When I DieWhen I Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I die
Will you sing for me?
When I die
Will you cry?
When I die
Will you send flowers to my grave?
When I die
Will you be brave?
When I die
Will you still love me?
When I die
Will you let me be?
When I die
Will you throw away the ring?
When I die
Will you walk over the land like a king?
When I die
I will always be with you
By your side
And sing to you all day long.
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
White Knight EnglandxReader"I give up! You aren't getting any younger. What are you waiting for? No white knight is going to come along and sweep you off your feet." Hungary was frustrated with you again. You kept turning guys down and she was tired of being the only girl dating out of your group of friends.White Knight EnglandxReader2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Well I'm not waiting for France, who backs me up into the ancient history shelf every time he comes into the library."
"Oh! He does!! Oh my God! I never knew working at a library could be so hazardous!" Hungary gasped at this little bit of gossip.
"All I want is a plain man, a modest man, a quiet man. A strait forward and honest man. And NOT Turkey, with that car of his, the one with the fold down back seat."
"Haha! Did he really suggest that!? Sounds just like him." Hungary giggled at the thought.
"But I'm not waiting for a knight in shining white armor either. " Your tone got a bit more serious and Hungary quieted to listen to you. "My white knight: not a Lancelot, nor an angel, just someone to
Daughter of WhiteDaughter of White3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Ikite ite gomennasai" itsu no ma ni ka kuchiguse
Yowane bakari haite ita tsumaranu dake no jinsei
Mura no hitotachi wa mina kirei na midori no kami
Nakama hazure no watashi hito to chigau shiroi kami
Mori no oku de hisoka ni sobie tatsu sennenju
Watashi wa koko de hitori kami ni negai wo kaketa
Kodoku ni iki tsudzukeru koto sore wa totemo sabishii
Dare demo ii watashi no tomodachi ni natte hoshii
Kanojo to deatta no wa sennenju
Taorete ita kanojo wo tasuketa no ga hajimari
Itsu no ma ni ka futari wa totemo nakayokunatta
Dakedo watashi to kanojo nani mo ka mo ga chigatta
Mura no naka no dare yori kirei na midori no kami
Sono yasashii koe to egao dare kara mo ai sareta
Doushite konna watashi ni mo yasashiku shite kureru no?
Jibun yori otoru onna wo owarenderu tsumori na no?
Hikutsu na watashi wo dakishim
white and black is...you wanna bewhite and black is...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sort of
to make your
you want eyes
like gas masks
and the smoke
you want their
to the wall
type of voice
you're a billion
a crude sketch
a part of me
that must be
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
White Lily GirlWhite Lily Girl:White Lily Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...
I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...
She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...
It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?
Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
Will stay forever by her side...
Cut and sewn, hewn and cleft
Made to match like ragged dolls.
Each will be a lifeless guardian
Watching from the bitter walls...
You took my child and stole her life
Now I do the same for you...
Your children now shall bear my hatred
And there is nothing you can do.
Come and drink of water or wine
I shall feed you as I feed
Audubon, Great White HeronBachman's cat would appear to be merely restingAudubon, Great White Heron3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the evening sun
if it weren't for the bill speared through its heart.
The Heron is tall as a woman, twice as cruel,
and at least as beautiful.
I brought the bird all the way from Florida
as a gift for my friend,
a pillar of living ivory
to walk among his Magnolias.
But already it's swallowed a dozen ducks,
bitten several children, and now
(the most dire offense) slain poor Francis.
It will be shot and stuffed within the week,
but beasts can't be blamed
for their wickedness.
When it flew along the banks of the Keys,
it snapped up fish with the grace of sharpened wind.
My deckhands would remove their hats
when a flock circled, dove,
and thinned out the flashing tide in an instant.
Even I once gasped at the display.
But a miracle on the marsh
is a crime in the garden.
Even though the animal will die
under trees that are strange to it,
I envy him.
Because my thin brother was hatched
possessing the virtues of a specter,
while I am left clin
The White Parade: FinaleChapter VI: And on the Sixth Day...The White Parade: Finale7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, determine that this is the situation for the defibrillator, then get someone else to wheel it out so they can get his heart working. Charge it up…
The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.
She screams again. Again, there’s a spike on the monitor; again, it flattens out into an even line. They wonder why she’s still here. Silent messages get sent at light speed, even as thei
Do You Hate Me?Do You Hate Me?4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are sitting on the ground, pulling grass up as you stare at the horizon in boredom. A girl walks up to you, blocking the view of the sun.
"Do you hate me?"
You blink. "What?"
"Do you hate me?" she repeats.
You stare at her. "Uh, why would I hate you?"
"You don't talk to me."
"Just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I hate you."
"So... you don't hate me?"
You think for a moment. "Well, I don't know you, so I guess I don't hate you."
"So, if you knew me, then would you hate me?"
You stare at her. She strikes you as being very odd. You are unsure of what to say; a part of you wants her to just go away.
"Uh, I don't know... Do you want me to hate you?"
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.
The White Parade: V of VIChapter V: Four WeeksThe White Parade: V of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s a month to the show. A month. Four weeks, give or take a day…
“I can’t believe it. Prismacolor markers, pencils…oil paints, turpentine…brushes…” He stares at the bounty with wide eyes. “Where did you get all of this?”
I just grin and set down a bag full of canvases of various sizes on the bed. “I happen to have very good friends.”
Actually, Mac happens to have very good friends. Friends in places an artist can only dream to have friends.
“Are those the…?”
“Mm-hmm. I think someone said something about bringing in an easel later.”
“Really? A-an easel?”
“Mm-hm.” I open the window. A small breeze blows through the screen, but nothing strong enough to disrupt papers. “It’ll be easier than painting on the windowsill.”
“Yeah…” He goes back to staring at the
The White Parade: IV of VIChapter IV: 3AMThe White Parade: IV of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Once again, I can’t stress how…terribly sorry we are about the mishap this afternoon.”
“N-no…no, it’s fine. Honest. I won’t sue unless I develop a habit for the stuff.”
They chuckle nervously. “Regardless… That was a careless move on our part. It could have been worse than a sedative.”
“Is he always that difficult?”
“You mean, ‘Is he always that hysterical?’”
She nods. “He’s never been…that way before. I’ve never seen him like that.”
“Yes, well… Normally we wait until you leave. When you left we just assumed—”
“That I was gone for the day.”
“My camera was there. All my stuff…”
“We didn’t see your things; he must have put them somewhere for saf
PrussiaxReader-White IceIt was a cold, winter, Friday night as you walked home from work. You were exasperated. It had been an incredibly long day for you. Your boss had been constantly asking you to do things for him, a lot more than usual.PrussiaxReader-White Ice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey _______! Can you go grab me a cup of coffee? And remember, I only like..." "_______, go print out 150 copies of..." "_______. I need you to go pick up..."
"Stupid boss. Always making me do the dumbest things. And do I ever get a 'please' or 'thank you'? No! Sometimes I really do wonder why I even work for him!" you grumbled to yourself.
Rubbing your hands together as you blew into them, you grumbled some more. "And of course I'd forget my mittens at home! This day, it's just not the day for me!"
You passed by an open bar and stopped. The warm air was pulling you in.
"Hm, a drink sounds kind of nice right now... and it's so cold out here!" you thought for a moment. Maybe just one drink... "Aw hell! I deserve it, especially after the day I've had!"
In LoveIn LoveIn Love6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
Black and WhiteI met him in the sandbox.Black and White5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It sits just past the streetlight mamma tells me is old fashioned because it looks more like candy than a stoplight. I don't agree, but I'd never tell her. (she only insults it in this manner after she forgets to look for it and runs a red light)
I was not building sandcastles, or playing house, or pretending to be princess of anything. I was building roadways and mountains and intersections for my little yellow jeep to purr its way over; ignorant of all traffic laws. (Did you know that if you purse your lips and blow, you can grrr just like one?)
He had green eyes to match his green tractor, and we built farms and dug trenches until our little arms were sore and then we planted pebbles while we chanted grow corn grow.
I think I remember her skirts, and the red of her hair, and the twisted rouge of her lips as she yanked him stumbling to his feet and sneered.
She had his green eyes.
I do remember what she said, Dont play with her Michael. She
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~NEW 100 Themes Challenge5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
Bitten -twisted snow white- TEASERBitten -twisted snow white- TEASER2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please check out chapter one, now posted http://fav.me/d4ighs5
This is just a teaserr! if you like it, promote it! if I get enough views/faves/comments I'll continue writing!! Enjoy
The pain was unbearable. My body was stiff all over, so much so that it hurt. I could feel something running through my veins, mixing with my blood and filling my body.
"I see you've finally awakened, sleepy beauty.. Or are you Snow?" there was humour in the voice I heard; I could imagine a cocky smirk. I opened my eyes, and I was right. There it was, playing on the lips of a gorgeous man, shrouded in darkness except for half of his face.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I heard him chuckle,
"Me? I'm your Prince Charming, can't you tell?" his voice dripped with sarcasm as he said this, and he stepped out into the light, and my line of sight. He was tall, much taller than me, with shaggy dark hair, and a good build, not too muscular, but he looked stro
MagnetMagnet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Touko idly stared out of the Ferris wheel carrier's window. Touya and Jessi, her companions were talking in the seat across from her. Everything would've been perfect if not for the empty seat next to her.
Cheren and Bianca were on the carrier below them, and as they ascended to the top, Touya noticed something. Someone was manifesting next to Touko in a green glow. And Touko was in a daze and depression to even notice it. A hand was beginning to appear on Touko's hand. Touya's eyes widened.
"Jessi. Hey Jessi." he hissed. Jessi turned.
"Look." Sure enough, when Jessi turned, she saw the manifestation becoming clearer. Green hair was beginning to grow on the head. A void cube appeared on its pants. The hand began to look more alive and fleshier.
"What the-?!" Jessi whispered anxiously. She spotted the Void Cube, and smiled.
Paint it White: A Message to ItalyItaly,Paint it White: A Message to Italy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the day the world was being invaded, when I was transforming, I asked you to smile. I didn't ask you to smile because I had any theories, any ideas to fix anything, I asked you to smile because I thought it would keep them away from you.. also... I thought, that if I asked you to smile, then you wouldn't worry, and you wouldn't cry about me going away...
~Ich Liebe Dich
White Desires PrologueWhite Desires Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a white void, unfamiliar and alien, and yet it was one she had seen so many times before. It was a huge and empty space, stretching on indefinitely, pearly and cold. Red flakes suddenly danced past her eyes; Rose petals skipping so lightly through the heavy air. Only when they fell could she see the ground, scattered about like dreams. Her vision stuttered in a sudden spasm, and there he was.
He stood there vividly against the white world, black fur and red striped quills arching towards the marble sky .Those quills stirred in the breeze that treated the rose petals so kindly, that breeze she couldn't feel. He wore no clothes other than strange shoes and white gloves; he didn't seem to need them. His eyes were crimson red, flaming and exuding power, even from a distance. They held her in place with their magnificence, striking a chord deep within her. They were proud, swirling, and deep; secretive yet enticing her to look closer, look deeper. His face held no expression
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.