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My Winter Bride Hush, my love
Not a word
Not a sound
Let me kiss your breath away
as I lay you to sleep in the frost covered ground.

I shall dress you in a wedding gown
of lilies so pure and white
Pleading my vows of love eternal
to you, my Winter bride.

Our wedding bed is covered
in a blanket of virgin snow
Stained only by the secrets
I have forced upon it now.

Sleep gently, my love
Not a whisper
Not a breath
Let me lie by your side
while I love you to death.My Winter Bride4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Sonic and Shadow Starts a FamilyChapter 4: The Date

Sonic woke up around 6:00 am with a sharp pain in his stomach. He quietly got out of bed, without disturbing his partner, and ran to the bathroom. Once he got there, he noticed that his stomach grew a bit larger and rounder. "Heh...Your growing little one" he said with a smiled slightly. He was about to rub his rounded belly but then collapsed to his knees, hugging his stomach in pain. He groaned in pain and clenched his teeth together, "Damn this sucks to be the one pregnant." Sonic said angerly.
Then Shadow woke up as he heard a low growl. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to notice Sonic was on his knees. "Sonic and Shadow Starts a Family4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Blood Countess: Solemn WoesHung at the hands of the epitome of scum, dangling above an exquisitely crafted porcelain tub, sways

Back and forth the corpse which was yet a half-dead beaten soul, as the blood traces down and beats

With the insanity of the heart, it rashes with the volume of enjoined screeches vibrating through the

Walls, sent to a place which would lead to life, but would bring about such swelled undoing, as to be

Punishment laughed and sheered even more with the edges of penetrating wrenches, as the red drains

Down like the compliance of fire, yet to look down without a care for she was no more to be beautiful,

For she was forced down upon the blooThe Blood Countess: Solemn Woes6 hours ago in Concrete Poetry

Yeah I May be selfish 2p!GermanyxReader COM

Yeah I May be selfish
2p!GermanyxReader COM

I’ve had loved this one girl. But I told her I like my beer more. She left. I liked this other girl. I told her I liked my guns more. She left. Then there was this other girl, I told her the same stuff but she didn’t leave like the others. That was surprising. Instead she stuck around and acted rougher and less fragile. Almost as if it would change my mind about what I said. And to be honest I kind of liked it. Not that I’d go off screaming it from the roof tops or anything.

This frau I’m talking about has (h/l) (h/c) flowing hair. Sparkling (e/c) eyes that shone brigYeah I May be selfish 2p!GermanyxReader COM5 hours ago in Short Stories

streamI believe it is best heard: https://soundcloud.com/gravitycorner/stream-1
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let me be honest with you
I am small enough to fit into pockets and be forgotten
tangled up in the loose ends of jeans
quieter than the twinkle of coins against keys
that
is how small I am
to every hand I've been in
and there are not many I let hold me
in this form because honestly
I said I would be honest
I am so much larger than pocket change
or I try to be
far away and expansive
somewhere where you
can't
quite
reach
top shelf
one cereal box over
not hiding from your grasping grasp
I want you to
take me away and
spend me to fill you
up
but looking closely into my
naked eye--
window to my naked soul
is not a glance I offer
to many
(I think the ground is the only one to stare so deeply)
you see?
there
is my honesty laid out like
bread crumbs to the universe,
me, brimming with its nature
a nature in you too
but even with this, vastnesstream8 hours ago in Free Verse

JTMI spent ten dollars, fifteen cents,
and four months of my life on you.JTM7 hours ago in Free Verse

The TravelerThere was a girl
With a heart full of stars
And eyes that shone
Twinkling, like diamonds

With her soft leather satchel
She traveled through space and time
A soft sea escapade
She sought nothing but the journey. The Traveler6 hours ago in Free Verse

Facing The DepartureFacing The Departure

Dirt trails, tattered clothes and sullen faces,
The atmosphere so frigid, it leaves your body shaking,
As you watch the chaos from afar; while it destroys everything in its wake,
You now realize death is what you’re ultimately facing……Facing The Departure5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MLP: Equestria Girls + MOVIE REVIEW +Yesterday, I and a couple of my friends, as well as my kid brother with whom I spend nearly enough time with, hauled ourselves over to a faraway city to watch a movie unlike any other ever released before in a theatre none of us even knew existed until about a month ago: Equestria Girls at the Digiplex!
Since its announcement, I had decided to follow closely the news, updates, hype, and chatter floating around about the thing and it is a horror story. This spurred me to promise the general public I’d give the movie a review once I realized that this film needs a pair of critical eyes for the skeptic guys (and gals).

First of all, just MLP: Equestria Girls + MOVIE REVIEW +2 hours ago in Reviews & Guides

The Land of ChocolateThe Land Chocolate

MiMi sighed as she tapped her pencil on the table. Why did math have to be so boring? It was so pointless and there was so many numbers, it got confusing. She glanced at the clock; it was even too early to go to bed! Groaning, she leaned back in her chair. If only she had something interesting to do besides silly homework. She was thinking of an old story her Grandmama once told her.

"A long time ago, there was a kindly old witch who loved to make sweets for all the little boys and girls. So she made a place that all the children could go to if they were got scared, sad or even bored. It was a magical place with cocoa watThe Land of Chocolate8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Above the Blind and Beneath the SightedUnderneath the rusted irons, but molded between the caskets of love, a cage of death sings west in dark waters; the wastes contain a curse from above.

Their bodies float as night perils forth, above the flames but beneath one star, to each their own a separate portion; a dreaded one cleans them from beyond afar.

Lay wasted in towards a river of flesh, a being dares silence itself to sleep, the Shadows of Where expect your secrets, give them of nourishment, for 'tis it they keep.

Of nightmare or glory do the bodies stay clean, their eyes of glass move not an inch, for the nose of red sings with their screeches; bloodied rags are brought froAbove the Blind and Beneath the Sighted6 hours ago in Free Verse

EnglandXReader-Split PersonalitiesEnglandXReader
Split Personalities
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England ran as fast as he could down his stairs into his basement where you were. "_______!!!!"

Boom.

Alright, so messing around in Arthur's magic basement was not a good idea. You coughed and waved the smoke away from your nose and looked around.

"Ugh... Arthur! I heard you come down here! Where are you...?"

You fumbled around for the Englishman. He could be such a pain sometimes..

"O-Over here..." You felt a hand reach out and grab the side of your jacket. By now the smoke had cleared out enough and you looked down.

There was only one... Tiny... Question...

Why the hell were tEnglandXReader-Split Personalities2 hours ago in Short Stories

LandslideYearning for birds –
The reminder of anchors in
each half-moon cresent
so lovingly carved into my soles.

and you play hopscotch with my veins -
the ones forbidden now to bleed -
until I'm beaten blue and flat...

but there are sparrows in my brain
among cerebral cortex clouds,
and that should be enough.

Only it isn’t.Landslide4 hours ago in Free Verse

I'm LonelyIs it so much to ask
To have a friend who really cares
Without expecting
Something more
Than I am comfortable with giving them?

Is it so much to want
A hug when I’m upset
That doesn’t have a million
Underlying motives and
Uncomfortable overtones?

Is it selfish to desire
The company of a person
Who will do more than just listen
While I ramble on for hours
Without giving any feedback?

Am I disillusioned to expect
That there is someone out there
Who could truly love someone
As messed up as me
Without being even further in the dark?

Is it wrong for me
To wish for a companion
Someone with whom I can learn to be
The best version of I'm Lonely5 hours ago in Free Verse

Let Me BeLet Me Be

I face the sky

My eyes shut tight

I scream

I hate all this frustration and pain

My dreams always being brutally murdered by reality

Why won't the world just let me be?Let Me Be7 hours ago in Free Verse

Crashed (LokiXReader) 14"He does not like me, Tony!" You continued arguing with him. "Keep denying it, but he does. And I'm pretty sure you're okay with that."

You lunged forward, hands curled into fists, prepared to bash Tony's nose in, until Steve wrapped an arm around your waist. You placed your hands on his arm and tried to pry it away, only causing him to tighten his grip. You kicked your feet, trying to free yourself.

"Tony, just drop it," You heard Steve say, his breathe whistling past your ear, "And (Y/N), calm down, I'm sure he was just kidding."

"I was, now if you don't mind I'm going to go hide behind Natasha." Tony scooted over so that he was standingCrashed (LokiXReader) 148 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

TransformationI am covered in feathers, short and long.

But I feel naked to the bone, has something gone wrong?

Everyone's staring at me, I feel all alone.

I look down to a rainbow hitting my eyes.

The shock makes me fly off the ground.

What a surprise!

Only wings are making a sound.

I look to see 4, no 8!, wings are protruding from me.

They flutter side to side, am I doing this?

The move too fast for the eye to see.

I'm a sight to see! Hard to miss!

My surprise turns to joy, what a fabulous thing!

I think i'll go adventure with my brand new wings!

I fly to a nearby pond to take a look.

I discover i'm part human part hummingbird.

I feel likeTransformation3 hours ago in Free Verse

Crashed (LokiXReader) 13You followed behind Thor and Loki, your eyes cast to the ground. You looked up suddenly with the strange feeling that someone was watching you. You turned and glanced out the windows you were currently walking past, only to see the same man from the mirror at Stark tower. You blinked and he disappeared.

But that's impossible, Loki's right in front of me...unless...

You suddenly remembered something Loki had said about the Enchantress being a shift shaper. "Um, Thor?" You asked nervously, unsure how to word the question you wanted to ask.

He stopped and turned to you, Loki turning with him, "What is it Lady (Y/N)?"

"Do you feel like you'rCrashed (LokiXReader) 138 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Armageddon (The True Story)

Many believe that we are living in what the Bible calls "the last days." But they are not really sure what that means. Last days of what? End of what? Will planet earth and all life on it be destroyed in some global conflagration? Will there be survivors?

Well, get out that Bible and get ready to be pleasantly surprised at what the book of Revelation really has to say about that classic of all battles - Armageddon!*

* see my June 17th journal entryArmageddon (The True Story)7 hours ago in Philosophical

Misanthropy Inc.My body hasn't slept in weeks
My head is like a coconut
And my antivirus is on the blink.
As usual I have a rumbling in my gut,
Too much coffee will do that you know.

Besides that, I have to see my shrink
And explain again I'm in this rut
That only an affair or cocaine can fix.
I asked a friend of mine how's tricks
And she gave me all her problems,
There to hand out support and tissues.
Like a good sponge I absorbed her issues
So she could be free to blow some guy.

Or girl. Can't keep up with people these days.
Some are straight and some are gays
And others haven't a fucking clue.
The ceiling fan has some interesting views
On racial minoritMisanthropy Inc.3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Treat your mom right quoteTreat your mom right, she doesn't last forever
-Diana Kristina S (Aka me)Treat your mom right quote4 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics

tooth decayNot personal vengeance, monotonous sex: a rotting tooth decay type of love.

To say it is a fallacy, I'd be wrong.

I’m strung high, aeronautical aerobics – anxious to reach the lofty clouds – lubricious like the ashen feathers that encompass a dove.

Swollen lips and torn fabric, flesh is slick and glossy – your eyes, they hum a bluesy song.

Chords struck by a hollow wood, tune as dull as his soul – reverberating string pulsing against a tomb – bleeding remnants of our dying flame (Something I need to be freed of).

Each word he speaks sends shivers along my spine; words spoken in twisted tongue. Is he whtooth decay5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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