Tears in HeavenTears in HeavenTears in Heaven9 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
LonelyI'm so lonelyLonely10 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
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_c5 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
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)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
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
no more sailing_cThe sun is setting and something in the way the light is haloing the horizon makes me think of the forest green rimming the caramel of your eyes. I sit and pluck beach grass as I watch the tips of the sails in the distance flare moments before the darkness claims them. I imagine the same night coming to steal and curl in your lungs. I imagine it bringing restful peace as you breathe in the tiny golden dust particles that swirled around my palms earlier today while at market. I imagine the light that brushed your cheekbones yesterday is slipping under my tongue as I stretch awake. I imagine we're tied together at the spinal cord and expanded over the globe. I know we're not side-by-side, but I feel you in the air. I can't see you, but my heart can hear you in the trembling earth as saltwater rides up the shore. I can't miss you any more than I already do -- my soul is crippled with wanting. So, come home soon, darling; ride the tide back to my waiting arms.no more sailing_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waters here are
Kratos Aurion PoemHe has a sonKratos Aurion Poem8 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.
Catching up to youcatching up to youCatching up to you12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see your jacket
and the outline of your body
I can smell your colonge
and almost taste your kiss
I\'m reaching my arm out
damn your moving faster
dont you hear me calling your name
cant you feel me running behind you
did you forget the sound of my voice
I slow down to catch my breath
I open my eyes
I realize you were never there
I had forgotten you left
I keep seeing you
almost everywhere I go
I chase you in my dreams
maybe some day I\'ll catch up to you
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.
bandage-tape kisses_cI'm worn and tattered on the edges and breathing knives into the ozone layer. I'm the echo of something that once was a shadow of beautiful and am now the scream of something destructive. I'm poison dripping through your veins and gas pumping straight into your lungs. So, please, listen to me: run. Run while you can. Run before I chomp the pavement to pieces and it's too late for you to get out of town alive. Run before I catch you. Run before I demolish you too. Run.bandage-tape kisses_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You have to know that no matter what happens, no hellfire or Armageddon, could keep me from holding you up, from crushing your demons, and smoothing your edges. Every moment of this is already shredding my insides and shattering my bones. So dig your fingers into my skin and scream into me. Crush me and fill me with everything you've got. Let me be your canary in this toxic void. Don't ask me to leave unless it's with you. Don't ask me to run unless it's to you.
I'm a landmine and I'm exploding under your heels.
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.5 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
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
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.
Hetalia Piri - My Name is...Ramblings of Piri - My Name is...Hetalia Piri - My Name is...3 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
TwilightPrincess:Midna's SongTwilight Princess: Midna's SongTwilightPrincess:Midna's Song7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What do you see in me
That you care to know more of?
I am just your shadow hanging on the wall.
Do you care that I am
Nothing of your precious light?
So I am simply that which is not what you are.
What do you care that I
Could be something so much more?
To you I just seem a sinister darkness
The blood of ancestors
Is all that you care to see.
You can not see in me that which could shine brightly.
APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!Spain smiled, confident that his new colony would learn quickly and make him proud.APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok mija, it is time for you to learn Spanish!"
"Opo Papa!" the little girl beamed up to her father-figure, golden brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and eagerness.
"First: 'Como esta?' is 'How are you?' Can you say that?"
The older brunette sweat-dropped as his smile remained steadfast planted on his tanned face. He held up a pencil and tried again with the child.
The ever cheerful Spaniard dragged the lesson on by pointing to a picture of a hastily drawn stereotypical stick family drawn on the chalkboard.
Spain pointed to his pet bull.
He pointed to England.
He gestured to her.
He pointed to his face.
Spain dropped his head in pitiful, pathetic failure as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Dios mio, she's even more hopeless than Romano "
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum
iPreg"Ugh... low battery... everything is so damn difficult..."iPreg3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jessica's ipod began slowly to charge. The little red warning light on her face was replaced by an invariably less aggressive little symbol indicating it was plugged in.
"Too early... in morning... for this crap..."
Sleep mode is a real bitch. You just get into a pretty good cycle, processors wind down, flash memory switched off, and some ass hat comes along and pushes your buttons. You have to be all chirpy and awake and everything, ready to go and fast as lightening or you'll go in the trash can. Life sucks.
She tried to communicate such feelings to Jessica, but she was having none of it. She had some of those giant headphones with stupid looking skulls all over them. Since when did kids have money for this kind of crap? What was wrong with the chic little white ones that had come in the box. She missed them dreadfully sometimes. She wouldn't be seen dead with those ugly bastards inserted in her audio jack. No sir.
First vore storyIt has been a long week, but girls camp had finnaly ended", Taylor thought to herself. she and five other girls had just attedned an all girls camp and were on the ride home. Man, that was a really fun camp", said Hunter. Hunter was a curly blonde, and was wearing a green and white stripped summer dress and cowgirl boots. "ya i know", said Savvanna. Savvanna was a black girl with long black hair. she was wearing soft boots, a black skirt with a belt, and a plain white shirt. Taylor could also see her white panties underneath her skirt. "the only reason your saying that is because of that wedige you gave me on the last day of camp", Reilly. Reilly was black too. she had curly black hair and was wearing a white summer dress, a brown belt, and boots similar to Hunters. "just look at the mark you gave me!" she lifted up her skirt to show her white panties and butt."oh come on Reilly you cant even see it any more." said Raquel. Raquel was also black and she had short hair, a red shirt and aFirst vore story3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The Wall's DaughterSummary: With the wall going up, Ludwig asks Alfred for his help in protecting something very important to him - his daughter. Mentions past MPreg.The Wall's Daughter4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred rubbed his arms, trying to keep warm. Berlin was colder than usual this November. He shivered and looked to the east, where he could feel the pain of millions caused by a wall. And it wasn't even finished yet.
"America, I'm glad you came."
He started at the tired voice, and turned to find Germany well-wrapped in a thick coat. He was standing oddly, his arms seemingly cradling a bulge in his coat.
"You asked for help, and I came. You know we would never hate one of our own, Germany."
He looked away and readjusted his hold on whatever was in his coat. "Some among us would."
Alfred didn't know what to say to that, and remained silent. Ludwig stepped closer after glancing around to make sure no-one was nearby, and pulled America into a nearby alleyway. They both sighed in relief at the escape from the s
A Dinner To RememberA Dinner To Remember4 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Dinner To Remember
My name is Emma, pale skinned, long purple hair down to the middle of my back, piercing green eyes, purple lipstick, perky C cup breasts, and an overall athletic figure. You could say I have it all. And you are right. Men swoon over me, always following me home. Women were jealous, making shrewd comments about my figure. Well, that all is going to change due to my new job. I work at a diner as a hostess. The pay is average, but the food is free. And this is my story about how my life, and body, changed.
"Emma! Get up! You need to get dressed for work!"
I dragged myself out of bed, wearing nothing but my black lace bra and shorts. I moved over into the bathroom, inspected my figure, and moved onto the scale.
"130...I gained 4 lbs..." I said in a hushed whisper.
I felt my body, feeling its softer form. Not noticeable, but it exists and bothers me. I shrug it off and wander over to my closet to put on the typical work outfit. My white hostess shirt is a bit more snug,