Rotted"I want to taste you."Rotted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't you know
I'm sour? Like a lemon
with an extra dose
of acid added, enough kick
to take your taste buds
and gums and burn them
bright red and raw,
Would you be happy then?
I'm the rotten Clementine
that came in the bottom
of the box that you threw away.
I'm the one who finally
who cracked the mold,
who thought outside of the box
and actually managed
to get myself out of the box,
though I went straight into the trash.
Which is better?
Should I let you throw me away,
and take my chances
with the rest of the trash,
or should I climb back out
and perch myself
on the counter, in your view,
and pray you don't notice me?
I'm the due-date-overdone
gallon of milk sitting
in the very back of your fridge,
with only a sip or two left in me,
but turned from a beautifully
perfect white to a yellow
that's thick and lumpy
unwanted, no doubt about it.
When you do finally decide
to get rid of me, I bet you won't
have the guts to take me
and simply dump me
Monday afternoonsmonday afternoons whenMonday afternoons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the backs of my eyes are splattered with rain and other substances
my tears aren't for you, but because
i can't remember the colour of your eyes.
the way our hands were made for each other sent mercury through my veins,
steel cold mercury bright as blood,
brighter than love
i never asked you if you knew that mercury thermometers were
[either way, i'm past boiling point.]
you told me i was beautiful
and i don't cry because of those words,
i cry because i believed them.
the porcelain is cold and unforgiving and hard
harder than glass
than my heart
and the ripples are evenly spaced,
even now, i can't remember the colour of those eyes.
TreasonI did not love you because you smiledTreason4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Liquid azure and deep tourmaline wild again
Nothingness is down there,
A chasm of fear and doubt cloud every surface where
A perfect pane of silver glass once stood
Why do I still dream
Short Lovely PoemI want to tell you how I feel,Short Lovely Poem7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
But it's your answer I dread.
So I'll go search for shooting stars,
And find four-leaf clovers instead.
And pray on them, and make a wish,
That you feel the way that I do.
So when I do say "I love you,"
You'll say, "I love you too."
Here lies Death, R.I.P.Here lies Death, R.I.P.Here lies Death, R.I.P.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here lies Death, its back lying on the ground
No one knew how he died, he was just recently found
Some say he committed suicide
But the doctors found no trace of cyanide
But yet either way here he lies
Among the maggots and the flies
It doesn't matter how he gained his freedom
It doesn't matter why
It does matter; however, who killed him
And why he made him die
For is not death the beauty of the living?
For without it can we reallyexist?
It is said that without black, white would mean nothing
Without green could red be the color of mist?
Without death nothing can be free
So why do we always struggle not to die so fast
As one man courageously said
"My dream is to be Free! Free at LAST!"
And so where should we seek life
But in the beauty of death
Who said that druggies were bad
Why couldn't "God" give us meth
Because according to many, god gave us everything
But quite frankly I don't understand
He said he would grant us everlasting life,
But what is everlasting li
Remember, The Choice Was YoursI gave you a choice,Remember, The Choice Was Yours5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I made it clear.
"If you still care,
come talk to me.
If you don't anymore,
I have nothing to say. "
You chose the latter,
you didn't even say thanks.
You don't care anymore,
maybe you never did.
I guess that will never be for me to know.
You don't care,
why should I?
You have left me,
with no reason to care.
You weren't worth my time,
it was a mistake opening up to you.
I had let you get the better of me,
and handed you the power to tear me down.
I gave you a choice,
you took the one I hoped not for.
You don't care anymore,
there's no reason for me to.
I have nothing to say.
the choice was yours.
Don't come running to me,
the next time you crash.
Because, I won't turn a hair,
or give you a second of my time.
I will show no sympathy,
or offer any comfort.
You will not lie in my arms,
and we won't be talking long into the nights.
Sure, you understood me well.
Sure, you thought me a lot.
Sure, you meant a lot to me,
and maybe you still do.
CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 236.) Never do anything after 2am.CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
37.) Show appreciation toward your local gravekeeper, they’re the ones keeping the undead in their graves, you know.
38.) If you ever find yourself at a cemetery and you hear a bell, look for it. When you find the grave with the bell. Crush the bell.
39.) If a clown gives you candy, don't fucking eat it.
40.) Never trust circus people
41.) If you find a mysterious circus and the ringmaster let's you in for free, don't go in.
42.) Don't buy shit like electronics, dolls, toys and strange looking boxes at yard sales and flea markets. You don't know where they've been.
43.) If you see a blue guy with blue tentacles, there's a 50/50 chance he's a monster guy who will kill you or a super cool voice actor with a sexy voice. If you make the wrong choice on the wrong blue guy, that's on you bitch
44.) Stay clear from scarecrows. Those are scary motherfuckers and if you look at them the wrong way they'll skin you alive
45.) It would be smart to get yo
CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 1CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, let’s get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or
APH: Not on the PianoPrussia X AustriaAPH: Not on the Piano4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Gilbert was pissed.
Not in the 'holy crap I should NOT have had that last beer' kind of way. No. He was pissed in the 'why the hell do Austrians always have to piss on my fireworks' kind of way.
He hadn't even done anything. Antonio and Francis had turned up for a few drinks, a fairly normal occurrence. They'd spent the best part of an hour seeing who could sing their national anthem the loudest. Antonio's effort was impressive, considering his had no words. This was also, fairly normal. Francis had managed to disappear completely for around forty five minutes. Again, they were used to this. When he had returned, he brought with him a giggling, slightly drunk, university student. This was practically a tradition. However, he didn't usually screw said student on Roderich's piano. Which is precisely what had happened. Turned out he wasn't too thrilled about the idea on Francis' butt prints on his precious instrument. Francis and Antonio had managed to escape before Ro
Truth Be Told, Chapter 3Romano sat on his bed in the dark, clutching his legs close to him and burying his head in his knees. How dare that bastard come here? He didn't want to see his stupid face ever again! After all he had done to him, he still had the nerve to show up and simply apologize, as if that would fix everything. And that Spanish bastard had almost blurted out the well's truth in front of his brother! They were probably sitting down there right now, talking about it. Romano felt his face burn red with shame and embarrassment. Would Spain really tell him? If he did, Veneziano would know that this whole "apology" was a joke and that he was really the one Spain's thoughts had been occupied with this whole time. I've lost to him again. It's always been that way.Truth Be Told, Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He felt like a child again, vying for attention. Even back then, Roma-jiichan had only paid attention to Veneziano. The cute one. The artistic one. The one that would let him cuddle and fuss over him without getting embarrassed or pus
CytosaurName: Cytosaur (Unit009, AMMO Base 009, Cyborg009, S-9, Subject 009, Bachosaurus)Cytosaur6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Cyborg Phytosaur
Alignment: Lawful Heroic
AMMO Rating: Potential rating of 7 Threat level of 2
Height: 58 meters(horizontal stance) 85 meters(Upright stance)
Length: 120 meters
Mass: 99,999 tons
Cell Lizard- The octagon shaped scales on the kaiju's sides give him his name, they also give Cytosaur his infamous defense. Infused with a rare form of compound metal named 'Octocytanuim', the interlocking scales might only be on his sides, but the rest of his hide is no less armored. Even the phytosaur's underbelly is covered in small pebble shaped scales that act as chainmail. There is not spot on the massive reptile that is not covered in some form of plated armor. Before he became a cyborg, Cytosaur was a living tank that took on other heavily armored reptiles and won. With his natural shield reinforced acros
APH - New York's Decision"I don't care WHAT you think! I'm a free state! I'll do whatever me and my citizens think is right!" The angry voice of a rather pissed off New York yelled from behind the shut door of America's cluttered office.APH - New York's Decision4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It goes against many religions, New York! What will you do if people start bombing churches that hold these gay marriages you plan on having?!" America countered.
"Don't talk to me about bombs, Alfred! My son NYC has had enough talk of that! This isn't about churches or religion!" she yelled, pounding her fist on America's desk, a stack of papers collapsing to the floor. "This is about people who want to have their love legally recognized and receive all the benefits of being married! It's a part of the constitution; 'The Pursuit of Happiness'! Any of this ringing any bells in that thick skull of yours?!"
While the state and country argued, a few others states were listening in. most of them were there to talk to America about minor things like permission to put in new
Unburial songOld songsUnburial song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a new tune
and I keep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me.
And I begin again.
Try not to sin again.
to a new moon
I go deep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me
late ego trip
We can't live forever,
so let's sin it up together:
:you overwhelm me:
And Nothing Was Okay Anymorewhat if it's not realAnd Nothing Was Okay Anymore6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we're just
lying to each other?
going through the
and nothing more?
what if you're not
and i'm not
and when we told each
other we were
we were secretly lying to
each other and
now everyone can
what if i just
lied to you because
i'm scared of
and i can feel us
i know we're
but i don't know
how to fix it?
and i don't know
if i want it
what if it's
true and you
read it and don't
say anything about
or what if you
do read it
lie to you
about it (again) ?
what happens then?
what happens if i tell the truth?
and know i don't
want it to.
so i won't share
this with the world
not until i know
for certain that
everything is not okay
008 Innocence"Hey, Engwand?" The little chubby cheeked boy asked curiously; his brilliant blue eyes shining with their ever present gleams of excitement.008 Innocence4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
England looked down at the little boy his flowing white gown, the red ribbon tied around his neck with the utmost care, and smiled softly. "Yes my dear lad, what is it?" He inquired, giving the little boy's tousled locks of dark blonde hair a small pat.
"What's my name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in the most adorable way almost as if he were a puppy for sale in the shop.
England smiled once more, "Silly, you know your name. You're America."
America puffed his rosy red cheeks out and pursed his tiny, plump lips out, shaking his sweet rounded head back and forth. "No, I don't mean that one." He proclaimed hugging the stuffed bunny in his arms with his chubby hands with the little sausage fingers.
England was confused. What other name did the boy mean other than his country name? It was all England ever called him by and he was positive
Spain. Without Romano 8 It had been a week since the party incident and Romano was still hauled up inside his room, refusing to come out. Italy was getting extremely worried and had tried many tactics to get Romano out of his room, but failed every time. Germany had a hard time consoling Italy and started coming over frequently to make sure everything was alright. He had offered Italy to come stay with him for a while, but he refused saying he wouldn't leave his brother alone.Spain. Without Romano 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Everything will be fine. He can't stay in there forever," Germany said one day, joining Italy on the couch.
"I know... But I can't stop worrying. I can't help but feel that part of this is my fault," he said, leaning on Germany. The German put his arm around him and held him close.
"It's not your fault. There was no way you could control what happened."
"I know, but still..."
30 Minutes In HeavenPairing: Spamano30 Minutes In Heaven4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Wayward Flute Lessons"Alright, now you're doing it on purpose."Wayward Flute Lessons3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am not!" Gilbert protested, taking the flute away from his lips. "The stupid thing is squeaking on its own! It can't take my awesomeness."
Frederick rolled his eyes and came over. He restrained himself from snatching the flute from his hands and gently took it away instead. With the air of a virtuoso, he lifted the flute to his own lips and started to play, going up and down the notes in a perfect scale before handing the instrument back without a flourish. "It's fine," he said flatly.
"Is not," Gilbert huffed as he took it. He almost cringed under Fritz's intense and watchful eye and placed the flute to his lips, positioning it just like Fritz had taught him countless times. He took a deep breath and gently blew. There was a low "toooo" that filled the room for a second before it broke off with a squeak and became quiet. "Dammit!" the albino yelled, almost throwing the flute across the room when Fritz's glare froze him in place.
APH: Nightclub Confessional 2England's head spun as their lips pressed together gently. They were kissing. Oh god, they were kissing. His fingers clenched and dug into America's arms as his eyes fluttered shut. After all this time, and... and...APH: Nightclub Confessional 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And... No! What were they doing! They were in the middle of the dance floor! His eyes flew open and he took a step back, breaking the kiss. He looked up into America's face as a host of unreadable emotions crossed his face, before turning and fleeing across the dance floor towards the restrooms.
America's eyes fluttered open. A mix of shock, confusion, happiness, and sorrow crossed America's face as England broke the kiss, basically making him look like a lost but hopeful puppy. He was unable to move or speak as the Brit ran from him. It wasn't until his companion was out of sight that he raised his arm vaguely as if to stop the long-gone England from leaving.
His hand found its way to his lips and America felt himself whisper, "England."
America sighed and work
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
Friendly SummoningsFriendly Summonings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Spirit of anger, angel of murder! I summon you to kill this frankfurter!” - Ashley(Golden Raptor, HYPERATIF)
“Iron and flesh, with a beard that isn’t second best! Power of a sun and twice and strange, Green is who I summon to hammer the deranged.” - Green(King Hoopla)
“God of everything and king of nothin! Come forth and avenge the muffin!”- Zooa(Zooasaurs Rex)
“Queen of the night and voice of shale! Appear before me and unleash a blood gale!” -Shaz( Hikariza and too many more to list)
“Source of light and strength of brothers! Burn forth to glomp all others!” -Flare
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?Caught by a Smoker6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri