LivesBetty keeps her kitchenLives8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tidy and clean
She works all day
Earning her money like a machine
She lives alone
Taking care of her only kid
Loving her child
Like his father never did
He left Betty alone
Completely with despair
No money to help,
Just a heavy weight she must bare
Jamie is a small boy
Who has no parents
To hug and kiss
He roams around homeless
In the world no one knows he exists
Each day the meat on his bones
Thins and thins
Soon he will be just be a pile of dust
Being punished for his parents sins
In the nights streets
With her heels so high
Going with every guy she meets
She is used and abused
For one mans urge
Where she is treated
Beyond her own verge
All this for just a couple of bucks
From all the men and their deluxe
Colin awaits In the shadows
As his addiction takes him away
To a place so full of fear He cant escape
While his body And health quickly decay
Eyes blood shot, Shivers, trembles,
And pupils so black
He cant control the needle
Zexion x Marluxia part:2 Zexion X Marluxia Part2Zexion x Marluxia part:28 years ago in Teen More Like This
The heart-shaped moon's eerie glow filled the dark sky over the huge white castle. Demyx had been sitting on the balcony to his room, strumming away at his sitar, humming an unusual tune that had popped in his mind. A slight breeze caused the blond to shiver and stand to his feet, the sitar held close to his side.
"I guess Vexen is in a bad mood tonight." he smiled as he made his way to the glass door to his room. Whenever Vexen was bummed about something or just felt like being pissy, everyone found that the air around The Castle That Never Was got a little colder; it was one of the Academic's bad habits. Demyx wondered why the organization's elder was upset today as he made his way threw the dimly-lit room and out the opposite door into the empty hallway while his sitar began to disappear in a cloud of bubbles. The air seemed to be colder inside th
PitA: The Dark-Lost ChapterAuthor's Notes: Normally here on DA I wouldn't put my notes IN the fic like I do at fanfiction dot net... but I feel as though I need to set a warning on this little one-shot continuation of "Pain in the Axel".... you see, first of all, you will have had to read all of Pain in the Axel to get this one... I mention little things that you normally wouldn't get unless you've read it... and then there's the other thing, I don't call this the Lost Dark chapter for nothing... it's dark. sad. very much unlike the comedy you find in the rest of the story. Infact I nearly desided to scrap this and forget about it. But when I sit in the dark, I think about this one a lot, and I still love it in a way, even though it's not comedy... so I hope you can still like it... you can take it as part of PitA or say meh forget this chapter...PitA: The Dark-Lost Chapter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
and do please look forward to the Sequel, it will be filled with comedy just like the rest, but until then I give you this.
Logic In Wonderland"We're all mad Here!"Logic In Wonderland10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Well, if you're mad There
and I'm Here as well
that means I'm mad too!
And if Here is There
and that is Everywhere,
then one would think
that includes you!
we're all mad
And if Everywhere is Anywhere
that makes the whole world
and if Here is There or Anywhere,
that would make the whole world mad too!
It's a mad, mad place
when Everyone is mad.
It's a funny, funny place
in this crazy land
but if the world is mad
and we are too,
Here, There, Anywhere
even to Timbuktu,
and if the whole world is mad
and thinks the same,
then that would mean
no one is mad
everyone is just very,very sane.
songs about slumbersongs about slumber7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our city is a bed
a man tries to straighten the wrinkled
sheet of road gives up, sits down,
pans the street for change
the apartment building thrusts, phallic,
making love to an empty sky. a burst
of pigeons coo shut up shut up
a boy tries to fall asleep. his nightlight
is a myth that burns out once a day
the girl walks off her roof
our city is not a mattress
Diary of the InsaneCurled up in the umbra of the shadow,Diary of the Insane10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark hell I've always been in,
Tears flow down my cheeks,
Puddles overlay the cold wood floor,
As voices whisper in my head,
I've grown insane since you left,
I do everything wrong,
I can't think,
Can't even move,
Without messing up,
Where is my invisible guardian?
The one that's always been there,
Breaking my fall,
As I go down hard,
From the mistakes I made,
When he wasn't there,
God gave me an angel,
But where is he,
My pants are shredded,
Everywhere the blue bits went,
I can't keep in the rage anymore,
My once silky hair,
Which once glowed light brown,
Is slowly falling out as I pull at the strands,
Screaming over the pain that is caused,
Screaming over how everything changed,
Where is the guardian I desire?
This room I'm in can't withstand me any longer,
I keep trying to break free,
Until someone checks on me,
On the state that I have been in,
Since my guardian has disappeared,
When she comes in,
The one who n
Cute - Prussia + LatviaCute - Prussia + Latvia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author's note: In light of the AWESOME EPICNESS of April Fools Day event from yesterday and today at Prussia's blog...I wrote a little something based on one of the pics there -ε- (I also stole Prussia's emotes >) So here's some crack that is surprisingly IC. I know, I amaze myself sometimes XD
He had seen the kid around Russia before. He didnt know his name or anything, but he knew his face. How could he forget a face like that? Prussia stared at the boy from the bushes, not wanting to alert Russia of his presence. The boy was never alone either. He was always with his brothers or Russia.
Dammit, how the hell can I get close enough toOh! Sweet! An opening! The boy was alone now (for once) and seemed to be reading a book. Prussia sauntered over to him and without even saying a word, wrapped his arms around the smaller body. The other shrieked and nearly jumped out of his skin. Prussia laughed jovially. Gotcha! he said
InsaneDisconnected, racing thoughts passed through her mind. Will I die today? Will they let me out? She looked up and stared at the ceiling. She then looked over to the small bedside table that they had provided her, and saw the medicine cup filled with lithium. She remembered where she was and why she was there. She then said to herself, "Is all this a dream or a nightmare?" She could never tell, for she was in an insane asylum, barely living with severe manic depression.Insane9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, she wanted to die, at others she longed to be free. She didn't think it was fair that she was here, for almost everyone has these thoughts eventually. The only difference was that she could switch from one thought to the other, without any reason or feeling, in seconds.
The people who ran the insane asylum were cruel. She was losing weight rapidly because instead of lunch, they'd bring her lithium. If it had been up to her, she would have killed herself long ago.
RevolutionRevolution8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If every angels terrible, why do you welcome them?
To carry you to heaven or atone for your sins
To wish on when the stars have left on vacation
Guidance from those who sat in on creation
The middle men in Gods holy kingdom
Serving him without pay, freedom or reason
Do they ever get tired of the everyday grind?
The tedium of heaven, hell and mankind
From the corporate ladder, many have fell
Just go ask poor Lucifer, stewing in hell
God has the monopoly on heavenly power
But under his thumb, the angels turned sour
One day they confronted the Lord on his throne
God! They cried out, look what you have done!
The planet is dying and the people are evil
Nations are wrenched by death, wars and upheaval
And although we could save your favorite creatures
You leave all the saving to the mere earthly preachers
This is a mutiny, well take jurisdiction
To cure earth of every ache and affliction
God simply sat and heard each of them out
Than said, I dont know what this fuss i
Liquid SilkThe black ink flowed from the brush and onto the soft and pale skin of his back like liquid silk. Words he couldn't bring himself to say aloud made themselves visible and real on the back of the man he loved. Placing the brush gently to the side, he reached his hand up to comb delicately through the blonde strands of hair that were shining softly in the dimmed light of his room.Liquid Silk8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kio?" Soubi questioned, when he no longer felt the touch of the bristles.
"Why did you agree to this, Sou-chan? I know that you don't have any feelings like this for me?"
Turning his head back to look over his shoulder at Kio, Soubi responded in a quiet voice.
"You are my friend, Kio. I made a promise to you, to do it, if only this one time. As for feelings it wouldn't matter whether I had them or not. I belong only to Ritsuka."
Kio's eyes narrowed and he growled slightly, pulling Soubi's face close to his forcefully.
"I thought you promised not to talk about him tonight."
Soubi bowed his head slightly and c
There's a Witch In Our HouseTheres a witch inside our houseThere's a Witch In Our House8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That no one sees or hears,
For when were all in bed, asleep,
Thats when she appears.
She runs around the attic,
And makes the floorboards creak,
She flies upstairs and down again
With a cackle and a shriek.
She clicks her fingers, lights the stove,
And warms her cauldron through,
Then leaves it while she scours the rooms
For things to make her brew.
First she tries the bathroom,
She knows what we keep there:
Toothpaste, soap and sticky stuff
That Dad puts in his hair.
She goes to Mum and Dads room,
She tiptoes through the door,
And with a wave her wand picks up
Dads toenails from the floor.
When she comes to my room
I hide under the sheets,
And hold my breath until she leaves
Without my secret sweets.
Shes got my horrid medicine,
A ribbon from my sister,
And then she takes off her left shoe
And scratches off a blister.
A few things more shes brought herself
To give magic to the mess:
Eye of newt and wing o
DrunkDrunk10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That stupid fool is drunk again,
He had to much beer and vodka.
He keeps making me laugh.
He falls on the floor,
And I laugh harder.
He stands up and wables over to the bed.
He lays down next to me.
I tell him he smells,
So he sniffs his armpit,
And says, "Minty fresh!"
I laugh again.
He bends in to kiss me,
And I pull away.
"Not while your drunk!"
He lays back down,
And stares into my eyes,
Until he falls asleep peacefully,
In my arms.
secrets1.secrets7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
i know you deserved
half of me
remember the days i was
lonely and i was terrible and
i was mean and i was.
i was not your
i was not i was not and im
sorry, so so sorry.
you dont need to shout for
me to listen. i'll listen
even if you
whisper. even if you
say nothing at all.
i like to keep secrets and i
guess im like my grandma, li
Armand is EmoArmand's Deviantart JournalArmand is Emo8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mood: Pissed off
Eating: You don't wanna know
Drinking: My own blood. I taste good!
My life sucks. It's the suckiest sucky thing that ever sucked. I could get up off my ass and go to The Vampire Lestat concert. Which is okay I guess, because his songs are really stupid. Like "I Want To Drink Your Souls" and "Thousand Years of Louis's Crap" and of course, "Bitey Suck Bite Bite". And it doesn't help that I cut my hair while ago. It just grew back to its Renaissance length like that Claudia chic.
My life is just a big hell hole. You know it so sucks. And it's driving me crazy. Grabbing hold of me and devouring my flesh. I'm snugger right now than a pair of Lestat's jeans. Which look horrible on him by the way. Marius doesn't get me, you know. He thinks I'm cheating on him just because he saw me kiss a guy. Okay three guys. It was Daniel! And...Lestat and Louis. But I mean, c'mon. It's the 2000's now. Can't vampires have three to four hot boyfriends at a time if
When Annie Came to StayThere was a ghost in the house. Billy just knew it. His mother and father had told him not to be so silly and get into bed, and now of course he couldnt sleep. There was a chilly feeling in his room that was making him want to go to the toilet, but he felt sure that if he got out of bed something horrible would happen to him. If you asked him why he thought that, he wouldnt have been able to give you a very convincing answer, unless you yourself have had a feeling of something good or bad being about to happen for no particular reason. The only way that Billy knew something would happen was from one of those feelings.When Annie Came to Stay8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
He lay still for a very long time, but eventually he had to move to make himself more comfortable, and to try and ease the feeling of needing to go to the toilet. When Billy turned over, a terrifying sight met his eyes. He had known all along that there was a ghost in the room, but wh
House of Mirrors1House of Mirrors12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirrors are for looking back,
For what we've lost in life.
And looking for the latest style,
Or fashion that ends in strife.
Faces, looking back at you,
Are mocking in every way.
The course you're taking once a year,
To last our dying days.
When in a house of mirrors,
You surely don't know where you are.
In cavernous hallways and dark, dark rooms,
In every lasting way.
A girl is trapped behind a mirror,
Trying to get out.
Her mother crying every minute,
She hears the daughter shout.
Muffled screams of kidnapping,
Writing on the mirror.
Scaring off the killer,
Laughing in your ear.
Shadows moving all around,
Neither here nor there.
Images are moving closer,
Now they are everywhere.
Shapes are shifting ever slowly,
Every shape is turning fast.
Images are molding softly,
Silently we're through at last.
Shattered glass to molded hallways,
Shards of smoky, narrow spaces.
Echo's bouncing off the wall,
Breaking all the precious vases.
Screaming songs of endless verses,
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v111 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pīr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
InsaneInsane.Insane9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People call me insane.
How do they know?
Can anyone truly say what is insane?
And what isn't?
Who can judge? Everyone.
Who has the right? No one.
They are not mind-readers.
They have no way of knowing
What is inside my head.
Even if I write it down,
It is changing all the time.
Points of view, opinions.
The next second they become old
And new ones take their place.
Constantly changing, evolving,
Inside my head.
Always questioning, thinking,
Reasoning, and imagining.
Insane? I don't think so.
Truth is a matter of opinion
Everyone is insane
At the exact time
That no one is.
Why must people call me insane?
Why must they fear me?
Is it me they fear
Or what will come out of their mouths
If I prod long enough?
Are they afraid of opinions
And actual thoughts,
Or is it just
Tiny, insignificant me?
Why must people fear
What they do not understand?
Worse of all,
They don't try to understand.
They just stick a label on me, POP!
I am crazy.
sleepless nights.i.sleepless nights.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you cry at the sight of pretty white snowflakes,
insisting such a beautiful thing shouldn't fall
into such a cold, bitter world. it'll all be gone
soon, washed away with the tears of the
rip up the floorboards, you'll find the knife
you hid there so many years ago. a child
of only five, you saw things that no child
should ever see. you knew the value of
you still cling to the blue stuffed elephant
as you try to fall asleep at a decent hour.
Joey was the the only one who had been
there through it all. he's the only one who
february air leaves your lungs dented and
sore. too many hearts with for sale signs.
you can't afford their prices, much less say
those three little words that mean so much to
you speak to the television and pretend it's
not your only friend. you like the way you can
forget all your problems, all your memories
even for half an hour. drama fits your life so