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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
Little Brother.Little brother, at me throwing rocks,Little Brother. by Delta565
In his room, he laughs and mocks,
Keeping patient, I avoid, catch and hop,
Rock after rock, he doesn’t stop.
Little brother, I throw one back,
Everyone sees and begins to crack,
I miss you, instead hit your toy,
“How can you harm a little boy?!”.
Little brother, cries, throws again,
Knowing there is nothing to gain,
Walk in his room, he throws his toys,
They break, he cries, tears and noise.
Little brother, throwing some more,
Breaking toys, trying to make me sore,
Crying loud, by people surrounded,
Our parents too, making me grounded.
Little brother, grin between tears,
Now I’m punished, for years and years,
Even outside, they call me bad,
Think of the peace we could have had…
puppet stringshe collects my bruisespuppet strings by StarlightComet
on a shelf, thinks
the colors look pretty.
says the patchwork on
my body is what
makes me beautiful.
looks at me and adds,
a broken toy is not a fun toy.
i nod, but i really wish i
could remember the color
of my skin before
i met him.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingIntrovert by Tangled-Tales
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wingsyou can't have it all by insomniaplague
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe
Let her goLet her go by Naru-17
Let her go
Song-fic William T. Spears x reader
All he could think about was her, think about _____. He could not believe that he let her go. He never told her, not a word escaped from his lips. He just stared at the bottom of his glass, hoping that it was just a dream that he had not let her walk away from him. He got up from his table and walked in to his room and flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark with same old empty feeling in his heart. Hoping that he would soon dream about her, she would be so near yet so far away. She chose that disgusting demon, and left him hear without her. He closed his eyes seeing ____ and in all of her splendor, soon he thought that maybe one day he'll understand why everything he touches only dies. Soon he drifted off to sleep.
XxX (Will’s dreams) XxX
Will sat in the corner of the room watching people dancing. ____ was dancing among them with her one of a kind smile, her eyes shining with enjoyment
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, orHow to be a better writer! by Yamiga
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,SIREN by ArthurCrow
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
Is It That...?Is it that I had been naive?Is It That...? by Meadowstar01
For you looked at me and then smiled,
sure enough that we'd be friends.
Is it that I'd thought things wrong?
Surely things were going great,
as we had laughed and we had sang,
sure enough that we'd be friends.
Is it that I had been too much for you?
I tried my best to turn your frown upside-down,
reassuring you that sure enough,
we'd be friends.
Is it that I've been simply dirt?
You get angry and then you leave,
leaving me to wonder-
Are we really friends?
Is it that I am now the bad guy?
Though I try to pick you up,
you always seem to throw me down-
Leaving me to think that
sure enough, we were never friends.
Hello...? Hell--Hello...? Hell-- by Delta565
Those were my last words before it all happened…
“Just a little closer…” I thought to myself as I was climbing the window.
I don’t like living this way. I don’t want to live this way, but I have no choice.
The window was locked, so I had to crack it open with one of my special tools, a small, glass-cutting knife. I made a circle shape, big enough for me to slide open.
I took the glass piece and left it outside, so in case it falls, it won’t fall in the house and wake someone up. Holding my breath, I slowly entered the house through the hole, making as less noise as I can. I let my breath out and looked around the room. “It is just like the rumors say…” I thought to myself. The house looked tidy, very shiny and seemed like there are a lot of things to ‘borrow’… I rubbed my hands together in excitement, but before even beginning, I went to look through the house rooms.
The GameSadie plays with her dolls, but her dolls cannot talk.The Game by The-Asphalt-City
She plays with her dolls, but they cannot walk.
Sadie plays with her dolls, but they cannot see.
She plays with her dolls, but they cannot breathe.
Sadie plays with her dolls, but they cannot sit.
She plays with her dolls whom cannot live.
Sadie plays with her dolls, but what is this all around
Liquid red like her hair; it clots without sound.
Now Sadie plays with her dolls, but they are not whole.
She does not know dismemberment of the blackened soul.
Now Sadie is a bright young girl who sees this as a game,
Though what she does not know is she plays with its shame.
And Sadie's dolls look just like her and function all the same,
But they are silent, broken,and belittled, tortured and maimed.
Now Sadie plays with her dolls just like a puzzle;
She puts them together piece by piece, double by double.
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Impossible loveFire and iceImpossible love by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
Life and death
Happy and gloomy
Bright and dark
But never fall
But never turn to ashes
But never fail the leap
We were supposed to hate
Each other but we can’t
Our personalities are impossible
Just like our love.
LossL is for LossLoss by nscmseiyaryu
He had happened upon the room by pure chance. The Captain's disappearance had put the Engineer on edge. That man was the key to his survival and it was only a matter of time before some hazard of the wasteland would claim his life. Surprisingly it just took a few hours to locate him and Gromov was sure it was only because of the luck that Captain seemed to rub off onto others. He found Captain holed up in a mostly collapsed building, the only part that remained intact was a small dark room. Breathing a sigh of relief he was about to enter the room to reprimand the man for disappearing without a trace for days but stopped, his boot hovering just over the threshold. Captain's purple lenses glinted from the darkness. Gromov backed away. He never entered the room.
And Captain never left.
The engineer left the man alone; he had hope that eventually Captain would come out on his own. Each day Gromov would come to the room but the Captain never moved from that spot. How t
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