Spyro x Cynder Valentine's DaySpyro x Cynder story - Burning Rage or Burning Passion?Spyro x Cynder Valentine's Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spyro, with Cynder by his side, pressed on through the ashes of the place he once called home. He recognised the big tree that himself and Sparx used to play at...before he threw himself and his brother into this war.
"I feel bad...", Spyro thought. "Sparx had no need to be dragged into this...yet I let him come along anyway. Then again, I guess he is a persistant little bugger...". He also worried about his foster parents. Sparx was probably worried sick about them. "They can't be dead, can they? I don't think I could bare to lose more than what I already have lost..."
Thoughts of Ignitus ran through Spyro's head. "He didn't need to help me....why was I so pushy when I wanted to learn about my past? Why didn't I just let him go in that cave? Sure, he might of been killed by Cynder by then, but..."
The name rang a bell...Cynder.
In his moment of deep thought, Spyro had almost forgotten about the dragoness who was t
LiEI get up everyday,LiE4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And live a lie.
I'm sorry to say.
But it's true,
I'm part queer.
I just wish,
That I was brave enough.
To say that out loud,
To tell it too your face.
But I'm a coward,
And I hide away.
There are times,
I slip up with what I say.
Outside I smile,
Baring all my teeth,
Playing off what's been said.
On the inside,
I shake and quiver in fear.
Have I been caught?
Or am I stuck?
Still trapped within my act?
What would you do,
What would you really say?
If you only knew.
Would you still love me,
who am I?I cut,who am I?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am trying to find release,
She is trying to get away,
He is trying to find a way to disappear,
They are trying to solve it.
I am depressed,
She is crazy,
He is scared,
They are sad.
They think I am angry,
They think she is looking for attention,
They think he is looking for someone,
They think they are idiotic.
I am not angry,
She is not looking for attention,
He is not looking for someone,
They are not idiotic.
I am sad, and ready to die,
She is murderous, always looking for a way to kill,
He is frightened, finding that one place to stay clam,
They are like me, but sadder.
They send us to a place,
A place that has no light,
Has no sound,
They have us all in one room,
A locked secluded one.
I am becoming crazy,
She is becoming scared,
He is crying now,
They are depressed.
I have myself,
She has hers,
He has his,
They have each other.
I have become one with her,
She becomes one with I,
He becomes one with them,
And they become one with him.
Start Believing...That you're a good personStart Believing...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you deserve better
That you're beautiful
That people care about what happens to you
That the world is a better place because you're here
That you can get better
That trust isn't always a bad thing
That love doesn't mean pain
That acceptance starts with loving yourself
That what tear's you down can at least make you wiser
That you can make a difference
That there is hope
Letter to the Mother Mom,Letter to the Mother4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how can you throw me out
saying you want me to stay?
How can you ground me at home
and still push me away?
Why can't you tell me: "I'm proud"?
Instead of: "You're not good enough".
You're angry with me when I'm sad,
You punish me when I laugh.
Why do I have to be perfect?
"You have to be better than 'them'"!
Is it too much to ask,
to love me the way that I am?
And yet you still ask yourself:
"Why is my daughter depressed?
Why in whatever she does, she
feels she has to be the best"
HauntedI gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G "Haunted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye. I'm seventeen, and I was so far ahead. I exceeded every expectation, blew through hurdles in my wake. I had it all in front of me, a future bright for all to see. Though my daddy said I wasn't his; drew lines throughout my memory. A beautiful boy said he loved me. My knight, my heart, my everything. He promised me eternity. I trusted him with all
An Ode to Purple"I feel "An Ode to Purple4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like I'm nothing but doll parts
Made out of sugar glass, the director's light
Unfinished and broken thoughts
Though pretty separately
Have been put together wrong
"I remember "
"Hotel room in a graveyard;
Just in case you need to call tomb service"
[your words are the nicotine to my love cigarette
and it's been put out and thrown in the broken wings' ash tray]
"I see "
Unfinished poems and senseless lyrics
[a reflection of the y-axis of my pain and
the x-axis of my soul]
Silly words and colourful candies
Mi amor te amo ?
"Love has killed the killer's pain "
Pink tainted against gray puppet flesh.
"D o y o u c a l l m y d e f o r m a t y f l e s h?"
Scattered in art forms
Colourful sugar glass
That we'd kill loneliness
"Awakening the demon of death with a kiss "
Lost spiral rush breathe kiss break blush cr
My story, my life, METo whomever this may concern;My story, my life, ME4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before you read this letter about my life up to this point in time, please put down anything you may be holding, sit down, and make sure this has your undivided attention, else you may not fully understand what you are about to read. You are more than welcome to stop reading at any time, but I would prefer if you would read until the end, so there are no misconceptions about myself. Well then, let's get started, shall we?
To start with, hi, I'm T***** B*******. This is my given name from birth, (blacked out for obvious reasons), but it's not me. Please refer to me as KaiLyn or Kai for short. I prefer this name to my given one, for the simple fact that it feels more.. I don't know, me I guess. So please respect this, and never try to call me by my real name again. Thank you.
Moving on. I guess I'll start with the easiest part for me to talk about. My religious beliefs, or lack there of. I'm an athiest. It's simple as that. I was raised catholic, and when I
a broken worldevery morning she wakes up at 4 o'clock sharp after all, who needs an alarm clock when the screaming is so loud? she crawls out of bed and makes her way to the bathroom as quietly as possible, tiptoeing past the shattered glass (the remnants of their last vase) and holding her breath against the stench of liquor and stale cigarettes.a broken world4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
no lights are on, of course. the bulbs are all broken or burned out, so she's gotten used to the dark. there's only two temperature settings in the moldy shower, cold and colder why would he pay for a water heater after the last piece of shit one broke, after all.
she showers quickly, shivering under the freezing spray. as soon as she's done, she gets dressed and scurries back across the house to her room, still trying not to alert them that she's there. not that they'd hear her past their shouting and her mother's crying, anyway.
she closes the door to her room as silently as possible which is not quiet at all, with one hinge m
Epinephrine WhisperI bleed fearEpinephrine Whisper6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathe paralysis
drug myself into sanity
and drip with the rain
every drop a thought
falling out of my soul
and tripping out of my brain.
I crawl screaming and sobbing
to the phone
and listen for hours to
the white noise of
the static dial tone.
My fingers shake
as I call
the crisis hotline
child youth mental health team.
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
I don't have a
I don't have a
My therapist isn't here today.
"Sorry. Would you like to leave a
I hang up
bite my hands
until they bleed
and bang my head against the floor
again and again
I dial the number
Ask for the psychiatrist
that saw me at the hospital.
He's on break.
He'll be coming back
in an hour.
there's no time.
I'll be dead by then.
I need to talk to someone.
She doesn't tell me
to hold on,
she doesn't keep
I Don't CareI don't care if you're gay,I Don't Care4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you're a tranny,
If you like to wear dresses and lipstick and bows,
Or if you like to wear baggy pants and band T-shirts and cut your hair short.
I don't care if you like being called a he instead of a she,
Or a she instead of a he.
All I want is to know that you don't care, either.
That you don't care that I like being called Jamie and not Sarah,
That I'm not really a girl,
And not really a boy either.
That you don't care if I'm okay with trannies and queers,
That gender doesn't matter.
Because in my eyes it doesn't.
I just wish you could see it that way, too.
A Warning From Death HerselfYou will enjoy it.A Warning From Death Herself5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will find the blood and pain release addictive.
Make a few cuts that heal easily...
They get deeper.
They will scar.
They will sometimes take months to heal
And years for the scars to fade.
You will love it.
If you think you can cut in only one spot...
It will spread when you run out of skin.
Be prepared to withdraw and live in a constant state of shame.
Even if you are the most honest person ever to live...
You will lie.
Did I mention that you will love it?
Because you will.
You will jerk back from friends and family when they touch you,
As if their fingertips were dipped in poison.
You will be terrified that they will find something under the cloth of your shirt...
Or maybe the pain is just too much and it hurts to be touched.
You will fear your next cut, because you're not sure just how bad it will be.
You will love it.
I will watch as you see 10 cuts turn into 100...
Not sure if your skin was plundered,
So you wondered.
But you love it.
I do not know your name today I do not know your name today,I do not know your name today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor the colour of your eyes,
But I see you in the living men,
Adorned with polished pride.
I do not know your name today,
Nor the colour of your skin,
But I see you in the marching bands,
The tap of drumsticks upon tin.
I do not know your name today,
Nor where you died in fight,
But I know this, that you aren't lost,
As we remember you tonight.
I do not know your name today,
Or whether you fought through choice,
But be you volunteer or commandeer
Our unity today will be your voice.
The people with no facesThe people with no facesThe people with no faces4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know that I sound crazy.
People would call me tired, some call me lazy.
But I know it's not true.
The people came again, some I never knew.
The whispers inhabited my mind,
Some were evil; some were kind.
They stood and looked with no faces,
They lived in far off places.
A world no one knew of,
with words as silent as the coo of a dove.
The pain grew immense,
Sometimes way too intense.
They tried to dull the pain
But it was back again.
I heard the laughter as it grew,
with words so silent they never knew.
They would torture me in my mind
Some were mean, some were kind.
They lived in far off places
The people, with no faces.
They glanced at me, but I couldn't tell
I would hear them try to yell
Collapsing bodies on the ground,
Even I, couldn't make a sound.
They lived in far off places,
The people, that had no faces.
Worlds no one cared of
... I see the dove! I see the dove!
The smoldering streets, the cold winters.
Words so sharp, they hurt like splinters.
My storyMy story4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Throughout my life I have had a strange attachment to my female friends one that in my elementary days I could not explain however I more so had crushes on boys, pretty normal right? WRONG...in my summer school I met this girl with whom I became close friends close enough to bring her camping with my family long story short I had this strange feeling for her we played games of pretend and our characters consisted of Raven and Starfire from Teen Titans, I will sadly admit I had a crush on Raven but I ended up kissing her on the cheek when saying goodnight. I never thought of it again throughout my junior high or half of my freshman year at Del Campo. I had known what gay or homosexuality was but was yet to truly understand it. In Del Campo I was enrolled as a J.R.O.T.C student, and therefore had my hair short, military over the ears off the collar short which had brought upon unwelcome and misunderstood rumors when I transferred high schools to San Juan.
Not even a week at my new school
The Garden In the beginning god created the heaven and Earth. Some say it took six days, others say it took billions of years, and god says to both of them 'you weren't there so shut up.' But I digress, after creating the Earth god created life to inhabit it, because why work your butt off to paint a masterpiece if there's nobody to appreciate it. Plants, animals, and many more creatures were made. And after that the platypus was made out of the leftover parts. But they didn't stop to complement the almighty on its hard work, so god decide to kick it up a notch.The Garden4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After some trial and error, man was born. God looked upon his work and called him Adam. God and Adam really hit it off so god made him a nice lush terrarium to live in and called it the Garden of Eden.
Only In The RainCold rain fallsOnly In The Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the grey clouds over head.
No sunlight ,
No light at all.
Falling to the world below,
All around her.
Tears stream down her face,
Only under the rain will she cry.
Only now and then she'll go home.
Tears fall only under the rain,
So no one will see.
When tears mix with rain,
It hides that pain.
So no one will see.
Under the rain,
Everything is let loose.
Under the rain,
Everything will be healed.
Only under the rain.
She lets it all out,
In tears that should be red.
Her heart is breaking.
Breaking as she remembers
Everything that has brought her into this storm.
Since when has she become
So fearful of crying where everyone can see.
She doesn't move even as he appears.
Standing next to her in the rain.
He doesn't move,
He does not feel the rain.
She watches his mouth move,
Hearing no words.
She looks away from him,
That doesn't go over well.
He refuses to be ignored,
This much she can tell.
Demands attention with only his e
One of ThemYou know, I never was "one of them". I never wanted to be. Even before I came out, I wasn't one of the pack. Not that I was a loner. Not by a long shot. It's just that I didn't conform to any one, except my closest of friends. As usual when someone comes out, my life changed. But that part didn't. At least, not during school.One of Them4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But then I moved out. I found a job. I got myself caught up in the larger world (id say real world, but that seems to encompass less than the larger world). I found work, (a real shock, considering our unemployment rate) at a local Home Depot, a store I had patronized for quite some time and was happy to find myself at. For a while, at least. But the break room changed all that.
For it seems that High School really doesn't end. At least, not all of it. I knew what to expect of course, from the stories on the news, the warnings of friends and family alike, but it never does seem to stop the pain of seeing and hearing it for yourself.
The ChildThe child cried. It didn't stop, just cried and cried. Not a good idea to say yes to "keep an eye" on it not at all.The Child4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm just going to the store, I'll be right back. Keep an extra eye on little brother for me and be a good boy. Don't do anything stupid, now!" she had said before she went out of the door. That's okay to look after him, I don't mind. But she hadn't told me anything about the crying and screaming. Was he hungry? Maybe he wanted to take a bath. Not a bad idea, I thought and carried the child tight against my chest up to the second floor. Couldn't loose him, whatever I did not harm him. The instructions she had given me had been clear. Maybe we can play in the water too, I thought when we entered the bathroom. I smiled and laid the child carefully down in the bathtub and turned on the water. The thundering of the water hitting the white porcelain hummed in my ears.
Suddenly I heard a sound from downstairs. Was mother already home?
King Of Anything USUK Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the tableKing Of Anything USUK5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
While I look outside
So many things I'd say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
America sat there in the coffee shop, staring at England. The situation they were in right now made the American very uncomfortable, he couldn't piece together their relationship. He couldn't tell if they were together, broken up, in the process of recovering. England didn't tell him anything, but then again, England didn't tell anybody anything. He usually just kept to himself most of the time. America hated that about him. If you didn't learn to share what you were thinking, how could he ever make their relationship better? America really didn't have the answer to that, because he shared everything with the Englishmen. And when we say everything, literally Alfred meant everything. Even those really strange and disgusting details that no one really needed to know about. Arthur was just extremely s
Adrian Spook, PrologueAdrian Spook, Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Since the day I was born, my eyes have beheld the Ghostzone
The air was freezing. All around, voices whispered from shadows, their owners trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the abyss below. A silence fell over the area, a new cry echoed into the depths of the Ghostzone. The gathered spirits murmured excitedly. It had actually happened; the halfa's offspring had been born in the middle of the realm of the dead.
Sam Fenton held a little bundle in her arms as her amethyst eyes darted around, catching glimpses of nearby ghosts. Warily she clutched her precious cargo closer to her chest. Inside the soft blankets, two small eyes stared curiously at the surroundings. The child was a newborn, and the world he now saw was an awe-inspiring mystery to him.
The mother of the little miracle looked to her husband worriedly. "I still can't believe he was born her in the Ghostzone Doctor Patterson said our child would be born next week, not this "
"Once won't Hurt"It calls from the darkest corner"Once won't Hurt"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts as a quiet whisper
At first its easy to ignore
But as time goes by
It gets harder
Soon its screaming from that corner
Yelling, shouting and demanding
To be released from its prison
Oh, but you can't
You just can't
Let it out
There are so many people
That you have promised
But it begins to call
In a voice so soft
A voice so sweet
That it just drips
Looking to that corner
You long for your old
"Maybe just a peek," you whisper
Oh how beautiful it is
Oh how the light reflects
Off of its sharp surface
And once more it calls
So soft and sweet
You long for its touch
So maybe, just maybe
"Once won't hurt," you whisper
Slowly it slides across your skin
Then again and again
And again and
JimmyHe never shaves.Jimmy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can tell from the sound of his voice. It sounds like the rasp you hear when you rub your hand against stubble, like tiny thorns made of hair. It makes me cringe. It makes my stomach clench like an angry fist. It makes my skin try to leap from my flesh; my flesh tries to leap from my skeleton, my skeleton tries to leap from my organs and sprint off into the rotting embrace of the night. My organs try to scatter off into the stratosphere like disjointed balloons full of helium.
He sounds like he smokes a lot. A twenty pack a day. Maybe two. Maybe he even smokes cigars, although he doesn't sound sophisticated enough for that. He sounds like the type of man who wears a denim jacket that is worn at the elbows and smells of dirty water lying like a liquid corpse in the gutter, and jeans with holes in the knees that weren't made like that. He is a man full of holes, like the black holes in space devouring everything around them, and you can't see them because they even stea