XS: Better timeXS: Better time7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's the weirdest relationship ever. You- with all your sacrifices, with all those 'fighting until the death' and 'forever by your side' stuff- inside you know you're hating him. Your boss who always insults you, who beats you.
You admired him from the beginning. You're with him because of your industrion- and curiousness. You believed he could become the tenth, you believed in his power, his abilities as a boss of the Varia.
You believed that there's no possibility anyone of you could lose; especially when you saw them- band of freshmen, little brats, with offended pride, all so-can't-waited for their fights. You laugh so hard, so long, so breathless.
Understanding came too late- when you've lost to the katana brat. You felt his determination, you felt his unimaginable power, even if deprived of any swordsman basics.
And later that kid. Tiny, scared but full of seriousness and dignity, what was absolutely adorable against amused and self-confident boss'. Xanxus was always noticeable,
WorldYou tear my soul to shredsWorld4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can this really be happening
I thought we were more
I thought I meant more
You are the fire in my stomach
The bandage that wraps my wounds
The healer of my soul
With your sweet voice and heart
How can you do this
You are breaking me in 24 pieces
Knocking down what self-esteem I have
My mind is so weak, my heart so frail
I wish I knew how to deal with this
I wish I knew how to love myself completely
Maybe than, you will love me
More than you do now
Maybe than your wings will grow
And envelop me within a safe haven
Where the words don't hurt
And the abuse is all gone, forgotten
Please baby, don't abandon me too
I am strong enough to survive
But never alone, I need you
To hold my hand, just for a while
Won't you grant me this one wish
To be your heart and world
If maybe just for one more night
And just one more kiss
Sweetie, you are my world
I just wish, you could say the same
.I Will Follow You. :Frerard:Hurt. Everything hurt. It hurt in his body, pain worming into his muscles, stinging his skin. It hurt his brain. He could almost feel the organ crying out in agony, in desperation, pulsing and throbbing like some sort of dying monster. It hurt in his soul. That strange, abstract place between his stomach and his chest felt vacant, empty, as if something that had once been there had been ripped out from inside him..I Will Follow You. :Frerard:8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why. Why, God, WHY did this have to hurt so much? Hurt with the pain of envy and lonliness and anger and that sweet, sad feeling of losing what you love most. And, dear God, it was so painful he couldn't stand, couldn't get off his knees as he let the tears so hot that his eyes stung flowed down his face and hit his jeans. He could hear himself sobbing, the dry, cracking sound of hitching breath that was so broken and childish and it hurt and it Hurt and IT HURT...
"No more..." He gasped out, hugging himself tightly with his arms around his chest as if to hold himself
Of EmoOf Emo10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"We are so emo."
That's the only thing in my friend Tyler's AOL Instant Messenger profile. It's his way of describing the two of us in the simplest of terms. As far as I know, we're the only two people alive that will own up to the title. Near as I can tell it spells death for anyone else.
What are we owning up to? Our tight shirts, straight-legged jeans, messy hair, and thick-rimmed glasses? Our penchant for bands our age that moan about exclusion, the girl that they can't have, and angry sex? Our shameless fancies for Mandy Moore, Love Actually, and Star Wars?
The stereotypical emo kid cries everyday. He we
What I Feel For HerI couldnt help but fall for herWhat I Feel For Her6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let my stupid heart feel again
It fills me up with such sadness such anger
Cause she says she loves me but we can only be friends
At first I refused to let her go
I dont care if shes with another
I dont care if her answer right now is a no
Im sure it wont be a no forever
Shes really beautiful
I cant believe Ive actually met her
Holding her Im sure would be wonderful
I really wish that we could be together
Shes so far away
But so close to my heart
I sometimes cant stand not hearing from her every day
But every time it only seems like our friendship is falling apart
Should I stop going after her?...
I dont know what to do
Isnt there a chance that one day we can be together?...
I love her I really do
What to do when the Queen DiesRun. Panic. Scream. Anything.What to do when the Queen Dies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't about you, per se,
but nothing is anymore.
Crush a colony. Swat a hive.
Drink two gallons of nectar.
Or seven and a half litres,
for you English wood ants.
long live the corpse
of a plastic pismire,
a tyrant bumblebee.
this is why you should've studied entomology
Regicide. Matricide. Pesticide.
All hail the jealous Princess.
Treachery. Bugspray. Poison.
Envy. Shortcut to the throne.
Nobody expects the innocent ones.
i never expected you
Step on an anthill. Smash a honeycomb. Ruin a home.
Make love to the widower king. Tell him you love him.
Call his daughter a slut. Kill his daughter. That whore.
Make love to his brother. Kill his brother.
Frerard :: Rebel :: 17Franks POVFrerard :: Rebel :: 176 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HOLY SHIT GERARD! I squealed.
He blushed and looked down at his feet making him look so cute and shy. I cant believe I had such a sexy, caring, cute, rebellious, smart, fun, handsome and shy boyfriend I didnt deserve him. I was so amazed that he did something like that; it made me all gooey inside to think he did it for me. I was all lovey dovey towards him when a thing dawned on my mind.
How the hell did you know where I lived? I asked.
I stalk you MUAHAHAHA, he said tapping his fingers together in an evil gesture.
I glanced at my mum to see her eyes as wide as plates. I giggled at her and shook my head; she actually believed him.
Tell me the truth, I giggled, kissing him on the nose.
He sighed, pretending to be frustrated.
Well, since Im such a GOOD boy I was able to befriend one of the office staff. After about a month of a nice friendship, I asked her to go into the file a
She Named the Boy StephanShe wears earrings shaped like bones and her hair is firetruck red and she knows it's not polite, but sometimes, she chews with her mouth open because she likes the way her teeth sound each time they meet. Like closing the door. Like goodbye, like the finality he never gave her.She Named the Boy Stephan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wears her wounds wide open because she knows heartache is life and maybe she's not worried about finding her Prince Charming anymore. She thought she'd found him once...years ago...
His shoulders were too broad and his chin was too square and he always walked with a limp on one side, an old football injury that never stopped hurting. He was gentle; the sort of guy that knew he held the world's attention but didn't grasp the reasons why. His voice was soft and his eyes were sweet and the callouses on his fingertips never chafed her skin and maybe she loved him a little, but she could never quite admit it.
She gave herself to him one night in May, a fu
Malec: 03 Light"It's beautiful!" Alec exclaimed, when he and Magnus stepped up the stairs from the subway to Stephansplatz. Alec's eyes widened by the sight of Stephansdom, standing in it's full pride on the square. He had to tilt his head back to examine it as a whole. Excited, he let his eyes move from stone to stone, fascinating by the old building looking not as old as it really was. The shades of brown were mostly very light but sometimes the stones got darker, scarred by rain, snow and sun over the years. In front of the main entrance, tourist groups were listening to their guide or were making photos from every angle possible. While Alec couldn't stop looking at the dome, Magnus was more satisfied by watching his boyfriend who was as joyful as the warlock had never seen him in New York.Malec: 03 Light3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The distance to his family really is good for him. Magnus thought happily. Alec had gotten a bit tense when Magnus had invited him to the trip out of the blue but as soon as they had arrived in Giza, he
He Broke Her HeartWhen he broke her heartHe Broke Her Heart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun light was put out
then the moon fell apart
and sat there before her in shattered pieces
she could feel nothing except for pain
and a twisted sharp blade forced in her chest
she thought she lived in his pocket of beauty
where nothing could dent her joy
she thought loving him was her duty
she was his girl and he was her boy
but it seemed the one she trusted most
was the most unworthy
it seemed the one she thought was so close
was really her enemy
what made him change his mind?
what made him turn away?
she thought their souls were entwined
but all he did was leave her world gray
Happy Mothers Day Black DeathBlack DeathHappy Mothers Day Black Death6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mommy, are you feeling quite fine?
Why do you lay so cold and still?
The doctor said he could not help,
That this was more than a petty chill
The doctor said this terrible fever
Has come, and gone, and past
But there is more he will not tell
He doesn't think you'll last
But please Mommy don't die on me
Please get up and dance around
Or even just talk, a whisper
Murmer one little sound?
You're up, wait, what are you doing?
Dancing? You shouldn't listen to me
I just want to know you're alive
Not dead like a fallen tree
Your limbs are flailing, sporadically
Until your face is snowy white
The boils on your neck look to burst
Your fingers as dark as night
The flailing suddenly haults
All your movement suddenly stops
Blood drains from your eyes
As you lean and finally drop
Oh Mommy, Mommy, you can't be dead!
Not you, not now! Please speak to me!
Mommy, please turn over on your back
Mommy, I just need you to breathe!
The boils are cutting off your breath!
You may live if I pop the
1 :: Banana - Frerard ::First Word ~ Banana:1 :: Banana - Frerard ::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Giggles echoed through out the tour bus, creating a hysterical atmosphere. There was no doubt that a high amount of sugar had been consumed by the owner of the giggle. Gerard was sitting on the couch in the lounge area watching Ray and Bob compete at Guitar hero whilst he eating a banana. Mikey was in some corner of the bus hiding from everyone as he read one of his favourite comic books. The girlish giggles were coming from none other than Frank, who had recently swallowed a whole packet of skittles. Frank was staring at Gerard eating the banana, and something about it made him laugh.
The other members of the band took no notice of Frank, since he usually went on sugar highs right before bed time. Bob continued to beat Ray, Bob didnt even look like he was trying that hard, and Gerard continued to eat his hilarious banana. Mikey decided to walk back into the room from where ever he was; no one really knew where he went, it was like he left the bus
Malec:: The KissI spotted him in the crowd, his hair pulled back out of his face, wearing fighting gear. His eyes were lined with sparkling black eyeliner, but except this his face was void of any makeup. I knew it was him before I even took all of his features into account.Malec:: The Kiss3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"There's Magnus!" I exclaimed, pushing my way towards him, leaving Simon and Isabelle alone in the crowd. As I left, I heard the two of them whispering behind me, but I did not care.
"Magnus!" I hollered, nearing the warlock, who turned, a look of almost surprise on his face that was calmed very quickly.
"Alexander." He spoke.
"It's Alec." I corrected him, and did not let him respond before I continued speaking. "I was wondering; perhaps you would want to be my partner for this Alliance rune?" I asked him. He looked slightly taken aback.
"But, Alexanbut Alec what about your pare"
"I don't care." I interrupted. "And my parents shouldn't care. I need a partner, and I'm asking you."
Magnus was silent for a moment. Th
RemindersAlec's POVReminders4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Magnus and I had been kissing slowly (passionately) for about 15 minutes now. Clothes still on, I decided to rest for a few moments and lay my head on Magnus' hard, lean chest. The fast-paced rhythm of his heart almost matched mine perfectly.
"Can I ask you something?" I said abruptly, once I had slowed my breathing.
"Mmm, anything, Love." I knew Magnus well enough to conclude that he was smiling slightly with his eyes closed as he traced incoherent patterns on the curve of my spine.
"I was just thinking about my parents-" His eyes flashed open and gave me a blasphemous look.
"While we were kissing you were thinking about your parents?" He said incredulously. I acted as if he hadn't spoken.
"And was wondering why you never tell me about yours?" I finished, sitting up as he did but interlocking my fingers on his back to keep my arms around his waist.
"What else is there to know? They both hated me because they thought I was a demon. Who knew they'd be rig
The Bomber's Heir"Deidara?"The Bomber's Heir8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori rapped sharply on the bathroom door. There was no reply, or none that Sasori could hear. With a frustrated sigh, he pounded the door again and called once more for his partnet.
"DEIDARA. Are you done in there?"
A weak voice strained from inside. "N-no..."
"What the hell are you doing in there that's taking you so long?" Sasori knocked again, anger growing in his voice. "Dammit, Deidara, I'm coming in there." He heard no protest from the other as he shouldered his way into the room.
Sasori's blonde partner was slumped over near the toilet, knees up to his chest. Even though they weren't in close contact, Sasori could tell that Deidara was trembling, and his face was coated in sweat and had dulled to the color of wax paper.
"Are you sick again?" Sasori asked, almost disbeleiving. This had been the third time in a week that the bomber had taken ill.
Deidara looked up at him from his spot on the floor with a tear and sweat streaked face. "Mhm." Was the only re
Magnus X Alec ch.2 Magnus had set Alec on the bathroom floor so he could remove his clothing, he placed a folded towel under the young shadowhunters head, and started to undress him. The warlocks bathroom was like any other, except the bathtub could hold more then one person. The young shadowhunter was laying still, asleep, the warlock wondered why Alec didn't wake up once he finished the spell to fix his fractured skull.Magnus X Alec ch.25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He Had already taken off Ale's jacket, shoes, socks, and shirt. Alec was still motionless, although the warlock would love to see the shadowhunter fully exposed, he knew that if Alec were to wake up, he would get the crap beaten out of him. "come on, unless you want me to see you naked I suggest you wake up." Alec didn't respond. Magnus tried lightly hitting the side of his face, still nothing, the warlock positioned Alec at the rim of the tub, and splashed water i
A poem...I hate the way you smile at meA poem...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And tell me what to do.
I hate the way you manipulate me
And never say anything true
I hate the way you talked about me-
Always behind my back.
I hate the way you laughed at me.
It turned my whole world black.
I hate the way you act to me
So pathetic, cruel and mean
You turn my world upside down.
And make nothing the way it seems
I hate the way you treat me.
It's like you're digging my grave
But most of all I hate the way
That you never, ever forgave...
stuck in transit.Time bends and snaps the spine of reality between its hands.stuck in transit.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desires bleed like the ink you've left smudged and faded on my hips. The room is empty without your breath to swell the walls; my bed is cold without the warmth filtering through your pores. The clock is manipulated and broken, the ticks becoming distorted screams, the silences becoming gasping moans. Sleep flutters behind eyelids and drags at the exhausted mind until I am writhing under the sheets that smell like you, nails biting my scalp, body contorted against the pressure you kept at bay.
My memory sinks and anchors on the same parts:
The honey of your tongue and the heat of your sleepy lips against the back of my neck. Your palms following the nerves radiating under my skin until they quieted and fled. Soapy shoulders and sticky, peanut butter kisses. Murmured Whitman as we sprawled on bench swings and echoed songs as we shot down back roads isolated in sound.
Memories drag me down and pull me up, wring me dr
The Only OneSome people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful,The Only One5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true.
People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things.
It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too.
Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know,
Trust in love that feels too good to be true,
Care for people I should never have cared for,
And never once looked to you.
But now you are the only one I speak to,
The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love,
The only one who have always seen through my poems,
The only one in my life I feel may be too good to be true.
i fell in love with the miragei don't believe in numbers.i fell in love with the mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't believe in language.
i don't believe in religion.
i don't believe in science.
hypocrites invented math,
and letters are fabricated.
fairytales are for children,
and chemicals don't exist.
i don't believe in art
i don't believe in love
i don't believe in life,
and i sure as hell don't
believe in death,
my eyes reflect light, not color.
my brain controls my emotions.
existence is a fucking nightmare
only a coffin can wake me from.
i'm just an imaginary poet;
faithless but not Fateless,
chimeric but not apathetic
(though i love to pretend)
i don't believe in anything,
phone calls from a ghost,
radio songs you listen to,
and phantoms of History,
i believe in you
even if you don't believe in me.
sleep, as an elephant1.sleep, as an elephant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is strange to see you
older and out of love with me
it is similarly strange to see me
younger and out of love with you.
i want to
throw my arms around your neck
thank you for
leading me to believe in love,
thank you for
showing me what the cock does
when it crows and summons the morning.
thank you for laying in my bed,
breathing my breath.
thank you for laying in my bed,
with your head on my breast
listening to the fluttering
bird in its nest.
thank you for staining my bed-
with your salt, it was blessed.
thank you for leaving my bed,
giving my dreams to its next.
thank you for, out of all the rest,
choosing me as the first, remembering
me with the best.
thank you for june,
and then june again.
thank you for december, and
thank you for the time
that helped me break my body in-
thank you for two ticks
on the wall of not-forever.
thank you for june to june to december.
in a few years,
when you are older still and i am
getting even younger, i want to take
when you wake up fromshe fascinates you. you know she shouldn't but she does. there's something about her wide baby-blue eyes invading her skeletal face, about her bony frame, those slender wrists, the way the illness has invaded her completely, inch by inch working its way through every molecule in her devastated body. it has taken her over, ironically enough it has devoured her, devastated her, yes, devastated, that's the perfect word.when you wake up from4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
perfection. it's what she's trying to reach because she doesn't realize that it's what she already has. she is too poetic to be real but too real to be merely a metaphor so she is fading away, dying slowly. her tragedy -- her actual, painfully visible tragedy -- is that she is too beautiful. she doesn't even realize it and that is why she starves, becomes thinner and thinner until someday a breath of wind will come and fly her away, in fact it has but somehow she is still here and she doesn't like it. it would have destroyed most people, her illness, would have ripped thei
bwhen we first had our firstsb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hand was dark against your white chest,
brown-skinned girl like mud dripping,
sliding, winding down your body parts.
weaseling my way into your deeper
they yelled at me from the wires
they hung like headless chickens
all bumping into each other and making
a ruckus about what they didn't know about.
i paid it little mind because i had you
in mind, sweetheart. and that was enough
at the time
they said bitch and whore and cunt and
i just told you to tighten your grip
around my neck when you fucked me. you held
me close one night and said, 'stop asking me to
fuck you like i hate you. stop asking me to fuck you
as deep as you hate yourself. let me make
love to you
without destroying you'
or something like that. and since then
i've been different. the way you love me
feels like peeling my skin back and stuffing
sugar in my veins. if they cut me i would bleed
like a stuffed cat. i'd keep my form and smile on
stupidly because they couldn't cut you