Free Verse, a love poemYour smile shines like the stars,Free Verse, a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the darkest clouds,
And through the storms of life.
Your kindness surrounds me,
Like a comforting sweater.
When I could hold on no longer,
There you where,
So sweet a smile,
Gleaming from the stars.
Your smile brings me hope,
Your eyes bring me life.
Love Reaps part 13Love Reaps part 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched him, I watched as he paced restlessly, ripping his hand through his hair. He was definitely not what you would call a flower child.
I laid calmly, hands behind my head on the hotel bed. It was quite entertaining to observe him fretting over nothing in my opinion that is.
"Calm your farm," I serenaded in an almost ghostlike voice.
His dull eyes whipped over to me. I shuttered, and hurriedly brought myself to sit back up.
"With you around, I don't think I can ever be calm." Daemon retorted harshly.
I lowered my gaze. He was trying to make me feel guilty. "Look, it wasn't my "
"It was your fault!" he snapped back, pulling the colossal bed closer.
My eyes were stained with shock. I had been with him for about three days, and I've learnt something don't peeve him off. I still don't think I've tried it yet though.
I spluttered, in his face. This for anyone else would be instant execution.
"What's wrong now?!" he seethed, rolling his dull e
My little Dashie: Reader's CutIt was three days after her sonic rainboom. I had kept her inside during those days, I wanted to be extra safe no one noticed her, even if it was unlikely someone would ever wander anywhere near this block. But I wasn't taking any chances for Dashie. Plus, we entertained ourselves with the celebrations, and the explanations.My little Dashie: Reader's Cut4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now here we were, at the usual park, on a cloudy day, with Dashie flying softly by my side, sporting her brand-new cloud-and-rainbow-thunder-bolt cutie mark. I was so proud.
She spoke first when we arrived there, "Hey! I noticed something when I went so high in the sky last time, can I go up there again? Please?"
I gave her a questioning look. What could she possibly have to do up there? She seemed resolute enough in her desire though.
"Well, okay, but please let's not make a habit out of..."
"Okay." And she was off, leaving just a rainbow blur behind.
I followed her contrail with my gaze. She was going straight up, higher and higher... until she disappeared
The Stalker - Chapter 1The Stalker - Chapter 1: The Night when I met ItThe Stalker - Chapter 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Imagine the very thing that would be in your little brothers comic book fantasies would actually be true. I couldnt believe it at first because it was only rumor in the town but, for some reason, it felt like I was being watched every time I came from school. The theory busted my own logic when I was taking out the trash in the backyard. It emerged from behind the cans, it scared me half to death yet I was allured by its wide pale eyes as it stared at me timidly: I was surprise that it decided to show itself to me of all people. It looked like or took the appearance of an adolescent girl with small tendril like hair coming down from its head; thanks to the full moon tonight. I dont know if it can talk or not so I tried to speak to what they called a symbiote.
H-Hello there. I smiled weakly
.. the symbiote stared blankly
Um, my name is Leah. I said
A Choice To Be Made (Bertholdt x Reader) Part 5A Choice To Be Made (Bertholdt x Reader) Part 58 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Reiner, stop following me around…” You whined as the brawny man trailed closely behind you while you moved to fill the gas tanks.
“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do in order to spend some time with his best friend.” Reiner said light-heartedly, patting your head with a wide grin on his face.
Scowling, you swatted his large hand away and asked, “Where’s Bertholdt? Our shift already started and he’s still not here.”
“He’s err… sending a message to the Wall for the higher ups. He’ll be back later.” Reiner spluttered out as, scratching the back of his neck.
Eyeing him suspiciously, you slowly nodded your head and directed your attention back to the equipment in your hands. You knew he was lying. But you didn’t say anything, since you knew he was just covering up for Bertholdt.
When you were done filling the tanks, you walked to the storage room to put them together with the rest of
This LifeThis life is not . . .This Life4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who you are, how you look,
what you get, or how you deal
It's about . . .
who you met, what you said,
how you gave, and what you feel.
His last breathHis last breath4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He thinks about his worthless life,his worthless soul,his dry'd out eyes,he eyes the pills that stares at him as if they call for him.He thinks of how his family would feel,how his loved ones,family,and his lovely girl.He graps the pills,tear start to form as the daggers in his heart begin to stab.He is worthless,no matter what he does or trys,he always seems to sink at sea.He grabs his wine and takes the pills....his eyes begin to close.....as he drifts away...as deaths hand begins to tug...his last words..his final breath...was the most beaufiul words of all...i love you.
SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch2SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch24 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Year! An entire year of collecting souls wasted! All that work for nothing because of a damn CAT. So much work, so many fights, all in vain! Could this get any less cool?
Soul drove is motorcycle recklessly through the lamp-lit city, taking out his frustration on the cobble-stone streets. Maka held on tight behind him. Although she was silent he could feel the rage pulsing through her body and head that were buried determinedly in his back.
They had been throwing themselves hard into their work over the last few months, going on a mission almost every day over their summer. Soul was exhausted but he understood why Maka was so driven. Her parents had been fighting for months and a few weeks ago Maka's mother had finally gotten fed up and demanded a divorce. Maka said she was glad that her mother was finally taking steps for her own happiness. She once told Soul she thought that maybe it was because she was living with him now that Kami didn't feel as much like she had to keep the
Slender manSlender man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
UndefinedIf you wish to read my writing,Undefined4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see what it is that I see,
Then allow me to introduce myself
And show you what it's like being me.
I see the road to a happy life,
A path that I oh so desire,
A path that would make my parents proud
A path that would make me a liar.
Because I'm never fully satisfied,
For having been left out in the rain,
Having been broken down and spat back out
And filled to the brim with disdain.
But through it all I still sit here in patience,
Waiting for something new,
So if you could just make a move
You'd be amazed at what would ensue.
So yes it is true I'm a romantic,
And that Love is all that's on my mind,
So until I find a hand to hold
I remain undefined.
Last Will spanish translationLast Will spanish translation7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
La confío a ustedes,
valientes y honorables jóvenes.
Les confío la estrella que los guiará...
Les confío su vida,
que es tan frágil y corta
Porque ella será el escudo que los guarde...
Ella les mostrará el camino,
para proteger nuestro mundo.
Ella es la luz en la oscuridad de la amargura...
Les confío su alma,
su espíritu y su corazón
que ha sido atravezado por la flecha dorada...
Les confío mis palabras,
silenciosamente sacadas del muro,
porque mi voz ha sido silenciada por siempre...
Les confío nuestra diosa,
nuestra única esperanza
en derrotar el mal y la violencia...
Así que, sigan adelante, valientes jóvenes,
y descubran sus corazones,
en el tiempo de esta sangrienta batalla...
Fieles santos de la esperanza,
les convido esta despedida.
Sigan luchando. El destino ha hablado...
I Wish...I watch hopefully,I Wish...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the dandelion seeds,
Fly on their new courses.
As I wish
For a single kiss,
So sweet and so strong,
That it could set me
Right in this world.
I cross my fingers,
Muttering under my breath,
As the stars fall across the sky.
As I wish
For an embrace,
So warm and comforting,
That I would know
I'm where I'm supposed to be.
I wait in patience,
For that magical time of night:
11 hours and 11 minutes.
As I wish
To be crazy enough,
To love me too
For who I really am.
Random Calvin and Hobbes FFRandom Calvin and Hobbes FF6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After graduation High School sweet hearts Susie and Calvin moved in together into a little apartment near the collage that both Susie and Calvin attended. Susie was studding to be a child psychologist and Calvin was taking writers classes and already had one sci-fi, action, thriller, comedy out and was working on the sequel. Then one day out of the blue Calvin got on one knee and proposed. Susie gasped as Calvin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
Susan Derkins, Calvin started as Susie covered her mouth. Will you marry me? he asked, and surprisingly Susie fainted.
Good going mister commitment shes out cold. Hobbes commented from Calvins open back pack. Yes even in collage Hobbes was never far from Calvin. He was the young writers inspiration, he slept in a shoe box at the foot of Calvin and Susies bed and spent most of his day sleeping atop of Calvins books inside his back pack. Most of Calvin
When the Sun meets the Moon 11When the Sun meets the Moon 114 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the Sun meets the Moon
Told in Josh's POV:
"Tim, why the heck are you in Johto while you were in Unova, training that Lucario of yours?" I said.
"You're that kid who punched me in the face while I tried to capture my own Pokemon back!" He held his nose. Tim didn't look anything like the Tim I saw. He now wore some black cape, hat and jeans, similar to Blaine's...
Similar to Blaine's...?
"Luno's mine now." I said, shaking off the thought. "He is my Pokemon." Tim's eyes were still wide open.
"What do you mean, 'He's mine'?! I'm Luno's Original Trainer!!"
"You shouldn't have released him!" Alice said angrily. "Josh captured him now!"
"After he punched me in the face while I tried to capture him!"
"You knew he didn't want to return to you!!" I yelled. "You released him, and you don't know it, but he only evolved into an Umbreon so he could battle you to prove he isn't weak!!" Tim fell silent.
"Is that so..." He quietly said. "Is it true that you wanted to bat
Your Name Is Lalaonde...Your Name Is Lalaonde...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your name is Lalonde Roxy Lalonde. You we're raised by little white and black blobs of "people" who, frankly never really taught you much.
Since a young age, you knew you had to find some way to learn, what you assumed, normal humans learned. So one day while exploring your little town you found a laboratory, covered in wires and electrical stuff. You figured you could "borrow" one of the computers, not like the little guys need it anyways. So you researched things like, relationships and movies and other things the people of the past loved so much. You also found the one thing you will never regret finding, alcohol. At first you weren't drawn to it, you had to do a little more digging. Once you figured out why people would drink so much they would explode, you figured you were in the same boat. So you, being the genius you are, figured out a way to get alcohol from the past to where you were.
The first time you tasted it, you hated it. The taste was bitter and stung as it slid do
.: Love :.Clouds roll in the sky . Foot prints in the sand. Wind blowing waves crashing your hands in mine together again walking by my side. Never broken never apart together united as one always in my heart. One love two heart beating as one. I Love you and you love me thats all that matters to me..: Love :.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bronze JohnBronze John3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
we are all strangers"if i were a stranger, i'd probably kill myself."we are all strangers5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"what the fuck are you on about?"
"if i were a nobody. a ghost. an unknown. like the man who goes to the market everyday to get a brown bag full of his groceries, smiles and says thank you to the cashiers, and wears the same black trenchcoat. i wonder if he's dead..."
"is that where you were?"
"...but everyday, the cashier at that same, damned market rings him up but never sees his face. she never hears him say thank you, she just tells him to have a nice day. and he smiles and says he will, and she should too. but she doesn't fucking know, she doesn't even see him."
"were you at the market, then?"
"his name is william, he's sixty-five years old. he has no wife, and his son is this asshole-broadcaster on channel four, cooing over the news like a fucking mourning dove."
"what does this have to do with being a stranger?"
"william knows nobody. or rather- nobody knows william."
"how do you mean?"
"you know those photographs, the ones with
Love Reaps part 11Love Reaps part 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many things in this world that I hate, but running after Scarlet really and truly tops that list. She wastes time, and makes everything so much more complicated then what it really is.
I stomped through the tall shrubs and leaves that littered the forest floor. I was peeved off, and I was going to ring Elapse around his thick neck.
'Once a thorn, always a thorn,' I grumbled in my head. He's always been there to make sure there's a complication, making sure every situation was as worse as it possibly could be.
"Far out I hate him!" I screeched, launching my fist into the trunk of a tree. It violently cracked and split in half. Falling back on either side of me.
I glanced around me, spotting a mother and child Yale. A Hippopotamus-sized creature with black fur, elephant tail, boar-jaws, and movable horns that can point forwards or backwards, gawking at me in awe.
"What do you want!?" I bellowed at them, the pupils of my eyes growing. "Do you want to be split in half too? Do ya?
Seisui Naito: Pt. 1Seisui Naito: Pt. 15 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Seisui Naito
Nickname(s): Kenpachi; the Ghost; the Silent Night; the White Tear
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 11th Division Captain
Appearance: Seisui Naito, the child of a Rukongai couple struggling for mouthfuls of water in the slums, was cursed from the moment of conception to lead an existence balanced on the tragic precipice of life and death. A premature birth by nearly seven weeks brought him into Soul Society both significantly underdeveloped and so pale that he appeared to be stillborn. The midwife who delivered him famously called him the "ghost-child". His quiet but enduring wails and chilling, milk-white tears--symbols of his painful future--fell upon the deaf ears and ashamed eyes of his parents; the sadness sunk into his unwashed cheeks as the struggle of poverty continued on. Still, he lived, much to the surprise of the fearful and shallow couple. The unwanted
Darkfur - Chapter 6Chapter SixDarkfur - Chapter 66 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Storm looked silently at Whitefoot. Nothing made sense to him anymore, for had not this wolf said Whitefoot had died? Now, thought, he was claiming to be Whitefoot.
I dont understand, Storm said at last. How are you not dead?
Whitefoot sighed. Its a long story one Im not proud of. He sighed and shook his head. Ive lived too long, seen too much, and done things I wish I hadnt.
Whyd you kill Ritza, though? Storm asked softly. Why arent you dead?
Whitefoot sat down beside the rock Westwind had leapt off of earlier and studied Storm for a moment. He motioned for him to sit down as well, then looked up to Westwind.
Are you going to stay and hear it again, or will you leave
Lucky Raffle 73Lucky Raffle 732 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The elf maiden who called hers by ~UlTg-Ran
The elf maiden who called herself Lastiel awoke, slowly, relishing the feel of the sheets against her bare skin. Her little sigh of pleasure was echoed by a rustle of linen as Gaelad, the strapping youth across the bed from her, stirred in his sleep. With a dreamy sigh she contemplated the feel of his skin against hers, slowly pulling back the thought. She had business to settle whilst her lover slept.
Gently she rose, pushing aside the sheets and stepping out of the bed, stretching her stiff limbs in the sunlight as it streamed through the cracks between the curtains. She winced slightly at its brightness. Her true form was adapted for the meager light of underground caverns - Even with magical assistance making her form equal that of a surface elf, abrupt daylight was still an assault on her senses. Ironically, in race she was now closer to what she was in her childhood, a young elven boy growing up in the kingdoms... Not everything she had