
Your Still Mine (Marshal's POV)Your Still Mine1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sipped my vodka as I sat at the lone table on the west side of the ballroom. I am at a wedding for my frenemy, Bubba 'Gumball' Gillion. I'm just here to see the ugly faggot who married this loser. If you didn't know I am just here to perform a song or two, but I feel too drunk to even do that. I mess with my ivory locks of hair and unbutton my suit. I should be dancing, I know I should be doing something other than sitting on my ass. Women have came up to me so many times today it wasn't even funny, they were flirting and being down right stupid. "Marshal Lee please report to the stage" ugh that's my que, ha you know what's funny about this, I don't even know what song I'm gonna sing, ha. I gallantly walked up to the stage, taking in my surroundings, oh I am gonna laugh when I see that ugly mother fucking bri- "Miss Fionna
Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little starTwinkle Star5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.
VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymesVoices6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid
The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain
Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust
The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks
Flames ignite the world in fire
Sonadow: Forbidden Feelings 2Sonadow: Forbidden Feelings 2 8 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Sonadow: Forbidden Feelings 2
Deep in the mountains lived a Were clan, it's where all the Werehogs, Werebats, Werefox and other come to live, the had hot springs where they mostly wash them selves off, they were guide by the Werehog leader Shade, the uncle of Shadow the Werehog, who took his fathers place when he pass away. Shadow didn't mind not being the leader, he grew up to be a strong and talented hunter. One day Shadow wen't down the mountain to near by forest to take a walk, "Hey Shadow wait up" called out Mephiles as he wen't to the other Werehog, "Mephiles? What is it?" asked Shadow, "What can't keep you company?" asked Mephiles,
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,Pretty little things called words and dust20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)
dance with the gypsies
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
and the faultlines
so, so graceful)
sing with the nymphs
it's growing old,
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,
be nestled in a king's arms
(oh, you precious
Free. Ch. 10: Special BondsFree. Ch. 10: Special BondsFree. Ch. 10: Special Bonds22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I screamed as the strange girl pounced on me. She stuck her tongue out and hissed her tongue in front of my face. I saw two white fangs glint in the light as I looked up at her. She looked so familiar. Where had I seen her before?
"Oh come on Anabelle. Get off the poor girl." I heard a voice from the doorway.
Anabelle got off of me and flew back over to the doorway as I sat up and looked at the man in the door.
"Fionna? Are you alright?" Marshall ran downstairs over to me helping me up. He had a few scratch marks on his arms and face. "Why did you scream?"
I pointed to the man in the doorway who looked at u