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...
I Am IndependentI see history in this photograph,I Am Independent7 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
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 Song7 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.
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.
kylekyle is clinging onto sanitykyle6 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.
Why I CryHe did not know how many Arrancar still had memories of when they had been humans. To be perfectly honest, Ulquiorra, the Cuatra Espada, couldn't have cared less. He wasn't sure why he still had memories of when he was alive. He did not want or need them. All that was important to him now were Aizen-sama's wants, needs, and orders and, at the moment, all three of those involved taking care of the human girl that he had brought to Hueco Mundo.Why I Cry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ulquiorra hated the girl, Inoue Orihime. She was the reason that he had started getting back those troublesome memories of his life as a human in the first place. They started emerging the first time he ever met her. In the beginning, the memories were just little snippets, and he could not gain any meaning from them - the crying face of a young woman who looked surprisingly like her, and blood - lots of blood. Once the girl started living in Las Noches and he was required to spend time around her as her guard, the memories came back to him more f
The Rain That Binds 1She blinked. He blinked. She sighed. He shifted his focus to the odd-looking big screen transmitter that was taking up one wall of her apartment. She was very confused why an Espada from Aizens army was sitting across the table from her. No wait. Orihime knew why Ulquiorra was sitting there, taking in his surroundings with a meticulous eye.The Rain That Binds 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo had been fighting Grimmjow for about an hour-and-a-half now. It was a repetitive back and forth, with Ichigo gaining the upper hand and then Grimmjow and then Ichigo again. Orihime and Nell stood behind her Santen Kesshun and watched the battle with intense interest.
Her gaze traveled downward and rested on her hands. She had been terrified when she saw him with that strange mask of his and, try as she might, she felt immense guilt. After all, how could she fear someone that she loved?
She didn't have time to ponder this, though, when she felt a strong reiatsu appear b
PDSU - MonsterOrihime sat at the table, her head resting on its smooth cool surface. She had hoped it would help with the faint throbbing that threatened to drive her crazy. It didn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks warmer than before.PDSU - Monster7 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn’t believe that she and Szayel…they had…
Even now the whole situation felt surreal. The feeling of Szayel’s lips on hers. His tongue making slow, soft circles into her neck. His fingers pressing into her hips. A shudder ran down Orihime’s spine. Thinking about was not helping.
She sat up, sighing.
What had she gotten herself into? Their kiss wasn’t merely a kiss. It was a kiss. But what did that mean? Was it possible that she was starting to have feelings for—
Orihime stopped herself before she could finish that thought. No. Szayel was their enemy. And yet, the more she tried to deny it, the clearer it was that…perhaps…just maybe...
She crossed the room and lay down on the
PDSU - TranslationSzayel was annoyed, but not surprised, when Lumina and Verona entered his laboratory, informing him Aizen had requested his presence. Nor was he was particularly fazed when he bumped into Ulquiorra, who also happened to be heading to the throne room.PDSU - Translation8 years ago in Romance More Like This
But he was pissed.
Whatever was in store for him couldn’t possibly be good. And unlike the ‘comrade’ beside him, Szayel wasn’t above expressing said emotion. He glared at Ulquiorra with the same disdain Grimmjow had for Luppi—and then some. In hindsight, he had been too optimistic in thinking the Cuatro Espada would let him get away with anything.
Ulquiorra spoke first, which was odd in-and-of itself. “Aizen-sama, I feel you should reconsider your assigning Szayel as the woman’s guard while I’m on missions.” He shot Szayel a pointed look. “He’s too reckless.”
“Reckless?” asked Aizen, his interest piqued. “In what way?”
“Not only did he all
Ulquiorra Wants Tacos Chap. 1Fanfiction-Ulquiorra Wants Tacos- Chapter OneUlquiorra Wants Tacos Chap. 18 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
Robots DO Get SickIt had been a week since Miska had come down with the stomach flu--just like she thought she had. As much as she hated to admit it, she was thankful that TREA had sent the doctor to visit her. She had a sneaking suspicion that her speedy recovery had to do with the doctors reputation as a miracle worker.Robots DO Get Sick7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its good to see you feeling better, Rin told when she entered her office. She looked Miska up and down before she said, Did you get that project done that I asked you to finish?
Rin, I was puking my guts out for most of the week, Miska said. Do you really think I had time-- All Rin had to do was raise an eyebrow, but the action spoke volumes. Miska sighed and handed her a sealed envelope, her signature scribbled on the front of it. You know me too well, you know.
I know, Rin said. She took the folder from Miskas hands, opened it, and gave the papers a brief once over before she nodded
PDSU - I Never Promised You...One month earlierPDSU - I Never Promised You...8 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ulquiorra's words still echoed in his head as Szayel wandered the halls of his domain. A whole month of no missions. He couldn't help wondering what his fellow Espada had offered in exchange for that little arrangement.
"Szayel Aporro-sama!" said Lumina, with Verona close behind. "The materials you required. We obtained them for you!" They stopped a few feet in front of him, pride shining in their eyes.
"Oh?" Szayel said, smirking. "You're certain you got everything?" They nodded enthusiastically. "Where are they?"
"Hey, stop that!" Verona said to Lumina, who was poking him in the side.
Lumina said, "We put them in the spare room, just as you told us to. But we don't understand. Why are they so necessary for your experiment?"
Szayel moved past his Fraccion, ignoring Lumina's question, and headed over to where his next experiment would take place. He pushed the door open. His Fraccion had indeed completed everything he ordered. They had even opened up the floor,
'An Unrevealed Fondness' Hmmm, theres the little twerp again. Hes such a loser with his pale skin and his sad eyes, whats up with that? He has no expression whatsoever, always having a depressed look on his face. He should cheer up.'An Unrevealed Fondness'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Okay class, turn to chapter four, page number fifty-five. I want you to read the passage and then come up to my desk and get a question sheet," the teacher, Mr. Terson, directed.
Everyone in the class groaned tiredly, and then multiple noises of flipping and rustling pages began to echo in the classroom.
Grimmjow pushed his baby-blue short hair away from his face then crossed his arms against his red long sleeve t-shirted chest. Ugh, I hate school so much, I wish I was home-schooled and not stuffed into small rooms with these morons, especially that sulky kid. He gets on my nerves so easily!
"Grimmjow!" Mr. Terson shouted across the room.
"Pay attention, I asked you a question.
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'
PDSU - I Heard It Through..."Oi, Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra!"PDSU - I Heard It Through...7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ulquiorra winced. "What is it, Yammy?"
"Well, damn!" said Yammy, scratching his head. "I've been calling you for a minute, and you haven't answered me! I said, did you hear the latest rumor that's going arou—"
Ulquiorra sighed. "I didn't answer because your question did not deem worthy to be answered. Honestly, Yammy, I cannot comprehend your fascination with those snippets that float about Las Noches." The other Espada stared at him. "I don't know why you like listening to those stupid rumors."
Yammy shrugged as they continued to the Espada lounge. Ulquiorra wasn't pleased to be going there, but somehow—he wasn't quite sure how—Yammy had convinced him he needed to spend more time with the others. Something about how the woman was starting to make him weak. Ulquiorra hadn't been paying attention.
Or maybe he wanted Yammy to shut up.
When they entered the room they found Starrk lying on one of the couches, taking up the whole thin
Forsaken CH1 Part 1Forsaken CH1 Part 18 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Dearest one, child of the light shrouded in darkness. Come back from that place so long ago forgotten the time comes for your return. Come forth from hiding and restore the balance long ago lost
The voice that whispered in the silence of a cool night was glassy and near lifeless, chilling yet comforting and hinted towards some hidden meaning it sent a shiver through the sleeping form before such dreams were interrupted by the resonant buzzing of an unwanted alarm, all memory of those words fading with the rising consciousness.
Golden hues of a setting sun streamed into the vastly empty room and spilled out across the tatami-matted floors. It was far from Dimitris ideal to be stirring from his well earned slumber, and the dark haired Asian rolled over, pulling the blankets tight over his head. Even so, it was time to begin the evenings work, and he was never the kind to keep his work waiting. With a fina
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
.:.The Cursed Ones.:. The Cursed Ones.:.The Cursed Ones.:.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Crystal, a young and feisty girl, couldn't wait to get started on her pokémon journey. She skipped to the lab of Professor Elm, and he was waiting for her happily. Three pokéballs were laid out before her, just like in all the stories she'd heard. But something shining caught her attention, an oddly colored ball in the corner. When asked what it was, the Professor's expression turned grim. He explained that it was a Friend Ball, and inside was a Kanto pokémon that had been sent to him by Professor Oak. Crystal became instantly excited and asked if she could have that pokémon, instead of the usual three. The Profess
Forsaken Chapter 1 Part 2Forsaken Chapter 1 Part 28 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
FIRST OF ALL DO NOT READ THIS PART UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE ONE BEFORE IT!!! THAAAAANKS
Normally Dimitri was not one to house bad hygiene, but sleep had claimed him before he'd even managed to change his clothes. Now facing the elusiveness of an uncooperative clock, he cursed as he realized he had no time for a shower. Opting for the next best option he threw off what he wore and changed into much more suitable attire...a long black trench coat, a soft black shirt and fitted black pants. White...it really didn't fit. Combing his hair back into a ponytail and tying it there out of his face he rushed out of the house, envelope tucked carefully in his pocket. The airport...he shuddered hoping against all odds the job didn't take him far as he let out a sigh and hurried along.
Contending with daytime traffic was not something his nocturnal self was used to, but somehow he managed to arrive at the assigned airport bef
PDSU - Laughter in the RainUlquiorra stood in the doorframe before he left for another mission. "Szayel isn't doing anything to you, is he?"PDSU - Laughter in the Rain8 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ulquiorra?" Orihime's eyes widened. "Wait, did—did you ask me something?"
To say she was surprised would've been an understatement. This was the first time since she arrived that he had posed her a question. And she didn't even have to start the conversation.
"Nothing," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Orihime opened her mouth, about to call to him, when Ulquiorra shut the door with a soft click. She stared at the door and sighed. "I guess it's better than nothing," she said, plopping down on the couch. "He seems to be making an effort to reach out to me. More than before, anyway."
"It's always baby-steps, as you humans would put it, when it comes to the Cuatro Espada."
"That's for sure," said Orihime with a slight smile. She jumped up from the couch and sprinted to the door.
"I have a surprise for you today, Orihime-san," Szayel said, shutting the door
PDSU - Descriptive StatisticsAs eager as he was to start his experiment, Szayel forced himself not to rush to Orihime’s room. If there was anything he prided himself on, it was his self-control. A group of low-level Arrancar eyed him, rightfully worried at the sight of an excited Octava Espada. He ignored their gazes, his anticipation growing as he reached his destination. He was nearly to her room when someone stepped in his path.PDSU - Descriptive Statistics8 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Szayel,” said Nnoitra, offering him a grin. “What are you doing up here in the land of the ‘living’? I thought you didn’t leave your lab except when Aizen-sama ordered you up here for meetings.”
Szayel glared up at the Quinta Espada. “That’s really none of your concern. Move.” He tried walking around, but Nnoitra stuck out his arm, effectively blocking the door.
“Hey, don’t be like that! What’s got you so antsy you don’t even want to have a friendly chat? After all we’ve been through.”
Unwanted SurpriseGiggle.Unwanted Surprise8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Szayel. Szayel what the friggin hell are you doing in there.
Oh. Okay. Then FOR THE LOVE OF AIZEN-SAMA. STOP GIGGLING. Noitora was just about to bash his head on the wall as he listened to the Octava giggle from inside his room. Ever since he had become the eighth Espada, the boy had been acting ...different. He styled his hair, his wardrobe changed religiously, he giggled androgynously, and now - Noitora opened the door after counting the seventeenth consecutive giggle - now the Octava was baking cookies?!
HEY. The pink haired boy jumped and spun around. I told you not to come in here! Now you ruined the surprise!
Surprise? What surprise? All I see is a bunch of burnt blobs of shit on a... - Oh. Were those cookies...? Szayel nodded sadly, dropping the tray to the ground in disappointment. The Quinta swallowed guiltily, reaching down to grab the burnt pastry and took a bite. It was horrible.