Inspiredbymusic Stories

"this red thread woven in the vulnerable. | are we dull and palpable like you sought? | such impressible hearts that seek | another joyful memory | but let's just pretend, | that the conclusion is miles away. | swan songs and tidings, | are not what the world invites | but this heart yearns for so | and for a moment | the light shone and all bask in it | even beneath this raw flesh." song inspo: no choir by Florence & The Machine. It's seen 3 years and I am so excited to bring you another around of my short but interesting poetry. and I'm so happy. As usual feel free to Interpret these poems however. While listing to the inspiration songs and I'll make a full playlist of all songs this time. cover by me.

"Where do you think I'm going?" Myungjun turns to him. "Hopefully nowhere" "Then stop worrying", Minhyuk rolls his eyes, planting another kiss on his lips. "You can do that later" "Or never again" "There you go"

Original poem, inspired by the song "Silvertongue" by Young the Giant

Bellatrix Black was not what anyone one assumed. That's how it always goes, she had guessed, and Bella Black was as much of a Potter as her Gryffindor cousin, only she hadn't had the chance to escape the minefield of dark magic known as the Ancient And Most Noble House Of Black and later the Death Eaters. What would have happened during their years together? What would have happened when Bellatrix decides to admit to everything?

Well, you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. ↬ They live unaware in their enemy's heart. They've been hidden there for ten years. But not for much longer. ↬ Crossposted from Archive Of Our Own. ↬ P R A I S E i actually love the writing style! it's like one fluid thought, i love the way it flows, the way you can bring different moods into it, i love it, i love it. - thisdieswithme Hahaha I honestly love this series way too much it's just so good ahh I literally can't describe it (dies) anyways good job :) - ye well that was just amazing - anon

Firkle sighed for the umpteenth time as he wiped away the blood on Ike's face. The Canadian had a busted lip and broken nose from a fight at school. Firkle had already bandaged Ike's hands after the skin around his knuckles had cracked and re-opened. "This is the third time this week, Ike. You need to stop getting involved." [ART WORK NOT MINE] There is also a second fic (Blueming) which technically should come first.

she was sunshine he was midnight rain _____ after so long, was it even possible for them to still feel everything they once felt? the shivers when skin touches by accident, the nervousness of knowing they are in each other's presence, the chilling exchange of glances, everything is back when haruto sees akira again when he, five years later, returns to fukuoka. | cross posted on ao3 |

How Jack affected Rose over the course of their relationship. Titanic.

Most of this is just me spouting nonsense inspired by songs I like.

[ hazel callahan x fem!oc ] I can't hide from you like I hide from myself.

Violet Bishop doesn't do complicated. Junior year means frat parties, late nights, and hookups that don't come with expectations. She's never had trouble keeping things casual, especially with guys like Jean. It's easy and fun. ( Jean x reader at some point, Levi is end game) Levi Ackerman doesn't do relationships. After his last one ended with more damage than he'll admit, he's learned that distance is safer than disappointment. But one party changes everything. What was supposed to be a meaningless hook-up turns into something neither of them planned for. When lines blur and feelings creep in, one question lingers between them: How do you go back to being friends with someone who knows you like that? Inspired by the song "Back to Friends" by Sombr. CREDIT FOR CHARACTERS AND ART GOES TO RIGHTFUL OWNERS

Some random stories or feelings that come up into my mind. I write them

Again a job. Again a motel. Again alone in a shabby room. Dean lay on the very uncomfortable bed and stared at the wall.

This is a collection of poems I have written. Some are from school assignments, but the majority of this collection has been written for recreation. I have explored many topics and themes. Nature, journeys, and personification are some recurring subjects in this collection. I also upload some of my own art to accompany my poems. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please comment and vote. :) *I update this collection whenever I feel like it. 😘

A short story, that I came up with whilst listening to Rise Against's "September Children". DISCLAIMER Look out for MILD LANGUAGE and ADULT THEMES. Personally I don't believe that it would warrant a Mature rating. If you've listened to the song and it's lyrics, you'll know what this story is gonna be about.

When she was ten years old Sasha watched her mother die in a riot, and ever since that dark day she's been living on the streets of her city like a feral cat. Plus the fact that she's factionless and a bastard has put a painted target on her back. Sasha's tried to hide the target but no matter how hard she tries her walls always come tumbling. And when Sasha thinks that her walls have been rebuilt the voices in her head knock em down again. The Voices In Her Head a Blackwater story