Black Pumpkin BioFull Name: Yet to be RevealedBlack Pumpkin Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): Black Pumpkin (BP)
Hair Color: Doesn't have hair
Eye Color: Red
Family: A son and daughter, Lucian and Andreea. Both dead
Power(s): Conjuration, Regeneration, Manipulation, Affliction, Dark Energia Destruction, Resurrection
Abilities: Weapon Master, Super Speed, Unlimited Strength
Weapon(s): Muertos Scythe with endless capabilities, Dark Energia
Info: The Black Pumpkin, a True Muertos, with a goal. He is quite the demented, serious, intense, and psychotic Muertos. Whenever it is necessary, the Black Pumpkin destroys his enemies from within, making them wish they were dead, making them weak and vulnerable. Whatever the Black Pumpkin is planning, a huge amount of Energia, and a certain Jäger out of the picture, is only part of it. Despite his harsh attitude, he can be quite the gentleman towards his fellow Muertos. Unlike most antagonists you see in other projects, he
BetrayalBetrayalBetrayal8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dark eyes can no longer show emotion,
I am numb to everything around me.
You were the one to make me this way,
Cold and heartless, filled with only fury.
I believed your good intentions,
I endured your playful ridicule.
I followed you with unyielding devotion,
But you were a fraud. And I? A fool.
You turned away when I needed you most,
Leaving me to a fate so horrendous.
I had lovingly given you my fragile glass heart,
But you broke it into a million pieces.
For a moment I could feel nothing
But the dull throb of ache and depression.
Then it all came crashing down on me:
The sadness, the grief, the anger, the desperation.
I realised my grave mistake,
I had let you use me as your own.
There was nothing more I could do now
Except whimper, scream, thrash and moan.
I pushed you away, shunned you out
And steeled myself for pain.
I slowly began to put my heart back together,
But it was imperfect, never again to be the same.
Now here I stand, emotionless and bitte
GehennaI recall theGehenna5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I no longer
felt at peace
Such a subtle
I could see
I closed the
October 17th, 2010
Avenge My AngelShe's all dressed up,Avenge My Angel5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with no where to go.
That pale rose skirt,
and her hair in a bow.
She sings to herself
because nobody's home.
Her mother's upstairs,
Rose petal nails,
and ivory skin.
She's an Earth-bound angel,
in a world of sin.
And she doesn't see him,
as she walks by.
A polite smile,
just another "that guy".
But he wants her,
like he's never wanted before.
He'll be the savior,
in this angel's dark world.
But the day he makes his move,
her mother drinks too much.
Her father returns,
and his love burns to ash.
Screams from the windows,
flames from the door.
The sirens start to wail,
as the rain starts to pour.
With his hood on his head,
his eyes turn to steel.
As the wind whips his face,
he refuses to feel.
And all he can see,
in his pounding head,
is his lover's dark father,
and how he wants him dead.
So with her beautiful corpse,
screaming for vengeance,
he kisses her goodbye,
sends her home to the Heavens.
And he turns for the road,
he last saw his back.
Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Millicent flinched in her seat when Parson Cullen slammed his Bible on the pulpit. "In the First Book of the Saint John, we find that 'If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness!' This is the blessing of God, given to man! Do not take this gift in ill-gratitude, sons and daughters of the Lord God..."
Parson Cullen's sermons had grown louder and louder since the death of his son. Millicent Timmins born-again, faithful churchgoer became more concerned for him with each passing year.
After the service, the silent congregation shuffled out of the church into the dark winter night. The sky was clear stars and galaxies twinkled brightly in the evening sky. Millicent shivered as she exited the warm place of worship, pulling her wool cloak closer to her slim body.
She knew her father would be angry that she returned home unescorted once again, but she still wasn't keen on any of the suitors that he par
Silently, you sleep.It maybe hurt,Silently, you sleep.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but will is desire
so powerful to deny.
And so you tell me
of your sound sanity,
words you cannot mean.
Your door is still closed
at nights too dark to bear
in my chest void of my heart.
And so you keep me
inside a closed shell,
promises you cannot make true.
This tingling sensation on the tip of my toes
brings me to another crossroad:
should I follow or just leave?
Maybe the hurting is love
and the love is just a way
to make me dream another day.
Don't Fear, My loveShe sits in the darkDon't Fear, My love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her breath is weakening
With every scream uttered
Her heart is pounding
Echoing inside her head.
She tries to stay focused
Yet all she beholds
Is the void confining her
Trapping her body
Weakening her mind.
It seems like forever
That she last saw the light
Her skin once so soft
Is now cold as a stone
What has she done?
She cannot remember
The most simple sound
As a staggering silence
Is her only company
What has gone wrong?
Suddenly the silence breaks
A creaking sound nearby
Footsteps coming slowly
Time stops, she cannot breathe
Her fate is near , the door opens.
A shadow advances on her
Bearing light in its hands
Murmuring soothing words
Such a familiar voice
A glimmer of hope ?
She innocently smiles
As the shadow leans towards her
Her smile switfly hidden by a firm grip
The shadow keeps on muttering
'Don't fear, my love ... it will soon be over'
GoodbyeI've got an empty bottle for every day you didn't seem to careGoodbye9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I've got 2 more for every day you were wishing I was there
What good is a message in a bottle that doesn't seem to float
Will I still be waiting for you when someday calls tomorrow home?
The storm lies in an empty sky and the sun lies in eclipse
And silently the world watches the calm apocalypse
Now I'm standing in the cold rain as it washes you away
Hoping I'm immortal because forever ends today
I know the worst is yet to come, and I know I'll have to fight
I know sometimes it's just time to say a long goodbye
But it's high time I found another way, it's high time I found somebody new
Cause you weren't worth the good times, and the bad times weren't worth you
When someday calls tomorrow home will you still be crying alone?
Will you scream for me or will you even know I'm gone?
Not that it matters now cause nothing can make me stay
I refuse to tie myself to lost love's corpse as it decays to pain
I hate the love you gav
The Pizza, The Prophet, and MeSo. It all began when the prophet Mohammad, peace and blessings be upon him, came for a visit to my house for some pizza and video games.The Pizza, The Prophet, and Me8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Id had the cheese and garlic pizza, with the pan-style crust with mozzarella crammed inside, and he had the regular old original crust topped with lots of vegetables, a lot of them olives, onions, mushrooms, and green peppers.
He really likes those peppers a lot, so I always make sure I have some in the house in case he decides to come over.
So anyway, there we were: me, lounging on the couch with my feet propped up on the little wooden folding table and he, sitting in his green robe thingy, cross-legged on the carpet.
I told him, as I always do, that he doesnt need to sit on the floor, and that hes a guest in my home and thus, can sit on the couch next to me. In fact, if anything, as a guest, the roles ought to be reversed completely.
And, as always, he just smiles and responds that I am a lady and therefore, I should get the couch
All is Full of LoveStudents were racing up and down Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Steam from the engine was hanging tenderly about their shoulders like a tattered shawl. Snape felt as separate from the scene as if hed been made of smoke himself. He made his way up the platform with dragging footsteps, jostled and elbowed by the excitable students, his stomach weighed down with a feeling of leaden gloom - he was going back to the muggle world. He was used to loneliness, but loneliness in hostile surroundings was another thing entirely. He seemed to feel the air getting thinner, warmer, more stifling, the further he walked from the Hogwarts Express.All is Full of Love8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He felt as though he was a different species from the other students on the platform, as though he was caught up in a herd of stampeding buffalo and, for one bitter, weary moment, he longed to be one of them. It was a moment of weakness, he knew, because he usually cherished his separateness from these giggling imbeciles. He hated them as
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by L. Vera
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.
1/20/89 9:00 A.M.
"How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.
"Good," Martin replied.
"If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice.
"Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the bridge," he stopped.
"Go on," Doctor Wurzbach said.
"He fell... or so I thought he did. But..." he paused again.
"But he did not?" Doctor Wurzbach filled in.
"No. I grabbed his hand and well... he... um... didn't fall."
"So you saved him," Doctor Wurzbach suggested.
"Well, I didn't think I saved him. I just thought it was I don't know "
That RoadThat RoadThat Road4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one less traveled
the one that curves to the left
the one that takes me there and back again
If I close my eyes, I can feel the bump of the wheels
I can smell the fresh autumn air and taste the coming winter
along 'That Road' everything matters and nothing means anything
I mean to spend my life there--living my life;
loving myself. Being myself again.
It's the less traveled road
these roads we travelYou could've been the girl who changed me.these roads we travel4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've fallen down and fallen apart enough times that it gets hard to remember, but sometimes I study my scars in the sunlight and trace the patterns back through time. I spend my mornings living in memories, reliving the places I've scuffed myself, and I've found that romance is better in hindsight. Her kisses are sweeter tinged with nostalgia, and it almost feels like I'm whole again when I'm thinking of the dents she put in my pulse and smoothing out the wrinkles she left in my resolve. For a moment, there's equilibrium, but then the sun is setting and I'm disoriented, dropping fragments of myself between cracks in the sidewalk I'm following down the street and towards an independent sunset. I'm standing on the corner and waiting for the light to turn, and you show up with a wayward smile cradled in your fingers. You press it into my grasp and I'm thinking maybe I've spent too much time looking at my flaws instead of my potential.
You could h
the less i knowsomething new: my breath hitched but the words meant nothing.the less i know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i owed the light peserverent flattery in the form of prose,
stories of what could have been.
the gloom in which i slept was a system altogether unable to measure up to the new universe;
to exist together in perfect cognition is first to understand that i never wish to be better.
how pitiable this impure form to which we all succumb
littered with stars. i am temporary like them, almost, always and never.
I have forgotten how to live. it is late mornings during which i upturn my lazy eyes to the sky
against it's will. there, like you, live millions- and my mind is reborn.
the day comes. easily her gentle beckoning fills our minds. the sky is golden-blue:
unmasterable. we retract our wicked claws and our majestic selves
are now only threats we cannot perceive.
we lie nestled like tired humans together in the cold grass, and the blades are shining
wet with the tears of the dawn. we're late. we're forgotten
you touch the e
Clairvoyance of InsomniaEvery night,Clairvoyance of Insomnia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down this road I walk,
Clairvoyant in perpetual insomnia,
Pencil etches of truth and fantasy,
Criss-cross my vision,
Fourteen cups of 5am coffee,
Still no closer to reality,
A solitary car passes me,
Through my net like mind,
It escapes me,
Streetlights of piteous constraint,
Revealing nothing more,
Yet revel in what they supposedly divulge,
Like pretentious picture frames
Puddles coat the road in truth,
Like any other mirror,
Criticizing the insecure,
Haunting the Vain,
Yet my only friend,
Hides the false and only speaks fact
The joy of truth,
Revealed from a fragile mind,
dying stars.dear you,dying stars.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
Immortal: Chapter 13Chapter 13Immortal: Chapter 136 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When youre going crazy, or even just think youre going crazy, youre perception of reality gets so messed up to the point where youre basically screwed. You can no longer tell whats real from whats in your head. Pretty soon, you start to doubt your whole life, everything that happened to you. Why didnt you start to see things sooner? Or have you always been crazy and the things youve been seeing werent as obvious? If thats the case, what if everything in your life had been fake? What if you imagined everything that had ever happened to you really never happened? Or what if all the people you loved didnt really exist? Just wondering all this was enough to make me lose my mind and I knew I was coming really close to that.
So when I opened my eyes after trying to rub something out of them and found myself in a cemetery instead of in front of my washing machine, I wasnt exactly sure what to make out it. The s
The Upside Down ClownYou may see me as a clownThe Upside Down Clown6 years ago in Other More Like This
But I wear my face upside down
It's not to be funny you see
Something is broken inside of me
I used to laugh and be happy
Now I am sad and sappy
I lost a dear friend today
That's why my smile has gone away
When I look for him, I cannot see
Where in the world he could be
I look and look for minutes and hours
With every passing moment, my smile sours
When I sit in my tent late at night
I wonder how he could have gotten out of my sight
I lay on my pillow and close my eyes tight
I won't give up without a fight
The children look at me and they can't see
My smile is the biggest part of me
I need to fix it and move on
Or my job here will soon be gone
I go to the magician to get some advice
He said to turn the mirror over once or twice
I do as he says and I am on my way
My smile has found me, its a great day
For AlwaysI want to hear the rain drops clear my rooftop,For Always5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to feel your breath and then your heart stop.
My love is one thing I can guarantee,
If I can't feel your touch, you're too far from me.
It more than hurts when you're upset,
It jabs and stabs and makes me sweat.
The pain you feel will heal with time,
Or we'll jam the curse with tonic and lime.
We'll get through it like we always do,
And in the end I need to thank you.
For sticking by me from day to day,
Regardless of the price you pay.
Like a poor man versus a millionaire,
Life without you would not be fair.
I want to hear the rain drops clear my rooftop,
I want to feel your breath and then your heart stop.
I love you.I love you.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do you know you love someone?
You know when you care about them more then yourself.
You know if you would risk your life to save them if they needed you to.
You know if their happiness matters more to you than your own.
You know if you can't be the one that makes them happy, you want them to be with the one who does.
Three years have gone by so fast.
Our friendship hasn't been an easy task.
We have had our ups and downs but somehow we stood our ground.
My sophomore year is when I met you.
That's a yes.
You always had me wanting to look my best.
Even though the outcome wouldn't have changed..
You still found out the wrong way.
She betrayed my trust.
I didn't have anything to say but I didn't want it to end that way.
Sadly our friendship was different after that day.
It was easier just to stop talking to you then to look at you and know you knew the truth.
My Junior year we became better friends.
You helped me through some pretty tough times.
I expected it to be awkwar
Shiver and CryHis eyes are dark and serious; the early morning shadows cover his body like bruises.Shiver and Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His breath curls out like smoke from his mouth; a goodbye is frozen between his teeth.
He shivers violently, his bones in sharp relief against his skin. She watches his heart flutter below his collarbone and imagines him chasing butterflies.
"Are you cold?" she asks.
He folds his arms across his chest and presses his fingers against his shoulder blades.
Their eyes lock and one last time it feels like fire. The goodbye melts onto his tongue, but he can't speak.
Then she's gone, and cold rain begins to fall like tears on his face.
"Yes." he whispers.