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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.
Mending Wounds Chapter 3Chapter Three: Falling ApartMending Wounds Chapter 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jezz West. Where's the fire?" Roy said sarcastically when Wally's car pulled into the driveway. His demeanor however, quickly changed when he saw the blood on Wally's shirt.
"Wally, What's going on? Who's blood is that? What are-?"
Roy was cut off by Wally's raised hand. He got out of the car and quickly opened the back seat door.
Roy stood to the side quietly watching the speedster. Wally was rarely this careful and slow with anything. Whatever it was, it was serious. He thought he was ready for anything. But when Roy saw who exactly was in the speedsters arms, he couldn't help but gasp.
"Dick?" Roy asked. "Wally. How?"
Wally ignored his questions and made a beeline for the door.
"Roy. The door."
Roy shook his head and to get over the initial shock of seeing his best friend who had disappeared for over half a year. "Yeah, got it." He said while pulling out the key and unlocking the door to their house.
He managed to turn on the light and usher Wally in be
You BetA short little 'coming out' story. BirdFlashYou Bet3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hmmm?" the older boy hummed, lazily running his fingers through the shaggy black hair fanned out on his chest.
"Do you love me?" Wally snapped his head up, staring down into the innocent blue eyes of his boyfriend.
"'Course I do, Dick. You know that." Dick smiled softly and snuggled further into Wally's chest, apparently ending the conversation there. Wally wasn't having it. "What's wrong babe?"
"Nuthin's wrong," Dick murmured. Wally brushed aside a strand of Dick's hair and tilted his face up to look in his eyes.
"I thought we didn't lie to each other." Dick cast his eyes aside and a faint blush spread across his cheeks.
"I won't laugh, scout's honor." Wally held up three fingers in the scout salute, and Dick couldn't help but smile through his embarrassment. He sighed and laid his head back on Wally's chest.
"Well, I just sometimes feel like maybe...maybe we shouldn't hide anymore. You love me, and I love you,
Uncovering the MoleRobin quickly grabbed Kid Flash's right glove and tugged him fast down the hall, the sound of their feet hitting the floor hard advertising their location, but the ebony among them knew that there was nowhere to hide. They weren't safe. They just needed to stall until the League and the rest of the team showed up to save the day and take them back to Mount Justice, but even then, they weren't safe. Safe shouldn't even be considered a real word when on the topic of any form of hero because just like the word perfect, neither are actual words. No one can be safe, same with perfection an impossible goal. The two heroes running down the hall didn't want to be perfect though. They just wanted to avoid the men with guns tracking them down.Uncovering the Mole3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"How did they find us?" Robin demanded to know, his voice a sharp hiss, never letting up on the tight grip he had on the red glove in fear of losing his ginger. "We snuck in undetected! Batman hacked the motion censors even! Someone snitched on us!"
What's in a Name?Rating: PG-13What's in a Name?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning: Some language, slight suggestive themes.
Summary: Wally and Dick are arguing over which sounds better: 'Wally Grayson' or 'Richard West', when Artemis and M'gann walk in on them. Confusion, dramatic proposals, and swooning Robins ensue. Wally/Dick bromance.
April 26, 06:19 p.m. EDT}
"Hey Rob? Which sounds better: Wally Grayson or Richard West?" Wally inquired out of the blue, looking up suddenly from the slightly crumpled paper he was scribbling on. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Mount Justice living room, leaning against the couch. His chemistry notes were sprawled across the carpet as he wrote his lab report (which he had procrastinated on the last few weeks, and was now due the next day). Dick occupied the entire couch itself, one foot dangling down lazily and his hands propped behind his head. His eyes were closed behind the ever-present sungla
Good Looking Guy In A BeanbagThe horror genre was the one that was most popular with Axel, he watched every horror film that came out and then bought then on DVD even if he hadn't actually enjoyed them which was forever confusing his friends but what Axel really loved about the horror genre, were the books.Good Looking Guy In A Beanbag3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If you had taken a look at Axel you would think that he was an idiot, a juvenile and a punk, of course Axel was still an overbearing asshole sometimes but he wasn't stupid and he had never ever gotten in trouble with the police.
He loved to read the horror books to dive into the world of blood and gore, apart from the horror games he played, it was one of his only ways to escape the boring and extremely non-violent Destiny Islands.
Destiny Islands was a very small island with very few people on it and it was in the middle of the sea making Axel wonder how on Gaia his parents managed to get here as he was certain that his parents had been born and raised up in a place called One Hundred Acre Wood which was far f
You Mean More To Me Than She Does "You could've died, Dick!" Wally's angered shout echoes around the hall, and even he is surprised by how loud it is.You Mean More To Me Than She Does3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"It shouldn't have happened!" Wally's on a rage, his anger is bubbling off him and he doesn't know how much he'll be able to pour out in this moment. "The mountain blew up-"
Dick turns away from him, back to the table, a blanket falling off his shoulders. "I'm sorry your souvenirs got destroyed." He takes a sip of steaming coffee, completely oblivious to his best friends' torn expression.
As soon as the hurt his him, the anger is back and he grabs him, spins him around to face him, and traps him against the table. "Don't you understand anything?" His face is right next to his, breath blowing across the ebony man's cheek. "I don't care about the stupid souvenirs," his voice is no longer loud, angry. It's quiet, stern. "I care about you, Idiot."
Cloud-WatchingWally and Boy Wonder lay on the floral blanket they had draped over the grassy hill to watch the clouds. Summer was an extremely anticipated time of year for the kids. Because of the sheer heat, villains and criminals were just too drowsy and unenergetic to cause as much trouble as they did in the rest of the year. The young heroes finally had a bit of free-time to just be kids.Cloud-Watching3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boy Wonder pointed upward at one of the clouds. "Look. It kind of looks like the Batman symbol," he said with a slight smile. Wally scoffed and put his hands behind his head.
"How can you see anything with those stupid sunglasses, anyways?" Wally jeered. "You know, you shouldn't have to wear those around me. You and I have been friends longer than anyone else. And yet you still have to hide your identity "
Robin glanced at him a moment. A soft sigh left his lips, and he looked away.
Wally continued. "When we're out on missions, you wear that dumb mask. How can you even see anything? None of us wear masks.
How to get famous through UTAUThis is a text about the UTAU fandom.. and basically how to get famous with UTAU.How to get famous through UTAU4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm writing this because I'm tired of people neglecting VERY good UTAUs just because they don't have the greatest art in the world.
I'm also writing this because I think we need to pay attention to all the UTAU users, and not just the ones who happen to draw well. When you see someone struggling with UTAU, don't just walk away because of their artwork - be nice and help them. We're a big family here!
So lately there's been a lot of new UTAUs popping up, and I can't not notice that people have been popping up as "new, famous" users as well. The problem for me is.. the UTAUs with the greatest artwork become famous, whilst the UTAUs with "regular" art or art that "does not look as good" are being neglected! I really don't think that's fair.
If we all start out with our UTAUs, some piece of artwork and then a song which we upload to YouTube, then why aren't we all famous? A lot of people like UTAUs
Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight7 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.
Sealed With a Kiss [Birdflash]Summary: Dick is standing at the top of Wayne Tower, ready to jump, ready to fall. Ready to end his life Wally is running faster than he's ever been, grabbing, catching. Can he make Dick see the sense in life again? High T rating. Slash: Kid Flash/Robin Wally/Dick.Sealed With a Kiss [Birdflash]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rating: High T
Warning: Suicide attempt, slight language, angst, and slash.
Author's Note: In this story, Dick is fifteen and Wally is seventeen. Thirteen is just a little too young in my opinion.
December 16, 09:52 p.m. EDT}
Robin was cold. It was December, and a typical Gotham Friday night: dark and grimy, with the promise of rain. He let out a deep sigh, his warm breath clouding the frosty air momentarily. He clutched at the metal railing before him, the only thing separating him from the empty darkness t
FFVII Old Ghosts EpilogueOld Ghosts – Epilogue. "The Silver Kitten".FFVII Old Ghosts Epilogue3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author: The Magic Rat
Pairing: Cid/Vincent, Rufus/Tseng, Cloud/Reno, Tifa/Barret.
Word Count: 4065
Website – Ex Libris: http://www.winter-wood.net/ex-libris/index.html
Live Journal: http://delaese.livejournal.com/profile
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Part I, II, III, IV, & V (on LJ): http://delaese.livejournal.com/570118.html
Part I, II, III, IV, & V (on DA): http://magicrat.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d4ekqbe
Disclaimer: All Final Fantasy Seven characters, pla
Truly a WitchWhat does it mean to be a Witch?Truly a Witch5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its not about chasing a golden snitch!
Lucky Black Cat and Pointy Hat?
There's no real need for all that tat!
Watching Charmed on the telly?
Tattooing triskelle on your belly?
Singing along to Practical Magic?
Oh, dont be so bloody tragic!
Watching Twilight and New Moon,
Cant wait for the next one 'coming soon'?
Angel and Buffy are your Heroes?
Get a life, their only TV shows!
Hung with Silver everywhere,
Eager for disapproving stare!
Teenage fad thats 'oh so cool'?
Dont be such a rebellious fool!
Bookcase filled with TeenWitch books?
Huh, money taken by corporate crooks!
Shelves filled with crystals so fine?
Dont so waste your bloody time!
All these are thing any Witch may choose to do,
But doing them does not a Witch make you!
Being a Witch means none need see,
Being a Witch means you have to be free!
If you truly seek to be a Witch,
And you need to find your own niche,
Then it is inside that you must look,
Wisdom does not come from a bo
GxV: I Listen To Vegeta SpeakGxV: I Listen To Vegeta Speak4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT/Kai nor any of its characters mentioned below. Yesterday was the Saiyajin's Day (0318)-- in order to offer a tribute, took some time to modify a big part of this deviation, including my comment. Enjoy!
Warning: Character death, angst.
I listen to Vegeta speak...
【Goku's POv】: Through a mangled heart.
With regret swelling his chest,
Driven into darkness;
Like a tortuous nightmare-
Crystaline jewels poured down
at a pace I've never seen before.
Feeling uneasy, impotent
To know I can't turn back time.
His wall had fallen- really hard.
--'I... didn't know.'
--Was this all I could say for?!
This 'Prince', the person I was
Supposed to get rid off..
Was now.. dying, under my feet.
Tried to comprehend
A past I've never known of;
A horrible fate for the race
I'm ignorant it existed;
--When in default I've belonged.
--'He must die...!'
he was a storyteller.We would sit under moon cloudshe was a storyteller.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching the sun sparkles disappear
from the crowded air. You told me
that every one word answer
had a story behind it.
[I guess you were a storyteller, just
not wanting to share your stories;
your first reaction to everything was
"Do you care?"
a. You spent summers in my attic,
refusing to let the dust kill beauty.
You would rhyme off Shakespeare, as
we would forget about the stars, and
count tree limbs instead.
b. You watched me catch lies and turn
them into truths. I was oblivious to the
flashing signs telling me to watch out
for the fall ahead of me. Maybe I thought
you would be there to catch me.
c. You would tell me, "shh stop talking,
you'll ruin it." I never found out what 'it'
was until you were on the front porch
begging me not to cry. "Just stop, you've
already ruined us."
"Did you ever care?"
strangers.I was sitting in a place where people write letters they dont send. People were staring around me that day as they sipped their cups of heartache, staring at a place and a time far beyond my reach. And I wondered who this man was, standing here before me, ready to burst with lovers turmoil and denials optimism.strangers.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He was tall, above six-foot. It took a lot to make him smile. Because something inside of him was broken, I could see. His hands were tilted wrongly and his mouth was in a slant, and the spark was gone from his eyes. Something must have been twisted.
There was a cracking noise, and I realized it was the window. The man with the twisted insides didnt look up, but everyone else did. The window had a line finer than hair flowing through it now; I noticed it looked like the stuff inside your lungs, or veins, or the roots of a tree. I wanted to reach out and trace the lines with my fingers, but the man with the lopsided grip dropped a quarter on the floor as h
UntitledWhen we went to Norway we killed slugs.Untitled5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We ate dinner at midnight as the sun revolved overhead, spinning in slow concentric circles, never dipping beyond the horizon. There was no night.
We looked up at the clouds, and she asked us if we wanted to do her a favor-to justify spending the night in her garage apartment at no cost. We weren't freeloaders, so we said O.K. She told us about the slugs.
There were hundreds of them crawling around the garden area-small families leaving slime trails on rock walls. We collected them one at a time, placing each of them in a huge plastic bag. We saw them pile on top of each other, felt their collective weight tugging on the plastic. Watched them squirm around, looking for any signal of familiarity, their antennae moving this way and that, trying to make sense of their situation.
We went in front of the garage and found some little guys crawling in cracks of asphalt. &
write your reality in his eyeshe said his name was oliver.write your reality in his eyes6 years ago in Teen More Like This
he was painted with the colour of lies and had puppet string fingers. He smelt of burnt wood and methylated spirits. his eyes were uninhabited; there was nothing there. under the moon light you couldn't tell that his teeth were just slightly yellow, but under the sunlight you could tell that he was breaking. he was falling apart. he was vacant. he was, everything but beautiful.
he held her hand.
she said her name was madeline.
she had golden hair that curled in little ringlets around her waist. she had skinny legs and slender hips and a smile that could stop traffic. she couldn't bear to watch people suffer and she liked to re-write reality, the way she wished it was. she knew though, on the inside, that she couldn't re-write her lost forever and always
she pressed her lips to his collar-bone
he lived by night.
the walls of his room were painted beige and he had messy hair. he had always been attracted to lip-piercings and black hair. his fat
My Name Is Hopev.My Name Is Hope6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun looks so happy now. I think it's reflecting how I feel. The drops of dew sparkle like diamonds and the air is carrying the sweetest fragrance on its breeze. This is life. This is what I'm fighting for. The chance to breathe and say, "I am more than what you are trying to make me. You cannot break me. I am alive, and my name is Hope."
The clouds clear. I'm beginning to remember the time before war; famine; genocide; violence (so much violence). I can hear the laughter...the joy. My spirit lifts...perhaps there's faith yet.
I was taught that rain drops are angel tears. I know what they are crying for, and why it seems like a never ending flood. I've seen the truth in a child's eyes, lost and afraid, searching for comfort, food, love.
The angels are crying because everyone has given up.
I have given up.
I saw a man today. He spit and laughed at a homeless man begging for food and spare change. "You're worthless," he said, m
Come BackThey say absence makes theCome Back6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart grow fonder
but every day you're
a piece of my heart breaks
and crumbles to ash
at my feet.
or there may be nothing left.
extirpate collab01.extirpate collab6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we've lived in darker places
but this blackness is unbearable
like this hollow feeling i have
in the space where my ribcage used to meet
and the sirens scream louder
when they're refracting dying octaves
and last chance words that spell out "i'msorry"
in the flashing of red lights against stucco walls
and as they roll out the sunny yellow caution tape
that seems so out of place in starless night air
i notice how the floor feels colder under my crooked spine
and i try to figure out when it got so hard to breathe
well, we've been in the cracks for quite a while,
but it feels so different now, and i figured
it's no longer fun when it's only you who's laughing
and it should be an awful sound, but it
sounds like the winterwind singing the prettiest lullabies;
cold, but so, so damn beautiful
and when i touch your peach cheeks
i feel the need to tell you
that you're the sky, the clouds that hide the lights up there
that you're the grass, tickling butterflies and all the little things
Yours Truly, RoderichI've never been more at a loss for words. It's odd, but I've never actually been in a "creative slump" before. It just never happens. I can sit at my piano for days and days and I'm still satisfied. Sometimes I skip meals simply because I'm so wrapped up in playing that I forget to eat.Yours Truly, Roderich4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
But for the first time in a countless number of years, I had sat down at my bench, spread my fingers over the ivory, perfectly poised to play, and I couldn't find any music. Perhaps I just had too much on my mind, or maybe I hadn't been sleeping well, although I'm sure neither of those are the case.
The problem is, I actually do know what is causing me to be so stifled. Though in this case, that would be a who, not a what.
Possibly the most obnoxious, ignorant man I have ever met. Never in my life has anyone been able to get so deeply under my skin. No matter how hard I try, I just can't understand him. Not that I want to, really, but who wouldn't be curious as to what goes on in the head of yo
PrussiaxReader: (untitled):Ch 1: The Waiting GamePrussiaxReader: (untitled):Ch 1: The Waiting Game3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Why is it so humid in the summer? I always wonder. The air is always so thick and muggy. Too bad my air conditioner barely works. Well, unless you were to sit right in front of it. Summer is so plain here without Gilbert. I actually miss his loud mouth and sometimes offensive humor. I know I hide it, but I do miss him.
This summer, Gilbert decided to go with his brother, Ludwig, on vacation. It was only supposed to last two weeks, but it's been a month and a half and I've become a little worried. He calls every other day or so like I made him promise to do, otherwise I'd punch him in the balls, I said. Everything is going well, he says and he's having a blast. It sure seems like it from the fact that he says: "we'll be here a few more days!" whenever I ask. I can hear completely the slyness in his voice and I can just imagine him with a smirk on his face as he tells me this repeatedly.
There's just about a month until school starts again. Just the thought makes me shudder. I'll be in 1
give up.today i am a pessimist-give up.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is just a
than it's supposed to be,
and i'd much rather
than become a "you and me".
today i am a tragedy-
i want you to make me
and let out all the air
that i've been holding
inside of me
until my lungs have become bare.
i find myself having to practice
how to put a smi