a lie that tells the truthplease don’t write me as a ghost girl,a lie that tells the truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all blurry lines and faded features
that caricature themselves into the minds
of those that think they see me--
i am not a canvas.
my life is not a blank sheet for you
to paint your vision across,
and i have no wires in my bones--
you cannot pose me so i’ll catch the light
like a kaleidoscope of clever quirks
and tragic backstories;
i am written in the words i discard
when i write bad poetry at 3am, and if you look,
you can find me echoed back to you
in my all time top five favorite movies.
i am the way my hands hurt
when i get nervous;
i am the urge to speak italian,
even though after a year of classes, i can barely
i am the calmness that hits
when i smell cigarettes, even though
i’ve never smoked,
and i am the grudges that have lingered
because i forget to let things go,
and i am the passive-aggressive comments
that i should be sorry for, but
never really am.
if you want, you can trace your pen along
HaikusHaikus are for usHaikus7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who find there is less and less
to actually say
Pink Doesn't Suit YouOrihime lay on a large white couch, her makeshift bed. Her arm rested over her eyes. She hovered in that unpleasant middle ground of consciousness where she was neither fully awake nor asleep. She groaned softly. Ulquiorra would be entering her room soon to announce it was time to eat.Pink Doesn't Suit You7 years ago in Romance More Like This
More like threaten to finish her food this time, unless she wanted him to give her an IV or shove the food down her throat. And yet, no matter how many times Ulquiorra threatened her, he never carried it out.
With a little effort she pushed herself off the couch. She stretched, satisfied with the small pops she felt down her spine. Her back was to the door when the handle appeared. The door creaked open, and a figure entered the room.
Orihime turned around. “I thought you usually announced yourself before you entered, Ulqui—”
She stopped. The person standing before her was definitely not Ulquiorra. He was a pink-haired, bespectacled man, a grin plastered across his face. His ambe
PDSU - Laughter in the RainUlquiorra stood in the doorframe before he left for another mission. "Szayel isn't doing anything to you, is he?"PDSU - Laughter in the Rain7 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ulquiorra?" Orihime's eyes widened. "Wait, did—did you ask me something?"
To say she was surprised would've been an understatement. This was the first time since she arrived that he had posed her a question. And she didn't even have to start the conversation.
"Nothing," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Orihime opened her mouth, about to call to him, when Ulquiorra shut the door with a soft click. She stared at the door and sighed. "I guess it's better than nothing," she said, plopping down on the couch. "He seems to be making an effort to reach out to me. More than before, anyway."
"It's always baby-steps, as you humans would put it, when it comes to the Cuatro Espada."
"That's for sure," said Orihime with a slight smile. She jumped up from the couch and sprinted to the door.
"I have a surprise for you today, Orihime-san," Szayel said, shutting the door
PDSU - Honey and VinegarSzayel wandered around his domain, desperate to distract himself from the unique specimen he had the pleasure of examining. He fluttered from experiment to experiment, and even started working on the data he retrieved from his brother—but it was useless. After an hour, with nothing accomplished, he went to his resting chambers. Some of the furniture was covered in a light sheen of dust from disuse. He lowered himself into one of the chairs and released a shaky sigh. Restlessness was a foreign feeling for the Octava Espada, one he did not particularly relish.PDSU - Honey and Vinegar7 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Damn Ulquiorra! I despise being interrupted, especially when I’ve just gotten to the best part,” Szayel muttered, his head resting on his hand. “I won’t be able to focus on anything else until I finish what I’ve started.”
Minutes passed as he sat, thinking of nothing in particular. Then an idea struck him. He jumped out of his seat and headed for the door. Lumina and Verona called af
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
Yaoi Note::: Day Three--Yaoi Note::: Day Three8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
L: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! **jumps up and down on Light*
Light: wtf?! **rubs eyes**
L: um I dunno **looks around wide eyed**
Light: did you have sugar? A lot.. Of sugar ?
L: maybuh .
PDSU - MonsterOrihime sat at the table, her head resting on its smooth cool surface. She had hoped it would help with the faint throbbing that threatened to drive her crazy. It didn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks warmer than before.PDSU - Monster7 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn’t believe that she and Szayel…they had…
Even now the whole situation felt surreal. The feeling of Szayel’s lips on hers. His tongue making slow, soft circles into her neck. His fingers pressing into her hips. A shudder ran down Orihime’s spine. Thinking about was not helping.
She sat up, sighing.
What had she gotten herself into? Their kiss wasn’t merely a kiss. It was a kiss. But what did that mean? Was it possible that she was starting to have feelings for—
Orihime stopped herself before she could finish that thought. No. Szayel was their enemy. And yet, the more she tried to deny it, the clearer it was that…perhaps…just maybe...
She crossed the room and lay down on the
ObliviousYou're the only one who cannot see,Oblivious5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This burning need inside.
This desperate want, this massive love,
I'm always forced to hide.
I want so much to tell you,
Just how you make me feel.
But I'll never have the courage,
To break this vocal seal.
You make me so confused,
So happy, so sad, insane.
And yet you never see,
The extent of all my pain.
I know its not your fault,
It's mine and mine alone.
I'm the one who fell in love,
The fault is all my own.
So I guess this is a plea,
Because you make my brain so hazy.
I need a break from all this hurt,
So please, stop making me crazy.
melloxmatt and lightxL fanficHey . Mello!! WAKE UP! a voice cried in the room.melloxmatt and lightxL fanfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rays of sun shone through the blades of the already bright room, the fan above his head swirled around giving off a slight cool breeze. Mello laid across the black couch, one arm raised to cover his eyes from the light.
What is it, matt? Mello said sleepily, giving off a yawn.
Mello, mello, mello, mello!!! matt cried, chanting his name as if he didnt say it so many times.
WHAT DO YOU WANT MATT!!! mello yelled at the top of his lungs, leaping from his position on the couch.
Ryuzaki is coming, mello. Ryuzaki is coming to visit! Matt said jumping up and down holding is game in his hand.
Wha-What! Are you sure, is he really coming! Mello stammered.
yeah he is, watari called and told roger, turns out that he only had a short break from the kira case. Matt said holding up his index finger.
Mello and matt made there way to the lobby of the
Light x L - Mis. Chapter 2Light walked around the room he and L shared. The detective had insisted that they still stay in the same room, though the chain was removed from them the week before. He was still confused by this. As he stared into the mirror, he wondered what Ls true motives behind that were. He began to check himself to make sure he looked alright.Light x L - Mis. Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
L what are you doing these things for? He examined his brown eyes for a moment. I mean, its true that you think that I am Kira, but to still sleep in the same place even after the chain was taken off? Still... He sighed. Its true that I spend a lot of time with Misa, but Lights voice trailed off when he realized that he was talking to himself again.
I dont really have any affection toward her. She is just a friend, at some times not even that, though she seems to think otherwise. He shook his head and looked deep into his reflections eyes. No, L my
Almost As Perfect As...We tied our promises toAlmost As Perfect As...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like ribbons so that we
And we lay in the grass
Calling the black ones Nevermore
And the white ones Odette.
Because if we could pretend we
Were in the same park
Then we could pretend anything.
And remember the fountain,
The bridge, the single tree
We'd sit beneath.
And remember the sea,
The house, the intellectual air
Which I never saw
But which you told me
So earnestly about.
Like a bracelet of silver
They are wind-chimes
When I breathe.
And the scent of
Loveless Jingle BellsRitsuka's war machine,Loveless Jingle Bells10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is a sexy college man,
Is an under aged cat boy.
Two sexy yaoi men,
Chained up neck to neck,
The show revolved around butterflies,
But hey who gives a heck.
Jingle Bells Jingle Bells,
Ritsuka's got a slave,
Zero units been beat up,
Oh wont Soubi behave?
Jingle Bells Jingle Bells,
Soubi must be gay,
Not that that is a problem
I like boys more that way!
Sang to the tune of Jingle bells. ^^ I have too much free time at school.
How I hate her......How I hate her......11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dust
so..no more flirt flirt
only playing with dirty dirt
underneath her skirt
How I hate myself
More than all the girls you ever slept with.
than roadkills, wasps on icecream and pants I can't fit
you tell me you love me...alot..
almost as much as you loved her
everything I say
to feel this way
. sometimes .sometimes. sometimes .6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
being an artist
just feels like being an idiot
with an obsession
you are a god
PDSU - I Heard It Through..."Oi, Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra!"PDSU - I Heard It Through...7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ulquiorra winced. "What is it, Yammy?"
"Well, damn!" said Yammy, scratching his head. "I've been calling you for a minute, and you haven't answered me! I said, did you hear the latest rumor that's going arou—"
Ulquiorra sighed. "I didn't answer because your question did not deem worthy to be answered. Honestly, Yammy, I cannot comprehend your fascination with those snippets that float about Las Noches." The other Espada stared at him. "I don't know why you like listening to those stupid rumors."
Yammy shrugged as they continued to the Espada lounge. Ulquiorra wasn't pleased to be going there, but somehow—he wasn't quite sure how—Yammy had convinced him he needed to spend more time with the others. Something about how the woman was starting to make him weak. Ulquiorra hadn't been paying attention.
Or maybe he wanted Yammy to shut up.
When they entered the room they found Starrk lying on one of the couches, taking up the whole thin
ButterBreakfast was real oatmealButter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
Cordyceps I don't have much time. I have to get this down before I go up something bad happens. Up, up, up. I don't know how this happened. All I know is my brother climbed to the roof up, up, up of our apartment complex in the sky, have to go up and died. Some sort of mushroom or something was growing out of the back of his head upupupup. The tendrils were small, brightly coloured, and I could see the spores fall and be taken by the slight breeze.Cordyceps4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We didn't question his disappearance. He disappears all the time.
But then I went up up up to the roof.
And he was lying there, cooking in the sun, the horrible shrooms growing out of his skull.
Now I have to go up, up, up a fever or something. My head hurts, and there's a swelling at the back of my skull. I must go up don't think I'll survive much longer. If this is the same thing that happened to my brother
I want to go up. Up, up, to the sky.
I want to go to th
for you.If you;for you.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.
have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you still
r e a l l y feel.
have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.
have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.
This is for you.
Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes hard. It becomes desolate. You're isolated and you're just stranded. You're trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the viole