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to the starsI’ve got this arrow
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.

I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -

I want to
scribble profanities
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
wrists.

I want to
take you
to the stars,
& leave you there.to the stars3 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 11

Kage blinked his eyes open slowly. He felt light headed, and very weak. Looking around in a daze, he saw that he was in his own room, in his bed. He was wrapped in fresh bandages as well.

He heard voices, and feebly turned his head to look in the direction from which they were coming from. His parents were standing a little ways away, but facing the other direction so they did not notice that he had regained consciousness. They were discussing the situation in worried voices.

“I knew this would happen!” Kurai hissed, “If we hadn’t heard him then Kage would be dead right now!”

“Does this mean . . ?&rForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 113 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 12

Kurai put his hand to Kage’s neck, trying to feel for a pulse; but there was nothing. He felt his wrist, still nothing. Kagekao was gone.

Kurai laid the body on the ground gently, and then stood up. He looked up at Scollex, his one remaining eye blazed with hatred. Scollex was silent, but then started to laugh; he laughing at his pain.

Rapidly unsheathing his claws, Kurai ran towards Scollex.

“お前殺す!!” (I’ll kill you!!) He snarled ferociously, but Scollex merely stood there; watching as the enraged demon ran towards him.

Then Kurai noticed something that he wished he had noticed befoForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 122 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

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 1319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .

what just happened ... will never happen again .

your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .

you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .

don't look in the mirror and stare .

this isn't right ... this isn't fair .

don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .

tears and blood make their way down the drain .

what just happened ... to me ?

why do you feel so gross and dirty ?

feeling so worthless and wasted .

so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .

having given them everything, every part .

why did they turn, and break your heart ?

shattering every piece, leave you broken .

every Invisible2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wratIn The Daylight3 days ago in Free Verse

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 eyes2 days ago in Free Verse

Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfect
Never loose and rarely tight
They keep us safe from others
And keep our demons out of sight

They smile when we are broken
And laugh when we simply must
No blemish or imperfection
A creation that will never rust.

I seldom ever remember
Who I am without my mask
That to peel off that layer
Is such a daunting task

All others carry one as well
Wherever they may go
And no matter what is on their minds
Only the molded mask will show.

The lies they preach in public
Or the scars along their wrists
Are left mute to others knowledge
Ignorance is such a splendid gift

My mask is oh so perfect
Not a crack will show
AlwayOur Masks2 days ago in Free Verse

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 fairytale1 day ago in Free Verse

LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.Lonely2 days 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.Once1 day ago in Free Verse

RapeThere is something hideously clever
about watching television outside.
It is possibly the ultimate defiance.

Over there, rebels have flipped off officials,
they have fornicated with machines
and they have worn shirts like flags.

But here, revolutionaries have
ripped the binding dress off of mother earth
they have stuck their thirsty tongues
in the magnetic air of steel and wind
and they have swallowed the sovereign
waters of Calypso.

Gaia could not weep,
because her throat was plugged
by the sharp middle finger
of electric sockets and wires.Rape2 days ago in Free Verse

Through an Angel's Eye

Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.

They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.

To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.

Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.Through an Angel's Eye2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.

Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.

She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failuDreamer of Dreams2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

NorwayxArtist!Reader Oneshot! Pose For Me...NorwayxArtist!Reader Oneshot! Pose For Me...

Automatic censor, any and all cuss words are bleeped out with ****’s.

Cation: Hyperish Reader-chan

Enjoy!!

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“Thanks for today, _________. I really appreciated it.” Mathias said as you walked up the front steps to his house. You and him went to the same college and recently, Mathias got sick and needed to borrow your notes from the one class you guys had together. Actually, it was more like tutoring for the morning... Afternoon... Evening... All day... He needed help. But he said he’d make it up to you by letting you comeNorwayxArtist!Reader Oneshot! Pose For Me...3 days ago in Short Stories

Bully!RomanoxBullied!ReaderxFeliciano Part 2  “You really need to stop hitting her, Roma.” Antonio responded.
                “I fucking know.” Romano sighed.
                “Why don’t you try bringing her flowers or something?” Antonio suggested.
                “Because I know she doesn’t like that crap. Anyways, she wouldn’t accept it if it was from me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                “(Name)! What happened?” Feliciano asked when he saw you at lunch.
          &Bully!RomanoxBullied!ReaderxFeliciano Part 23 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

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 Reader1 day ago in Short Stories

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tireFossilized2 days ago in Free Verse

Creepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]The tall being stroked through the thick trees; reaching out every now and then to shield his blank face from the scratching branches and twigs that snapped backwards and hit him with each step he took.
Everything was blissfully silent - save for the crunching of leaves beneath his shoes, the almost inaudible squeak of mice and the occasional crow squawking out its dreadful, distorted melody.
If he had a mouth, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh. He'd taken this walk not in search of victims - but to escape the beat-up old house that he shared with numerous other outcasts.
There was Jeff, the insane 'human' who couldn't quit smiling. It was hard to tell whether he was human or not, but Slender Man believed him to be. There was also that beastly dog, Smile. Then of course that immature little elf, or pixie, or whatever he was named Ben. And then there's Jack, Hoodie and Masky.
It was a house for all the misfits, outcasts, 'monsters'. It was the house for those who didn't belong with thiCreepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Rainbow ButterfliesAll men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!

Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul

All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?

Yet, a lot of thRainbow Butterflies2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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