Guardian AngelYou'll never see it comingGuardian Angel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never glimpse her fall
That's the way she keeps it
The one way she feels safe
She looks so put together
You'd never guess the truth
That when she's alone
Broken into pieces
A disaster of epic size
Fitted back together
Glass kept whole by glue
Waking down the hallways
Never certain smile
Looking like she hates
Behind the quirky face
And somber, timeless eyes
Lives a tragedy so deep
She's lost where sadness lies
No one comprehends it
If they even see
The cracks and chips of last time
But look a little deeper
Go beyond just what you see
And you'll find something unexpected
Something you never thought you'd see
She appears to be so normal
But stands out tall and lonely
What you think is just a girl
Has now turned out to be
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part1 The golden sun began to rise, splaying its rays over the grey, colorless, silent and sleeping village with its drift-wood colored cottages and larger houses made of beech wood. As the sun slowly climbed higher, colors seeped through the skies--the colors of the rising sun. Soft, sweet, pale pinks, pinkish purples the color of blushing violets, periwinkle blues and sky blues, creamy, pastelly greens, and vibrant yet soft sherbert-oranges. All of the colors blended and danced and spread over the sky...it was almost as if the horizon were on fire.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part15 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stood before my wide story window completely nude, watching as the sun etched out the detail of the village below--filling out the deep crevices in the drift-wood cottages, shining on the grasses in the yards below until it twinkled and shined like wet emeralds, air-brushing all the colorful flowers and their leaves. Seeing things this way, it was almost as if I were the only on
Boiling Water-5"I don't know."Boiling Water-59 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Axel, you promised."
"I look rediculas."
"Axel, you look fine. Just relax okay?"
"I look rediculas!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
"Argh! Fine, you look absolutely horrid! Does /that/ make you feel better you stubborn…you!"
"You know what?" There was a splashing noise down the white hall, if you were walking down it. And a rush of water was soon ejected out of the glass door, letting he smell of Chlorine touch your senses.
"/Now/ you look wet AND rediculas!"
"I should light you up. So help me…"
"No, I wont. Not with my own death. Come on, Axel." Demyx pleaded. Man this guy was stubborn. They were both tugging at each other's last nerve, and they'd been in one room for /maybe/ twenty minutes.
Axel was now completely soaked. All he wore were his boxers and a pair of low riding now very dark blue and wet, jeans. Hi shirt and shoes at been tossed onto a chair. Demyx had changed into a pair of white shin-l
UntitledLace. White virgin lace and crimson slut red. Sweet fucking Goddess, itUntitled12 years ago in Erotic More Like This
ought to be a crime to dress you in anything else.
The blood is still fresh, trailing in perfect streaks down across your trembling stomach. Frightened, pet? Don't be. You want this, you know you do. Such a fuss at first, all riled up and arguing; you'll let me fuck you raw but this? No, never, too much dignity lost, too far out there, nothing you wanted any part of.
Sheer white silk, like cool ice to the touch; I rolled them up your bare legs and clipped the garter in place to keep them there. Your cheeks were flushed red and you wouldn't meet my eyes, but your body doesn't lie like your mouth does. You were hard already and you shivered when I slid the shoes over your feet and strapped the buckles around your ankles, tight enough to make you wince.
But lies off your tongue are sweet to hear - go on, say it again. Tell me you didn't moan when I made you stand up. Tell me your breath didn't catch the first ti
broken...Broken…Here I am on my knees. Living with my broken heart. My mistake was believing that someone would be here with open arms to catch me as I fell. Instead I hit the floor shattering into a thousand pieces of nothingness. Where we're you when I needed you most? I look back and I see that I changed who I was. I thought I needed to be something different. Something that you would be proud of. I'm not going to lie to myself and say it is entirely your fault. Because that wouldn't be true. I changed willingly over time. I thought I had to change who I was. I thought in doing so that it would bring you closer to me. I thought that maybe then you would take notice of how much I've grown up. And maybe then you would put your arms around me, holding me in that warm embrace. The one that makes me feel safe. Didn't you ever ask yourself why I hugged you so much? Why the affection? Did you believe that I did it just for attention? Or to be playful? Because I will tell you now that those weren'tbroken...9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Boiling Water-6Demyx watched from the door as Axel stumbled over to his bed and fell on it, trying to keep himself from shivering. Axel was distraught, and Demyx was fuming about how Xemnas got him into this mess. Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the floor, Demyx sighed.Boiling Water-69 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Axel, we've got to do something about this."
"Ya' think?" Axel squeaked, trying to sound sarcastic though his voice was weak. "Naw…"
"Axel, please cut the shxt and stop being so reclusive," Demyx snapped back, pushing away from the door and walking swiftly to stand near Axel's bed, glaring. "I don't even know if you really want to do this, or whether you just like torturing yourself. Come on! It has been two days, and you're already acting like we've been at this for weeks. Do you even care?"
"Are you afraid of fire?"
"Are you afraid of fire?" Axel looked up at him, glaring. "Searing your skin, making bones melt, slowly killing you, or doing large amounts of damage and leaving you in incredible pain?"
brokenHer words are meaningless just like her lifebroken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's always been about the pain, it's always been about the strife
She calls his name out from the dark
Her heart is dead, he left his mark
She screams out loud to soften the pain
Her tears they come, like falling rain
The notes she writes, he tears apart
He abandoned her there, and stole her heart
She feels so used, so broken, so bent
All the words he told her, he never meant
She lies awake and wonders why
She crosses her heart and hopes to die
Tell Me About the Girl"Tell Me About the Girl"Tell Me About the Girl6 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Tell me about the girl with hair so dark
Who spoke in whispers, like a silenced lark
With hands that danced like petals in the wind
Who wrote in words that made your head spin?
Tell me about the girl with eyes of stars
Who saw things so near and very far
With a mind of wit, full of wonder and joy
And whose dream you nearly destroyed?
Tell me about the girl with a destiny bright
Who broke her to heart to give people light
With a heart of love and soul so pure
Who left with so much pain to endure?
Tell me about the girl who cradled a dream
Who created new worlds and heroes that gleamed
With a pen as a sword and a will so brave
Who you tried so hard to save?
Tell me about the girl who is seen at night
Who dances with stars and flies with comets bright
With a soul that now swims oceans deep
Who haunts you soundly in your sleep?
Tell me about the girl you wish to hear
Who at night whispers to you dear
With memories has clear as the moon and sun
Who you sti
Das Maedchen aus der Unterwelt. (GER)Ich bin schwarz und ich bin weiß.Das Maedchen aus der Unterwelt. (GER)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich bin kalt, und doch so heiß.
Meine Gebrüder sind Wolf und Schlange.
Bei meinem Anblick wird dir Angst und Bange.
Ich scheine einsam, doch bin umgeben von mehr.
Willkommen in meinem Totenheer !
Willkommen in der Unterwelt.
Auch wenn es dir hier nicht gefällt.
Ich bin Frau, doch führe in den Krieg
Alte und Kranke verhelfen mir zum Sieg
Wenn du nicht weißt wer ich bin
Auf eine weitere Tatsache weise ich nun hin
Mein Vater ist schön von Gestalt, doch vorallem frech
Und wenn du es nun nicht weißt, dann hast du Pech
TF - Unwanted Ch 1Chapter 01: UnwantedTF - Unwanted Ch 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shocked, disgusted and admittedly to a great part also terrified the mech starred into the mirror, or more precisely at the reflection of his spark and especially the aberration.
Now, every medic would tell him, that it was definitely not an aberration, but he was the Lord High Protector Megatron and for someone like him having been knocked up by stranger after a night of too much highgrade definitely qualified the result as an absolutely unwanted aberration.
In a spur of the moment decision the silver warrior pulled out a gun from subspace and tried to take aim at the sparklet, but it was too small and circled too fast around his own orb to take aim and while temporarily of unsound mind Megatron wasn't suicidal, left aside, that of all the ways to die for a cybertronian this had to be the most undignified.
Growling the Lord High Protector put the gun away again and closed his chest plates. He obviously wouldn't get rid of that mistake now, but sooner or lat
Road to the EndI'm sitting shotgun in a car,Road to the End5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the best and not the worst.
It's as fast as a shooting star,
Yet as dangerous as a deathtrap.
The driver is everyone in my life,
They control my paths and take me along the road,
While the destination is crystal clear.
The car gets damaged along the way,
Endangering my very existence.
Sometimes, it feels worse than it is.
I keep thinking there's a huge dent in the front,
When I look, there isn't a dent, but a scratch.
It feels like more than a scratch, maybe a rip.
I can't help but feel such things.
The paint job on my car begins to fade,
And I feel hideous, ruined and shot.
I think comforting words to myself,
"I can fix it... I can fix it.."
Reality is, I don't know how to fix cars.
I can't mend a dent, scratch or fade.
I can't fix what I don't know about.
I can't reverse what I can't control.
I'm doomed to die, and my life is a roller-coaster.
There's not much time, and there's just about forever.
Sometimes I want it to end, and others I don't.
BrokenI cant breatheBroken10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to but no air comes out
I want to speak but no words come out
Why do I feel... hurt?
I feel betray
I feel like love had forgotten me
Like God only help those who have love
My heart hurts
My heart feels like a thousand needles went through my chest
and now its bleeding slowly for me to die
Why when I try to move my hands to touch the ground I can't
Touch the ground
Just to know its still there
Just to know I am still alive
I feel like a broken doll
Shatter into pieces
Pieces all over the floor
With no one there to put me back together
Will fix me
No one will love me
No one will help me breath
not feel things that is real
not to even to tell me that Im alive
TFP: Faded... (Chapter IV: Seeing Stars...)TFP: Faded... (Chapter IV: Seeing Stars...)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shadow marveled at the sight, "You, Optimus Prime... have fallen." It drew closer, unnoticed, and chuckled as the Prime was cut from the webbing, and air-lifted away, "You were always so weak, all of you... it's what amuses me so!" The shadow then drifted away, wondering if Airachnid had succeeded in the girl's survival. After all, keeping them alive was never the huntress's strong suite. And even if the girl survived... that shadow would be waiting.
Her bones were shaking, everyone one of them. Lauren's vision cut in and out, more time passing with each phase. Last she saw were the bright white lights passing over her, and the pain came back all at once, but she wasn't worried about that, something had happened to Optimus, she felt it! "Optimus!"
"What is she saying?"
"She isn't making sense, she's loosing too much blood, we have to get her stabilized!"
An image took over her vision, the white lights became blue, and her hands were cybertronian, the pain was the s
The Demon and the Princess Chapt. 1The Demon and the Princess Chapt. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
The winter after the incidents of Kuroshitsuji II.
“Elizabeth”, someone called quietly behind my bedroom’s door.
I couldn’t tell from the voice, who it was, because they whispered so silently, with hardly audible voice. I was lying in my bed, resting upon lace-edged white pillows, that letter on my hand. The letter with black borders, technically just a card, which Ciel had given me the last time he visited me.
These past months I had stared at the card thousands of times, trying to clarify, what it really meant. It wasn’t an obituary despite the text in it. Regardless the funeral. Ciel himself had handed it to me, and that day he was very much alive. Pale, but alive.
On the other hand, his eyes… There was something very different in his eyes. I couldn’t remember what it was exactly. And behind him had been standing his butler Sebastian, who hadn’t left his side for a single second after that spring, when Ciel ca
A Place Where No One BelongsCan you hear the high pitch scream?A Place Where No One Belongs5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you notice the tears trickling down my face?
Or are you tucked safe within your dreams,
That you're oblivious of such a place?
A place where shattered glass is spread,
Resembling the remains of my broken heart.
A place so full of only dark and red,
Where no one's eyes can tell them apart.
A place where my longing screams ring out,
And resonate off endless walls yet no one hears.
A place in which my emotions breakout,
In the form of inifinite streams of tears.
Such a place of perished dreams, I just don't belong,
But with you, within your sweet embrace that I do.
I'll smile today to show you I can keep strong,
Yet inside I'm screaming; 'just please say "I do, too"'
Lost and Found Part 11The nightmare began when Ratchet met Prime and Prowl at the door to the medbay, a grave expression on his faceplate.Lost and Found Part 113 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"What is it?" Prime asked, feeling as if someone had punched a hole in his fuel tank. Were Metronix's injuries worse than they'd first assumed? Or worse… no, he wouldn't think of the worst-case scenario – he couldn't allow himself to think about that. Besides, Ratchet wouldn't be waiting at the door if that was the case, he would be in the repair bay trying to restrain Megatron and protect his patients.
"Metronix is missing," Ratchet reported. "I turned my back on him for a moment and when I looked back, he was gone. First Aid and Swoop both say they can't remember seeing him leave."
Prime opened his mouth to reply, but his vocalizer refused to work for a moment. Missing? Not again, please not again…
"Have you contacted any other Autobots regarding this?" asked Prowl. "He could have slipped out to find the twins or the Dinobots for company."
Ratchet shook his hea
READER X CIEL pt2If you like yaoi LEAVE NOWREADER X CIEL pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Later That Night...
Someone is calling you from the study. You run up the stairs, holding your dress so you don't trip, and ask Ciel what's the matter. He is sitting in his large comfy chair, legs crossed, fingers steepled, and challenges you to a game of chess. The chess board is already on the table infront of him and another large comfy chair is opposite Ciel. He smirks at you.
'But...you'll win!' Yoy protest, trying to wriggle out of playing against him.
'How do you know that?' He asks, hearing the worry in your voice. The truth was that you've never played chess before, and are worried that you'll embarrass yourself again.
'Well...I've never...actually played chess...before.' You say, embarrased already. Ciel looks at you and smiles again, gesturing to the chair opposite.
'I'll teach you.' He says softly.
Not wanting to stay any longer, you make up a quick excuse:
'Uhh...I've got brownies in the oven...so I must leave...'
As you turn to leave, Ciel be
Lestat's VisitorsPROLOGUELestat's Visitors3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was well below freezing when she was finally dropped off. The snowdrifts were higher then her head in most places. That strange man had finally gone but he hadn't taken her to her father the way he'd promised. She wished that he was here now, then at least she wouldn't feel so alone. The street was only lit by the old lamps that had stood in New Orleans since the Victorian days. Of course they were all electric now. Massive trees loomed over head, casting long eerie shadows. Everything but the wind was silent.
When the snow began to fall again, her fear was renewed. At almost 3 years old, it was easy to see how if she gave in to her weariness, she would be covered in a blanket of snow by morning. She could freeze to death by then too. Her twin whimpered next to her. She felt very sad then. He was always afraid of something or other. He clung to her like she was a living strength. Like she should know what to do. She usually did. She always seemed to be one step ahead. But s
NostalgiaNostalgia3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The house was ripe with once secret romances
that seemed to sink between the couch's cushions
and cling to rain-washed window panes.
Activity of flickering insects tapped against the sill,
saturating the walls with ghostly shadows
while breathless streams of sunlight swam around them.
The room held a kind of lukewarm emotion.
One that still pervaded the air with faint,
lavender quills and settled on the shoulders of its occupant.
In a vibrant lull, it dusted my conscience
with petty apparitions of once absolute memories.
All of which now sits in a pile on the floor,
Horizontal landmarks of growing children still remain
carved across the peeling door frames;
resurfacing old fantasies
unraveling new ones
The spider silk curtains still swung, drunken in the wind like so many years ago.
Softly I stepped around countless cracks of floorboards.
They always seemed to stretch
farther each year.
Almost limitless now.
The vampire FamilyNight Island was a great place for the coven to meet. They would at times all gather here just to enjoy each other's company. Lestat had to drag Louis with him the first time to get him to go along. But Louis soon figured he enjoyed such gatherings. Lestat was always known as the 'brat prince'. They did love Lestat despite his sometimes-annoying behavior. All loved Louis. Louis at first would sit in his corner with a pile of books next to him and read. Everyone would ask him to join him or her in a game or conversation but he would if he could most likely blush and decline. Lestat got up from where he sat with Marius and went to put on a record. The song started to play and Louis looked up to see Lestat coming toward him. "Non." Louis said.The vampire Family4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come ma Cheri." Lestat snatched the book from Louis' hands and pulled him up and began to dance with him. "Lestat let me go." Louis frowned. "Not until you smile." Louis put on a forced smile. "Like you mean it." Th
The Vampire Family pt2"Marius you didn't." Everyone looked at him. "Of course not. I found her in an alley way while I was out." The girl in his arms clung to him. She trembled both from cold and fear. Gabrielle reached forward to touch the child's shoulder and she flinched away burying her face in Marius' shoulder. "That's is enough of that. No one here will hurt you" Marius put her feet on the floor.The Vampire Family pt24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Armand, Lestat I expect you to be nice to your new sister." Marius told them. "You did not give her your blood." Armand said.
"Yes I did. I gave her the last of the blood she needed she is my child." Marius told the younger. Pandora looked at her sometimes lover. "Come with me child and we'll get you something clean and dry to wear." The girl looked at Marius. Marius nodded and nudged her in the direction of Pandora.
"Marius a child?" Mael questioned he long time friend. "She didn't deserve to die. I'm giving her the chance at life she didn't have. I will teach her. Les
Breaking the HabitThe Ferris wheel spun in lazy circles above the tiny town; it glittered like a Christmas in the dark night. The red head sighed as he looked out to the town below, then he looked at the boy that was in the chair with him also. He had a mohawk that was a dirty blond color and sea blue eyes, he looked very fascinated as he gazed around himself in wonder.Breaking the Habit8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey. The red head said, the dirty-blonde looked at him and then he bowed his head in nervousness Is this your first time on one of these? The boy looked up at him and nodded.
Im not let out of the house often He said, biting the inside of his cheek. So this is pretty cool.
Yea, can you tell me why you cant go outside of your house The red head asked, the dirty blonde just looked out to the inky black sky again. Ok, your name then? Or is that to personal? Axel laughed. The kid looked back at him again with those eyes.
Transformers Prime: Ordeal ~Act I, Chapter III~Transformers Prime: Ordeal ~Act I, Chapter III~3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Be careful, Prowl."
Mike's concern resonated in my audio receptors, yet I didn't allow myself to glance back nor to answer him. Though the feeling was mutual, there was only one primary concern running through my processor, and it involved that Decepticon who had just dodged my acid discharge by rolling aside.
Usually, most Decepticons relied on their brute strength than their speed. But he was faster, slightly more agile than most Decepticons I had encountered before. Judging from his buffed, heavy armor, even he wouldn't be able to keep up with such speed for a longer period of time. This detail was something I knew, because I recalled seeing him beforehand. All he had to do was lift up his head for me to confirm his identity.
"Barricade, the Decepticon infiltrator."
He appeared to be amazed when he heard his name. His astonishment, coupled with amusement, brought him to chortle. "Well, if it ain't Prowl. Nice to see you again."
I raised an optic ridge, unable to mask my mild