Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and enfold you in these arms of mine.
Together we can while away the moonlight
as long as I stay by your side.
Listen to me and close your eyes,
sweet dreams are my promise;
this is your lullaby.
I Had to LeaveI'm trying to apologize for the damage I've done.I Had to Leave3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm trying to apologize for the man I've become.
Because I stand with my feet in a bloody mess,
I'm undeserving of your sweet forgiveness.
You wonder if I take pleasure in this savage game,
Or if I play for any possible gain.
But I promise, all I wanted was for you to be happy.
Some of my sweetest memories are of you laughing.
You wanted to find out why I was leaving.
You wanted to find out if my promises ever had meaning.
I always said what you wanted to hear,
Just to make you want to stay near.
Whether I felt that way or not is a mystery to ponder,
That is, if you care now that "we" are no longer.
Now there is only one thing left for me to say,
And that's that I hope you find a man that'll stay.
I hope that he will actually earn your love.
Guardian Angel Yuri VersionI've always had a guardian angel. No one has ever believed this to be anything more than a simple dream, but I've seen her. The first time I saw her was when I was eight years old and a man I did not know was pulling me towards someplace I did not want to go. I was crying and trying to pull away, trying to get back to my mother. then in a blur of gold and white, my arm was freed and the creepy older man had disappeared. Even in the blur I swore I saw the large beautiful white wings of an angel.Guardian Angel Yuri Version5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As much as I regaled this tale to my parents, they never believed me and I had simply gotten in trouble for wandering too far from my mother's side. As the years began to pass, even I started to believe I had simply dreamed the entire encounter up. Then when I was thirteen, I had gone on a hiking trip with my class in the Niamori Mountains. At our noontime break, we stopped at a large clearing next to a steep cliff. We were all laughing and posing for pictures near the edge, despite our teacher'
I Feel Unloved Again TodayI feel unloved again todayI Feel Unloved Again Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so I bow my head and walk
Focusing on the path before my feet
Trying to ignore the cruel autumn wind
My thoughts as gray as my insufficient hoody.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and create
Giving myself to my art, drawing and sculpting
Hoping to find joy in what I do and share with others
But no one seems to care or acknowledge what I've done.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head to work
Striving to be productive and responsible
Trying to earn my keep and justify my existence
But I don't feel I am worth my salary, I feel inadequate.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and seek
Any who might feel unloved as well
I call on them; I send a note of friendship
But I hear no answer, I am not worth their time.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and weep
Wallowing in my misery and sadness
My tears will be unnoticed and in vain
There is not a soul to listen or to console my broken heart.
I feel unloved again toda
Heartbeat - Kiyoshi Teppei x ReaderHeartbeat - Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader9 months ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn’t as if you didn’t love Kiyoshi Teppei.
He was a dork and always seemed to have his mind elsewhere, but he was strong and kind and willing to do anything for the ones he cares for, which is an awfully big number of people. Not that you minded. All of that only added to his charm. If anything, you loved him. You loved him a lot, you were sure of that.
But he did have this bad habit that you noticed in the first few weeks you’d started dating.
He liked physical contact.
In fact, every time you were in his sight, he made it an official rule that he had to be touching you somewhere before you started walking together or even if it was just to say hi. In this case, it was a bit more normal if you two were walking side-by-side, because then you would just hold hands and carry on.
But honestly, did he have to hold your hand tightly and squish right up to your shoulder like a proud father every time you happened to walk somewhere together in the school hallway?
Amorno sé que es lo que sentí,Amor11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no sé que es lo que pensé,
no sé que es lo que hice,
No sé que es lo que siento,
no sé que es lo que pienso,
no sé que es lo que hago,
no sé que es lo que debo de sentir,
no sé que es lo que debo de pensar,
no sé que es lo que debo de hacer,
no sé que es lo que sentiré,
no sé que es lo que pensaré,
no sé que es lo que haré,
pero lo que sí que sé es que esté donde este
siempre necesitaré a ese alguien por el que sentir,
pensar, y hacer algo, siempre se necesita a alguien
sea hombre o mujer, sea blanco o negro, sea chico o grande
y lo peor de todo... sea la persona más buena del mundo o
sea un cabrón. Pero siempre necesitamos a alguien
Nos aferramos a esa persona como si fuera la última cosa que
fueramos a ver en este mundo y como si sólo existiera su presencia
en este mundo de locos.
Te tapa los ojos y no ves la realidad, a veces para bien y a veces para mal.
Pero lo que si hace es alimentar tu alma cada día con dosis de su amor, para así
tener en que pensar y
OuroborosWhere do dreams beginOuroboros5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and reality end?
Fire and Water
Sky and Sea
mirror each other
the horizon an
Day and Night
locked in an eternal
Earth embraces Air
is the viel over our eyes?
First Man and First Woman
The world spins
and we do not see
past our separateness.
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
ideas to meSpouting like lavaideas to me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a volcanoe,
ideas spring forth,
like an arrow from a bow.
It's almost five,
I haven't slept.
I write this instead,
when I'm much more adept.
Indeed I'm strange,
only writing before dawn.
But if you looked into my mind,
you're head'd turn into a bomb.
I know what you're thinking,
"This guy's just weird!"
Well there I'd have to agree,
but I am one to be feared.
I have a knack
for writing stories.
I like what I write,
all the bloodies and gories.
But if you could see
what went on inside,
your brain would melt
and your eyes vaporize.
lives severedThis is for lovelives severed8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a journey that did
two lives sever
no one could belive it
no one would belive it
they thought them a special pair
but then, fate bit
midway through the cursed excursion
an evil befell them
a terrible beast
that sought to fell them
the boy did slay it
to a terrible cost
he wrought on oa curse
thus for him, all hope was lost
he had to roam
as an ugly, horrid beast
never again loved
and never at peace
HopeHope10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems that i have the ability
to see the hearts of burning stars
but not the privelege to hold them
i can witness heaven walk before me
but i cannot walk with it
everytime, this adds another chamber to my heart
and fills it with the weight of every smile i cause
and every breath that follows
i am kept from the face of beauty by vines of roses
tethered to a withered lotus by the thorns
always just about to break the surface
as another chamber in my heart grows
i know my intentions are pure
but maybe, it's just my skin that's not
maybe beauty is only that reflected on the surface of the water
since surely, i can see her, but not myself
and i could be content with that
if it weren't for every time i try to break the waters
another vine restrains my hand
begging me to reconsider
and come back down into the lotus
to fold myself in the memory of shells
and the faded petals of the past
someday i'll touch the surface
i will fill my heart with stars
and i will make my own salvation
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t live at home right now, not after I promised my mom I’d move out and try to make something of my life. I’ve
Adobe Slabs Segment 6Adobe Slabs Segment 62 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay so the place wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been.
It might've had the faint residual smell of diapers. And there were still some of Mags' things scattered here and there.
But hey! Their toilet was the most sparkling shining perfection this side of the city. M even debated setting up some scented candles.
Surely Ms. Reyna, Billy's mom, would understand though. About the state of the apartment, not the lack of scented candles. Although those still seemed like a pretty good idea. "We have time, don't we?"
“For what?” Billy was in the midst of wiping off Mags’ face after her breakfast as M shuffled through the cleaners below the kitchen sink.
He didn’t know what half of them were for; Ema bought him a separate cleaner for each and every surface in the apartment. He finally came across a multi-purpose cleaner that he had bought back when he moved in to the place last year and set it on top of the counter. “To t
Little Runaways (Teenager AU) (Destiel) Disheveled, hurt and angry, Dean sat alone in the recliner of the motel, his entire right arm engulfed in a flaming pain. And it wasn't like John cared. His father only sent him away, told him to book it, to the motel room and not even to heal but to do more pointless research while him and Sam finished up tonight. Stupid vampires. Breaking peoples arms.Little Runaways (Teenager AU) (Destiel)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Everytime he tried to even move his arm a little, the flames would just burn even hotter.
"Wonder how much he would care if I ran off," Dean said to no one, his reflection frowning back at him in the blank television screen. Sam did all the time and Dean got the blunt end of it. But if he ran away...
"Don't do it," said a voice that appeared seemingly out of no where. Dean turned to find Castiel standing behind him, his hands resting on the recliner.
Dean sighed, his eyes rolling back in annoyance. "Can you-?" He lifted his arm slightly, the flames roaring makin
Adobe Slabs Segment 2Adobe Slabs Segment 28 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s not that M wasn’t hospitable, he just couldn’t quite remember how to be, exactly. College did that to people. It drowned its inhabitants in waves of cheap pens, pointless handouts, printer ink, stacks of essays, junk food, and practically anything else they can think of that would even remotely render one desensitized to matters of the outside world. Or rather, until they no longer recalled what the prospect of socialization was like. For example, it was only a few days ago that he remembered phones could be used for more than texting. He had received the strangest call from a friend of a friend of a friend, or…well, it was something like that.
Details, details. Whatever.
M heard a knock at the front. A meek, unassuming (almost polite) knock that could only belong to the one person of the group he had been expecting to knock. With an unsure glance at the state of his couch, he went
winningLife is a game,winning8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you play to win.
if you think like me,
then raise your chin.
Ignore the others
except your love
for if you succede,
you will rise above.
Try to be careful,
high in the sky.
It's a long way down,
so your wit must be sly.
Late Night Texts 14C: Sam told me to ask you what you were wearing.Late Night Texts 143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D: Did he now? That's considerate of him.
C: I do not understand why Sam told me to ask you that but now I am curious as to your attire.
D: Oh really?
C: We both know I would not have said it if it were not true.
D: You take all the fun out of this.
C: If you do not satisfy my curiosity about your clothes, I will send you back to hell.
D: Pushy, pushy.
C: Dean. I am warning you.
D: Fine, you pushy bastard.
D: I am wearing boxers.
C: I have not known you to go commando before.
D: You seriously take all the fun out of this.
C: Will you please explain to me what "this" is?
D: It's it's dirty talk, Cas.
C: We are not talking about dirt.
D: Dirty as in sexual, Cas.
C: What do your clothes have to do with this so called dirty talk?
D: Never never mind.
D: So, anyway, what are you wearing?
C: Jimmy Novak.
Late Night Texts 15C: How much value do you place upon your laptop?Late Night Texts 153 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: How much love do you have for your laptop?
S: Is this some sort of joke?
S: Never mind, this is you.
C: I don't understand.
S: I feel like you say that every time we talk.
C: You are missing the point, Sam. How much value do you place on your laptop?
S: I love it. It means a lot to me. I'd be fucked without it.
C: There is no reason for my inquiry.
S: What happened to my laptop?
S: I will trap you with holy oil unless you tell me what happened.
C: Do you recall the film that I took Dean to see?
S: The Avengers?
C: Yes, that one.
S: Yeah I remember, why?
C: Because he has picked up the habits of one of the main characters.
S: And by that you mean?
C: he thinks he is the Hulk.
C: He destroyed your laptop.
S: W why would he do that?
C: I have already told you, he is under the current impression that he is the Hulk.
S: What the hell man?! Cas told me wh
Every YouTube Fight Ever(This will almost certainly contain heavy profanity and the usernames used in this were pulled out of my own head and aren't any real people that I know of but if someone has usernames matching them then it's probably coincidental).Every YouTube Fight Ever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SamusFan20 in the video description: This is my Metroid compilation of pictures in a slideshow featuring Samus set to Queen's "We Will Rock You." I hope you guys enjoy.
DisgruntledAsswipe87: Jesus Christ you're such a faggot. Why the hell would you post pics of a fictional girl and set it to Queen? Do yourself a favor and go get a REAL GIRLFRIEND, loser. Oh, and stop shaming such a great band with such a shitty video game and your BS imature antics at attempting to fap to it.
(In reply to DisgruntledAsswipe87) ConcernedStranger17: Hey, calm the fuck down, douchebag. If this person is so "immature," than what the hell are you doing on a video meant for a video game girl, anyway? I bet you were at home looking for something to fap to and found this and decide
What Was Really SaidWhat was said:What Was Really Said3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean: "Who are you?"
Castiel: "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."
Dean: "Yeah, thanks for that."
What was really said:
Dean: "You're cute."
Castiel: "As are you I (insert creepy rapist Misha smile) gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition if you know what I mean."
Dean: "Yeah I know what you mean."
What was said :
Dean: "God! Don't do that!"
Castiel: "Hello Dean."
Dean: "Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?"
Castiel : "My apologies."
What was really said:
Dean: "Ah! The fuck man?!"
Castiel: "I missed you, Dean."
Dean: "Cas, we've talked about this. No sex until it's dark."
Castiel: "Fine... but tonight, I will own you."
What was said:
Castiel: (after Dean wakes up after dreaming about Hell) "Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?"
What was really said:
Castiel: "I read your mind, Dean you are a naughty man."
What was said:
Sam: "Sorry, I would hug you, but "
Castiel: "It would be awkward."
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.
And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.