So This Is Love-Gaara x HinataThere isn't enough mystery in all of the arts to describe him, you think to yourself as you contemplate his far-away existence on the other side of the room. You ridicule yourself as you think in silly soliloquies, thoughts that belong in a teenage girl's journal alongside hearts that surround your names. You aren't even sure if that's his real name in the first place, yet you love sounding it out every chance you get.So This Is Love-Gaara x Hinata10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ga-a-ra, bottom lip hanging open listlessly to draw out the two simple syllables, saliva sticking to the back of your tongue as it touches the roof of your mouth to form the 'guh;' tip of the tongue flicking upwards to roll the 'ra.'
You wake up later in class to find that you've written it all over your hand. You close it quickly before anyone can see, keeping your hand in your lap, holding your wrist. It shakes and you want to do it again until your whole body is covered with it, and then perhaps he could see, without you verbally expressing, what'
Fallin' part 1 yaoiI gazed out over the massive crowd gathered. He was out there. My Key. The one I had to find. My mission, my goal, my only thought was finding him. The Ferris wheel creaked and moaned as it slowly carried the carts weight over the top of its height. My eyes drifted from the mass of buzzing people to the sky. The clouds. I had always been at home on a Ferris wheel or anything that got me closer to the sky. When I was little I remember wanting to fly. I was so jealous of the birds that had no limit. They could go where I could not and that made me frustrated, but now, I would never be in the sky. I had gone off the beaten path and had lost my chance. The only place left to go, for me at least, was down.Fallin' part 1 yaoi7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I shook my head. My Key. I can't lose him. The ride halted and the unfriendly pimpled teenage rides-man opened my door.
I hope you'll come again. The kid looked like he could care less if I came again. Even so, I smiled and said I would, although I never could. After today, my life,
Would you?Would you?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I cried
would you catch my tears
would you chase away my demons that chase me
would you make me smile the way only you can
would you hold me close tell the shaking ceased
If I bled
would you hold my hand and tell me its gonna be OK
would you sing to my tell I didn't feel the pain anymore
would you kiss the scares I'm ashamed of and tell me I'm still beautiful
If I loved
would you love me back
would your heart skip for me as mine does for you
would you treasure me heart and keep it safe
would you try to protect me
If I died
would your heart cease to beat
would your world end
would your life lose meaning
would you cry so hard you'd shake
Well baby guess what
this much I promise you
that if God be so cruel as to take me away from you
I'd defy the creator himself and become a fallen angel
if only so I could hold you in the protection of my arms forever
tell the shaking stops
and the tears stop flowing
If I die young...If I die young...If I die young...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bury me in red silk and shower me with black roses
Bury me in the cool earth at twilight and never forget me.
Red WineMy heart is stained,Red Wine7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ruby and pained,
I once owned my mind,
Red wine, red wine.
A gentle patter of woes,
Upon that roof of mine,
Patter, patter while I sleep,
Red wine, red wine.
Tell me now, while I seek,
That unstained heart of thine,
Tell me now, you love me,
Red wine, red wine.
Traurigkeit liebt TiefeEin kleines WunderTraurigkeit liebt Tiefe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
das ist es schon
Traurigkeit liebt Tiefe
ich kann den Boden
nicht einmal sehen
siehst du ihn, nein
das weiss ich
du kannst noch nicht einmal
wir fallen, alle beide
fallen ist wie fliegen
haben sie mir mal gesagt
doch fliegen ist wie schweben
schweben wir wirklich
ja diese Traurigkeit liebt Tiefe
und wir standen mal am Rand
haben gewettet und geweint
wie lang ist's her
ich bin mir sicher
du warst da
als ich sprang
WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
WerewolvesWerewolves7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Drip drip drip The blood fell in a monotonous rhythm. My back was cut from the whip and my front was covered in tiny cuts from the rough wall. My wrists had matching bruises and my arms were screaming in pain from nearly being pulled out of their sockets. My feet dangled uselessly just above the ground.
Calloused hands gently unlocked the shackles and caught me before I fell, cradling me carefully against a smooth, sweat covered chest.
"Shh baby." His gentle words soothed me. "You're down now. You're okay."
I curled into a ball in his arms, and he massaged small circles into my back. I was only vaguely aware that we were moving down the depressing hallway. All my attention was co
DandelionDandelion, DandelionDandelion9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What ever is the matter?
Youre not like other flowers that people look and stare
Infact most people don't, even think your there,
Why are you not the one to flatter?
Instead of leaving you alone
People rip you from your home
People know youre tattered
They pull from your everyday jig
And blow you away your wonderful wig
You are always well and sane
But when you grow back
Youll be ripped up again
Please do not fret
Its not your fault youre unattractive
But people must remember, you always are live and active
Where ever you may be
Youll always find a new land face
To call your one, and only place
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,The Hidden Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.
She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,
To forget the regrets that she once commit.
She is, she was, an angelic child,
Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.
She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,
Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.
She tries, she wishes to again be so her,
A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
Billy Corgan's Shiny HeadBilly Corgan's head's so shinyBilly Corgan's Shiny Head8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And some say his voice is rather whiny
I can't say whether or not I agree;
It's purely his head that fascinates me.
It hasn't always been that way
And I have heard a whisper say
It isn't even like that today.
But when his head had that special gleam
I was well and truly on his team.
Kids at school thought I was weird;
I'd eat their feet, or so they feared.
But I didn't really care-
'cause Billy Corgan had no hair.
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
About sadness.I have always waitedAbout sadness.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waited for insanity to come.
Everything is rated
by others, but I am all alone.
Buying things to compensate
all the things I ever lost
All things to abbreviate
the urge of things I needed most.
The feeling of happiness
is now filled with loneliness;
sadness with expansion.
Kid-Liz: Kid's First Pet"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"Kid-Liz: Kid's First Pet4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Kid and Patty exchanged glances only for a second before jumping from the couch and running up the stairs towards the scream.
"Liz! Are you-"
"KILLITKILLITKILLITKILLITKILLIT BURN IT DO SOMETHIIIINNGGGG" she cried, screaming and pointing down at the floor as she clung to the highest point of the book shelf she seemed to have climbed on in terror.
Kid blinked in surprise, " How did you get up there so fast?"
"Oh! Kid looky!" Patty tugged at his shirt, also pointing downward.
He followed their fingers to find his office floor covered in small shards of glass in front of his desk and a small black figure hiding under it.
"Oh no " Kid gasped, carefully walking over the shattered glass and slowly knelt down to peak under the desk.
"KID! What are you doing!? Hurry up and kill that thing!" Liz screamed, ignoring Patty who was calling her a monkey.
"Why on Earth would I kill our new pet?" he asked politely, reaching under the desk then slowly st
Peace RestoredIn the cities they were beginning to tally the cost of victory, gained at last after years of destructive struggle.Peace Restored10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Surveyors were already appraising the mutilated buildings, Managers were directing the necessary demolition of building shells that remained precariously upright. Gangs of the brawnier survivors were using rubble to fill the pot-holes in the roads. Some of the labourers working had been drafted in,part of the first deployment of troops awaiting demobilisation now part of the Army Of Reconstruction.
From the city council down, everyone was eager to erase the evidence of a madness, a grotesque mutual insanity that had laid waste to the civilisation of a continent, spawning numberless tribes of orphans.
There were reunions. Grizzled men, who had been living on time borrowed at they knew not what rate of interest, were beginning to return, seeking information about the survivors of their clans and families .These men, who had played their part in the destruction of thei
VegetativeVegetative1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Do the branches reach
for contact with their neighbours,
The mist exhaled breath?
The great trees live so slowly,
as though centuries were days.
PrizePrize9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The radiant core
of insect desire, sweetness
The blossom offers rapture
-a trade for scattered pollen!
Still LifeStill Life1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the wilderness is sleeping.
A blanket of snow,
the air frost crispened, sharp edged
beneath a pale cloud ceiling.
VespertineVespertine9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
consuming the dying sky.
Too soon the pitch night
imposes its featureless
conformity. No starlight .
NadirNadir2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A pregnant moment,
though every day must die
this day is bleeding,
a slow, relentless ending
leaving little room for hope.