StrongStrongStrong8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A word I didn't know the meaning of
Not until you held me in your arms
Not until I felt your breath on my face
And the beat of your heart in my ear
A word that had no meaning
'Til I saw the mask you wear shatter
And for once I saw the person that was inside
A person with weakness but so much more strength
A word without meaning
Until you wiped away my tears
Until you let me cry as you held me tight
Until I sobbed into your chest only to have you pull me back together
You are my strength
You are my power
You are my weakness
You are my everything
For you I will be strong
Ash+Misty: Kiss The GirlAsh+Misty: Kiss The Girl8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I will only do it if you give me advice." Ash said, folding his arms over his muscled chest.
"Fine. But, you have to wear this, other ways, I can't comunicate with you." Tai said, handing him a computer-chip-like item.
"What is it?" He asked, taking it.
"It's a one-way, listening devise. I can talk to you, and no one else can hear me." Tai explained, "Put it into your ear." She instructed.
He put it into his ear, "Can you also hear me?"
"Yes, I can." She said, "Hold on, one sec." She went into the other room for a minute and came back out with a mircophone. "Hello. Hello? Can you hear me, Ash?" She asked into the head of it.
"Hey, I can hear you, awesome!" Ash exclaimed, "Okay, let's do it!"
"Wait, let's get you.... presentable." Tai said, running over to his closet. "Hmm... What's her favorite color again?"
"Blue, why?" He answered.
"Wear this.... oo, with this shirt." She said throwing out a blue shirt with a blue colar, and jeans with a little hole in the pants leg.
Baby, you're dying hardcore.I reach for a hand that's not there. You smile and fall and put on a stare, you're scared, you're lost, and for christ's sake, your eyes aren't deceiving your biggest mistake. You skip hearts you drown beats and you're starting to scare me, losing grip, fighting reality, you're starting to tear away my biggest defence, my violent arguments and for once in your life you're shutting me up. You're telling me you've had enough. And with a simple brush, of lips you declare you're going to give me your courage, your everything. Even that burning sting developing behind your eyes when you're dying to cry, covering up lies, devoring obvious ties. I know it's not the same (fingers moving, heart racing) and it's definetly not the fame (shaking arms, kissing teeth) but maybe it's the shame. Yeah, it's gotta be the shame. Biting skin, licking flesh, devouring this mess of an excuse of an illusion of a girl, a silhouette of perfection mixed with neglation, cut and diced with rejectionBaby, you're dying hardcore.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warrior Cat Names: A~A~Warrior Cat Names: A5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Egyptian Names 1:AAa Great, ChiefEgyptian Names 1:A7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Abayomi Brings Joy
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Dream a Dream-Dream a Dream-Dream a Dream9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The room was dimly lit from an unknown source. The memory of Richard tending to his hand was playing in his head as he slept. Only the memory seemed warmer then when it actually happened. Richards gentle yet curious voice played again. Of all the things to talk about he choose his hair. Saying he missed the medium curls he once had. Now it was short and cropped, covering a good portion of his face. The scene took a turn and Richard spoke again.
"Your face..." he spoke softly.
"....What about it?" He could only reply. Suddenly he felt his hair move as Richard brushed it away with his free hand.
Wait....this didn't happen...he thought in his sleep. Shaking his head trying to wake up. He could only watch...
"It covers your face..." Richard touched his cheek with warm fingers. "Your too handsome to hide away like that." He smiled
Handsome? Did he just say that? He thought, feeling confused as all hell. Yet his dream self remained calm in a gentle stare. He watched on.
This is MY life.You scream at me, with that look in you're eye.This is MY life.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You hate me, laugh when I cry.
You don't understand that you're killing me.
By trying to force me into something I don't wanna be.
You say I'mma let down, Call me a disgrace.
Cause everything you wanted, fell part in your face.
I can't be Perfect, what do you take me for?
I've had it up to here, I can't take it anymore!
You're words that you scream at me make me choke.
You act like you're life just went up in smoke.
This is my life, My choices are up to me.
I am myself, you can't tell me what to be.
I'm so pissed cause of what you do.
Give me one good reason not to kill you!
Midnight Wanders : Chapter OneOne more night, that's all Harry had to last in this hell, and he could be back where he belonged, his home, although they wrote to him every week, letters and gifts, he missed his friends so much, they were his real family, although things had changed now, now that Voldermort had returned. He was in constant fear that suddenly he would burst through the door and kill him in his bed. At least now the rest of the wizarding world know. As silently as he could Harry closed the diary he had been writing in for the last year and returned it to the loose floorboard under his bed, his greatest fear was someone reading that book, the window into his soul, into his fear about Voldermort, his sadness over Sirius's death, his love for his enemy, Draco Malfoy, that one was his biggest secret, not a soul in the world knew about that, constantly thinking about how amazing it would be just to hold him for a moment. But he doubted that would ever be, firstly because it was quite clear that Malfoy hatMidnight Wanders : Chapter One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dyme and the Dozen Ch.6Lost in the darkness... long ignored memories were revisited... strange emotions returned...Dyme and the Dozen Ch.67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Radiant Garden was no longer so radiant. Darkness was taking it over, seeping into the planets very being. Steeping hearts with thoughts of the void.
People that were once kind were now becoming tainted with bitterness and hatred. Bright hearts filled with light... now reflected a magnified glimpse of that tiny bit of darkness found in all hearts. Some escaped to worlds unknown before they could feel the change of despair... some did not...
Darkness was stirring in every heart that remained, conquering even the strongest of them.~
There was a faint light glowing on the desk, a tiny flicker of lamplight fighting away the darkness in the room. The only sound echoing in the stillness was that of a pen scratching rapidly across paper, spilling forth research notes; accompanied by the faint sound of breathing, lips silentl
Dyme Track 13: Now It's Done"Hey, Larxy...?" Demyx slowed his pace as he glanced behind at his companion following just a few feet behind.Dyme Track 13: Now It's Done4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hmmm?" Larxene hummed back at him. She was no longer clinging to Demyx like a lost child; the frightened pace that kept her close on his heels as though she were terrified of every shadow in the castle had now calmed to a peaceful saunter. She had fallen back a little bit, walking along idly while watching tiny sparks of yellow light form and dance within her cupped hands.
For a moment, Demyx watched as she pulled her hands apart and let the small sparks of electricity flutter and fall like dying firework embers. "Have you ever been angry before?" He finally asked, shifting his gaze from her hands to her face.
A quick snort erupted from the woman as she flicked her gaze up at Demyx. She snapped her fingers and elicited small sparks that she formed into a ball and batted between her hands like a small child's toy. "You're
In The DarknessSora! Its really you!In The Darkness6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How long has it been since I heard that voice call my name? That voice that could even make angels envious of? Sometimes I wonder just how long time has passed since Ive seen your beautiful face
Your full pouted lips the light shade of coral, your long scarlet tresses that tickle your soft cheeks. Everything about you from head to toe has always made my knees turn to jelly, daring to fall to the ground before you.
This is real
When my hands wrapped around your back, they felt on fire, coming in contact with the coolness of your skin. Maybe you couldnt tell before because you were too excited to see me, but when I saw you, my heart raced to unbelievable speeds. It felt it was going to burst out of my chest and tell you what I was thinking when I saw you once more.
I guess that goes with the fact that teenage hormones can definitely possess you in every way. They make you do things that you or I wou
Acceptance Ch 26**Yaoi Warning**Acceptance Ch 268 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Oh God, thats a jar of marshmallow Fluff A whole bunch of them.
Dev felt a blush rising as he stared out of the corner of his eye, trying to hide what he was looking at even though no one could hear what he was thinking, see what he was remembering.
Joscelins hands trailing down his torso, nails gently scraping his tongue swirling over skin the shocking cold of the Fluff hitting his skin, drawing out a shiver, making Joss lips curl into that wicked grin tongue again, this time slower, more deliberate, tracing patterns over Devs torso Jos spelling out his name in the marshmallow, laughing as Dev bucked and moaned
Right. End those thoughts now. Explaining why I have a hard on in the middle of CVS is not a task I want to tackle.
Dev took a deep breath and force
HomosexualHomosexualHomosexual7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People bring me down only because I'm a guy who loves men.
Always trying to change me, trying to make me into someone I'm not.
Force me to sit down, open my eyes, and stare at the t.v. screen.
Women bouncing around in bikinis, eating a banana so sexually.
I'm sorry to say, but that sort of thing doesn't turn me on.
I know who I am, so I'll break free from their bonds.
'Cause I'm a homosexual and damn proud to be one.
I'm not your stereotypical one, I fight with an iron fist.
Don't go around fallin' to my knees, waiting to give pleasure.
I'm travelin' 'round the globe trying to shed new light on our kind.
Every day it's a new type of hate that I face.
Bibles being thrown at me, saying my kind shouldn't exist.
But if God created us to be the way we are, then it was his intent.
'Cause you claim in the Bible that God hates fags, but you forget:
He's the one that passes judgment to Heaven, not you.
Yeah I'm a homosexual and damn proud to be one.
I make my stand with my new found
Acceptance Ch 8Jerry chewed the end of his pencil, frowning as his eyes flicked back and forth between Dev and Jos, unable to hold back his worry at the sight of them. Worry he shouldn't be feeling, he repeatedly told himself. Jos was fine, and Dev wasn't out to hurt anyone. Nothing would happen.Acceptance Ch 89 years ago in Teen More Like This
He might not want to hurt him, but it doesn't mean he won't. Jerry winced as the annoying little voice he assumed was his conscience spoke up. Damn logic, he thought, annoyed.
Jos had come to school today with a wicked smile on his face, otherwise looking his normal relaxed self. Until Dev had gotten to school too. The instant their eyes had met across the courtyard Jerry had watched with interest as Jos practically lit up with happiness, Dev blushing slightly and reacting in similar fashion.
It was when Jos had murmured some half finished excuse under his breath and slipped off out of sight with Devon that Jerry had begun to think. It was quite obv
Resistance"... Sora?"Resistance4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kairi stared at what it seemed like a dark shadow of the keyblade bearer. His usual spiky chestnut colored hair was now pure black followed by his tainted skin color. Those bright cobalt eyes that always shone with amazement and excitement were now replaced with cold, dark golden eyes. A wisp of black smoke surrounded his entire body, giving that eerie feeling to complete his look. He almost completely blended in the shadows of the Secret Place if it weren't for his glowing eyes.
He was not Sora. At least, not the Sora that Kairi knew.
"Sora?" she called out again. He chuckled darkly at her. A smirk formed on his face as he took a step forward. His eyes danced with amusement as he watched her take a step back. The sound of cracking could be heard from his hands which were inside his pockets. With no more room for Kairi to move back, he stopped right in front of her having little to no space between them. Leaning closer, his lips softly brushed against her ear, earning a shi
if my name had quotation marksi hate how you liveif my name had quotation marks5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a "Perfect" life without me;
what i hate more, though,
is the importance
two measly quotation marks
The Nightmare of Her Dreams 31The Nightmare of Her Dreams 315 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The woman dressed in white gasped in surprise at the deep, eerie tone of his voice and at the scrapes and scars that adorned his skeletal head. Of what she could see, his bones were a light dingy grey, not white. His hollow eyes revealed that he was weary, yet very wise. A skeletal smile then crossed his features.
"I am Charon, the Grim Reaper, as you could probably tell from the scythe." he joked.
"B-but if y-you're the Grim R-reaper then that m-means I-I am "
"Dead? Yes, I'm afraid so my dear."
"I'll make it short so you don't have to deal with anymore shock. You were hit by a drunk driver." he then shook his head, "Such a pity. I pick up more people killed in that very same way than anything else."
"I-I was w-what!? B-by who!?"
"Do you really want to know?"
She hesitated a moment before nodding her head.
"A young fellow, whom you know, that goes by the name of Daniel."
Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank to microscopic dots. She was about to collapse to he
++Unhappy Ending++It was 1918 and I was dying. The influenza epidemic was raging, but I still had so much I wanted to do. The hardest part about dying at such a young age - for I was only seventeen - was coming to terms with the fact that I would not be able to fulfil those goals. I was young and in my prime. I could not die yet! I realize now that though I was afraid, the hardest part about dying was dealing with the struggles I had inside.++Unhappy Ending++8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember it clearly, as if it was only yesterday. My name was Edward Anthony Masen. I was, as I said before, seventeen years olf. My father had already passed away, courtesy of the Spanish influenza. My mother was also ill, she in worse condition than I. I knew I couldn't last long. I was grateful to the doctor, Carlisle Cullen, for staying by my side.
But even with his company, I could not be swayed from my inner turmoil; my battle with regret. I had not done anything to deserve this! I wanted to be a musician. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to be married, ha
escape from snape...etc pt.2"Damn, Snape's gonna kill us!"escape from snape...etc pt.28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh stop worrying Potter, I'll just explain the situation"
Harry whipped around to face Draco, "what!?! You can't do that, nobody and I mean nobody, especially Snape would understand what we ..."
"For fuck's sake I don't mean to tell him about that, I'll say I had to use the bathroom and I saw you slinking around the halls so I decided to follow you." A smirk spread across his porcelain skin and etching the corners of his satin lips onto his sleek face.
"Oh yeh Draco lets get me into more of a deep pit with Snape and McGonagall both!" raged Harry as he threw his arms up in defeat.
"No just say you had to go tell Trelawney to shove it, Snape hates her and he'll understand why we were both caught at that point."
"Right, whatever you say Malfoy" Draco stopped for a moment to steal a look at the boy in front of him, Damn I didn't think he'd be so fiesty, but I have to admit it kinda does give him an edge. </b>
"What are you you looking at?" Harry's
I Wish I Lived In Newfoundlandit doesn't matter whatI Wish I Lived In Newfoundland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anybody else call you,
when i call you names
like "lover" and "mine"
and "hot sexy beast".
it doesn't matter that
we don't even live in
the same country, or
that we've never met
and that we probably won't for
eight hundred and eight years;
that's eight hundred and eight
years too many to live without
your shining face brightening
my otherwise unbearable life.
it doesn't matter that
this is cheesy as fuck
and been said before
but as long as you're
smiling, then i'm good.
it doesn't matter that i can't see it
because i believe it. in this. in us.
it doesn't matter that
nobody knows about
us. well, maybe two
people do. but two
isn't comparable to
how much we want
to be with each other,
in each other's beds,
in each other's city.
none of that matters because
at least we're in each other's
I'm Not OpposedYou must think that I'm stupid,I'm Not Opposed10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or that my brain has broken down.
I've poured it out to you from my heart,
But I've said nothing too profound.
And still you won't believe me.
You just tell me how to feel.
You must think I'm made of paper,
But I will tell you now that I'm completely real.
What can I do to make you see?
How can I make you believe in me?
I'm not the little kid that I used to be.
Because the way I feel makes me completely real,
And I'm not opposed to telling you the deal.
My manner's not been perfect,
I think we can agree.
You provided me with vision,
But I don't need your eyes to see.
Why won't you believe me?
You'd rather see me cry.
You must think I'm a loser,
But I can't figure out the reasons why.
What can I say so that you'll understand?
You can't control the life I have planned.
You try to keep me down by holding my hand,
And you make me cry without a reason why.
Well, I'm not opposed to telling you goodbye.
Are my feelings unimportant?
Are things just said and done
Waiting With StrangersYou know what blows my mind? Strangers. Well, not just strangers, but the contrast between strangers and friends. I notice it a lot more when I'm forced to be around strangers for extended periods of time. It happens hundreds of times every day. Bus stops, elevators, restaurants, waiting rooms. I start to wonder about these people, these strangers. I'm not too great at reading faces, but I still try. Its hard not to wonder about them. Why are they here? Where did they come from? What are they really like? In a certain way you start to know them. You begin to recognize bits and pieces of emotion in their faces, emotion that you go through each and every day. A grimace, a half-grin, eyes that stare listlessly at the ground, their owner clearly lost in thought. Its the kind of stuff you hide from anyone that you consider a friend. No one wants to be friends with someone like that. Someone who lets their pain shine through, someone "troubled", someone "depressed". Someone who has the intelWaiting With Strangers6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This