Tears in HeavenTears in HeavenTears in Heaven8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nate River had gone by many names over the years, and yet he often felt that none really suited him quite the way he would have liked. Most recent had been the addition of a new code name, L, along with the sub-categorical personas of Erald Coil, Danuve, and a few others that he had developed on his own. L was fine when it came to work, but it lacked a personal feel to it. Nate wasnt sure why that bothered him, given his pre-disposition to sitting alone in corners twirling his hair. But it did bother him, and as the years passed he had stopped questioning the feeling and simply let it remain, buried, festering.
And so it did remain, like other feelings he had taken a few moments out to classify and then toss aside over the course of his life. Feelings, that went by other names, all blank and invisible letters that identified him by face but not by heart.
N, another name, was an older façade than L. N was the product of a child trying to become a
rain loverain love12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So rain is falling outside.
And with every little dot of water.
You miss that one person a little more.
[drop, splash, puddle.]
It's one of those times when,
if you could actually gather all the thoughts you were having,
you'd feel profound.
Just because you're finally happy enough to care about what you're thinking.
You look out the window and you could have sworn
those puddles weren't heart-shaped.
Five seconds ago they weren't, I know it, you say.
Then all those puddles overflow at once, and fill up again.
So does your heart.
Every five seconds.
And it's been, what, seven hours since you saw that person.
The one you're willing to love forever, even if it's not logical.
Even if you're not going to be loved back.
The puddles overflow again, and fill back up.
You can't really control how you feel, can you?
Do you really want to?
Because your shirt doesn't smell like love, but you pretend it does.
Because you have enough love inside you to fill up sixt
bleeding miles, oceans thick_ci speak all these words in one breath. my mind drips- skin falls to pieces and lands in a pair of hands. the rain washes it away and it's gone, but it flickers like lightbulbs. flickers on and off in my stomach, in my head, in my heart. it's a thunderstorm, it's bleeding into waves. i walked down the hallway and kept my hands in my pockets the whole time. i dream inside my dreams. i have dreams in your bedroom that the forests cry. you kiss me until i cry. liquid sadness down my thighs. it's like breathing in space when you're not here.bleeding miles, oceans thick_c4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(my heart is a drum and my hands cannot keep the beat. my heart is a bird that my bones cannot cage. you are here and you are not. you are breathing the curve of my throat and i am hungry. i walk the halls alone, i press palms to the walls and watch them fall to the ground. i can feel your heat and i am afraid. i am a coal in diamond's cloth; i am a mockingbird with the tongue of a beggar. you press love into my flesh and i recoil in fear. love is a
Just FriendsJust Friends11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
He looks down at me, a wry grin on his face. The skin around his eyes crinkle slightly in humor. I smile back, not sure if my grin looks as fake as it is, not sure if he can see right through the facade I've put on. I say something and he chuckles, than he replies back and I laugh.
We stride along, talking and joking like we always do. We both enjoy making people laugh, half our conversation is giggling and guffawing at what the other says. Our conversation starts to turn torwards a less-goofy subject, and then it's suddenly brought back to humor.
As soon as I had met up with him, I had felt those feelings. You know what I'm talking about. The ones that send your stomach into a million butterflies. The ones where you have the urge to latch on to his arm and never let go. The urge to stroke his hair and gaze deeply into his eyes and know that if he feels the same.
But I know he doesn't. And I had thought that the feelings I had once held for him were gone. I guess I was wrong.
LonelyI'm so lonelyLonely9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even with friends I'm so lonely
Will I ever find the one person that will try their best?
To make me happy beyond all reason?
To make me feel special?
To make me feel like the only person that matters?
Will I ever find the one just for me?
I'm so lonely
Even with friends.
Someday I'll find my one just for me…
That will make me feel happy beyond all reason
The one that will make me feel special
The one that will make me feel like the only person that matters…
But until I will remain lonely...
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
The game-you just lost itThe game.The game-you just lost it6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does it mean when someone says 'You just lost the game'?
Well, it's very, very simple.
This is The game.
You are now playing The game.
The game is won if everyone in the world is playing The game.
The object is to try and forget about about the game.
Every time you remember The game you lose.
Then you have to publicly announce that you lost The game.
When you remember The game, you have 15 minutes to talk about it, then you go back to forgetting it.
Let's break this down into 3 steps:
1. You remember The game.
2. You say 'I just lost The game'.
3. After 15 minutes of remembering it, you go back to forgetting it.
It's that simple.
Saying you just lost the game is a great way to break awkward silence. It can be used whenever, and wherever. It's a great game to teach to younger kids.
Once you learn about the game, you are playing it. You have no choice.
So don't think about it.
And guess what.
We just lost the game.
Hidamari-Anpan's Hetalia Head Inserts1. Nations get to choose their own human names and day when they celebrate their birthday. Some nations think they were already born with human names.Hidamari-Anpan's Hetalia Head Inserts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Nations calling other nations by their human names or nicknames associating with either of the other country's official name and/or human name can indicate the level of intimacy they have between one another (or the nation just loves to give nicknames)
3. A nation introducing himself/herself with their human name first is still considered a taboo for the more conservative countries.
4. There are several alternate worlds coexisting with the Hetalia universe and each universe is linked to one another. With the Hetalia universe being the main and stabilizing core universe.
5. Whatever happens in the Hetalia universe will determine the fate of the other universes.
6. One of them is the Nyotalia universe. Here, the countries' counterparts are genderbent versions of themselves that have superhuman capabilities. One of these capabilities is
Message of RegretMessage of Regret4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A petite fragile figure is standing at the dock, the moon, who's been in the sky a long while now, hiding behind bulky, dark, angry clouds, and a wind that's been seasoned with sprays of salt water is whipping her unattended blonde hair back, cheeks streaked with a mixture of rain and salt and tears. If you listen closely, you may hear a broken, weak voice over the roar of the ocean and the claps of thunder. What is she saying? A plea for forgiveness, perhaps? There's a note of missing, anguish, loneliness, a note of guilt, and a barely traceable hint of thanks. Her voice is lost in the wash of the sea, so quiet that her confessions, her sins, were lost in the surf. She clenches a bottle in her hands, the contents not liquor, but paper. It's just a tiny wish that she throws out to sea, and lets the surf carry it away.
"I'm sorry Len." She smiles through tears, and turns around, returning to the church.
Let's start from the beginning now shall we?
It's all so surreal
GermanyXPregnant Reader: Berlin WallThis is my first one for Germany so pardon my awful writing techniques... And thank you to my friend, AnimeLeaderVI, for snapping me out of my writers block and giving me this awesome idea.. I guess I'll be writing this for you then :3GermanyXPregnant Reader: Berlin Wall3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ludwig?" you called out wandering through his house. You knew he was the personification of Germany and that it was probably dangerous to be snooping around his house looking for him during The Cold War. But you had to tell him something. Just these past two weeks you had become friends and the past week led to more. You were about to confess your love to him. 'Maybe he's out doing something else,' you thought to yourself as you run a hand through your [hair color] hair and sighing deeply as you closed your [eye color] eyes, 'I'll go look for him in Berlin I guess.' And with that you left his house and went to the city to find him. As you were walking throu
Kawaii Ass Fuck Dirk x Jake (Totally Hawt)Dick and Jake were the best bros. One day Derk took off his mask and he started to flop like a fish on the land of Tomb and Krypton. "Im fuggen dyin and shet!" Dirk cried out as he fell onto his back and curled his kawaii fucking legs like a spider. "Oh golly gosh dick you are so kawaii please touch my wanker!" Jake cried out as he shook his push booty short ass. "Lol okay Jake-sama just come on down here are we can play tug of war with our d's." Jake complied and rolled ontop of Dirk and they began to to sloppy makeouts. Jake then withdrew a can of tuna from his sylladex and smashed it into Dirks magnificent face. Dirk shrieked like a little girl and slowly deflated like a balloon Jake clawed at the ground as Dirk became one with mother nature and blossomed into a beautiful orange lily. "Oh Dirk my kokoro beats for you and goes doki doki I dont care if you are a flower you are my one true love! Golly!" He then held the flower close to his chest and caressed it.Kawaii Ass Fuck Dirk x Jake (Totally Hawt)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Loyal To The End...Loyal To The EndLoyal To The End...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That Is What I Am
I Sit And Wait
I Think And Cry
I Tell Myself Lies
I Tell Myself Stories
I Beleive In My Dreams
And I Hope You Remember
Remeber That Special Moment
That Special Time
That Special Place
Where I Said I Love You
And i Hope To Hear
Just One More Time
That You Love Me
So I Will Wait And Sit Under This Tree
And Wait For You To Come Find Me
that girlshes just that girlthat girl6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
plain and simple
the same girl
who lauphs and cries
the same girl who has feelings
the girl that has the right to choose
the girl that has been through so much pain
but still is able to put a smile on her face
that girl who can lauph and dance
after some of the worst days of her life
that girl is a strong girl
a girl with bravory
a simple plain ordinary girl
with the strength of a bull.
inside and out
ShaneHe is gorgeous like a winter evening when the snow has fallen fresh and is dusted over the trees.Shane8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When he laughs, it is like those of church bells, making my heart do cartwheels in my chest.
When he blushes, my smile can not be with-held, as I imagine his cheeks bloom into a lovely rosy red.
His eyes are lake of green in an ocean of beautiful words and imagination; as they are windows to his breath-taking soul.
His words are like milk and honey, sweet and filling my hungry heart.
I imagine his voice, as it will be, a choir of a thousand angels to my ears.
His love is a swelling glow of sunlight on a young spring morning, filling me with such awe as I never want to leave its reach.
His heat is a beautiful heart; that I wish to take and keep with me for the rest of my days to hold and cradle in my hands next to my own.
Confessions of a Tea AddictConfessions of a Tea Addict5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Confessions of a Tea Addict
I am a tea addict. Not for all the reasons you would expect however. Not for the flavor or even the aroma. Even if these are both pleasing in their own way they are not the entire explanation for my addiction.
My earliest memory of tea goes back to when I was a young child. My mother brought into my presence a clear glass mug filled to the brim with steaming hot water. After setting it down she pulled out what on first appearance seemed a rather innocuous little white bag. This bag of your standard Lipton orange pekoe would create magic. From the moment it touched the water I knew I was seeing something special. The leaves inside creating a swirl of amber colored liquid. The smell too was wonderful. Naturally I wanted to taste some of this divine brew right away. I was allowed a sip and fell in love.
I didn't understand what I was seeing.&
dear apollo.your skin is hot enough to ignite this entire world and yet you sleep curled against my frostbitten shoulder blades. you burn in your slumber and i spend my night beating the sparking, smoldering edges of our cotton sheets. myths written on linen and stone describe you as golden with dawn-skin and honey-eyes, but lover, i know you for the truth. you are the charcoal of where the sun has pressed too close, the passion of the wildfire's wake. you are the olive branches of peace and the violence of the charred leaves. you are staining my forearms with the feral licks of your ink-hair and are painting my sides with the soot of your fingertips.dear apollo.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when we wake, it is in the sky's absence of your light and i hoard your warmth like a squirrel in the early breath of winter. the shutters are painted monochromatic in the moon's radiation but our walls are swollen with every rise of your languid chest. i can feel the frost dripping from my flesh, i can feel the ice retreating as you roll over and sp
Kratos Aurion PoemHe has a sonKratos Aurion Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But never told anyone
He seems so cold
But he could be alot of fun.
He wanted to protect his son
Against the evil guys.
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Until you look into his eyes.
He has red hair
And loved his wife
His son and wife
Was his life.
He will destroy anyone in his path
Just to protect his son and his friends.
Even if his son hates him
by betraying him 'till the end.
He betrayed them because he protected them
Even though he is a con
This guy I love is from Tales of Symphonia
His name is Kratos Aurion.
gamble on me.hey boy,gamble on me.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i think you should know that youre twisting my spine into knots and clogging up my arteries and the least you could do is give me a second of your time. i think you should give me a chance. you should know that you make my hands itch when you smile because i want to brush my thumb over your cheekbones. that my shoulders are trembling because i can imagine them resting against your chest, the idea of the warmth shotgunning straight to my nerves.
i think you should know youre making a relatively sane girl misplace her mind.
and i know youre so much more than youll ever imagine, that you are making me tangle words that once lived tucked safely in my pocket. that my fists are clenched against my legs and my mind is unwound around my skull and youre just tipping jaunty lips without a thought.
you see, ive been bottling this feeling but carbonation is beginning to shove against the cap. and i can feel it fizzing down the sides, leaking out my fing
Hetalia Piri - My Name is...Ramblings of Piri - My Name is...Hetalia Piri - My Name is...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My name is...right. I know my name...it's Maria Clara...Carriedo...de la Cruz. The Republic of the Philippines. Right? That is my name. No, wait. It isn't?" the young girl mumbled to herself as she watched the rain pour outside her home. It was one of those days...when rain and darkness would mix in and be the perfect atmosphere for a gloomy night. Just like what she was facing at the moment.
Over the past few years, she had been constantly trying to collect the pieces of her lost past. Looking for old clues, joining trips to untouched regions of her home, rereading history textbooks from her land and others. She was tired, but she had to find out more about it. Her researchers did tell her to rest and concentrate on her other duties. Fortunately, she is still able to keep up with her schedule and time.
But there was something else. She wasn't just looking for her past, she was trying to return what she had lost. All of those memories, all of t
For Ivan Braginski LoversFor Ivan Braginski Lovers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sweep the large ball room of Ivan Braginski's (AKA Russia) house. You work as a maid in his household. Ivan allows you to play music as you work. You have you iPod hooked up to your little speakers at the other end of the ball room. Suddenly the song changes to "Once Upon a December" from the Anastasia movie. You smile. Yu've always loved this song, even though you know the sad story of Anastasia. You sway slightly to the music and start to sing.
"Dancing bears, painted wings," You sing, "Things I almost remember." Ivan steps into the door, hearing the music. He knows this song. He stands there silently as you continue to sing and dance.
"And a song someone sings, once upon a december," You sing, waltzing as if someone was dancing with you, "Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully..."
"Across my memory," He sings, joining in and startling you. You stop the music, blushing.
"I'm sorry Mr. Braginski. Was the music too loud? Did
The Bleeding HeartYou'll never knowThe Bleeding Heart6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The pain I hold
All the years that I hid
From precious moments with you
My anguish is everlasting
My torment is eternal
Years go by and I still think of you
I don't know what to do
Skies above me
Grow darker every day
I can't change these feelings
I want to look your way
The ground beneath me crumbles
My walls collapse upon me
Has it really taken this long
For me to see
Would you close your eyes
And take a walk with me
Would you take my hand
And see what could be
The days are growing colder
My second chance is probably over
Just know you're always with me
In this heart that's bleeding
What's the point of trying
When hope died so long ago
Sometimes I think I know
Forever and a day
Seems so far away
Are you the light waiting for me
Or just another endless tunnel
Skies above me
Grow darker every day
I can't change these feelings
I want to look your way
The ground beneath me crumbles
My walls collapse upon me
Has it really taken this long
For me to see