Im Just A SoldierIm just a soldier, A man in the dark,Im Just A Soldier7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fight for the light, To shield the world.
We are the nameless, And the many,
The salt of the earth, The dirt under the boot.
They look to us for life, To give us death in return.
We fight against the tide, To Survive where we should not,
Yet time and time again, We will stand together.
One man alone, With his brothers beside him.
I stand for the honour, For my brothers in arms.
The brothers I've lost, I fought for them still,
To give them life, The life we were never meant to have.
The life of the good, The life of the right.
I fight for a world, A world I wont live to see.
A world for the good, A world for the just,
This is not a world for me, My scars are deep,
They have marked me, Turned me foul and sick.
No matter how long I fight, To see the war won,
Not in this life will it happen, Alone I fight now.
The sand is stained, With the blood of my brothers,
Spilled in the name of life, But bought with death.
I stand for the honour,
Nebo pod kupolomПорой мне кажется, я вижуNebo pod kupolom5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Как будто горькая слеза по небу катится и слышу,
Как за нас молится Земля.
Она вскормила и взрастила неблагодарное дитя,
Что мать родную невзлюб
SuffocateI've been waiting,Suffocate7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been holding on to you.
Time is fading out on me, but I'm still here...
I suffocate in your arms and I'm forever yours
Forever yours, Forever my love.
Secondly hold me forever, hold me forever love.
A Sonnet for a HighlighterYou make light of words that were once ignoredA Sonnet for a Highlighter7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You overstate a sullen, dreary line
A breaker of that forever abhorred
Block of meaningless text and you define
What must be seen you care not what the grounds
You'll happily set it ablaze with pink
Or yellow, blue your limits know no bounds
You in-necessitate the want to think
From sweaty adolescent at his desk
To scientist, upon his throne of steel
You'll beautify even the most grotesque
Piece of work; for it's your purpose to reveal
Your talent is your promiscuity
Oh, highlighter I write an ode to thee
Damn that sunDamn that sun10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
On DreamsDreams are powerful. Dreams often act as inter-dimensional gateways of human experience. Last night I had a dream I can now merely hold up its torn, detached, unmatched pieces to the light and, in some attempt of seeing my dream more clearly, go blind. There were people perched in trees, swaying to music; some had hair in all different colors, their bodies resembling the Egyptian Ka. They blew rings of smoke into the air and some turned their human eyes with a birdlike quickness to watch me. Only I was not me. I was someone else and everyone else; weve had those experiences havent we? Zooming in and out of faces, feeling what they feel, doing what they do. Sometimes all those faces in dreams become you, and all those actions, that somehow dwindle for hour upon hour until that alarm clock rings, are you. It seems as if an uncoordinated essence is pondered on, then shaken up with all the fears and loves imaginable, each different and the same to the sleeping circle. But thereOn Dreams7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For You - Roxas's PoVA gentle touch drew me out of my dreams.For You - Roxas's PoV7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I opened my eyes and saw emeralds eyes gazing down at me. I could make out the twin tattoos under his eyes in the dim light.
His hands were cupping mine to his chest, a pained expression on his face. The first ever emotion I saw him displayed.
He whispered my name, voice trembling slightly.
I smiled at him.
He leaned closer to me. His voice was soft, almost heart-rending.
Roxie Do you... Do you believe in Angels?
I nodded, never breaking contact with his eyes. They were captivating even when they are so closed to tears.
"Would you believe me if I tell you I'm your Guardian Angel?" His hands were trembling ever so slightly.
'I believe you...' I tried to reply, but no words come out.
My voice was gone.
I couldn't speak to him again.
I felt tears flowing down my cheeks, I couldn't hold them back.
He reached down to wiped them away.
There were so much to say, so many to hear. We should had more time together.
"Hello, Roxas." A voic
Of Dragons and DoughnutsTal stared in blank fascination at the small white scaled and blue spined dragon before her. He was so small, hardly even two hands high, and was nothing like what she would have thought hed be.Of Dragons and Doughnuts8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A dragon was supposed to be dignified and fierce, truly an intelligent and powerful creature. The dragon before her, covered in white sugar doughnut powder, was anything but.
Her golden eyes followed the little dragons form as he bit into a doughnut almost as big as he was. She couldnt help the smile that formed on her face when the doughnut shifted and rolled, dragging him with it.
Most people would be amazed that a dragon could be small enough to be the size of a doughnut. Even more people would be surprised a dragon would eat a doughnut. And almost any normal person would say, Holy Sh!t its a dragon!
But Talamaru was anything but most people and Normal was about five thousand light years to the right from her. So all she did was watch him roll
Demyx's Aqua PistolsIt was a very boring Tuesday afternoon in The Castle That Never Was. Dangerously boring. Demyx sighed, shuffling through the hallway of the castle. Theres nothing to do he whined. Im so bored, I cant stand it He heard slight noises coming from Xigbars room. Hmmm Maybe Xiggy has something fun for me to do he thought, wandering over to the Freeshooters den.Demyx's Aqua Pistols8 years ago in Humor More Like This
He cracked open the door, and peeked inside. Xigbar had on headphones, and was bobbing his head slightly to the beat. He was chewing gum, and had his head tilted in concentration as he aimed one of his guns at a little outline of a person pinned up on the wall. Target practice, no doubt.
Demyx strode in. Xigbar ! he called. Xigbar didnt hear him. He shot a few times at the drawings head. He was a little off. Huffing angrily, he took aim again.
Xiiiiiiiiig-baaaaaaaar! Demyx shouted, a little louder
Fire + IceHis demeanor when he was standing over you radiated of power. Beneath the aura of rebellion and high-ranked status he had created around himself, he was a tall and sickly gaunt man with a flame of ferocity burning in his eyes. His hair was a vividly red fury of spikes that was pushed back away from his face as if torrents of wind had forced them that way. Ebony tattoos were etched beneath each of his jaded eyestriangle badges that made the feel of his glare hotter, like licks of fire were crawling up the skin of your own cheeks. He had a wave; a flick of his arm during battles he was really enjoying that made you watch him. He was the center of attention, the one who'd join the most rebellious group he could find and then try to prove himself by in turn rebelling against them. And this is exactly what he did. This is why he is where his is now: not standing with fire in his eyes and power radiating fromFire + Ice8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Seven Ghosts ch13Seven GhostsSeven Ghosts ch134 years ago in Romance More Like This
Izaya's recovery is slow, but I am relieved when Shinra tells us that he may indeed make a full recovery, which is a huge relief considering the miniscule chance of the normalcy post-surgery. Shinra and I saved some birthday dinner for him for when he could move onto solids and he scribbles on a notepad with his left hand near illegibly that it was his best birthday ever.
The only thing I'm concerned with brain function-wise would be the repeated scribbles of "thank you, thank you, thank you" until the tube has been out for a few days and he can actually rasp out replies. If I thought it was unnerving to see him weak before, this was a strait out mindfuck.
"You're not brain damaged are you?" I tease, though I hide my worry behind it.
"No, of course not," he replies hoarsely. "I get left and right confused sometimes is all."
"Shinra says that's normal after brain surgery. He also says as soon as you can walk
He loves me, he loves me not__He loves me, he loves me not__4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd think you know someone
after living with them for
a few years. but, you'd be
to think such a ridiculous thing
For, who truly knows oneself better
than that person himself?
Years of loyalty and trust you give
to this person, but he takes that for
Of course he would *snicker*
I have come to the conclusion
that all men are
Sitting by candle light
I stare out the rain-stained window.
It's pouring a monsoon outside
but I can see a faint outline of a figure.
Moments escape. . .
Tick. Tock. Tick.
The door opens behind. And there he is.
"Oh! You are awake..."
"Where were you?"
At work doing over time, he tells me.
Walking to him, I catch a scent of
Taking off his drenched coat, I can see
the side of his face in the dim candle light.
A red smear. A pair of runny lip stains.
That fool did he think the rain would wash
away the evidence and leave it
AkuRoku 010 - FingertipsAkuRoku 010 - Fingertips9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AkuRoku 010 - Fingertips
Axel couldn't believe he was about to do this. Roxas at in front of him on the old, saggy couch, his hair soaked from the pouring rain outside.
What if it all went wrong?
He couldn't think like that. He'd been hiding it for too long.
Axel's fingers felt numb as he took a deep breath. Roxas sat there, looking confused, no idea of the pain the Axel was going through, no idea of what was about to happen. Axel gulped. He...
Will he hate me?
"Axel, are you okay?"
Roxas' voice was full of concern, in a way that one friend would worry about another. Axel nodded apathetically.
But he had to tell...
Roxas was surprised. The redhead wouldn't usually cut hi moff. Axel now had his head down, and Roxas could see him shaking ever so slightly.
"Roxas..." said Axel, weakly. "I...I need to tell you something." Roxas nodded. "Okay," he replied, worried about his friend.
Will he leave me?
So many panicked thoughts ran t
for all you axel fangirlswhat did he mean by 'we can grow our own hearts'? it's impossible, you cant grow a heart.for all you axel fangirls8 years ago in General More Like This
agh, he was just speaking rubbish, like always....but i'll play along, Axel likes his games.
heheh, I'll just watch him make fool out of himself.
great now he's coming over *sigh* still i wonder what he has planed?
*Axel sits next to you, and puts his hand on yours, you blush *
"want me to show you how we can grow our own hearts now" Axel says smiling
"...if you insist" you say noticing hes getting closer.
what is Axel up to, oh god, he's getting closer, i..I'm blushing. must s...stop blushing!
*Axel gets so close you noses are touching, he strokes your hair*
"...ready?" he whispered,
you cant breath,
"...y...yes" you say noticing he's now got he's hand round you waist
he kisses you passionately. you close your eyes and put your arms round his neck.
the kiss lasts for about a minuet, as he examen's your mouth.
Axel breaks the kiss.
"...see, both our hearts have grown a little, heh" Axel
Ikurx - Ch 43Ikurx - Ch 438 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Kitteh and NeoFox
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Language, violence, romance
Pairings: Riku x Sora, Axel x Roxas
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and characters belong to Square Enix and Disney
Summary: After the defeat of Organization XIII, Sora and Riku find happiness in the simplicity of a normal life. A year later King Mickey sends a summons that the fight with the Organization isn't truly done yet. Light. Dark. As long as either exists the battle is never over.
Beta: NeoFox and Kitteh
With hours of school and mountains of homework piled onto him Roxas didn't have a lot of time to go about his day searching for a friend that had been avoiding him like the plague. Even Pence and Olette hadn't seen Hayner except for brief moments in classes and small seconds in the halls. Other then that it was as if the other boy was hiding away in town where he could be far enough away from them all, especially Roxas.
It was after sch
The Price of ArtWhat determines the price of art? What is art worth? Is it really worth anything? Why should people buy art?The Price of Art4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, the major point in all of this is that the price of art is completely subjective, meaning that its value is mainly determined by the person viewing it. The second part of the value of artwork is determined by the cost of materials, and the cost of the artist's time, as well as how in demand their work is. Then there are different price scales for Fine Artists, Graphic Artists, Illustrators, Freelance Artists, Web Designers, etc. All of these factors add up to the price of artwork.
For my purposes, I will discuss Fine Art and Illustration, which is what I am most familiar with.
With fine art, the price tags can run incredibly high. This is where the price is most subjective, because something that is crap to one person is priceless in worth to another. Art speaks to all of us in different ways.
That's all well and good, you may say, but what about those huge canvase
.tell me a lie_she said, "Lie to me".tell me a lie_4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he said, "I love you"
Koska oletÄkkiä aurinko väritti taivaanKoska olet7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ja myrsky oli hiljentynyt
ei tämä ole kuoleman kuu
vaan elämän, syntymän
kuin pieniä ihmeitä
tiedän, vielä tulee aika
ja kaikki, kaikki
ja minulle sinä olet totta,
ei väliä ajalla,
sydän näkee sen mikä on
siivet koskettavat toisiaan
The bidderAt first there is magnificence, infatuation comes closer, it screams into temptations face.The bidder7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her exquisiteness is one such as a rag doll and he falls in love with her.
Obsession, desire, envy, rage, a lead to free the thoughts and their secrets.
They snatch at her, together, equally and all of them observe.
He sees this, their hands and eyes persistently throwing desire all over her as she succumbs to them, all of them.
Her hand wavers the smallest gesticulation for them to stop.
But they don't, they just don't.
Without trust there is no love.
But I worship you.
Come what may.