I Am IndependentI see history in this photograph,I Am Independent6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I read grace in these letters sent to me,
In my thought box is that old little cross,
A pendant that you bought for me abroad,
You always had a penchant for trinkets,
Just tell me your heart is in the right place.
I'm a foreigner, I don't know this place,
It doesn't like in the photograph,
I could be at home playing with trinkets,
I'm lost here and no one can hear me,
I hate sight-seeing and going abroad,
It's all about you, and that makes me cross.
Sitting on the sands where our paths would cross,
You spoke but what you said I could not place,
Beaches feel so different when you're abroad,
You smiled turned round and took a photograph,
I wondered if you would take one of me,
The polaroids just become more trinkets.
I wasn't careful and broke your trinkets,
I never intended to get you cross,
Just an accident so please forgive me,
But you won't forgive so I know my place,
Think of me looking at that photograph,
If you want me, I'm going abroad.
I love my
IsolationPaint a lovely picture of worthlessnessIsolation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write a story of life
Inside walls of lonley isolation
Pre-occupy the mind
So as not to crave
Gaze at the Reflection of pale skin
Untouched by the warm Sun
For so long
And at the Fatigued empty eyes
A living dead...
the ghost space marine attackThe stocky general's helm clattered to the ground as he tripped, rushing to the throne room.the ghost space marine attack5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'The castle is under seige, my lord!' shouted Friedrich, adjusting his armour.
As he faced his fearless overlord he became aware of something stirring in his loins. He did not dare investigate; to look away from Lord Nippleeyes is to face certain death2 (death2 is like death but worse somehow).
'I know, general Friedrich von Boobenheim. Are my men not dealing with the situation in accordance with article 24 of the Torse Code?' (the Torse Code is a book written by Lord Nippleeyes himself- an impressive feat, considering he is a floating torso with a cape nailed on- that detail the law of the land as Nippleeyes decrees).
Nippleyees watched carefully as Friedrich's gaze began to falter.
'Am I to understand that our men have not dealt with the situation already?' spake the leader, his eldritch voice becoming more abominabysmal with each subsequent syllable. Nippleeyes floated to the castle window a
VampireVampire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A living oxymoron
Or a corpse?
A bringer of death
Or a savior of life?
Or a blessing?
On the brink of death
And saved by a vampire's bite
Becoming free of disease and natural death
At the prime of your life
And having it taken by a vampire
Dropped into the abnormal darkness
To be a living human
Blind to the beauty of the world
And ignorant to the problems
Or a vampire
Able to see our faults
Able to understand the true meaning of things
So which is it better to be?
Human or vampire
Always aging to a final death
Or living forever without worry
Surviving in ignorance
Or existing in understanding
A heavy price
But the rewards great
You have to ask
Is the cost of life worth it?
Most people say
That vampires don't exist
But if you look closely around
You see them
Maybe not devilish creatures like you expect
Those hell-destined beings that find their pleasure from our veins
But dark souls, sad and desperate
Desperate for a feeling
These people you will see
Enzyme SongCHORUSEnzyme Song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, baby, wont you be my substrate?
I wanna bind you in your transition state.
I wanna hold you at your cleavage site,
Wont you let me be your catalyst tonight?
I promise I wont ever try to change you,
Only hold you with my glutamic acid residue;
No, I wont hydrolyse you and leave you bereft,
Ill just keep you safe inside my hydrophobic cleft.
Wont you let me show you my saturation kinetics?
Im conjugated, baby, let me show you my prosthetics.
My Michaelis-Menten constant isnt difficult to spot
If you know how to draw my Lineweaver-Burk plot.
Theres no need to dimerise to have a good time,
Oh baby, wont you let me be your only enzyme?
Yeah darling, take it slow, we dont have to be exact;
Lets work out an induced fit and then we can react.
The ThrillLit by bright floodlights, the roller-coaster was a large, complicated structure. Peter traced mentally the course of the track, every looping bend and thundering straight, almost feeling the wind in his hair. He smiled.The Thrill6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The queue was fairly short, and before long Peter was strapped into his seat, right at the front. Next to him sat an old man in a rumpled suit. His face was lined and craggy, but clean-shaven; slouched in his seat, eyes closed, he looked to be asleep. Peter glanced at him, bemused.
As if sensing his gaze, the man stirred and cracked open an eye. Youd best not get on, kid, he said, sitting up.
What do you mean? Why?
The old man sighed. Lemme ask you something. Are you scared?
Scared? Why would I be scared? Its just a ride.
But arent you afraid something will go wrong? He leaned closer to Peter. His breath was sweet and stale. Dont you feel a thrill every time the car rattles round
CatchPlaying catch with my father,Catch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
late in the summer evenings,
as fireflies woke, rising
from the heavy air of cut grass,
the final night breeze on my hand
that stung from catching, cool
as water through the summer air,
a baseball fading white rose
and fell from the sky, as Venus.
As it darkened the ball faded,
my father faded, until the ball
appeared in front of me, and I
tossed it to whoever was there
among the fireflies, the stars,
the summer night ocean, laughing,
a deep voice for a child, hoping
it would return, that he would walk
from the dark, take me on his shoulders
from the backyard to where my mother
watched on the porch, relieved,
her husband, her child, at home.
Pipernaut Sequel - Ch 5Pipernaut Sequel - Ch 56 years ago in Humor More Like This
(Might want to read the deviation description before reading this)
As written by me, Fesher!
First of all I'd just like to say what an honor it is to be working with the Pipernauts. Since they left Egnaro the first time there's been a terrible lack of adventure in the world. I've been starved beyond reason! I joined the palace guard in the hopes of finding some excitement, but in five years there haven't been any major disturbances. At first there was the occasional riot as a result of merging the Cavers, Surfacers and MidIslanders, but that was hardly what I considered swashbuckling intrigue.
I've been going out of my mind for the past five years. But now that the Pipernauts are here everything will be okay. Already since our mission began I've been captured by pirates, confronted by a sea monster, and I've been through Manifold!
The Pipernauts have gained some new members.
kylekyle is clinging onto sanitykyle5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by just a thread and
drowning between realities
all the ironies in his life.
kyle spends his days
and nights searching
not for someone else,
but for himself.
he could tell you every
place he isnt,
but never where he is.
kyle is one thousand
shades of grey,
bleeding hatehatehate all
over the carpet and
theyre telling him to stop,
but he wont
someday kyle will sing
and dance and love
just like everyone else,
but not today.
APH - The Facebook WarsAPH - The Facebook WarsAPH - The Facebook Wars5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Elizabeta is celebrating Valentine's Day! Happy Valentine's Day, Roderich! <33 XOXOXOXOXO
Roderich likes this.
Roderich: Happy Valentine's Day!
Roderich: What are you doing here?
Elizabeta: Dammit! I thought I blocked you!
Elizabeta: GET OFF OR I'LL TELL LUDWIG!
Elizabeta has blocked Gilbert.
Gilbert has been banned from Facebook.
Roderich is getting ready for the March concert.
Elizabeta, Feliciano, and 3 others like this.
Elizabeta: Good luck, sweetie! I know you'll do well!
Roderich: Thank you!
Feliciano: I wanna go! How much are tickets?
Roderich: The prices start at 100.
Feliciano: Aw! I can't go!
Gil: I can take you! ^_^
Feliciano: Really? That'
Love, a responseCaught your scent and couldn't let goLove, a response10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fleeting glimpse and couldn't say no
Is it Love?
It's about the way you drink your coffee, early in the morning
Up to your lips and a little sip, oh too hot
How you smile when you wake up next to me, your eyes still a little sleepy
The way you handle silence with a shrug
Or the songs you sing along with in the car, windows down for all to hear
It's the voice on the other end of the telephone line
A gleam in your eye.
Love is the way you grow old together
The way I pick my teeth or stay up too late
How you get frustrated and sigh, roll your eyes
It's all about how you think back
Remember that fleeting glim
Don't ChangeAs I stand here. Alone. I wonder if you realise, can even begin to comprehend with your ill used imagination what it is I can see.Don't Change5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The ocean's breath cascades across this desolate plain, the blades of grass beneath my feet ripple like a thousand upturned spiders, clawing at the calm blue sky above. I see us running, running from the spiders, our merry shouts and childish calls speeding away on sharp wings created by the silky wind.
The sound of the frothing waves crashing against the bare rock below. It's almost the same. But, you wouldn't notice, would you?
If all those years were lies, simply emptiness with no meaning, no emotion, why am I stood here now? Your message to me, crumpled within the palm of my shivering hand, crumpled, not out of hate but despair.
For each word upon that sheet of paper, like a frozen dagger, pierces my heart. Our heart, the one we shared. But there we are, flying that yellow kite; I see us now dancing past, like small phantoms. Or perhaps it is I who is t
Look How They Shine For YouJust because I'm beautifulLook How They Shine For You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't mean you can break me
Just because I want you
Doesn't mean you can take me
Just because I am silent
Doesn't mean I do not speak
Just because I don't argue
Doesn't mean I am weak
Just because I love you
Doesn't mean that you own me
Just because I left you
Doesn't mean that you've shown me
Ulquiorra Wants Tacos Chap. 1Fanfiction-Ulquiorra Wants Tacos- Chapter OneUlquiorra Wants Tacos Chap. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Although Ulquiorra was an unusually melancholic figure, who never seemed to feel overjoyed, excited or anxious to get on with anything, there was one thing that made his eyes brighten up just a little, and his movements to become a little more fidgety, and even once, a smile danced on his lips. That thing, of course, was fresh, hot, crispy tacos.
Not many people know of this, actually. He tries to keep his weaknesses a secret, but when someone showed up from the human world with tacos, Ulquiorra couldnt help but grab them and run off to his room. It was a guilty pleasure of his. The craving for them would come around every once in a while, and God help whoever Aizen sent to go get them, because Aizen was always at least semi-happy to see his most faithful Espada enjoy a reward. Usually Szayel was sent, because hed read up the most on the human world. However, when he wasnt available, Aizen let Ulquiorra pick.
So it was the
A possibilityIf I concentrate, with my whole body and soul, it will work. It has to work. I have to pull out theA possibility4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
throbbing pain eating away at my mind. It's consuming me, making me bitter, vicious, resentful. It's
making me a fiend numb and blind to humanity. It's destroying life all around me, choking me,
killing me. Life, this forbidden miracle that I will never know, that will never be mine. I want it, I
yearn for it and the bitch taunts me, dancing before my eyes doomed to contemplate its colorful
glory. I will never know the sweetness of existence. I will never know the smell of Spring, when the
first drops of rain hit the dusty ground. Oh, how I would like to be blind to it all. But I know it's
hopeless. Of course it's hopeless. I'm a lidless eye, an immortal beholder. Heaven sentenced me to
witness Life and Creation, banning me from its Gardens. I was there to observe the beginning and
I'll be there to see the end. Your end. And when you will be gone, when your species will die out
like so m
InceptionYou're a sneaky little liar.Inception5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're a puppeteer who needs no strings.
The puppets are alive,
They move on their own accord
Like any self-reliant group of toys.
With carefully laid out words,
And the right card deftly produced
From your pocket
With a smile
Which looks innocent enough,
But which you so carefully fastened,
You manage to perfectly deceive
The puppets are marching off
Just like you knew they would.
There's no strings needed here,
The puppets pull their own
All for you.
Day ThreeThe water's hot. Too hot, really. It prickles the back of my neckDay Three4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and shoulders, tapping out a mindless percussion on my spine. It's not
enough, though. Not nearly enough to drown out my thoughts or
sear them from my skin, but I'm giving it my best shot. I think I've been
here for the better part of an hour. My fingertips have shriveled into soft,
pink prunes and my hair sticks to my cheeks and back, all curly and dark
with gold tips.
I didn't think college would be so difficult, but the truth is that I'm
completely overwhelmed and I'm beating a hasty retreat. At least here it's
warm and it feels safe. At least here I can pretend that I'm not crying, that
it's only the water coursing down my cheeks. Tears would mean to defeat,
and I can't admit it, even to myself.
Somebody tears the shower curtain aside. My heart leaps uncomfortably,
but when I look up, any shout of indignation I might have mustered sticks
in my throat.
It's so quiet I can hear the rubber snick
When The World EndedYesterday the world ended.When The World Ended4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was no explosion,
Nor did it rain fire.
None of the theatrics.
All I know is that everything just went blank.
When I woke up,
I was lying on the moist earth
There were no buildings around,
There were just other people,
Just waking up as I was.
But I knew that the world had ended.
I just knew it.
What I didn't know was
Whether this was the new world,
Or somewhere in between.
And the strangest part,
The what-in-heaven's-name-is-God- thinking part
Is that each person,
Regardless of age or gender,
Woke up with a knife in hand.
We stared at our knives for a while
Wondering what we were going to do with them
The biggest and scariest of us all,
Pointed out the obvious.
"It's survival of the fittest
And everyone chorused in agreement.
So all of the people
With their knives in hand,
Stabbed and gashed and thrust
Their blades into each other's flesh.
Until death came to most.
Georgia on My Mind .Hetaila.Everyone was waiting for America... as usual. He was the only one that had yet to show up to the meeting. You think wanting to be the Hero of the story, he would try and show up on time more than every once and a while.Georgia on My Mind .Hetaila.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He's here, everyone soon figured, but had no clue why he was calling Russia's name.
"...Da?" Russia asked, eyebrow raised. He was standing while the others were seated, waiting for the meeting to begin.
Out of nowhere, America ran into the room, and with a yell rivaling those in the movie 300, he threw himself at Russia. Of course, being such a... large country, He didn't budge, and Alfred was left clinging to the other.
"What's wrong with you now, Git?" Arthur asked sourly, in a bad mood any time he had to see the other's face.
"Russia!" America yelled. "He's betrayed me! Ivan, I thought we were on the same side!"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about..." Ivan said with a smile. "But You clinging to me in such a way is slightly uncomfortable."
The YouthSickening sweet smoke rings floating in the air above your bed as we lay side by side.The Youth4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Even the gods have abandoned our lonely souls; we now sleep in the company of ghost
Homemade tattoos and the flavors of peach and cherry mixed in a hookah feels like home
You are the chill in my bones. I'm not afraid of interstate bridges or quarry hymns.
Let these navy sheets tangle our legs and let our fragile, thin collar bones break into ash
And a million different people speak out; I need closure. I can taste the vomit on my lips
I need the sounds of summer deafening me. To be lost with you in simultaneous fever
That radio static burning me down ever so slowly; that distant feeling of drowning
We speak in hushed whispers behind my dead mothers back; she's be so ashamed
I hope we rot together slowly and the poison in our veins kill the whole goddamn city
December nights may kill the crow but our sins will never see the light of day
They'll never have to see our bruised eye lids again; t
Oops, Did I Say That Outloud?Kurosaki Ichigo yawned, and sprawled himself across the soft cushions of the couch, reaching for the remote, flicking on the tv with a single press of a button.Oops, Did I Say That Outloud?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dont you have something better to do? His equally as lazy companion laid himself over on top of the orange haired strawberry, his glasses giving off a bright glare from the odd lighting in the room. Like homework?
Lay off, Ishida. Ichigo mumbled lazily, and squinted. And turn your headlights off. Ishida sat up and looked at the tv, raising a delicate brow at the dancing cardboard box on the screen.
What the hell are you watching, Kurosaki?
I have no idea. Now why the hell are you here? The substitute shinigami asked, stretching his arms and letting them fall over his head. Youre not here to tell me you forgot to take your birth control pills, right?
The Quincy rolled his eyes. Yes, Kurosaki. Im with child. But youre
Morning After: Chapter 3Matthew nearly collapsed, his knees felt weak and he was on the brink of being sick. The young Canadian then grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, completely frustrated and horrified at how the day was turning out. Just what had he done to deserve what was happening to him? Would it even matter anymore if he were to go out and try to explain to them that all of it wasnt true? Probably not, after all its a small town and people will talk and everyone would soon know. Matthew shuddered and curled up under his sheets deciding to never again leave his home again. He could just imagine all the strange looks he would get and all the questions he would be asked it was all so embarrassing! Kumajirou whimpered at his owners distress and hopped onto the bed next to him. Matthew barely noticed as he tried to block out any and all thoughts. A furious series of knocks at his front door prevented him from doing so, the blonde groaned. He didnt wanMorning After: Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hetalia: War DeclaredEngland, France and China were walking through the luxurious halls of the summit building, returning from their lunch break, and they were heading back to the meeting room. The only ones that were not with them are Russia and America, which probably meant that they are already back inside the room by themselves, waiting for the others to come. England hoped that America aka Alfred doesnt get into any trouble with Russia aka Ivan, knowing those two so well.Hetalia: War Declared5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Boy, those were the best sauce dipped frogs legs Ive tasted since probably a century, no joke, France aka Francis commented, stretching his arms in the air as if he had the best sleep in the world instead of the best meal.
China aka Yao Wang chuckled at Franciss remark, while Arthur Kirkland -England- rolled his eyes in displeasure.
They reached the meeting area and just as Arthur was about to open the door
I declare war!
What?! You cant declare war on me!