The BoxIt will all be over... It will all be over... 1,2,3... heh.. hahhahaha! what's that?! who's there?! Who are you?! Why are you here?! NOooOO!!! I won't come closer to any of your lies again! huh? A box? what could that be? It is glowing, it's calling me, no, no. NO! why are you doing this?! What have I done to deserve this torture?! Come, come closer my friend, come, everything will be alright, everything will be just fine. Are you sleepy, Are you sleepy? brother john, brother john, morning bells are ringing, mourni--Hello box, how are you. You seem a bit too quiet for your age. Speak to me friend, I do no harm, speak, speak. speak...The Box6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
hehe...haha..hehehahahohohaHAHAHA! Delicious, dimensions, mmm.... my box, friend, are you alright there? Let me open you, what are your secrets? let me see inside, let me see... LET. ME. SEE....----- !!!!It, it's, it is.... empty...
heh, heheh, hahahahaha! mwuahahahahaha! HAHAHAHHAHA!!! LIES, OH SWEET TRUTH, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!
To us, To them, To allCan you still believe me?To us, To them, To all5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After what they've said,
Could you still dare?
Amidst the black rose bed,
Tear away my soul,
Heaving out my frozen heart,
Rise above the snow,
Meet the dying sun,
Never to see again,
Empyrean, ecursed son,
Everlasting pain, at heart,
Roaming over the dark dead part,
Eclipse, the rising tide,
Looming over the child that cried,
I, long to feel thy loving warmth,
Not the never-ending, frozen, pain,
Endangered, just ignored...
Un bacio al gusto di caffeIl mio primo bacio aveva laroma amaro e intenso del caffè.Un bacio al gusto di caffe7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Il suo nome non è importante e nemmeno il suo aspetto. Ciò che contava davvero in quel momento erano le emozioni fortissime che mi travolgevano. Nellistante esatto in cui lo vidi per la prima volta, capii che avrei passato con lui la mia vita intera. Solo lui, volevo solo lui e nessun altro.
Ci stringemmo la mano. La sua era calda e morbida, mentre la mia ero sicura che fosse congelata e bagnata di sudore. Non mi ero mai sentita così nervosa in vita mia...e non ne sapevo il perchè.
Era stata la mia migliore amica a presentarmelo. Aveva organizzato unuscita a quattro, io, lei, il suo ragazzo e lo sconosciuto che doveva farmi compagnia. Ovviamente, a metà del pomeriggio, lei mi fece capire di voler rimanere da sola con il suo lui, così mi ritrovai con laltro ragazzo seduta al tavolino di una caffetteria.
Stavo sorseggiando il mio caffè, quando mi accorsi che lui mi s
Bleeding SeedA Drop, A tear, it bleeds,Bleeding Seed6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Running, through the veins of hollow hearts,
The flesh, it eats, its tender meat,
Seek the other end.
That sweet nectar, blood,
In the abysmal depths of death,
Upon it, maggots and flies,
Gluttony, eats, and never ends.
Gourmands, from heaven and Hell,
It hurts, the flesh, the bone,
Cry my son, my daughter,
There is no hope left.
Miles of our beloved dead,
That field of wrath and despair,
In those corpses lies that faithless seed,
Where God never cared.
That seed cries, out the bloody wounds,
My hands, My chest, my utmost gore,
Blood, blood everywhere,
The meat of the weak all scatter.
It bleeds the black blood of he,
My body cut open by greed,
The mind, body and soul agrees,
That death is my eternal creed.
That curse out numbers the blessings,
The living all turn to the dead,
Thy roots dig deep into forever rest,
The maggots all wait to be fed.
Deeds, evil and willed,
Is my very flesh and bone I desire
I eat within my own worthless hands,
I drown in frozen f
Write Or Die - 01LEGGETE IL COMMENTO, GRAZIE.Write Or Die - 016 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
La ragazza camminava nel bosco, scostando le fronde che le si paravano davanti agli occhi; i capelli rossi e ricci ondeggiavano nel vento leggero e fresco, che trasportava l'odore di muschio e rugiada.
"Siamo arrivati?" chiese, apparentemente all'aria davanti a se'. Ma una voce le rispose. "No, non ancora. Lei sospirò e continuò a camminare.
Man mano che si inoltrava tra gli alberi, la luce del sole faceva sempre più fatica a raggiungere il terreno. E qualcosa davanti a lei andava pian piano formandosi...un tenue bagliore giallognolo, come una piccola lucciola che le faceva strada in quel labirinto intricato, nel quale altrimenti si sarebbe persa.
Finalmente, quando la sera stava già calando, la voce davanti a lei le parlò di nuovo. "Ecco, è qui."
La ragazza dai capelli rossi superò alcuni cespugli e...quale meraviglia! Davanti a lei danzavano tante piccole creature simili a quella che l'aveva guidata lì, ma tu
A Hermit's taleIt must be grand being like you. Having a lot of people to take your side. To have someone looking out for you, someone that has your back. Yes, they all support all the way, they encourage you and help you in times of need. It has been my wish to be like youA Hermit's tale5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Well, it IS just a wish after all. "Why?" you ask? Well, you see, I'm a hermit. I live alone in the world for the reason that everyone passes through me, like air, like I'm nothing. People didn't want me, which in turn; I did not want myself anymore.
So, why would a hermit, or in other words, a guy that literally is rejected from everything else in this world is writing a note to you? Trust me, this letter is in no way intended nor will it be for you. Though you already read it up to here, I have no power to stop you, now can I? Either way, it's your choice.
I see you're still reading. I guess it's time to tell you a little secret: I am DEAD. Yes, now don't go off screaming in sheer horror because I can't go back from the de
Akatsuki ValentineWell, it's Valentine's Day, and if your a Akatsuki freak like me your wondering atAkatsuki Valentine7 years ago in Humor More Like This
the Akatsuki do during this...acutually I shouldn't say what I think of this day.
(Hidan) Ha, your a lonely son of a... *Throwes Hidan into a Wood Chipper* I am not
lonely, I just don't like anyone for now...ok I do, but thats personnel. Anyway,
back to the whole Akatsuki/Valentine's Day thing. So I went around asking them.
Even though I nearly got my ass killed. Let's to the odivous couple, Pein and Konan.
*In Pein's and Konan's room*
(Me) So, what are you doing for Valentine's?
(Konan) NOTHING!!?? But Pein remember we were going to go have a romantic dinner and
watch "Step up 2"?
(Me) At least your not watching "Cloverfield". My friends told me it sucks.
(Pein) What the hell was that?
(Me) Didn't you read the scirpt? It said rumbling, and Konan said that you and her are
going to the dinner and movie. You know what that means?
(Dein) WHAT THE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
Part 1: Death Why? Why am I like this? I feel so hollow, dead.I pass through the lives of countless men, yet I am rendered forgotten. I am the man that was once. I am destined to wield no hope, and my shadow, the shadow who brings eternal despair, is my only friend. They talk, to that man around that hidden corner, to me, then vanish, into thin clear, voiceless air. Thought, burned away from that fragile piece of string that binds both man and the world together. The wind breaks me, I dread that I die forgotten, yet hope to die with the face death crushing my very soul. Fear, rushing through mortal veins. The heart beats, rushing my blood, growing stronger, sharper, until it slices my very flesh and gushes out the sweet succulent blood of mine. I bleed, God, starring at my soul. I see fear within his eyes, and I felt as afraid as ever. An aura of wrath and bloodlust emits from his immortal being, and I, too, feel that wrath, that pain, the uncontrollable gushPart 1: Death6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
High school AutobiographyHigh school Autobiography5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's been 15 years, and how things have changed through the times. I am Herman Tan Jr., a 4th year high school student that will soon take new heights after one more year in High school. During these times, society has molded me into a new person. Time has brought me new changes in life that I shall remember through my life. They say that high school is the best four years of your life, and I cannot beg to differ. Here, I have learned many things and faced countless challenges, but I didn't regret any waking moment of it--well, at least not yet.
High school has made many dramatic changes in my life. One of them is society. High school social life looked at me in a whole new perspective, and that molded me into what I am. The freshmen year has been quite harsh to me, and I haven't fully attached myself in this new system of education. Luckily, I was able to move on. The sophomore year was the year that actually changed me, this was the year I learned to be
Dry SeasonsDry Seasons2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A spiritual dry season is something I understand very loosely. People I am affiliated with have used this term to describe a hard period one goes through, where they feel that they are stuck, not receiving any new revelation, and in a stagnant relationship with God. Their circumstances are unchanging, and they are waiting for something to come that they thought would come long before, like long-wanted rain in the middle of a seemingly endless drought.
One friend of mine has questioned how Biblical this dry season idea is, as we are meant to walk in victory, claiming Gods promises and marching forward with confidence through our unpleasant situations. Its true, were not meant to be in a season of misery. But just because were in miserable circumstances doesnt mean we need to be miserable.
A man named Job has a book written after him in the Old Testament for his faithfulness to God. Some have questioned as to whether Job was a real ma
Una dolce ninnananna«Lullaby? Sei qui?»Una dolce ninnananna5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un soffio di vento sulla nuca mi annunciò l'arrivo di Marisa. Girandomi incrociai il suo sguardo ceco, e quello bastò a farle percepire la mia presenza.
«Devo andare?» le chiesi.
Lei annuì. «C'è bisogno di te.»
Il primo bambino che andai a trovare era così piccolo che sembrava appena nato. Nonostante questo, quando mi vide sgranò gli occhi e lanciò gridolini di gioia, agitandosi vivacemente. Guardandolo, provai il desiderio di sorridere. Lo sollevai in alto e lui, a giudicare dalla risata, sembrò gradire. Poi lo presi tra le braccia e cominciai a cullarlo, canticchiando piano. Dopo pochi minuti chiuse gli occhi e si addormentò, respirando profondamente. Sospirai e capii che dovevo andare via.
«Perché la mamma piange?»
Quel bambino era un po' più grande del primo. Sedeva accanto a me, sul bordo del letto, e dondolava i piedi.
«È solo triste.» risposi.
Grave yard friend.Spending days, sitting in a grave yard,Grave yard friend.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When a friend dies, it's preety hard,
Broken stars shine, but it's just glass shards
Must have been a drunk here, drinking,
Probably drowning his sorrows, i'm thinking.
Daisies grow, watered by streams of tears
All these weeds here, After all these years,
My eyes are dry now, as i look at the grave stone
You my friend, underground, have turned to bones.
Wonder what you'd think of those who visit
The tramp who crouched here to do a shit
The teenage girl who though she
had fallen in love, you see
She doodled on this tree,
Carved a heart, 'i love him forever'
I wonder if they're still together.
The grass is withered, no longer will grow
This place you rest, is broken, bro'
Not by me, i wouldn't dare
You see, i still care,
Because, i know, my friend
I'll be in the same place, when my life ends.
Part 2: Insanity's Grasp My hollow soul, emptiness building within that dark void within me. I feel dead, as is to say, I am DEAD, inside, something is eating me alive. The maggots of flied filled with the desire to eat away all that holds dear to me. My head, filled with nothing but the cycles of voices that goes in and out, in and out, never stopping. I felt like I was about to loose it and fall at the edge of insanity. Only a step away. Only a gust of wind will push me down, into the pit of literal madness. Conjoining every bit of my will to let go and ooze out the fire that lies within. Yet, even with the urge, even with that painful desire to go mad, I stop. because I have not known the fragility of my own will. My soul prevents my instinct, my dire love to go mad. I am insane enough that I do not do my own will with no reason at all I begged myself, yet I say no. I pleaded, I cried, I pleased to let me fall, yet a cold shoulder beheld within me. Nothing I know is wilPart 2: Insanity's Grasp6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Lilith, Cacciatrice di vampiriFui morsa da un vampiro mentre tentavo un agguato, erano troppi e uno mi prese alle spalle azzannandomi poco sopra la scapola. Non dimenticherò mai il colore intenso di quegli occhi che mi fissavano con bramosia e lussuria mentre le sue zanne affondavano indisturbate nel mio esile corpo. Non lo vidi in volto, ma gli occhi furono sufficienti.Lilith, Cacciatrice di vampiri6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Le mie gambe cedettero e mi ritrovai sdraiata a terra, non feci nemmeno in tempo a rendermi conto di quello che mi stava succedendo, quando senti un sapore dolce amaro sulle mie labbra. Il sangue del vampiro cadeva a gocce regolari dal suo polso sulle mie labbra, sulle prime cercai di non ingoiare il sangue, sapevo a cosa sarei andata incontro, ma qualcosa dentro di me, me lo impedì.
Afferrai il suo polso, ero fuori controllo. Non ero più io a governare il mio corpo, ma qualcosa che fino ad allora era rimasto nascosto nella mia anima. Iniziai a succhiare il sangue, e dopo un po mi sentii avvampare: era come se qualcosa mi perco