Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 9Roxas walked silently down the hallway, eyes trained on the path ahead and nothing else. He had been trying desperately to shut his thoughts off ever since he had parted ways with Vexen and Lexaeus. After talking to the Chilly Academic, the creator of the Elixir, Roxas found nothing but a bitter sort of dread rather than the words of hope he thought he'd find from the scientist.Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Old crackpot...' Roxas snorted, rolling his eyes for just a second as he mentally torched that "old" man for his stupid experiments.
Even that old coot scientist didn't know the true power of that small flask of rose scented liquid. What Axel thought would be a harmless prank a week ago was perhaps slowly killing him and everyone who touched it.
The worst thing about this situation was he had been a part of it all; Roxas could have stopped it all right at the beginning, yet he didn't. He even went so far as to taking the first step toward destruction by slipping the elixir on Marluxia. It wa
Not TodaySkin-and-Not Today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone shadow of
the saviour moon—
"What do we say,"
wolf girl, ghost of
tomorrows never been,
"to the god of death?"
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
different shining stars.so maybe you did break my heart and maybe you have no idea. so maybe i'm just a silly little girl who wants so much out of life all at once and maybe i'm just starving to live the life i'm pretty sure i could never have.different shining stars.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so maybe i'm just a silly girl with too many freckles and too many of those imperfections and maybe i think of too many ways to doubt myself. so maybe i think that we belong and maybe i just fall too hard every single time someone smiles at me.
i'll spend my nights wishing and my days shooting for a different shining star.
Kraina Wiecznej MlodosciDzisiaj były jego trzydzieste urodziny.Kraina Wiecznej Mlodosci5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Locke załamał ręce.
Leżąc na wznak na łóżku w swoim własnym pokoju omiótł jeszcze raz posępnym spojrzeniem ściany dookoła siebie. Na zewnątrz panowała pochmurna, ciemna szarówka i radosny, błękitny odcień pokoju był teraz zimny i przygnębiający. Przywodził na myśl sam środek wzburzonego, zimnego oceanu, który lada chwila miał pogrążyć w swojej toni wszystko, co ostatkiem sił unosiło się na jego powierzchni.
Mężczyzna usiadł ze spuszczona głową, podrapał się po swoim kilkudniowym zaroście, po czym powolnym ruchem wstał i podszedł do okna. Osiedle, na którym się wychowywał wyglądało tak jak zwykle. Nie zmieniło się, od kiedy sięgał pamięcią. Jednakowe, szare, ob
Bitlets 60I am beginning to wonder if wondering is the beginning of what I am.Bitlets 602 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
OverdueIf you were a story, you'd be several chapters long, with words that will tell of who you were, how you were and what you meant to me.Overdue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Letters will paint the picture of how I remember you, and, if I flipped the pages fast enough, our tragedy will unravel and unfold fast; a motion capture of how you never came for me.
And, after run-ons and paragraphs and so many full sentences, the last line would be a fragment, because that's the truth of what we became, what we are now and I don't know how to put it any other way.
People will read it, read about you, and you and me, and when they reach the end, they will puzzle and ask where the missing pages are.
I will take your book back (written for you, and only you, with your scent as the bookmarks, and your fragile smile as the spine), and my brittle mouth will curl as I try not to cry, and I will show them my empty pockets and tell them if only there were any.
Wings of HopeIf I had wings,Wings of Hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd fly away from the darkness
- To my siblings.
Why can't I know what's happiness?
If I saw light,
I would make me cute and pretty;
In such a blight
Could my loved ones recognize me?
If I knew hope,
I'd find the strength to fight the fear!
I'd climb this slope
And discover you were so near
"I'm always near!
I'm in your heart when you're crying
I kiss your tears
I come to offer you my wings
- Guardian angel
- Don't cry my sweet; I'm here for you,
Do never lose your faith in you.
everything falls away.i seem to be good at this game.everything falls away.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so are you, because you always kept me playing long enough to make me think i was winning.
we are broken clockswe're living with skinned knee caps and bruised hearts and broken clocks. maybe i'm dizzy and i don't know how to stop spinning. we are broken capillaries and dog eared paperbacks; i'm just a calendar that hasn't been flipped yet. maybe i'm just another page in your pointless magazine and maybe i'm just delusional today because i actually believed i was someone.we are broken clocks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm the worn out pages of a used novel and the plaster that used to cover your broken organs. i'm another face that you don't dare to look at and i'm the blood that drips from my burned knees and the clock that seems to be moving backwards.
and you're just a black and blue and purple bruise on my useless heart. but maybe i'll get by, because we never really cared anyway.
birds on a wire.today i saw two birds sitting on a telephone wire and i wondered if maybe they were on a date. i wondered if i were a bird, if i would have lots of dates that we spent sitting on a telephone wire watching the clouds shape shift and watching the cars roll by, with little kids pointing out the window saying, "look mom, those two birds are sipping coffee in a cute little cafe on the telephone wire!"birds on a wire.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
of course, the wire would never be able to hold a cafe.
but i'm still stuck wondering if i will ever have a date, whether i'm a bird or not.
i wish i could tell you that i don't miss you in the type of way that makes my stomach churn, but i do. i really really do.
i miss hugging you from behind, even if you would just stand there and even if the backpack you never put in your locker got in the way. i liked being able to say i hugged you, even if you didn't like it and even if i didn't know how i felt and even if we weren't two birds sitting on a telephone wire sipping lattes at a sm
changing shades.this is me trying to love you until the sun turns black and the clouds disintegrate into the sky. this is my lullabies becoming translucent lies, and my whispers becoming too loud for you to understand. this is my story that's still being written.changing shades.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are the words that i keep trying to put in your mouth; the things you used to say and the times you told me you missed me first. these are the things i remember too fondly and i yearn to never forget. these are my thoughts i jotted down for you, hoping you might like to read them one day.
Love.What is love?Love.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Love is when you miss him before he has even left
When you could listen to him talk for hours and not get tired of his voice
When he is the only thing you think about
And you know you love him without a doubt
Love is when you look into his eyes,
And are able to see no lies,
When you want him to hold you tight,
And never let you go without a fight
Love is when he is the reason why you get up every day,
When he is the rising and setting sun
When his touches send shivers down your spine,
When he says you are his and you say "you are mine"
Love is when you hate to share him with anyone else,
Because you want him with you forever
When you can't imagine life without him,
Because he is your everything
Love is when you can't let him go,
Because it hurts too much
When you can't stand the thought of him being with someone else,
Because you know that he's the only one for you
Love is when you feel his pain,
When you share the same spirit,
And its as if you are not two bodies, but on
Blood LustThe constant thirst,Blood Lust5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The need of blood,
Resisting the urge,
It's all too much,
You lash out,
And you begin to suck,
Till they are d
You.My heart grows warm at the sight of your smile,You.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Like a warm summer day,
My skin aches for your touch,
As I imagine your smooth fingers gently grazing my skin
The heat quickly rising to my cheeks,
Turning them a slight pink
Your beautiful eyes, reflecting pure happiness every time I look at them,
Make me melt, and wonder how can you be so beautiful
Your hair, so exquisite, so soft,
Makes me want to run my fingers through it,
Softly detangling the ends,
Since you are too lazy to comb them yourself
Those beautiful lips,
Adorned with such a pale rosy pink color,so round and full,
Make me want to kiss them softly and gently,
Making sure to never forget the feel of them
Those strong arms, firm and muscular,
Make me want to wrap them around me,
And make sure they never let go
Holding me tight forever, keeping me warm
It's so hard to keep this feelings inside of me,
Because i know we might never come to be,
But still i wait, i hope, i pray,
For you to notice me someday.
blockade.it was a brief momentblockade.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of anger; it was a short trip
to sadness land.
but we're finding ways
to say we're over
i was your
mother your sister and
brother; i was everyone
who loved you and
never left and abused
i screamed. i cried.
i was a brief moment
of anger; but it feels like
but forever happened yesterday.
talk to me sober.alcohol is your besttalk to me sober.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
friend while my innocence
is mine, you have your
lies and i have my life.
which do you
honestly think will
we spend weekends at
bars and weekdays on
the roof of your parents
no one lives here
now so it's the
perfect place for
you to have sex with
strangers and get drunk.
i'm alive, i'm alive.
you're only dreaming.
i spend weekends walking
down the street where the
bar used to be, and i spend
weekdays working like
you still think you're
going somewhere, and your band
is going to make it
someday we'll all be
dead all you will be
no where. no one will
remember you because
no one knows you, no
one loves you.
everything is ayy okay.you scream like you'veeverything is ayy okay.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never felt alive;
i scream like i
wish everything was
all a lie; everything was
all too real.
you wonder if we
are ever supposed to
fall in love and
i wonder if i'm
ever going to be high
again and how.
you believe in love.
i believe in reality.
you lie to your-
self and every-
one around you; you
say you have hopes and
and they're coming true
i'm brutally honest to
everything i've never
believed in; i said hearts
and hopes are based
cross my heart and
hope to die; i'm
spending tonight in
the dumpster again because
is too damn cold.
you said you would
take me home and
make me feel alive
but i (being
the definition of a masochist)
strangled every hope
you ever had till it
was as blue as your
you can't stand on your
own anymore; it's not my
fault; all i did was show you
what real-life is like.
i'm starting to miss you.
and i'm beginning to
stonei know hearts break easy,stone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've still got a couple
metaphors for the lonelywe were too busy building galaxies to see the sadness invested in our hearts. and our faces were like geometric planes that were never molded to fit. if you searched my bag you'd find cinnamon and an x ray of your chest; things i want to keep with me no matter what state i'm in. sometimes i imagine us as part of a world that hasn't grown old yet.metaphors for the lonely4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you folded my heart into an origami bird and tried to let me be free, but all you did was break me down and now i can't seem to find the edges of myself.
i don't know what you need, but i am sorry that i couldn't be enough.
awakethree hoursawake6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after the proverbial sunrise
i found a hole in my wall
only to realize
i had no walls at all
empty emotions are
the epitomy of
and how we find out
the meaning of tomorrow's today
i don't need to come up for
watch me sway
i'm on my way out
no more sleeping in
thoughts of youi would like to remember you by your silences, by the tiny nuances and way you wrote your words slanted. i hold onto the moments at night when i am neither sad nor lonely without you, and i always wish they would stay a bit longer. you were like my favourite ring that i wore everyday, and then suddenly one day you were gone; lost to a sink or a street sewer.thoughts of you3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i will always think of you as a piece of art-strokes of colour and longing and mess all balled up into one tiny portrait. you are a thought in my heart that is always warm with remembrance and peace. sometimes i wonder if you think of me at night, if in your heart you remember me as a soft pillow as i remember you, but then i realize i am being silly.
and so i go to bed and try to rest my mind from thoughts of you.
how it goesthis is how it goes; you meet a boy and you think he's cute and you hope that maybe someday you will kiss the nape of his neck. the ache grows inside of you like a tumour, you feel it pulsing every single day and there is a piece inside of you that hopes he likes you back.how it goes4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
then you start to doubt it, you start to think you're ugly and your chubby and your clothes aren't pretty, but then you realize if you want him to like you, you have to like you as well. so you start to like yourself more, you're happier and you think he likes you back, which makes everything so much better.
one day he walks you to the bus and you wonder how time managed to put you here, and you see his lips moving but all you hear is the sound of your heart hammering. you agree to go on a date with him, and you try hard not to maul him when you hug him goodbye. you sit on the bus smiling and miss your stop, but it's alright, because it's a breathtaking day.
things are beautiful for a long time, trees look like they