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
Black and White 1Black and White 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was finally here! Opeliucid Gym. Samurott seemed as glad as I was! Before entering though. I was sure there would be other trainers I would have to battle. So I changed my direction and headed for the Pokemon Center instead.
"Wow.. Pink hair! How do cousins look so alike?!"
"Hello, and welcome to the Pokemon Center!"
She giggled and I grinned.
"We restore your tired Pokemon to full Health! Would you like to rest your Pokemon?"
I nodded and handed my Pokemon over. Samurott Lv.53, Liepard Lv.55, Musharna Lv.42, and Boldore Lv.50. Nurse Joy gladly took my Pokemon.
"Ok, I'll take your Pokemon for a few seconds."
I waited as my Pokemon healed. As the machine finished healing my Pokemon, Nurse Joy handed them back to me, and I re-attached their Pokeballs to my belt.
"Thank you for waiting,.."
"We've restored your Pokemon to full health!"
"We hope to see you again!"
I tipped my hat and filled up on full heals and max potions, and ran back to the Opeliucid Gym.
As I e
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 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
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.pale as bones, she whispers words to me,white.5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
and i wonder why the world
can't ever stay the same.
she is without.
she is above, beyond,
sucked dry by hopelessness,
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
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
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
JohnKarkat: White ChristmasYour name is John Egbert and as you look outside your window you realize something.JohnKarkat: White Christmas2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is no snow on the ground.
And it is Christmas Eve.
Sure it's not really December, the months are different on this new planet, but it's close enough and everyone decided on keeping the holidays and traditions. You look back towards your bed and observe the blanket nest move a bit. You know what's underneath all those layers. A troll boy you just happen to be boyfriends with, though he keeps telling you to call him your Matesprit.
You learn that trolls don't do so well with cold, they freeze easily and Karkat seems to just curl up in blankets and growl at you for choosing somewhere to live that gets cold. Apparently all of Alternia was tropical so trolls aren't used to low temperatures. You spent a few years in a warmer part of the planet while you both adjusted to the new world, but you missed the cold and Karkat was willing to follow you north. Karkat loves the fireplace too, when he's
The White FlowerIn a clinical vase lies the White Flower. Her hair is as soft as dainty white petals, and spreads over her pillow in the same way that cherry blossom litters the ground in spring. Although her skin is deeply creased, you can tell that she once blossomed like no other, for her cheek bones are well formed and her nose perfect.The White Flower3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The White Flower's body is slender, almost as if the rot growing inside her has devoured all the fat, all the muscle. Every sort of wire is connected to her, some are embedded in the skin of her hand whereas others snake tendrils across her face. It doesn't matter what purpose they serve to prolonging her sorry life, the White Flower hates them. She hates the hospital bed, she hates the medicine, she hates the artificialness of life within the ward. During her youth she loved the outdoors, the sky, the birds, she loved the cold winter air.
Air she knows she'll never breathe again. In her deep s
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)The White Parade: I of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
White OwlThe white owl opens up her eyes,White Owl3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sways her vision to the skies;
seeking out a creature's cry,
through the woods' nocturnal sigh.
In the darkness crickets sing,
far beneath the owl's white wing.
Dew drops to the leaves still cling,
sparkling with a lucent sheen.
Senses alert, she prepares for flight,
hearing creatures near their plight,
she spreads her wings into the night
silent as moonlight, and as white.
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!"
Do You Hate Me?Do You Hate Me?6 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.
Black and White 3Black and White 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Boldore! Use Rock Blast!"
"Unfezant! Use Detect!"
The bird Pokemon was able to protect itself before Boldore could launch one boulder towards it.
"Again! Boldore, use Rock Blast!"
Before Cheren could say anything, Boldore was already on the move. Launching gigantic forms of rocks at Cheren's Unfezant. Until it was knocked out.
I smirked as Cheren returned Unfezant to its Pokeball.
Cheren sent out a blue, monkey Pokemon. Lv.43 Water type, as you could tell by how she looked. I returned Boldore to his Pokeball.
After being in the Pokeball for a while Liepard appeared and stretched out into fighting position.
"Head on! Night Slash!!"
Liepard nodded and the area we were battling in turned completely dark, all I could make out from the darkness was the sound of Bianca whimpering, and Liepard slashing away.
Cheren called out.
"Are you okay?!"
I yelled next.
"I-I'm fine. Just the wind, hehehe."
I shook my head with
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
The White MorgueThe White Morgue1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
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