Liebe bis in den Tod -Zemyx-Secret, longing glances. He kept telling himself that those would be enough to sustain him. But not this time, this time it was too much to bear. He had liked the slate-haired junior, said boy now being a senior, since his sophomore year of high school, now being in his junior year. The blonde boy nervously drummed his fingers in an uncompleted wild tune against the wooden lunch table he was at.Liebe bis in den Tod -Zemyx-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pat pat-ta-pat-ta-pat-ta pat pa-pat patpatpat
The rhythmic tapping at first went unnoticed by the young musicians two friends, his ocean blue eyes sneaking another glance over at a certain boy, one who was sitting three tables away, all alone with only a book in hand and a backpack accompanying him. The blonde could tell that the book owners eyes were a dark sapphire blue, but half of his face, the right side, was covered by his chrome blue bangs. If there was one word that could describe what he was wearing, it would be BLACK; as in black long-sleeved shirt with
Jackie Estacado UMvC Move SetJackie Estacado UMvC Move Set3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Jackie Estacado
Species: Human (Infested with the Darkness)
Occupation: Don of the Franchetti crime family.
First Appearance: The Darkness #1 (1990)
Voice Actor: Brian Bloom
The Darknes: Mike Patton
Power Ranking (Out of Seven)
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 5
Jackie Estacado is the Human host of The Darkness, which awakened within him on the night of his 21'st birthday. Jackie is an Italian-American ex contract killer/hitman of the Franchetti crime family led by his "uncle" Paulie Franchetti. After killing both Paulie and Eddie Shrote in revenge for the murder of his girlfriend Jenny Romano, Jackie became don of the Franchetti family after he was offered the position by Jimmy "The Grape", an old family friend.
Assist Alpha- Tentacle Stab M (Direct Upper Front)
Alpha Hyper- Darkness Insanity
Assist Beta- Tentacle Slam (Direct Downward Front)
Beta Hyper- Darkness I
Thomas.He was a child, not a boy,Thomas.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He was a dreamer, not a poet
He was the one who would wake up screaming
After nightmares in which he was floating with the stars
He was the one who would check beneath his bed
To make sure the memories werent there
[But they were hiding among the dust bunnies]
He was the one who was a stone beneath slender
Because he could never eat alone
He was the one who kept his fringe cut long
So that his reflection could never stare at him
[But the mirror framed his picture]
He was the one who always kept the lights on
So that it looked like someone lived
He was the one who fell asleep listening to the radio
So that he couldnt hear the voices
[But they whispered in his dreams]
He was the one who painted pictures with his eyes closed
So that he could never see what he was missing
He was the one who dreamed of seeing the world
But who feared leaving the house
[Because it had swallowed him years ago]
He was the one who lived through his dreams
ZATR - On the busZATR - On the bus3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was Friday, the sky was full of clouds and threatening rain.
Zim was leaving his class, it was obvious that until he get home, the rain wouldn't stop for a long time. He has his glue layer, but he did not like the idea of getting all wet. So, he thought, why not go on the school bus?
He went past Tak, who was sifting through her locker. Tak he thought she was so annoying
She returned to Earth faster than Zim imagined she would have in fact, he really did not think she would come back at all, but she returned a few months after fighting with Zim. He was not worried about it, however, for now she just annoyed him with silly jokes. She showed no signs of making a plan, or something.
Zim noted that Tak was now following him.
"Good. She wants to annoy me again." He growled softly. Tak smiled, she had heard what he said, and felt more interested in trying to irritate Zim.
He entered in the bus and sat in the back seat, next to the window, and Tak sat beside him. Zim look
Tenn's Vengeance 1Tenn's Vengeance 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I don't own IZ. I do own Wyvern. And I like that.
The young irken male ducked, avoiding several lazers from both the SIR units and the Meekrob. He crawled amongst the debris, searching for his fallen friend. He soon came across his partner, and helped the injured girl to her feet. The two of them escaped their destroyed base through a hidden tunnel, arriving at their underground emergency bunker.
The girl pulled away, struggling to stand on her own. Her dress was ripped to pieces, deep gashes all over her torso and legs. She gazed at her friend, whose face had been cut up in the melee. She growled. "I swear...it's not over..."
She fell to the floor.
Wyvern sat on his cot, watching Tenn leap at another simulation. He was quite a rarity by irken terms. Most irkens had red eyes, some with brown, and a select few with purple. The rarest eye color among irkens were blue, and Wyvern's were a beautiful baby blue. The last known irken
Charged StreamsAloft, a lift, a life adrift,Charged Streams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A door, ajar, a jar enjambed
'the planned and damned' return is at hand.
I believe I'll be left, bereaved and bereft
of compassion, of fear and of mirth
It'll happen I fear at my birth.
Switch back to myself.
leave the other place behind,
its futile, you cant whisper through glass.
Just sprinkle disaster and crinkle your brow
I want to be not here,
on this fantastic edge.
Tiptoeing on reality's blade.
My shadow is my blind-spot,
but it comes with the territory
of letting life decide for me.
Tell the glorified squeegee man to step off.
Fake language coming from my ladies.
Deciphered, it holds my cure, maladies.
Bubbling wax isn't purely an ornament
It serves, as well, as my scorned lament.
Industry serves the peripheral blue,
Both of me and you are green
and so we pull the short end of the
I am the scuttlebutt.
What is my relation to life?
Living it or just living?
she sold seashellsfrancesca sits at the sill with swarthy legs dangling seaward. their holiday home cliffs off to the heaving ocean and together they sigh in a breathy unison. wind gushes around her, quieting her with a 'shhhhh' and gently suggesting a fall. she licks dry lips and almost succumbs to the wind's murmurs. how easy it would be for her to slip and fall weightlessly into the warm sea that held her as a child.she sold seashells6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
every april they come here and every may they leave once more. francesca leaves the city behind- and with bottles of sand and broken shells she tries to bring the sea back with her. but inspiring smoke and exhaling city air will never really be breathing, as pavements and bitumen will never be hot sand between her toes.
the ocean does not hide its desire for the girl. it aches to swim across her baked-earth skin and cling to her heavy eyelashes long after she has surfaced. its throbs and crashes against the shore with a reckless yearning. look at that, her mother had sighed once,
Bad Poetry is fun to doThou art crazy, the noble saidBad Poetry is fun to do6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The passionate thought: Why don't you put away your blade?
Because you are the incarnation of sanity
But the brain as effective as one of a zombie!
Mighty and powerful friend, hear my plea
Untie me, I swear I will not flee
And if you don't trust someone as nice as me
You don't deserve... to get a cookie!!!
Happy Halloween - TNBCHappy Halloween - TNBC7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the sun sank down, two figures stood stock still in front of the opening to an underground tomb, the gateway from their world to what was referred to throughout the town as the Real World. Both one-thin splotches on the rising moon were extreme in height, the head of the smaller one coming to the shoulder of the other. The small one tugged at his ivory bat bow tie, not with nervousness but anticipation. It would be his first trip outside of Halloween Town.
Jack looked up to the other figure, an older skeleton who grinned back down at the young sixteen year old prince, his son. Jacks first trip to the Real World would reveal much of his ability to rule in his absence. His son would demonstrate stealth, grace, and an overall magnificent aptitude for terrifying. But the first trip also meant Jack would lose a part of his innocence. The first trip meant a prince would collect his first Halloween Town soul.
BurstThere was a timeBurst6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so bitter and cold
a forgotten time of emptiness
it thrived as my existence faltered
to count the steps I've walked but never knowing
where I traveled
never compelled to grasp at an alternative being
in the false hopes of forgiveness
realizing that there was no point
I was tied in the strings of such a meager existence
that the thought of finding some different route to pursue
never crossed the dead mind that preoccupies this shell
Mens Sana Encorpore Mortua
a saying I lived by and find myself struggling to continue
no longer able to maintain the ice queen's mask
no, not when it comes to you
how easily it shatters in your presence
such a simple task for you
to touch the warmth the radiates so brightly
so magnificently off of the soul of my loved one
to save this lost and shattered creature from a life with
nothingness and no reason to trust
with exception of a brilliant and loving child
something more to care for
something more to carry on for when life had nearly
HaikuWriMo 6Notes float around,HaikuWriMo 66 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Carried by a careless wind,
The song of life.
Courage is...Courage is...6 years ago in Open More Like This
It takes courage for someone to die for what they believe than to lie and save themselves. Courage is bravery, an ability to face intimidation and fear. In a situation where if you had to confess to a crime you didnt commit in order to avoid punishment, it takes courage to choose punishment than freedom. Courage is saving someones life and risking yours. Courage is staying calm in a moment of panic or danger. It is bravery, love, and thoughtlessness, as well as being selfless. Courage is instantaneous. Even knowing the consequences of your own actions that might lead you to your death, you take the responsible action. It can make you honorable, honest, and someone to look up to.
A great example would be Martin Luther King Jr. He had a dream and also believed something that could have ended his life right there. Because he stood up for African Americans, here we are today developed and enjoying our lives with other indivi
Do You Miss Me?I miss you,Do You Miss Me?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you miss me?
I miss us.
If I were to die,
Would you die too?
Would you feel it?
Would you know?
Would you care?
Would you miss me?
If I lay in the sunshine,
Would you lie with me and share my memories?
If it were to rain,
Would you clear the sky?
Would you brush off the clouds?
Would you stay?
Would you miss it?
I'm sitting on a cloud and drifting further away from you,
Towards the horizon
With the sun shining over my hair.
Would you give thanks?
Would you say goodbye?
Would you wave for me, wishing that I'd come down?
I have no need for condolences, excuses,
Can't take your abuses.
Do you care?
Do you miss me?
Do you miss us?
I don't know where, you think that we'd go.
Things will never change unless we change them.
I hate all that you are,
I hate all that you stand for.
I hate the silent screams you howl throughout the night.
Yet when I think about it, I love all that you are.
I love all that you stand for.
I love all that you'll be.
Things won't change: you won't chan
The machine manThis manThe machine man6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he thinks hes the source of productivity
he doesnt depend on his intellect he is lazy
the machine is his curse
hes nothing but a
down in the basment
he hears the very sound of machines
he loves it oh so much
hes trapped inside the machines
no way out he is cornered
hes loves it the indicative curse
he has nothing but his indecision
nothing but a
trys to asuade the guilt of the machines
the machines cant feel at all
efficency is nice but at what cost
the cost of misery and slavery
he claims to head the machine
but the machine heads him
very gravely gravely misinformed
when it comes to the machine
he thinks the wages matter but he is wrong
machines create rather than solve problems
this very man wants to internalize his machines
its an obsession
hes nothing but a
ChefHes got his mind marinatingChef6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Simmering on the low flame of thought
A spirit bubbling in the heat of the moment
And hes stirring it up
Hes cookin up a recipe for the ages
Taking this, that, anything and everything
Hell slice it up, dice it up, and toss it up and into the pot
And now hes serving it up
With a dash of courage and a pinch of pride
Can you smell what chefs cookin in the kitchen?
A ticking time bomb for your tongue
If you cant stand the heat, then get out!
When youre finished with your first, get a second helping
He wont stop til youre bellyful
If you cant stand the heat, then get out!
Hes got a room full of drooling mouths waiting
To slurp, suck, swallow, and devour whatever hes got
If youve got yourself a dish you think can hold a candle
Well, then, serve it up
With two parts heart and three parts mind
Can you smell what chefs cookin in the kitchen?
OddworldOddworld5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Voici Rupture Farm. Ils disent que c'est la plus grosse production de viande sur Oddworld. Je travaillais ici. Enfin, en réalité, j'étais un esclave, comme tout les autres...
C'est moi, je m'appel Abe. j'ai été élu employé de l'année. Maintenant, je ne suis plus qu'un tas de viande. Tout ça parce que j'ai rencontrer le patron le plus terrible du monde : Moluk, le glukon.
Ma vie entière à basculée en un seul jour.
Une nuit, je travaillais tard à Rupture Farm. Nous faisions des sandwiches au Munchies, jusqu'à qu'il n'y ai plus de munchies. Nous faisions encore des tartes aux paramites, et aussi de délicieux gâteaux aux scrabs. J'étais content de mon travaille. Jusqu'à ce que je découvre la composition des "New 'n' Tasty", qui m'intriguais depuis longtemps.
Mais ce que je découvris me terrifia. La chute des profits inquiétait les glukons. Et même les ventes de paramites et de scra
Rocky?Tingling. Red hot.Rocky?6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My lips are burning for you.
Dizzy from your kiss..
Tommy the TowerTommy the TowerTommy the Tower6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
By George Ray Arruda
As summer was coming to a close I was introduced to a new kid, Tommy, who my Mom was going to watch while his Father was at work at the prison in Soledad. Shortly before he started coming over, my Mom asked me if it would be all right if another little boy were to stay at our house during the day. I said that would be great because it would offer me someone to share the adventures of exploration that often occurred during this time of year.
My birthday had passed, and no matter what the calendar said, I knew that summer was now over and the countdown to school was rapidly reaching zero. I felt each moment of summer slipping away and being replaced with more moments of fall, moments that were more ceremonial than weather related, but moments that heralded the end of summers freedom nonetheless. It was purely egoti
Ivan character statsName: Ivan Derek RamseyIvan character stats6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Birthday: July 10 (Cancer)
Hair: Dark red brown
Complexion: Caucasian, slightly tanned
Height: 57 (1.7 metres)
Weight: 147lbs (66.7 kg)
Voice: Smooth and slightly higher than average
Weapon(s): Blades. He carries a sturdy switchblade/flick knife for close quarters. He prefers knives to guns because they cant jam or malfunction and require little to no explanation to use. If he has time to prepare for a fight hell bring butterfly swords, but this is a rarity.
Strengths: Physically hes fairly strong and good with his hands. It takes quite a lot to get him really worked up emotionally scared, upset, etc. Close range fighting is more his forte as it is more suited to his weapon of choice
Weakness: Hates the cold
When you left When you leftWhen you left6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you left part of me died inside
You left me in dark
Was it me?
The quiet hides the pain
Whispers call your name as you left
When you left my heart stopped
the dark consumed me
spinning trying to find myself
Why did you go?
When you left my dreams becames nightmares
Things dance in my head of pain and hate
No more feeling
Where are you?
When you left i bleed
Never to see you again
when you left me
autumn.every time you said those three words,autumn.6 years ago in Other More Like This
they paint a painting with the colours
you told me that autumn was your
favourite time of the year.
because the warm colours
would keep us from shivering
even though the air was cold.
[the only thing that i need to keep
myself from the cold is you.]
every time i say those three words
my heart tries to pry open my ribcage
[i'm scared that you won't
say them back.]
every time a leaf falls.
i think about how long
will we last.
autumn is my favourite time
of the year
because it reminds me
that we'll last longer than
every single one of those
leaves [put together].
Prologue to Dragon SwordPrologue to Dragon Sword6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The grey mountain range stood above the small town. The dark vegetation covered the tallest mountain, as it rained most the days upon the mountain making the vegetation look lush. The long grass in the flat lands around the town rippled and swayed in the casual breeze, birds swooped and swirled along the fresh summer breeze. The town was made up of ten to twenty small houses, each house was cube shaped with a flat roof that stored rain jars, there were wooden ladders propped outside each house so that the jars could be accessed. Live stock wandered around in between the houses, children laughed and screamed as they ran around the adults who were working and chatting.
He came across the grass land, gliding through the long grass without making a sound. He was dressed in casual travelling gear, thick knitted wool dyed in vegetable oil robes, plain cloak, waterproof boots and sword slung across his back. He had rough dark brown hair, rich green eyes, high cheek bones and a tanned complexi
This is for you, my dearest.Im tired of these two bitThis is for you, my dearest.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
excuses, of these ropes
and their nooses, of
the crying and whining
and how she chooses.
I grow weary of the puppy
eye question, and how you
beckon me with words,
how you look to reckon
i should've left that second
Im sore from digging this
hole, i dug it deep to
keep your soul, which is
black as coal. least to say
this is you paying life's toll.