DeiSaku - 13 The Final ChapterDeiSaku FanficDeiSaku - 13 The Final Chapter7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Final Chapter Ch. 13
Sakura opened her eyes. She was lying on her back on the grass. She gazed up at the towering trees. She sat up quickly making her wound spilt. Blood came leaking out of her wound. She moaned in pain and looked around. Not too far away were two bodies. She crawled towards them knowing that they were both dead.
She pulled herself along the wet ground to Deidaras body. She looked down at Deidaras face. He was dead. She was sure of it. She threw herself over his body and embraced him. He was cold, so very cold. Tears started to well up in her eyes. Her eyes stung. But she didnt care. Her wound had gotten even worse and if the bleeding stopped she knew that she would die very soon.
I love you, Deidara, Sakura whispered as she placed her palm on Deidara icy cheek.
Deidara didnt move or stir.
Sakura looked down. She better get a move on back to Konoha. There was no point to continue. Itachi was dead. Dei
I wish you didn't know meI wish you didn't know me.I wish you didn't know me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At least not the way you do.
I wish that we weren't such close friends.
I wish I could meet you again.
Start this over.
I wouldn't let you know me like this
you know me too well now.
Because even though I love you,
I'll never say it aloud.
Because i know you know me to well
to ever return that love.
You know I'm a liar.
A thief, a bastard, the lowest form of life.
It doesn't bother you,
because we're friends.
But if we were any closer.
I know what would happen.
And sadly, so do you.
You know me too well.
To ever love me back.
That's a strange thing isn't it?
I guess the only people who loved me.
Learned better as they got to know me.
That's why I'm left like this.
Because people see me for what I am in the end.
That's why I leave, before they find it out, it's happened before.
I can't run from truth forever.
And when it finds me.
We won't even be friends anymore.
And I'll have nothing again.
That's my life,
But still I
KakaSakuAs snow slowly fell from the dark night sky, a 18 year old pink haired female ninja sat on watch. She looked out over the vast forests the surrounded her home village of Konoha and wept silent tears of self-pity.KakaSaku8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Out of all my friends I am the only girl left.' She thought silently as more tears ran down her cheeks. 'Hinata has Naruto, like they always wanted. Ten-Ten has Neji, like they both always wanted. Ino has Kiba. And Temari has Shino. And yet Im sill here waiting for a man that will never come back.' She buried her face in her arms and began to tremble with tears. "Am I really so ugly?" she asked aloud.
"Sakura, you should know you aren't ugly, so many boys and men always loved you." A soft comforting familiar voice came from behind her. "But because of your blindness and single mindlessness about Sasuke they all moved on. Well almost everyone."
She dried her eyes on her shirt before her previous sensei could see the tears she was so obviously weeping.
She turned to the white h
He Will BeHe will be shorter than you would like. He will have hair that curls if he grows it long, but he won't that summer. He will act like he's interested, but shy. He will not actually be shy. He will make you nervous for a month before he finally asks you to watch a movie with him. He'll choose the movie and you'll hate it. He will hate national parks but he'll know a lot about Shakespeare and he will seem so much older than you. He will stop calling in the middle of the summer, around the time your friends get back from Europe. He will call you again to apologize and you won't know what to say. He will lie to you. He will kiss you again and he will lend you his jacket on the night that everyone goes to the park and your sister breaks her nose by running in to a boy in the dark. He will teach you to smoke cigarettes. He will be leaving for college soon. He will drunk dial you at least seven times his first semester and tell you that you were the best thing that ever happened to him.He Will Be5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
teeth, mirrors, and clocksThe thing about teeth is that they fall out. You break them against the hard candy your father gave you in secret or they never grow right. Instead, they lay crooked in your mouth. The thing about teeth is that ours crash together when we kiss but mine have a habit of falling out and my red gums bleed into your mouth. We spit blood and we break our teeth some more but the thing about bloody kisses is theyre not half as poetic as they should be.teeth, mirrors, and clocks6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The thing about mirrors is that they shatter. You cut your fingers on the sharp edges or you sigh because you know seven years of even worse luck are headed your way. Its not like things werent bad enough already. The thing about mirrors is that they always show me someone I hate and when I stare in my eyes, I want to fuck things up. I throw my fists through the looking glass but the thing about mirrors is that I can never get to the other side where everything is perfect.
The thing about clocks is that they lie. You watch as t
Keeping Your NerveDisclaimer: I do not own "Naruto."Keeping Your Nerve7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Keeping Your Nerve
"Kakashi, what are you looking at?" Asuma asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing." Kakashi answered guiltly and quickly turned his head back around.
"Nothing my ass. You've been staring in that direction for the past 5 minutes with that lovesick look in your eye. Could it be? Our designated bachelor has found a love interest?" Asuma teased, slapping Kakashi playfully on the back. "So who's the lucky girl...or guy?" Asuma smirked.
Kakashi shot him the nastiest look he could muster beneath his mask and raised up his "Icha Icha" book. "First off, I'm straight as an arrow. And secondly, just drop it." Kakashi sneered.
"Whoa-ho! There's no way I'm dropping it now that you've taken that tone. This girl must be really something! Why don't we just take a look at who this mystery girl is shall we?" Asuma said as he shoved a resisting Kakashi out of the way and looked down the street Kakashi had been staring at. The street was empty except for a pin
Love Song for DagmarShes a glutton, shes no kitten; she can stuff her face for BritainLove Song for Dagmar7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, its amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
Shes an airship, shes a trawler, still I worship and adore her
Shes a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, shes the oddest, and shes vulgar and immodest
Shes the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.
Shes no figment, shes no fragment, shes a fat fridge magnet
and shes sticking like a limpet to that big white door.
You can like it, you can lump it, shes a slattern, shes a strumpet
You can fill her to the limit - shell come begging you for more.
I am smitten, sycophantic; in her panties shes gigantic
As Im straddled, panting, frantic on the pinewood pantry floor.
See her glorious posterior, imperious, superior -
.Eden Through a Peephole.no no no, there we go again, dancing around the apple tree.Eden Through a Peephole.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shooting bullets like crazy,
trying to keep the hunter's will on a vegetarian diet
applejuice is nothing like the blood we're used to
but we play it safe and kill our apples
we feast upon the fruits of our labor... what labor?
each sin we shoot down,
each seemingly innocent bite of knowledge
oh, adam and eve really did have an addiction
because this blood's too sweet to pass up
my apples are dripping crimson
i don't know if it's from their own red flesh,
or from the peach that is of mine
or if the needles in my hands and knees
are from the twigs or the actual needles
and as the serpant smiles his sweet little hiss
it hits me like the wrath of a god who ignored me for so long
what sort of eden have i created?
WhenWeWereYoungwe were trendy and chicWhenWeWereYoung6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in our old shoes and tshirts
wet hair, flip flops
peddling back from swimming in the rain
at our beach
people stopped and stared
because we were supermodels
and sometimes ballerinas
when we were thirteen
and we were rockstars
in our biker jackets and skinny jeans
and i did your makeup
and you spiked my hair
and we watched slc punk without understanding
and listened to NOFX
and dyed our hair with kool aid, watching late night cartoons
when we were fourteen
and when we were fifteen
we grew apart
we made plans and you broke them
we made promises and i broke them
and i kept believing
and waiting for a better world
and you decided to take what you could get
and we grew apart
now i'm sixteen
and youre just seventeen
and i dont remember why i loved you
The ArtistSo, I'm walking down the street, and I knowThe Artist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's not going to be my fucking day,
when this guy crouched on the ground snarks up at me,
'Oy! That's my artwork.'
And I look down and see
he's done one of these street drawings on the paving slabs;
a majestic sweeping landscape with fields and
waterfalls and volcanoes and my
size eleven shoe prints stomping across
a mountain range.
'Oops, shit, fuck, sorry.' And I step into the road.
I hadn't seen the tram, which knocked me high
into the air, and I landed face down
on the pavement, both my legs broken, blood pissing
out of my side, adding some much needed colour
to a lake in the man's landscape. I unstick
my face from the paving and notice the guy
is drawing a chalk outline around my body.
'Get the fuck off me, and call an ambulance!' I tell him.
He runs off and evidently he did as I'd asked,
as an ambulance pulls up just eight minutes later.
Two paramedics scramble out and start scanning the road
for something. I try to holler at them but
poetry reading 1__2-5-09hips sway,poetry reading 1__2-5-096 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bewitching gypsy dance.
with smiling eyes;
I think I have a chance
we sit and dine
and sip fine wine,
Ill have another glass.
they day now ends,
my hope depends
on her to let me pass.
and together we retire,
and tis passion and desire.
my body torn,
how can this ruin be?
see now her eyes,
recall her eyes;
I know what came to me.
8:28 pm 2/5/09
The Sun and the MoonUnfair world,The Sun and the Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You love me
But I can't hold your hand.
You wanna kiss me,
But my lips can't reach your face.
You wanna hug me,
But your father cut my arms.
I'd prefer being one of my drawings
'Cause my drawings can't fall in love with you.
I'd prefer being a blind
'Cause I had not seen your eyes.
I'd prefer having no heart
'Cause I'm gonna die the day you say good bye.
But this world is unfair.
This world kills me.
This love is a lie.
This lie is a hole.
And if you fill my days
you get empty my soul
When you're not there
When you can't love,
When I'm alone,
Tasting my darkness,
Living a joke.
I know You understand me
And we know there is nothing we can do.
You love me like the moon loves the sun
And I look at you like the sun looks at the moon.
But they will never be together.
They will never touch their cheeks.
They will suffer until the end,
'Cause this life is just unfair,
'Cause I didn't make the rules,
'Cause we lost the chance to live,
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
ChangelingChangeling2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within her garden roses bloom
beneath the cankered worms
a darker growth within her womb
will watch its sibling turn
It swells with heat, her lover's sin
the cankered worm that grows within
It swells with heat
It swells with heat
Its muscles strong; its blood so thin
A changeling child is evil fruit
to welcome to this world
its darkness burrowed in the roots
where hell itself lies curled
It rests and grows as time abates
And shackles her beneath its weight
It rests and grows
It rests and grows
And time delivers wretched fate
A mother's love will never know
the sting of cold regret
or how the world reaps what it sows
too harsh to ere forget.
She only knows her heavy heart
will tear the heavens wide apart
She only knows
She only knows
The ill bred blessing of the dark.
frecklesyou lean downfreckles6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your breath
across my stomach
and fills the
the top of my jeans and
cool and sudden
index finger finds the spot
over my left hip
and presses onto
you smile in
that way that you have
..at the corners of your mouth
and lights up your eyes
and press your lips
to the spot
your fingertip found for them
My Lovely QueenWhen the skyturns into black in my heartMy Lovely Queen4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And the darkness wants to cut my wings again
And everything seems against me
And nothing can heal my pain.
Everybody wants to get my dreams away.
From the stars a queen appeared in my life
A lovely music sounded on her lips.
She said I was trying to find you.
She never thought I'd be alive.
She had a little piece of Heaven on her eyes.
She drew a smile in the middle of my face
I can't forget the things she said to me
She said : "I couldn't live with out you"
She said "I need you by my side"
I said: "I'm just a little warrior without dreams"
She touched my heart and all the pain had gone.
She gave me life and I could see the sun.
And I said: "I just can't believe in this...
Nobody loved me like you do"
And I just could hear she whispered: "I love you"
Take my hands, my lovely queen, now I'm yours
And let me find a sweet Hope in your soul.
Cause this world tried to kill my illusions
I thought I'd never trust in some again
And then you s
Dying WorldSmiles and nothing.Dying World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hugs and nothing.
Kisses and nothing.
Effort and nothing.
Souls and nothing.
Love and nothing.
Running and running and nothing.
Fighting and fighting and nothing.
Trying to believe in something and nothing.
One day I was born,
One day I will die.
I'm strong...I'm strong.
You try to see the nice side of this.
I'm tired of doing that.
Nothing will change.
Nobody will change.
Black and white forever.
The perfect state of life is surviving.
Don't mind if you're good.
Don't mind if you're the son of the evilness.
Even the bad people thinks they are acting in a
good way and you're wrong.
Who's bad? Who's good?
Sometimes we are not honest.
Sometimes we try to find colours in the
And you say to your son "Look at the blue,
maybe you can't see it cause the sun is hidden".
But you know there is no blue.
We try to live in a kind of dream
that heals our hearts,
but you can't against this wall called human misery.
You can't against this game called fate,
i'm breathing without lungs.don't apologize. i can't breathe. i collapsed on the stairs at a quarter to two and i haven't found my feet yet. please help me up. please push me down. i think i'm letting my lungs collapse. i think i just spit up saltwater. is the carpet staining? i need you to grab my hand. i need you to hold my lungs together. i need you. i need you.i'm breathing without lungs.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
is it night yet? i can't see the stars. i can't feel the wind. my skin is numb and my eyes are on fire and i'm sitting in the middle of a room without windows and i can't breathe. why aren't you listening? can't you hear me? i'm choking on regrets. i'm choking on my spine. i'm coughing up alcohol from last night and i'm spitting out my teeth but i still can't breathe.
i need a prayer. i need a song. i need you to write a poem for me and read it out loud until i can't hear anything but your voice. i need to stop driving with my eyes closed. i need to stop pretending i have wings. i need you to close your eyes and pretend i know. pretend i don't need you
my little heart of mine.dear little heart of mine,my little heart of mine.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i need you to be brave for me. i know you're trembling on wires and clacking against bird-bone ribs, but i need you to set your teeth and stiffen that upper lip. i know it's scary and we aren't getting any medals for courage any time soon, but i think if we both hold hands and close our eyes, we can get through this.
i need you to know though that this is probably going to hurt.
i'm not saying we'll be bleeding and gasping on the floor. i'm not saying we're going to lock the front gates and shut off the lights and fasten the shutters, but i can't lie to you and say we will be living in eternal sunshine. we won't.
we can't hide behind the wall forever though. if we want to get what we love to dream about, we're going to have to step in the frontline. we're going to have to brave the machine fire and remind ourselves that it's worth it. i promise you, it might be. it might be worth taking the bullet.
and it will be okay, because we aren't the type to simply bre