NCIS Chapter 1I waited impatiently in the elevator next to my Uncle Leroy, I didn't like the whole 'take the niece to work' day thing.NCIS Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ready, Bren?" he said.
"As I'll ever be, Agent Gibbs," I smiled. He looked over at me and slapped the back of my head as the doors opened.
"Boss?" A guy with coffee cup asked.
"It's nothing, DiNozzo," Uncle said. I stumbled out of the elevator, playing up the 'injury.' "Suck it up, Bren," Uncle laughed. He always called me Bren. The man holding the coffee cup held his hand out to me.
"Anthony DiNozzo, beautiful,"
"Demetria Gibbs," I shook his hand, taking care to put pressure on his hand. He grimaced.
"This is my niece, guys, and Ziva," Uncle laughed again. He always laughed a lot when I was around. Ziva cocked her head a little, then shook it.
"Ziva David, pleasure to meet you," Her grip was firm. I liked her already.
"Nice to meet you too, Ziva, you can call me Bren," I let very few call me by my Uncle's nickname.
"Oh, she likes you, she only lets me ca
The Many Moods of Lizzie, Pt.1Okay, Lizzie, here we are, Joey said, pulling me by the arm into our locker room. Even though I was medicated the majority of the time here at work, practically everyone in the entire company, on any roster, avoided me like the plague. I smiled at the notion of their fear. Christian also shared our locker room, but he wasnt here yet. Wheres Christian? On his way, Izzie, chill, okay? Okay. Joey unlatched the hooks on my straight jacket and I shrugged forward, pulling my arms from it. I sat on the couch, spinning into my usual position, upside down, like a bat. Joey just chuckled, already used to my eccentricies like second nature, of course. Christian walked through the door then and I spun around again, sitting upright, and setting my feet together. Hey Lizzie! he called, coming over to the couch, dropping his bag and grabbing me in a hug. Got somethin for ya! He reached into the pocket of his bagThe Many Moods of Lizzie, Pt.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RealityReality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lived inside my head.
In the shell of my mind.
My reality was built, created.
My other reality ignored.
My hopes and dreams, created.
My mind a labyrinth.
But now something's changing.
My sugar glass world is breaking.
And the pieces don't sting while they fall as before.
And I won't have to rebuild these walls anymore.
And I feel the warmth of someone else.
And I have you wandering my labyrinth with me.
My real reality.
NCIS Chapter 2That night, after we had returned from the office, I was sitting in my room, brushing my hair out. I was wearing an ocean blue sweater and a black pencil skirt with some purple suede flats. My uncle knocked on the door.NCIS Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You look pretty,"
"Thank you," I put my brush down and pulled my wavy chestnut and auburn hair back with a headband.
"This for your date with McGee?"
"Yes, Uncle, do you mind?"
"No. I think he's just your type, actually. Now, if you were going out with DiNozzo, I'd disown you." That made me laugh.
"I'd never go out with Tony, Uncle,"
"Good." Instead of smacking me on the back of the head, he leaned over and kissed me on the top of the head. "I'll let you know when he's here."
"Thank you, Uncle,"
"You're welcome." He left and I heard him go downstairs. I put some gold earrings that Uncle had given me in, and a locket that Ducky had given me.
"Bren!" Uncle called. "McGee's here!" I took a deep breath and picked up my Ed Hardy purse and went downstairs. As I came down the
Armand is EmoArmand's Deviantart JournalArmand is Emo8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mood: Pissed off
Eating: You don't wanna know
Drinking: My own blood. I taste good!
My life sucks. It's the suckiest sucky thing that ever sucked. I could get up off my ass and go to The Vampire Lestat concert. Which is okay I guess, because his songs are really stupid. Like "I Want To Drink Your Souls" and "Thousand Years of Louis's Crap" and of course, "Bitey Suck Bite Bite". And it doesn't help that I cut my hair while ago. It just grew back to its Renaissance length like that Claudia chic.
My life is just a big hell hole. You know it so sucks. And it's driving me crazy. Grabbing hold of me and devouring my flesh. I'm snugger right now than a pair of Lestat's jeans. Which look horrible on him by the way. Marius doesn't get me, you know. He thinks I'm cheating on him just because he saw me kiss a guy. Okay three guys. It was Daniel! And...Lestat and Louis. But I mean, c'mon. It's the 2000's now. Can't vampires have three to four hot boyfriends at a time if
Bedside ReaderShes not damaged goods.Bedside Reader5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Not bent or broken.
Not Ripped or torn.
Shes not a novelty, trinket, or token
Shes sits on a shelf marked "Slightly Used"
A Book; Well read, and even better written, a real page turner.
A girl like this you can't pay for.
So I'll steal her.
Read her, dog ear my favorite pages, to revisit at my leisure.
Shes a book that makes the strongest heart seizure.
Shes my bed side reader
Shes a real crowd pleaser
Even if the crowds just me.
And I can't wait, to read these, her pages again.
Cause shes my bed side reader.
closurebukowski once said that the best often die by their own hand -closure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, i think you died at the hand of this world,
in all of its cruelty and darkness
i can't help but wonder if you were scared,
if your hands shook when you fell from this world into the next
i'd like to think though, that you were calm in your dark, concrete haven
that you closed your eyes unafraid
i'd like to think that there is a god -
a gentle hand that wrapped itself around your tired body
and that you were truly happy, where ever it is he took you
but for some reason, i think you're a bird
you'd make a beautiful bird.
i hope that my words, when you scribbled them down
in fury, in desperation, in a numb void
gave you at least a bit of comfort -
made you feel, even for a split second,
i will remember you by the mornings we spent together in the sun,
outside the grey lockers, legs outstretched and warm
and the smile you used to give the world when things were,
Esther 5:10Once angelic, now there's bony protrusionsEsther 5:105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where her wings had resided,
she was outright tricked by profusions.
Her end fate was decided
before she'd been given time to think.
ImmortalityImmortalityImmortality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live forever
Past all brothers
Past all sisters
Past your mother
Past your father
Past all cousins
Past all aunts & uncles
Past all Grammas and Grandpas
Past all family
To live forever
Past all friends
Past all enemies
Past all teachers
Past all bosses
Past all teammates
Past all roommates
Past all classmates
Past all employees
Think about it
No one can kill you
You can kill them
You can know
Your enemy's kids
You can do all generations
Of your current girlfriend's girls
Doesnt that sound great?
You can watch
Your girl get old
And soon die
You can watch
Your family die
You can watch
Doesnt that sound great?
He is LifeHe is...He is Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Coffee coloured eyes brimming with warmth.
-Summer-sun tanned skin riddled with patterns of scars.
-Rebellious black-brown hair with a stubborn tendency to curl.
-Soft, plump lips with shy, happy smiles hiding behind them.
-Deep, dragging breaths with a constant longing to escape his lungs.
-Protruding ribs and hip bones with skin stretched tightly over them.
-Low vocal tones with fervent emotions edging every word.
-Velvet laughter with an unknown depth.
-Gentle embraces and kisses laced with urgent desire.
365 vignettes project(1)365 vignettes project4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have adopted two soul mantras. I can't tell you what they are. I guess keeping them secret has a secret in itself, one that belongs to the universe rather than to me, but the intentions are mine. If I don't say what they are directly though, then I don't think I am breaking the secret. I visualise a running river, moving clouds, falling petals, growing buds, observing sunrises and sunsets, ducks, cats, wind chimes. I hear in my thoughts rain hitting everything, what that sounds like against tree bark, concrete, a car roof, a wooden verandah.
We are as a fire. The smoke rises and becomes of little consequence. It colours the air, twists into shape like moments, and dissipates. We are not the smoke, we are the fire. The smoke should always fall away, it is no use in holding on to what has already burnt out. We are as the fire.
It is not then. It is not even now. The moment has already passed.
There is no moon out. I cut out a white paper moon and held it to
Intimacy GlaresThis is an ideal way, theIntimacy Glares6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only way to look at you:
With six feet between us
And a lamp like a halo
On the shelf above you
As it obscures
Your delicate, soft face,
And bathes your beard
In a buttery glow,
I whisper a grateful little prayer
But the gentle beauty
Of your perfect shading
Is marred by hawk-like orbs:
Your blue eyes ranging
Lingering all over me
This is the only way I can delay
Bathing in those pools
Because as I dive deeper
The earnest affection found there
Baffles me and leaves me bare
cowboy runawayi don't want to hear howcowboy runaway5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't want to hear how
i just want to hear that
you miss me too
but maybe i'm lying to myself.
and maybe i'm jealous because another
girl can be there for you.
maybe i'm broken, useless and used up.
maybe i've never been any good for you.
maybe i should just move on.
MAYBE I SHOULD SCREAM SO YOU COULD HEAR ME.
because whispering never worked.
i'm lost and your feet were always planted so
firmly you could never run away with me.
i'm angry and you can't hear it anymore.
the tears on my face are real but
the cold in my heart cracks like
In the beginning...In the beginning was the Word. And the word was: Ow!In the beginning...6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Followed very closely by: Who keeps moving the damn coffee table?
It would be easier, my Lord, if we could see where we were going?
A sigh. I suppose youre right Michael. Stand back and avert your eyes.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
God clapped his hands together in satisfaction. Much better. Dont know why I didnt do that sooner. He took a step to his left and sank up to his knee in water, ruining his robes in the process. Looking around he saw that hed stepped off a side table and that everything was either submerged or floating in water that stretched as far as he could see. Well that explains why the coffee table keeps moving around. This really wont do.
And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be ga
Looking Forward to Letting GoYour name,Looking Forward to Letting Go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once dwelt upon
At least umpteenth times a day
Often accompanied by chest pain,
Remorse over freely feeding
Lies to all the rest
Sometimes with disdain,
Especially when related
Tales of breathless excess:
Warm things peppered
With fond memories
Of thoroughly crude jokes
And divine drinks at dinner
And missing an element
I was eventually reminded
Is distributed to thousands
Reliable to sour a response
And clear a dogged mind
Your name, and the enigma
Affiliated with it,
At the end, when I've accepted,
It's all I'll need
'Till my fingers bleedI'm going to play till my fingers bleed,'Till my fingers bleed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till the blood pours over the keys
and turns into music,
I'm going to play until I find peace,
until I can't think of anything else
but the melody I'm playing,
but the notes that are flowing out of my head
and out to the open,
so they can be heard by all,
I'm going to play till my tears stop falling
and I can't cry anymore
my eyes will become dry,
I'm going to play till I stop thinking of you
because I don't want to,
I'm going to play till I stop missing you,
and dreaming of you,
no matter how long it takes,
even if I have to play forever...
the elephant in my bed.oblivious to the constraints of time,the elephant in my bed.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
january snowflakes wooed the wind with their waltz:
one two-three, one two-three.
still naive, our footsteps
were not afraid to disturb
our glittering white universe.
wordlessly, questions were asked and answered
so quickly that we soon became
both the matador and the bull.
my door was painted red,
and we tangoed against Time itself,
a euphoric cacophony of beautiful maybes.
shoes toppled like domino tiles.
neighbors awoke with bleeding hearts.
keys lay abandoned in the door.
- i'm leaving in july.
- tell me in june.
A RetrospectiveI will best remember my youth asA Retrospective6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too much fast food,
piles of bills and tickets,
and uncertainty over who
(let alone how)
I will best remember my parents
as incredible blessings,
how I remained afloat,
and quite possibly insane.
I will not remember you
except in those moments I'd rather not admit:
when mere mention of your name
(never mind how many men share it)
will cause my head to snap up and
my ears to flex and
my heart to sink.
I will not remember you
except on my birthday,
I will not remember you
except if I ever get married
or adopt a child
or visit France
Everything I CherishedI once hoped that I couldEverything I Cherished6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love you above all others
But the stench of his house
Already clung to your hair
I implored, I begged:
"Sweet angel, you must
fly on home. Leave this place,
before he completely infiltrates."
You shook your head
With conviction and said:
"You know, rent control is killing me.
All these landlords grilling me
on where I am and who I'm with,
and before I leave,
won't I do just one more thing?
And I find it unintentionally funny
that even though I am paying
good money to be left alone,
this is never really a home,
just somewhere to live.
But I know no other way.
Where he goes, I go too."
I suppose it's just another thing you 'need'
Yet another way for your heart to bleed
Looking back on
Everything I cherished,
I can't believe you didn't realize
All that you were squandering
So many friends lining up to nourish
Before the last time I saw you,
You took my cheeks in your palms:
"Have you ever looked directly
at a man and thought:
'When on a clear winter night
Into the Arms of StarsShe is pressing her palms up against the metal frame of the ferris wheel, a nervous smile dancing across her face. With wonder swelling along her fingertips and grace protruding from each footstep, she takes her seat. The lights from games bounce and twirl across her cheeks as happiness surrounds her every movement. She gazes up at the sky, eyes locked on the wisps of clouds, lips parted and trembling. The ride click,click,clicks to a start, crawling its way above candy-cotton stained stands. Her hands fidget, grasping endless amounts of air before she reaches for the safety of the seat-belt.Into the Arms of Stars2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Concern dissipates from her face as the stars grow closer, humming hushed melodies in between each shimmer. The wheel continues to ascend into the arms of the stars, until there is nothing but a tiny gap between her and them. Trees reach out in the distance, pulling the breeze with tender leaves. The sounds down below become muffled, a soothing murmur of laughter and music as the carriage r
ThoughttospeedSwiftly the rock moves, ne'er will heThoughttospeed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happen upon the chance to see
Another being as lithe as he
In the land of Thoughttospeed,
(A hell of sorts for philosophy).
Each thought here grows grotesquely large
Into cancerous, hideous tumors.
And as these weighty growths take charge
They harbor hate, they harbor rumors.
An existential crisis is akin to a coma,
(Each human here has at least one teratoma.)
And they cover themselves up in corn chips and paint,
'Till where one is and isn't is where one isn't ain't.
That may not make much sense, but in Thoughttospeed,
One is weighed down by their personality.
I Wrote a PoemLet's write a poem.I Wrote a Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One where the story is clear
And decorated with sweet vocabulary.
Stated so bold.
Or maybe one that is ever so slightly controversial.
Spark a debate.
One where you're left with your own imagination.
Leave the reader to disentangle the meaning.
Interject the ambience with a twist.
Kill Prince Charming.
Your princess is a heroin addict.
Because nothing is ever that pristine.
Their WordsYou will leave.Their Words5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You will leave behind shards of terra cotta lining the sidewalks.
You will leave behind cigarettes lining the shelves of that drug store.
All of it, the pseudo-condensed population; far from a city but not rural enough to be...
None of it was enough for you, or ever could be. It was too personal, too simple,
you need horizons with vibrant colors
faces with skin-tones alight with life
All the while.
All the while they will wonder what it is you see that they don't.
All the while they will ask for an explanation to your tribulation.
All the while you will mumble, feign disinterest, and hold the answer like a godsend.
you need love born of truthful consequence
hearts with soft ring-tones in their rhythm
You. Need. Life.
Breathed through the nostrils of a woman driven half-insane by wedding planning
A boy who lets music creep up hi