Love Reaps part 13Love Reaps part 135 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
His last breathHis last breath5 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.
Soy tu paladin y tu amante...Cuando te vea, saltare a besarte...Soy tu paladin y tu amante8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...cuando te bese... voy a querer abrazarte...
...cuando te abrase... querré vivir contigo en tu cuerpo...
...y cuando vivía en tu cuerpo... nadie te tocara un solo cabello...
...Quisiera tenerte, como mi maga blanca, una curandera...
...yo seria tu tanque, un guerrero, o paladín sin fronteras...
...te protegería... contra el viento y las mareas...
...te acariciaría, más suave que pétalos de flores en primavera...
...Puedo ante todo, contra todo, lo que venga...
...Tan solo no puedo, contra mi soledad eterna...
...Si tomas mi mano, y te quedas junto a mi lado...
...sentirás como todo, alrededor de vuelven tan solo prados...
...Alzo mi espada, desenvainándola de mi espalda...
...la entierro en el suelo, mientras yo bajo la mirada...
...desde hoy yo seré, tu caballero que no cederé...
...ante nada ni contra nadie, con tal de que vos, estés bien...
...Si juras cuidarme, protegerme y curarme.
Free Verse, a love poemYour smile shines like the stars,Free Verse, a love poem6 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 11Love Reaps part 115 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?
Crossed Times 7 - ContactCrossed Times 7 - Contact5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Contact
Altiar sighed as he tossed and turned around in his bed for the fifth time tonight; no matter what he wanted, it seemed his restless mind would not allow him to sleep. Sighing softly the Arabian male slid out of bed; he was wearing practically nothing but the assassin didn't seem to mind; the curtains were drawn and it was dark in the room you could barely see the outline of the furniture the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock next to his bed told him it was 4:45am.
Altiar frowned a bit and started to pace around in his room; what was he going to do? There was no way he could face Alex, he wouldn't be able to look the man in the eye! Hell he could barely look at Dana right now without knowing that her brother was watching his every move; if he didn't know any better he'd say Alex's paranoia was rubbing off on him.
Ever since Alex kissed him he had been avoiding the other, and for good reason! He didn't know why
MLP: Divergent Days Ch. 1Chapter 1MLP: Divergent Days Ch. 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
The sun slowly rises on yet another glorious day in Equestria, just barely cresting over the distant horizon. The Princess of Equestria and controller of the sun, Celestia, has promised that today would be as bright as ever. The Pegasi ponies who manage the weather overhead promised it to be a clear sky as well. While most of Equestria is still in slumber, one particular place rises with the sun. More specifically, its residents. Along the outskirts of the small town of Ponyville resides a large farm that covers acres upon acres of land. The farm grows several different foods on its land, but one particular fruit is held in higher regard than the rest: Apples. Spread across over half of the farm land, a metaphorical sea of apple trees flows with the shape of the land, ascending and descending hills and valleys alike.
In the center of this massive farm sits a vibrant yellow two story house, similar to a Victorian-era design on Earth. Roughly one hundred feet behind the
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Loss of control :Creepypasta:Loss of control :Creepypasta:5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid Rattata..." I murmured as I finished it with Scratch. That was the 7th Rattata in this dungeon, and I was starting to get irritated. "I WANT TO BATTLE OTHER POKÉMONS! NOT RATTATAS!" I yelled in frustration. My partner, Squirtle, turned around to face me. He had a confused look on his face.
"Meowth! Just calm down, we will battle other Pokémon, you'll see, just try to be more patient." Squirtle was a good friend to have. He is always there for me, no matter what. But right in that moment I wasn't thinking about that and just gave him a hateful gaze and slowly started to walk home.
"Come on, let's go home." Squirtle only shrugged and followed. We walked through the big deep-green forest and on to the road that would take us home. No one said anything. It felt good with the silence anyways. It helps me concentrate. After 10 minutes of walking, we finally arrived, Squirtle said good bye to me. I ignored him, was still upset about everything in the dungeon. Squirtle sighed
MLP: History of the Hero Part 1MLP: History of the Hero Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun rose over the horizon on this simply amazing day here in Equestria. A little over a week had passed since the Light triumphed over the Darkness and brought Equestria, as well as the rest of the world, into a new era of Friendship and Harmony.
Already the various denizens of this beautiful land were busy working hard to maintain their friendly ties with the other:
The Zebras were allowed to set up trade in the many cities and towns throughout Equestria. They sold potions and medicines to those who were in need of them. Their language and unique skills were also exchanged with the other to help improve understandings.
The Buffalo continued to roam the desert plains, but now their running grounds were expanded so that they may run all over Equestria. Trade was also established with these kind creatures; the selling of their bead necklaces and other fine items quickly became popular to those in search of ne
Please give me chance...Please give me chance...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please Give Me Chance
They comfort you, what have they done to alert you?
Do they deserve to be beaten and treated painfully?
Did we ever realize that they have the same feeling and deserve a right to healing?
So why do people agree to not allow them to be free?
We kill them everyday for a thrill.
So why do we still laugh at them for that?
Still laugh at their pain when they are in a chain and bleeding for another day.
A day to life, that doesn't have a knife or a price.
I believe that we are naïve.
They never hurt us, only tried to make us feel pride.
Did you ever think that maybe if they could talk they would say they would walk beside us?
Or even ask for another chance, a chance to never glance back.
But instead they are dying and on the ground they are lying, waiting for the sound of love.
HeatHeat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This would probably be one of the hottest days in Resembool. Everyone was desperately seeking some way to cool off, either with water wars, ventilators everywhere, or even opening the refrigerator door to get out that yummy coldy air... A very poor way to cool off, but, you know It is the way they had to keep cool and to not die of heat.
Unfortunately for Edward, the heat wave came in the very next day when he had arrived in Resembool with Alphonse, with his automail broken. For you to see how that boy is lucky. Al, in his insensitive body does not suffer from the infernal heat it was doing. But who was suffering the most probably would be Winry... If she opened the window of the workshop, the sun would come and bake her. Even the wind was hot. If she closed the curtains, it would be uber stuffy and even more unbearable. She was sweating as dumb student before a test, and was almost toasting. And to top it off, its top was black. How wonderful, eh? Black absorbs heat.
.:The Rain:..:The Rain:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
The forgotten angels broken jagged wings,
For their tears are shed,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
Into the depths of the earth,
Clouds of anger rage, and lost hope,
Skew the sky pitifully, and darkly,
Again spiraling down from the heavens,
Darkening the world,
Plunging it in darkness from their sorrow and regret,
Like a child, hands dirtied by harsh fate.
From the angel's of the blackness.
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Comes yet again.
Spiraling back down from the heavens.
Winter PrincessWinter Princess5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bell rang as all the kids dashed out of the school and into the snow. They
ran, played, and laughed in the white icy fantasy land. They were kids, so it didn't
matter to them how cold they were. One little girl stood out though, Maro. The little
7-year-old girl slowly walked out of the school and immediately started towards home. All
she wore were some black mittens with a black and black sweater with black jeans and big
boots which slowed her down a lot.
She shivered and she treaded her way through the cold snow. She had to get
home soon or else her guardians would yell again. Maro was a sad little girl, her parents
died a few years ago, her guardians were cruel and strict, and she moved so much she
never had the time to make friends. She was a very quiet girl, and didn't do much. In
this white wonderland she wore all black. Even her hair was black, which really brought
out the white snow that fell on her little head.
Her cheeks were bright red as the snow stuck to her face and sl
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.
I'm stupidyou hurt me and I smile.I'm stupid7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you hurt me and I run to your arms.
You go have fun and let me scream with no sound
let me shiver without a move..
let my soul decay as you admire my body.
leave me tearful,worried,and dead
and when you come back let me give that smile you like
just to make you happy....
I'm stupid I know,
I'm stupid that I have feelings
I'm stupid that I have a mouth.
I'm stupid that I belived that you won't leave me and you will always love me
I'm stupid that I'm still alive
Shona Names: ZimbabweAkadzva SuccessShona Names: Zimbabwe6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Bastirai Help each other
Chamunorwa What are you fighting for?
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
How do you say goodbye?How do you say goodbye?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
Do I study your face, to remember -
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
The DrowThe DrowThe Drow9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The drow is a genetic offshoot of the elven race that are primarily subterranean dwellers. They seemingly vanished from the face of the earth around the fall of The Roman Empire, but for some reason have seen reason to concern themselves with the surface world in such a dire time.
Drow are virtually identical to their surface counterparts when it comes to physiology. There are some notable differences though. The first major difference is that of skintone. It is most often ebony. Hair is also often white.
These are the only major physical differences that are readily spotted. However, one major difference is how they have evolved to live underground. This is in that of eyesight. A drow has remarkable sight in low light conditions and can even see in the infrared spectrum. However, their eyes are highly vulnerable to light, both natural and artificial.
Some drow have demonic mutations due to corruption on some level. This varies tremendously t
Your Name Is Lalaonde...Your Name Is Lalaonde...4 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 :.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This