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Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The aneOde to the boy with diamonds for eyes1 day ago in Free Verse

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.Once21 hours ago in Free Verse

Dance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader

(Name) Pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked her best friend’s home, as she entered she heard several thumps and assumed it was Mathias and a certain Norwegian man fighting.

Correction; it was probably Lukas choking Mathias with his own tie. With a sigh she set down the cake she had brought over for Emil’s birthday.

Just then (Name) heard her name called and heard a small thump coming from the stairs. Walking over she spotted something that immediately made her cry out in surprise.

“M-mathias!?” She stared at the male climbing down the stairs one by one like they were a cliff. He was now about 2 ½ inDance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader20 hours ago in Short Stories

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquowe are not a fairytale18 hours ago in Free Verse

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13

Kagekao sat on the roof of the house. Time had passed, and he was all healed and doing well again. There were still a few minor aches and pains, but they would go away in time.

It was the late afternoon, so the sky was filled with color as the sun prepared to drop below the horizon. The clouds appeared pink and orange, the sky was streaked with red and yellow, and the sun was a large orange sphere; it was the type of scene and color scheme that made one feel warm and content.

Kage gazed out at the sky, unaware of what was about to happen next. To him, it was just another normal day. Sun rose, sun set, everyone is alright.

Luckily for KForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 136 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

silver dreams.i won't say a single thing
about what you and i did that night.
it wasn't anything bad, we were
made to do it.
but the way your tears fell down
in the shape of a cloud
and the pounding on the doors
told us the stars were calling.
more like the gates of hell, but
you think stars make the most delicate
corpses.silver dreams.21 hours ago in Free Verse

Redeeming Light
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Redeeming Light19 hours ago in Free Verse

Epiphanies and alike.The moments when you realise something so raw and real, it triggers an emotional train of thought, new to you. It is like waking up, in your waking life, from a dream segment you thought to be as true as anything else; due to perception. Respect and value it's importance, for it is who you were and what's real–– challenged by experience. Reality splits into what you saw, and what you see, what you felt, and what you feel, what you knew, and what you know.

You hear yourself speak, and your own words, cause speculation, interest and satisfaction. Knowledge shows you a path, that always was, but was never tapped into; by you- the owEpiphanies and alike.6 hours ago in Philosophical

AnimalsWe’re animals, we’re beasts who prey
Upon the weak who fear our stay
Its natural to feast and slay
Their hearts bleed in our jowls

We all wear masks and masquerade
As decent creatures, folks who pray
But deep inside, our demons play
Beneath cowardice cowls

The others claim to know the way
Those neutered, tamed, trained to obey
Condemning us for what we say
Look down at us with scowls

They lock our voices in a cage
Restrictions bind, we’re blind with rage
Liberate yourselves, you slaves
Let free your hungry howls

To the vermin calling me scoundrel
I will not heel, I will not bow
You’ll hear the hatred in my growl
ThAnimals20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Two am.Two am is not a time for lovers, I know this now. Two am is for the lonely. Two am is when the car starts on the third try, when the turning of the engine sounds like a tear in the universe. It is when the road opens up in front of you, bowlegged and bare, and you turn off your headlights to let the night air bleed in.

Two am is for jumping the fence and smoking cigarettes on swing sets from your childhood while somewhere in the distance the lost lights of airplanes blink at you, on and off.

Two am is when the traffic lights switch over to flashing amber beams and the memory of your ex-lover's curves burn themselves into your fingertips, inTwo am.17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.

At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them iThe Secret6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Echoes Across the Night SkyLike broken babes with no homes your cries echo out into the night
yet only darkness you see because you search so hard to find the light
When I look at the moon and stars and see a heritage in me as old as time itself
Why is it then when you peer into the night you see only objects?!
Insufficient glowing objects to be classified and categorized
The heavens are vast, there is no end
because there was never a beginning
Is this confusing to you?
Then maybe you've become too complicated
for the meaning to you ends with you (simply)
I am the silent one because I choose to observe the world in its neutrality
A favor neither one nor the other
For I have learned without the Sun the Moon would never shine
and nor would I
My roots are deep because I know where to plant them
Without saying a word I point the way
Subtle as the wind yet strong enough to move a mountain
I suppose I really am nothing more than a fool.Echoes Across the Night Sky20 hours ago in Free Verse

She's changedIf you looked at a little girl with big brown eyes and soft hair from the crown of her head
Her dreams would be big and her worries would be simple
And you’d say “She’ll be going places”

If you looked at a young girl with a toothy grin and a giddy laugh
Her pride would be strong and her conscience would be clear
And you’d say “She looks happy”

If you looked at a shy growing girl with her forehead covered and sleeves down to her fingertips
Her eyes would be distracted and her heart would be a drama queen
And you’d say “I don’t know who she is”

If you looked at a maturing girlShe's changed22 hours ago in Free Verse

The Spectacular Expansion Girl Pt. 2 “This is incredible.” Dr. Stanczyk exclaimed as he looked at a sample of Katelyn’s DNA under a microscope. “Absolutely astounding.”

“Yeah, pretty spectacular.” Katelyn said, still a little shaken up.

She lay sprawled out on one of the lab tables, playing with her hair. Her mind was overloaded with all these recent developments. One minute she was swimming in the ocean and now she had the power to fill up like a balloon. She still wore her loose blue sweatshirt and a very saggy pair of sweatpants that had been stretched to the maximum just a few hours earlier.

“I want to visualize it.&rdquThe Spectacular Expansion Girl Pt. 221 hours ago in Settings

MuteThere's nothing too horrible in here in my opinion, but some things don't bother me as much as they do others so... I'll just go with 12+ rating-wise. No pairings.

~~

The light on the computer screen slowly petered out for the night as Cry took his headphones off his head and rested them on the desk. The last recording session wasn't very exciting... or... it was, he just didn't find himself talking all that much, like he usually did.

He didn't want to.

Letting out a long sigh, Cry stepped away from the desk and plopped down onto his bed. He closed his eyes and was asleep before he could stop himself.

That night, Cry dreamed. It was earlMute23 hours ago in Short Stories

Confusion of the MindLet's end this the way it started
(Begin again and start anew)
Lost, confused and brokenhearted
(Forget everything and just undo)
Feelings so used up and discarded
(Stop to think, don't misconstrue)
Unimportant and disregarded.
(Your vision is fragile and askew)

Living life with endless grief
(Focus on the good, life moves on)
Filled with lies and disbelief
(Tomorrow starts a brand new dawn)
Suffering from what lies deep beneath
(For the future has not yet been drawn)
Strangled by a hateful wreath
(Follow throuConfusion of the Mind8 hours ago in Free Verse

Neko!Sweden x Reader Chpt 2 It had been about a week and everything seemed fine. Berwald actually decided to look around your house, letting curiosity guide him about. Of coarse, this only happened on the fifth day. Otherwise he stayed close to you no matter what. When you went off to school, you'd see him looking out the window and watching you leave. While once you got back he'd be at the door to walk with you and listen to how your day had gone. He always stayed by your side, but never in your feet. Respecting your distance but keeping close to watch you intently. He was an odd endearing cat. You were sure that if he could, he'd be fallowing at your heels during school and glaring at the people who bullied you. Today you decided to bring him to the shelter with you. You didn't want to leave him waiting for you after having gone to school all of those days. He at least deserved a bit more time with you instead of waiting for you to come home.
To your sudden surpNeko!Sweden x Reader Chpt 218 hours ago in Settings

WaitingUnder the blood red sky,
Once I let you go.
You said, "I'll come back."
And I said, "I'll be here for you."

How many years have passed?
I don't know.
But still I'm waiting for you.

The path of yours is now
Full of colors of the spring,
Still I live with a dream,
When will you come back?

In the noons of summer
When the sun shines bright,
I am still standing at your door,
To see your thirsty eyes.

In the rain,
When the fountains stream down to the rivers,
To join the endless sea,
My eyes follow their paths,
If you come back to me.

May be in an autumn,
You will come back;
I am here waiting for you forever.
May be the wind will sing
To yoWaiting11 hours ago in Free Verse

BudtimeSolace night of springtime
In full moon and twinkling stars
With still air and cool atmosphere
Bringing forth a halcyon mind

Restful bedtime of prime
On plush bed and snug blankets
Next to the cracked window
Giving entrance to the numbed twilight

In sleep, buds bloom
Creating astonishing worlds of wonder
Exploding in stunning technicolor
Paving the way to greater imagination

White sky emerges over the horizon
Eyes flutter to the source
Tweets give the morning tune
The mind wakes

The typewriter clicks and snaps
Leaves stir in the breath of air
Sun rays glare off the glass pane
Such a writers delight.

Emerald grass rolls in waves
FingerBudtime19 hours ago in Free Verse

a true writer's souli write to release
i write to breathe
i write to feel
i write to bleed

i don't care
if you don't understand
i don't care
if you can't relate
i don't care
for your opinion
i don't care
about you at all

my words are thoughts
my words are emotions
my words are curses
my words are memories
my words are everything
i want them to be
and fuck if you can comprehend

i could write in measure
i could bother with rhythm
but i'm better than your rules
i'm beyond the margin

i'm a fucking psychotic mess
of ambiguous lunacy
that only the ones that think
can understand
the ones that
are just like me

fuck your critiques

fuck your citicism

fuck your opina true writer's soul15 hours ago in Free Verse

vu ja dereduced
to
living in hollows of our own

& a hopeful sort of sad;

only with you, are
last drags not so
bad.vu ja de1 day ago in Free Verse

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