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Witch Bottle

Witch Bottle

To lift that bottle now,
hearing the pins and bent nails
rattle in their bitter wash,
is to shake his hand
come out at last from under
what held him –

to feel his measure of that
nearby something
at work between trips
to the butcher and the bank

as it wore his tongue
rough with accounting
broken panes of glass,
absent things, the gate
hanging not as he left it.

Its weight commends him
on the defense he buried
in keeping with tradition, perhaps
beneath his hearth a while,
then beside his door
instead, hidden and unbroken –

that bulb of earth filled
heavy as salt with mean
things – waste, naWitch Bottle4 years ago in Free Verse

Spin the Bottle MemeSpin the Bottle Meme

RULES::
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1. Please don't look ahead. It will be funnier for all of us if you don't actually READ the questions.
2. Please put a link in the comments section and link back to me or this page.
3. There is no rule #3, I just like the number.
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PICK TEN CHARACTERS::
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1. 3 volunteers to go first. Why?

2. The bottle spins to 4. What is 3's reaction?

3. 8 goes next. Who do they hope the bottle spins to?

4. 5 goes next, and the bottle lands on 7. Does anyone throw a hissy fit?

5. 6 is up next. Who would be most annoyed if the Spin the Bottle Meme2 years ago in Profiles

Bottle in the OceanI feel so hollow
like a bottle in ocean
stripped of its message Bottle in the Ocean3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.

Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,Messsage in a bottle3 months ago in Concrete Poetry

ChinaxReader: Spin the Bottle

BEEP BEEP!!!
You checked your phone as it beeped, signaling that you had received a message. "Geez, who could it be this early in the morning?"
So maybe it wasn't that early, but eleven am on a Saturday? Early enough!
OF COURSE.
It was a text from your friend Alfred.
"AlfredTheHero-
Yo, ______! Having a party @ 7 come by k? XD
~I'm the HERO!!!"

You rolled your eyes. Really, that guy never ceased his antics...

You didn't want to go, but it's not like you had any other plans...
You shot back a quick "K!" and went downstairs to eat a late breakfast.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ChinaxReader: Spin the Bottle1 year ago in Short Stories

the man who loves the bottlebeing in love with you is like walking in chest-deep water. it's like my veins are full of marbles. it's like the air sacs in my lungs are made of raindrops. it's like drowning in an elevator, always going up with a constant sinking feeling. it's like my spinal cord is a live wire and i'm sitting in a porcelain bathtub, convulsing in those lying puddles whispering down the drain.

i've noticed that, when it rains at night and you watch the rain drops fall and hit the puddles, the light reflecting off the splash looks like the night sky, the stars dancing on blacktop, wishing on themselves. they're three times less reliable and twice as twinklthe man who loves the bottle4 years ago in General Fiction

Inner-scopea single poem
I'll never stop revising -
myself

October '11Inner-scope2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."

You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.

Zis woman is made of stone!

"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.

FraFranceXReader Rose in a Bottle6 months ago in Settings

Dad, Daddy, what does faggot mean?"Dad, Daddy, what does 'faggot' mean?"

It was an innocent question. I didn't mean to make you cry. I still remember how you reacted, even though it was years ago; Seb, you covered your mouth for a moment, then hugged me tight and said "Oh, baby girl. You'll understand when you're older." Chris, you wiped away tears and excused yourself from the room.

I was so confused then; what had made my fathers cry? Nothing made my Dads cry. You laughed and joked around and sometimes got angry, but never cried. I was attached to you by then; you weren't the strangers who'd taken me in. You were Mom and Dad. I just wanted to know what the word I'd heard Dad, Daddy, what does faggot mean?11 months ago in Emotional

Message in a BottleFeeling stranded in a place
That I once called home
Feeling like a castaway
On an island far, far away.

The people outside, the sea
Moving, it's the human race
Every person just a fish
Swimming by mocking me.

Sitting at my desk
I have my pen in hand
Scribbling down and around
My feelings and issues at hand.

Bottling it up deep inside
I toss it out to sea
I pray that it washes away
And maybe someone will see

My message in a bottle.

An S.O.S in written form
I wait for a possible response
A rescue team to file in
To save me from myself.

The problems piling up
Stacked tall at my door
Gotta get through it somehow
Might as Message in a Bottle3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,
a message for the world.

'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?

Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.

As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.

The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.

For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?

Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?Letter to the World7 months ago in Free Verse

we're all glass bottles.1.
somewhere, there is a superhero meant for me, clad in a black cape and hope, adrenaline jumping in iron veins.

we could be a racing river, and no dam could ever hold us in. we could be a fire that no one could put out (i'd be the ashes if he'd be the flame), or maybe even a gust of wind that no wall could ever stop.

maybe we could live in a cave, away from the noise and pain, or maybe we'd live in the clouds and eat dreams all day. maybe we could catch fireflies and pray for the lights to stay lit another moment, just so we could finally hang onto something.

maybe i'd learn to bottle my fears and doubts - and then, maybe, i'd break thewe're all glass bottles.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives

Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1

How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?

And that I still don’t hate you, even now?

There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung&mdasCloud in a Bottle 13 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::Please, before you read, read the following warning.
This fanfiction is slash. It involves the following people; Brian, Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob, Ray, and a made-up character for the occasion, Sam. The couples mentioned are; Brian and Sam, Gerard and Mikey, Ray and Frank, Ray and Bob, Brian and Mikey, Gerard and Ray, and Frank and Gerard.
PLEASE take note of this before you read. Thank you.

Of course it had been a joke.

Really.

But everyone on the bus had been bored—everyone being Gerard, Frank, Ray, Bob, Mikey, Brian, and the driver of the bus who was consequentially a girl. They had parked outside of a gas station to give her&Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::6 years ago in Teen

Bottom Of The Whiskey BottleThe first is across the room, broken and scattered across the floor.
The light makes the pieces look like stars in New Orleans, but against an alien backdrop.
I'm feeling warm and appeased, but I'm going for more.
The seal broken on the second, bottle to my lips and I knock one back.

I'm not shooting the whiskey to pacify pain or sorrow, or provoke love or hate.
I could swing my middle finger in the air, or laugh at jokes with my buds.
Don't matter to me. Right now I've never been more at ease.
Laid out, my back against the wall like a drunken Irish goon.

The look of an insomniac as the face pales and circles darken.
The smell of a drunkardBottom Of The Whiskey Bottle3 years ago in Settings

Vitriol in a BottleI am vitriol in a bottle

chaos {un easily} contained

the lightest touch will cause me to break

keep well away

unless you wish to get burnedVitriol in a Bottle2 years ago in Free Verse

The BottleLuna sighed, relaxing on the couch, resting her head on her arm.
She glanced over at Rit, who had just walked in.

"Hey." She said, yawning.

He giggled, staring at her maniacally.

She looked at him curiously. "What's so funny?"

"Oh. It's nothin'..." He smirked, sitting next to her.

"You're so weird." She grumbled, sitting up.

Rit giggled again, picking up the remote.
Turning the TV on, he reached for the bottle that he had been carrying.

Luna blinked. He grinned.

"What's with the look? What are you going to do to me?" She questioned, slowly scooting away.

"Heh...open wide, Luna..." He growled, pinning her against the couch.

She sqThe Bottle2 years ago in Comedy

FuelHorace Windsor stood bundled and shivering against the passenger door of his sleek black Rolls Royce. A cigarette was clenched between his bluish fingers. He exhaled, a shaky stream of frozen breath and toxic smoke hissing from his teeth. Christ, it was cold.

"Come on, come on," he chattered as the ancient gas pump chugged at a painstakingly slow pace. The numbers on the meter showed little progress. If not for his damned wife, he could have just stayed in the car. Four days of tedious corporate meetings and he was expected to make the three hour journey home without a single cigarette?&Fuel5 years ago in Short Stories

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