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50 Watchers!I never thought I'd ever hit 50 watchers within 6 months of being active here so I wanted to thank you all by featuring some of your work here (unless you have no deviations in your gallery or in one case if your account has been deactivated) and I have gone through and commented on at least one of your works too - here we go:
by winkie77 (I had a hard time picking which to feature, your poems are gorgeous)
by the super-lovely IRideAMagicalLadle
by the ever lovely LadyBitterblue
ForgettingIt is a relentless tide that
drags me -
kicking and screaming
away from you.
and the further I get
the older I get
An Unusual CircusI fell in love with a boy who had greasepaint flowing through his veins. Like a clown, his mouth was constantly curved into a wide grin and he laughed, laughed at everything around him. Rainy days and concrete towers, a woman dropping her keys, a streetlight that did not work. He saw everything as a joke and in turn the world became his circus. When we’d wait for the bus, he’d balance on the garden walls as if it was a tightrope, arms outstretched for balance and feet awkwardly placed. Waiters and unassuming cashiers became an audience for his acts, his merriment. Once, on a day when the city was bathed in grey, he bought me a helium balloon with a princess printed onto it. And when he carried it to me, he pretended that the balloon was pulling him up, up into the blank canvas of clouds above. All I did was frown a little more.
I fell in love with a boy who tasted like candyfloss and smelled like wet grass and the smoke from fireworks. He was a travelling fair, eyes spinnin
Crash-landing lovershe was the kind of boy who flew
with iron wings,
and she was the kind of girl who swam
carrying an anchor,
there was no way he could stop her
there was no way she could stop him
Miss UniverseThe sweat beads across your skin,
solidifying into pinprick stars blinking back at me;
full moon eyes dictate the tides
of red hot blood surging around my body.
At night you are the constellations,
the myriad galaxies swirling beyond my reach;
and when you sigh
it is like a sun dying with a faint cough,
when you smile
a row of brilliantly burning stars
are born from the black-hole maw of your mouth.
I am the earth,
helpless under your ministrations -
each touch causes craters
to echo into my frame,
and in my core
white hot magma pulses
to the cosmic rhythm of your
(radiant red curls set my world aflame
a scorching siren,
smoke billowing up in chapters
unfurling ashen petals to the distant dark clouds;
in the post-coital calm of dusk
after the heady brilliant sunset overhead,
you are the bonfire
and I can’t help
SometimesSometimes i get lost in my memories,
wandering from room to room in a distant dream,
seeing scenes unfold outside my window;
the earth’s rotation stills under my feet
and i follow your ghost from place to place
you remain ageless,
but in some moments i gaze up at you from a lower angle
and my hands are smaller and rounder;
in some moments i am lucid and awake,
in others i am numb to the ancient emotions stirring,
disconnected from who i was
Sometimes you are my father
swaggering through the kitchen with an arrogant snarl
Other times you are my best friend
awkwardly hesitating by the fireplace,
afraid of overstaying your welcome
you remain ageless,
Sometimes I am trapped in that old house,
withering white walls wilting around me,
collapsing and crumbling;
but I remain watching you watching me,
stood by the fireplace with nervous eyes,
slamming the door with a clenched jaw
Sometimes you are my father,
Sometimes you are my best friend,
F is for FearI’m not scared of the dark,
I’m scared of the way my mind unravels in it;
and I’m not scared of heights,
I’m scared I’ll jump;
and I’m not scared of falling in love,
I’m scared of what it makes me do;
but most of all,
I’m not scared of giving up.
and that -
that frightens me the most.
2. YouI have fallen in love with a poem
the red roses blooming over your
knees, the blue violets threading
and coursing through your veins
I have fallen in love with the haiku
of your fingertips tapping syllables
down my vertebrae five, seven, five
I have pressed my heart like a bookmark
between the curled pages of your body,
free-verse freckles scattered across the
line-break nestled in the gorge between
your clavicle protrusions, stanzas faintly
whistling in the gaps amidst your shaped
ivory teeth, two eyes rhyming with mine;
I have memorised the stream of consciousness
murmured into my mouth as we kiss, as you
whisper spoken word lullabies into the crook
of my arms, hands bracketed around my hips
as if I am the metaphor crafted by your simile
smiling lips; the image ghosting behind words
I start to think we are the closing couplet of a sonnet
but darling if you were a word, god you’d be purple-
love, you are a poem,
etched in an alphabet
that I don’t understand,
that I can
Cupid's curseSometimes I wonder if I imagined you
because you disappeared almost without a trace,
only leaving an illegible phone number,
two 'x's trapped in the creases,
two 'x's hovering on my lips,
and every time I breathe
I remember -
Your summer breath,
I get lost in you
while you are lost in the crowd,
out of sight,
never out of mind.
It is a curse
when the rest of the world has forgotten,
a curse I keep lodged in my heart
like a bullet.
Being without you is a wound,
gaping maw in my side
and while I choke back tears and
try to stop myself splitting at the seams,
a haze of smoke on the periphery.
Sometimes I wonder if I inhaled you,
vapour in my lungs,
dust in my bloodstream,
(two 'x's lost in the creases,
separated by folds of paper mountains
so close and yet –
Take It All Away.There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heart
And a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apart
Knowing when it’s over I may lose my sanity
Embrace the mess I am and the storm inside of me
In the dark I have a chance to fight away my problems
To ignore them all away instead of trying to solve them
All I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurity
Laying waste to who I am and ripping at the seam
Lowering my already non-existent self-esteem
And I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failure
Walking a broken path as a second-hand savior
And it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshell
Yanking on the chain that tethers me to hell…
You're that girlYou're that girl,
You're 17 of age but your weight says you're 10.
Refusing to eat even though you pretend.
They see you lost weight once again,
You sit here alone without any friend.
You're that girl,
You're putting on a smile; A fake one that is.
You're depressed, hurt, and no longer give a shit
You want to live a happy life again, that is your wish.
Yet only a hand full of minutes before you decide to quit.
You're that girl,
You're being chased, haunted and fear for your life.
You chose the wrong path and made the wrong friends.
You're sick of being threatened by a gun or a knife.
You want to get rid of yourself because it all makes no sense.
You're that girl,
You're used, abused, your innocence has been taken.
"It's not his fault, you are to blame."
Everyone says you're at fault, now you have been forsaken.
You cry in the mirror and feel like such a shame.
You're that girl,
You don't get enough sleep.
Sometimes you wish you could just leave.
Trying to rest but nightmares come creep
I Dream In BlackEvery time my head touches the pillow,
when my eyes close,
I fear the dreams
that will inevitably come.
For when I lay blind
on my bed,
blanketed in black light,
I dream of you.
And I've noticed that,
the dreams of my deepest sleep
have been gradually turning darker,
as if painted
And I fear
when they disappear,
so will you.
Nordics/AlliesxChild!Reader: Nordic's ending
You sat in your room holding your (favorite animal) plush. You’ve been thinking for a while since you got back from Russia’s home. You wanted to ask your brothers something but you were scared of their answer. You took a deep breath as you made your way down stairs to where your brothers all sat.
Your stomach started to hurt as you got nervous to ask them what you wanted. You were about to turn to go back to your room when you heard Norway.
“What’s wrong, Greenland?” He asked as you turned seeing all five of your big brothers looking at you.
“I-I wanted to ask you guys something.” You said in a soft voice hugging your plush to your chest.
“Yes?” Iceland looked at you as you took a couple steps into the room.
“Greenland?” Finland looked at you when you wouldn’t say anything.
“I…I..” You shut your eyes. “I want to travel and meet other countries.” You said quickly as you brothers looked
England x Scared!Reader- Movie Night (Request)Arthur invited me over to his house tonight. He told me he wanted to watch a movie with me and I agreed. Truth be told I wanted to spend some alone time with him since I was madly in love with him, it was borderline infatuation.
He wouldn't tell me what movie we were watching, only that it would be worth it. I was a bit shocked since Arthur was such a independent man, he claimed to be a gentleman but has a sailor mouth and a short temper. God knows how many times he has cursed Alfred and Francis out in Cockney (Alfred is the only one who understands him).
It was pretty dark outside, I say almost close to nine-thirty. I knocked on his door and didn't need to wait long because he swung the door open and the biggest smile stretched across his face. I didn't know he could smile that wide.
He pulled me into a hug. "[name]! So glad you could come!"
He released me and I saw he was wearing his Doctor Who sweatshirt and some sweatpants he probably borrowed from Alf
MadnessCan you taste the words hanging
From the tip of my tongue?
They ache to be whispered,
At the top of my lungs.
Bare in the darkness,
So chaotic and cold,
I feel the warmth of your body—
Don’t you know there’s nobody
That I’d rather hold?
Catch me this once;
I’m lost in a dream—
Maybe I’m beautiful
But maybe I’m crazier
Than I could possibly seem.
So catch me and kiss me
When I fall from above,
Tell me that
Amid the madness
There is love.
America x Reader- Best Birthday Ever!I woke up with an overly-loud beeping noise. It was my alarm clock as usual, making me wake up with a frown almost instantly. I got up and did my morning stretches and freshened myself up the best that I can but, it's morning time and no one is completely "Fresh" in the mornings. I got dressed for yet another world meeting, as I was leaving I looked to my calendar and saw a big red circle over the fourth.
"That's right, it's Alfred's birthday tomorrow.."
He was born on Independence day, Fourth of July, whatever you want to call it. Alfie, that blond, burger eating, superhero that I love....
I left for the meeting and prayed that no one was fighting and they were actually getting something done. Who was I kidding, nothing ever got done in those damned meeting.
I was wrong for the first time. Arthur was up at the head of the table explaining something that I didn't care much to hear, Alfred was the only one who noticed that I entered the room a
QuestionsI often wonder if I mean to you, what you mean to me.
Could it be that there is an inkling of hope
Ringing through the air to reach my ears,
And lead me through this
Vast void filled with
Emptiness and longing?
Yet I find myself still asking.
Over the next two years will we
Ultimately dissipate or
Remain as close as we are now?
Time can only tell.
On evenings where we are most intimate,
Untimely endings seem so far away,
Causing me to forget my woes and instead dive
Headfirst into this spiderweb of need.
Bitten by the bitter frost between need and want,
Unseen marks left beneath my skin
To leave myself contemplating the murky and uncertain future.
In due time I will be able to understand how
Missing you will eventually fade.
Time is a valuable thing,
Only those that recognize how to use it will
Overturn the hourglass to gain the most precious of moments.
Am I one of those that will gain those moments?
For do I know the true meaning behind time?
Rather, do any of us living and breathing
Defined.and I have realised
that in my life I have been more defined by the
unpredictable and ever-changing male forces
than the steady ever-present females;
and I suppose it is like being caught in a storm,
all you feel are the winds
and you hardly notice the
silent wall bracing you,
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