EvolutionEvolutionEvolution19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
untitledthere are a thousanduntitled17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
unwritten love letters in your eyes
now I keep thinking about
and the color green
all I know is that
my skull's been
warriors traversing well worn paths
boots leaving tracks across
chests and necks
and it's comfortable
it's not like drowning
more like slowly lowering
into hot bathwater
and we are just skin and cosmos
bodies and words
our tongues landlocked
we are adrift in
our own little sea
we've plucked our wings
and now we can't fly
tell me the truth
that the sky's overrated
I'd rather be with you
on the ground
or buried beneath it
skeletons entwined truthfully
I've always thought heaven was
a pretty sort of lie
but I've read a book or two
or people's idea of it
and I disagree with myself
popping thought balloons
on the idea that heaven
is in the way your eyes
fold origami swans when you smile
that shitty laugh
that hollow above your heart
like your chest's caving i
Death Battle: Naruto Uzumaki vs. Ryu HayabusaDeath Battle: Naruto Uzumaki vs. Ryu Hayabusa20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a NINJA DEATH BATTLE!!!
Vast Forest in the Land of Fire…
Amidst the towering trees in the land of fire, there was only the green of leaves and the brown of bark to be seen for miles. That changed when something landed on the branches and sprang off, yet it was so fast that all to be seen as it landed was a blur that disappeared to the next branch just as swiftly.
It raced through the treetops until it came to the edge of a vast clearing with a lone stone pillar right in the center before coming to a halt. By now, it was possible to make out just what this speeding object was: a teenage boy clad in a black-and-orange jacket and pants, traditional Konohagakure sandals, and a headband that bore a plate of metal with a leaf-shaped symbol carved into its surface. The most distinguishing features about
BoredomMy life is a choreBoredom16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no joy
I'm just living
For the sake of it
With no objective
With no purpose
Only killing time
Until the day I die
Flight Crossing my fingers,Flight11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrinkling my nose.
Knocking on wood,
Curling my toes.
Please, oh please, let this work.
Spreading my arms out,
Closing my eyes.
Repressing the lies.
Am I ready to fly?
Checkmate|| Yandere!Levi x Reader || AUCheckmate|| Yandere!Levi x Reader || AU22 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chess was something you were mediocre at.
It was like how every person had that one friend who was great at something, but wasn’t great enough to accomplish anything with it.
Some could say it was talent; others could say it was a logical procedure for them.
You shared that sentiment, but only when it came to chess.
You had to admit, you had beaten him countless times. But the way his lips would only curve downwards into another scowl, the way his hand would clench themselves into a fist, like he was squeezing the life out of the loss he had gained, it was the root of your inability to take any satisfaction from your victory.
The first day, he had challenged you to chess, not knowing of your previous experience with the black and white pieces.
When you beat him, he had said nothing, instead mumbling for you to leave his office.
And that day was the reason your relationship took flight.
A white dove flying with the black crow.
Just StopIn comes another dagger,Just Stop11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piercing my heart.
Let it simmer and burn me from the inside.
Just don't let it ricochet with twice the force,
To have a glint of silver at your throat.
Spirit of the Animals- Spirit of the DeerSpirit of the Animals-Spirit of the Animals- Spirit of the Deer21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spirit of the Deer
"I don't see how it could get more perfect," Dana said to herself as she made her way into the cabin she had rented for the weekend, putting her rifle down by the door as it closed. Walking over to the sink, she washed the dirt and blood from her hands, watching the brown mixture as it ran down the drain.
Not many young women she knew would have considered a weekend hunting trip to be a perfect time, most of her friends and acquaintances back in the city would rather be shopping or watching their favorite reality shows. But to her, this was the best way to spend her time. This weekend had even gone better than planned. Not only had she bagged a beautiful doe, but she also came across quite the handsome gentleman, who helped her load the deer on her car. She'd have to call him later and thank him for his generosity with a bit of her own.
She grabbed a few moist paper towels to clean the remnants of dried blood off h
A World Apart - EpilogueTWO YEARS LATERA World Apart - Epilogue22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Christmas in the Woodlands was always fun. Well I mean, I'd already had Christmas here twice. The Baccas really focused on the food more than the presents. They didn't actually do the whole presents thing at all. I didn't really mind that change. I never really liked that tradition anyway.
But Baccan food was amazing. It's like Italian food but like five times better, it's so good. Think of your favorite food, then multiply it by like six. Yeah, it's that good.
I had gone out to visit Dreven in the high city without Jerome, no longer afraid of running into some sort of hostile creature while I was alone. I had gotten into fights with lower city Baccas three times before. I'd come to have a reputation among them: The human who fought back.
They'd shout, "Bajan homines! Bajan homines!" 'Crazy human! Crazy human!' When they saw me coming, and most of them would run. Every time, I would just smile
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenLive Life, Be Brave14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
symphony no. 7 in f#i. leaning your head against the window only hurtssymphony no. 7 in f#13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when there isn't a tire underneath your seat and
maybe i knew that already but it didnt matter no
it never mattered it only mattered that the seat in
front of me was a throne and i was behind it bowing
down and i forgot it just so i could remember
ii. perfection has a new definition because it's not
magic wands and cherry lips, it's wisps of hair that
float in the breeze, it's curls of breath on a frosty
morning, it's words with poetry latticed and laced
inbetween the syllables, that's perfection to me
iii. it used to take an utterance to say my day, yes,
a single glance in my direction and a goodbye and
maybe a smile maybe a wink or two and i'm home
free (ah i miss the days where every other vowel set
off a waterfall of phrases and clauses in my mind, ah i
miss the days where every breath was gold every smile
was platinum every laugh was diamond)
Deleted (Armin x Reader) AUDeleted (Armin x Reader) AU14 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyes lit up as the young blonde came into view. Armin’s smile made my heart flutter but something else caught my attention. There, on his childish face, sat a big red splotch that I knew would bruise.
“Hey (Y/N).” Armin greeted me in his quiet tone.
If I had a voice I would give him a hello. Knowing I was unable to speak, he simply sighed as he stared at me. The frown remained on my face as I kept my gaze on the mark that graced his cheek.
“So do you want to see the story I wrote today?”
I glared at the thirteen year old but didn’t dwell on the matter. He would tell me eventually; he tells me everything. He could come here and just go on for hours. I suppose he felt safe around me since there was no way I could actually repeat the things he said to me.
The young boy dug through his school bag before producing a crumpled paper. The pathetic piece of notebook paper looked as if it had been thrown into a lake and then fished out. Armin looked down at
Necrophiliac"You, yes you! I need your help. I'm bound by something deep inside my corrupted black soul to tell my tale of horror night by night, so wake up. *shakes your shoulders*Necrophiliac13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
*nodding* Yes I realize you probably don't care about my demons. About the things that keep me awake all night. But there isn't anywhere you can go dear friend, so I guess you'll just have to listen. *wags finger*
It was back in 92', I was just a boy about 15. My mama always said I was a naughty little boy who tried doin' all sorts of adult things way before I should even be thinking about them. I see that look on your face you fithy bastard, *laughing* no I don't mean sex. I was hornier than you'd ever believe and all the girls in my class were prettier than all get out. (Or maybe that's just how I remember them.) And I don't mean smokin' and drinkin' though I did a little bit of both. I'm referring to my obsession with death.
I liked watching that show about the lawyers and cops in New York,
Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…Contradictory Suicide Letter13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Gloominess in the silent land Abandoned in the silent landGloominess in the silent land 20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wary knees that fail to stand
The house gathers dust
Rescue me from the rust
It's a disease spreading in my vein
Praying for a cure for it to rain
Cleanse my soul from the shadows
Point out to me the rainbows
For I long to bath in euphoria
For delirium to reach to my cornea
Why must I always fight for happiness?
And easily endure loneliness?
phases of the moonwe are like the phases of the moon;phases of the moon14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could feel your breathing labored,
your body quivering while I leaned over you
a kiss so tender, eyes closed with exhaustion
I heard you inhale when my lips trailed your cheek,
a hand caressing your jaw -
we were the half moon that night,
time was irrelevant to us, that slippery fiend
lights dancing in our closed eyes,
mouths tasting each other
like a rare delicacy, exotic fruit on our tongues -
slow, deliberately, exquisitely ..
And then we are the full moon,
Return of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 3Return of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 322 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 Routed Rebels
Gladir 3:30 am
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, GALLETH SNOOPER.
Everyone made it safely back to the underground hideout. We ran through the crystal caves until we reached the central chamber. My sister and I helped carry the wounded rebels to our makeshift medical quarters. As she helped administer painkillers and treat their wounds, I noticed Luke come stomping in. "What the hell happened out there?!"
"It was an ambush," I panted. "They knew we'd be there. Magnus had entire battalions ready to box us in. There were lines of artillery at the jungle's edge. It was a setu
Fat-Cat Anniversary (Anthro Cat TF WG)I yawned and stretched, I had such an amazing and tremendous party last night! It was an overall crazy night and I had a ton of fun. As I hopped out of bed, my black cat Ziggy crept into the room. "Hey there, buddy!" The cat purred happily as he crept about. "I'll feed you and take you for a walk in a bit, just let me wake up first!" The cat hissed in response, not liking the answer in the least. "Sorry, buddy! Don't worry, after a nice hot shower I'll take you outside!" The cat hissed once more and left the room. Lately, I felt like I've been too hard on the little guy. I've been banning him from sitting on the sofa, criticizing him for leaving his hairballs everywhere and I even put him in the kennel during the party last night. I guess the reason I've been so hard on him lately is that I had been gone for a month and left Ziggy in the care of a relative. Unfortunately, she had let Ziggy eat whatever he wanted and now the cat was fairly pudgy and overweight. I've been putting him onFat-Cat Anniversary (Anthro Cat TF WG)15 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 1The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 117 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Snowden Junior Snoops and the On-Location Mystery
By Mister Mistoffelees
1 Many Will Enter
She was a girl of about ten years, with long silky blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes lighting a charming girl-next-door face. The big blue orbs particularly lit her troubled face at the moment, for she sat against a thick steel-tube post in a dank, dark basement, her slender arms pulled tightly behind the post and bound at the wrists, her mouth covered with a wide strip of cloth tied over it, accentuating her desperately flashing eyes. The school uniform she wore—the dark-burgundy jacket and white blouse with striped burgundy-and-yellow Oakcrest School necktie, burgundy-and yellow plaid pleated skirt, white knee socks and low-heeled loafers—was mildly disheveled from her struggles against the rope which bound her hands behind her and her feet stretched out before her on the dirt floor of the old basement in
MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 9MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 919 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
sphinxamaniai.sphinxamania16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this dawnlight
you will let him
and more muddled
than last night's
the dry choke
of his slumbering throat
will be the anthem
of your morning routine:
test the depth of his sleep,
softly gather all articles
over piles of clothing
and passed-out bones,
and if possible lock the door
flood over you
like absolving showers
with the heat
stare at the sun
and burn out last night's image
and never again remember
his "discreet" voice.
soon, love, the marks
of his teeth
and his name
with the daylight.
you are an isle
in the pale and fickle
light of the moon.
trying to kiss your shores
that they will be the first
but love, their veins
are not prepared
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?Practicing Death9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date