Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"just walk into the light "shut your mouth and close your eyes
or keep heading for the black for darkness you have a knack
if you're looking for delight" you're the devil in disguise"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"choose the realm where to go: "choose the realm where to go:
three headed demons that attack three headed demons that attack
or pale angels that think slow?" or pale angels that think slow?"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"shut your mouth and close your eyes "just walk into the light
for darkness you have a knack or keep heading for the black
you're the devil in disguise" if you're looking for delight"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
EdieEdie6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her skin of powdered rice paper
the scent of rotting orchids,
a drug-induced Noh dancer with
slow-writhing limbs akimbo-
silver-gilded girl of the moment
at the factory that turned out
Monroe silk screens, and porn
to the drone of a refrigerator,
from asylum to the Big Apple,
the apple of her father's eye
and of his desires, she'd sleep
among the gay lovers, pretty boys
with erotic names of exotic birds,
knowing she was safe for a while
as they quarreled amongst themselves-
who'd bring her chocolate shakes,
and chauffeur their princess
to her doctor's for injections
(she was too much a lady to do it herself)
until her fingertips became match-heads
setting fire to hotel rooms,
flailing from inside a closet
while bellboys stole her furs-
face of a comatose junkie drawing deep
on filter-less cigarettes
(she wasn't afraid). And yet, what deeds
have you, Edith, what deeds?
But wasn't she fabulous! remembering
back when she and Suky spent trips
screaming from an open convertible
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Dead TearsDead Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone.
I am a squished banana
Under the foot of a clown
Peel back my yellow layers
Reveal the soft white child inside
I am slightly mushy
Perhaps you should have eaten me sooner.
Today they forgot to give me crackers with my soup.
I think they did it on purpose.
Why should I have crackers
If nobody loves me?
I sit alone outside the library.
There is no place to sit inside.
It's always like this.
Oh! What a cruel existance is this?
Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Perhaps I gave the wrong postal code.
Santa does not exist.
The blood trickles down my chin
And onto my inadequately-developed chest.
The clown laughs no more.
Egoista Pero... ¿Por qué no te gusto? ¿Qué tengo yo de malo?Egoista4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mira.... ¿Ves esto? ¿Lo ves?
Sus inmensos ojos verdes ascienden desde el suelo hasta el punto al que él señala; no dice nada, se limita a llorar en silencio. Una lágrima tras otra. El nudo crece justo sobre su lengua. Abriría los labios para añadirle un zumbido a las lágrimas pero su orgullo no se lo permite.
Está vacío , él y su crudeza, él y su maldita tranquilidad . No no no sé cuándo empecé a quererte, tampoco sé cuando dejé de hacerlo , engulle saliva, buscando un poco de tiempo para poder ordenar un par de palabras que tengan algún tipo de sentido . Me lo has matado... Todo este tiempo... No se puede hablar contigo... es intentarlo... y... Una tras otra, sus vacilaciones otorgan incoherencia a todo cuanto dice.
¿Qué tengo yo de malo?
ProposalI've got your purple car,Proposal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your flash Miami house.
You can bring your dog and cat,
And I will bring my mouse.
You will have a study,
And you'll get a big surprise,
'Cause stuck above the study door,
Will be your Nobel prize.
We'll make love in our king size bed,
Our pool, your desk, wherever,
In front of our warm fireplace,
During the coldest weather.
You'll make me kind of crazy,
And I'll do the same to you,
But no matter what is said or done,
We'll always make it through.
So I guess it's down to you,
It's you who holds the key,
You are my one and only,
So will you marry me?
PDSU - TelephoneDespite popular belief, Szayel didn't stay cooped up in his domain, hunched over his experiments for days at a time. The only reason anyone believed this rumor was because he was never seen around Las Noches. But as the famous saying goes, one should never assume anything. The Octava Espada simply excelled at staying invisible. He avoided the densely populated areas of Las Noches, like the Espada common room, in favor of more deserted ones.PDSU - Telephone7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Szayel had his reasons for avoiding the other Arrancar. If there were any other pastime more popular in Hueco Mundo than sparring, it would be spreading the latest piece of gossip spewed out from the rumor mill. And Szayel wasn't one to listen to gossip. He had been the subject of one too many rumors in the past, like "The Octava Espada is gay," "His hair isn't naturally pink," and "Cirucci dumped him because he was too girly for her."
But this time he couldn't avoid it. Szayel needed to get to Aizen's throne room and report how Orihime was doing, a
PDSU - Descriptive StatisticsAs eager as he was to start his experiment, Szayel forced himself not to rush to Orihime’s room. If there was anything he prided himself on, it was his self-control. A group of low-level Arrancar eyed him, rightfully worried at the sight of an excited Octava Espada. He ignored their gazes, his anticipation growing as he reached his destination. He was nearly to her room when someone stepped in his path.PDSU - Descriptive Statistics7 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Szayel,” said Nnoitra, offering him a grin. “What are you doing up here in the land of the ‘living’? I thought you didn’t leave your lab except when Aizen-sama ordered you up here for meetings.”
Szayel glared up at the Quinta Espada. “That’s really none of your concern. Move.” He tried walking around, but Nnoitra stuck out his arm, effectively blocking the door.
“Hey, don’t be like that! What’s got you so antsy you don’t even want to have a friendly chat? After all we’ve been through.”
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
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
PDSU - Make Your Own FateFor the first time since becoming Orihime’s guard, Szayel was relieved Ulquiorra had no missions. He needed some time away from her, to gather his disjointed thoughts and hopefully make sense of things.PDSU - Make Your Own Fate6 years ago in Romance More Like This
Why couldn’t he bring himself to erase her memories of him? Before Szayel had brought her to his domain, he knew that’s what he wanted. Even when Orihime was strapped to the chair, his hand on the switch, he had no doubts. Only when she looked at him, desperation and confusion etched into her features, did he find himself hesitating.
Then Orihime closed her eyes, seemingly at peace with what Szayel was going to do. That one act sealed the deal. He couldn’t do it. Even though he knew it would be better for her to forget—for both of them to forget—what they shared, Szayel simply couldn’t flip the switch, no matter how hard he tried.
What had they shared, anyway? What was their relationship? Guard and prisoner? Friendship? Something mo
HaikusHaikus are for usHaikus7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who find there is less and less
to actually say
PDSU - TranslationSzayel was annoyed, but not surprised, when Lumina and Verona entered his laboratory, informing him Aizen had requested his presence. Nor was he was particularly fazed when he bumped into Ulquiorra, who also happened to be heading to the throne room.PDSU - Translation7 years ago in Romance More Like This
But he was pissed.
Whatever was in store for him couldn’t possibly be good. And unlike the ‘comrade’ beside him, Szayel wasn’t above expressing said emotion. He glared at Ulquiorra with the same disdain Grimmjow had for Luppi—and then some. In hindsight, he had been too optimistic in thinking the Cuatro Espada would let him get away with anything.
Ulquiorra spoke first, which was odd in-and-of itself. “Aizen-sama, I feel you should reconsider your assigning Szayel as the woman’s guard while I’m on missions.” He shot Szayel a pointed look. “He’s too reckless.”
“Reckless?” asked Aizen, his interest piqued. “In what way?”
“Not only did he all
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
Yaoi Note::: Day Three--Yaoi Note::: Day Three7 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 .
YAOI YAOI PARADISE story 1warning: shounen-ai/yaoi and fluffYAOI YAOI PARADISE story 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
story 1: RaitoL
Title: Midnight Kisses
Light looked up from his computer to see L sitting in his chair, thumb to mouth, legs scrunched up to his chin and eyes closed. Light smiled and chuckled. L looked so cute when he was asleep.
Light couldn't deny he liked the detective. He was too cute for his own good. The boy looked at his watch and sighed. It was almost midnight.
"Ryuuzaki? Ryuuzaki!" He whispered.
L didn't stir.
"L? L-san? Ryuuzaki-kun? L-chan, wake up. We need to go to bed in an actual bed." Light whispered.
L still didn't move except for the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Light sighed, and settled himself in his chair. He then got an idea. He got up and went over to the detective, then laid a chaste kiss on his lips.
L was still out cold.
Light groaned. Then went back to his chair. Soon, Light's breathing slowed, and he
Burning Sometimes I want to just lie down and cry. Just cry and cry until there's nothing left inside me. No thoughts, no pain, nothing but the slow beat of my heart as it reminds me that I have to go on living. That when I get up there will be a new day that will bring a new wave of pain to my heart. I want to hate you for what you do to me, but how can I? How can I hate you for not being as deluded as I am? How can I hate you when it's me with this problem, this burning need to be loved by you? I can't, it wouldn't be fair. Hating you would be impossible anyway, because I love you too much.Burning5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I ask myself all the time what's wrong with me, what could be stopping you from loving me. I have a list as long as my arm, and it should at least stop me from fantasising about a life with you, but it fails every time. I find myself wanting you more and more each day, and dying inside when you make it clear that it'll never happen. How did I let myself get this far? How
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
WishesWishes12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't pray no more. I wish. Daddy says I'm a sinner but I don't care.
Maybe I don't have to care about nothing no more. Even if I did, I don't have the energy.
I'm tired all the time now. And I have to be strong enough to make my wishes.
I throw pennies in the fountain in front of the children's hospital. Not the regular pennies though. Ones I find on the floor. Heads up. Cause that means all day long ill have good luck. That means my wishes might come true.
I say wishes, but I only wish for one thing, really.
I don't pray no more. Momma cries about that sometimes. she thinks I'm a heathen I suppose. Some people say it. Maybe I embarrass her. That's why she cries. When I asked her "If god was real why would he do what he's doin' to me? I always went to church. I was a good boy. What'd I ever do to god?" she cried more. I think it was cause I'm right. But I didn't smile or nothing I just went on over to her and hugged her around the shoulders.
That's what daddy does when she cries.
PDSU - No Cure For...It was much too quiet for Ulquiorra's liking. Although he, more than most Arrancar, appreciated the silence, he was unnerved to hear nothing coming from inside Orihime's room. He turned the doorknob and entered. He half-expected to see her hunched form sitting at the table, reading a book, playing some game or even resting her head on the table, a bored look on her face. Instead he found her usual seat empty.PDSU - No Cure For...7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ulquiorra scanned the room. Where was she? Finally, his gaze rested upon her curled up form on the couch. Stepping closer he noticed Orihime's eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed as if she were in pain. He placed a hand on her forehead, but it took him a moment to realize the futility of his actions, as he had nothing to compare it to.
Was she feeling ill? How did she get sick? And more importantly, why now?
He had come to Orihime's room to inform her he would be on his longest mission to date, one spanning a day and a half. The thought of leaving her that long, with only Szayel a
. 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 - OperationOnce he heard the door to his domain slam shut, signaling Ulquiorra’s and Orihime’s exit, Szayel headed for his research lab. He grabbed the clipboard and the pen laying on top one of the tables, and started amending Orihime’s characteristics, recording the results of his latest experiment.PDSU - Operation7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Subject: Inoue Orihime
Age: 16 years old
Height: 157 cm
Family: Mother and Father (situation unknown), older brother (deceased; seems to have been the substitute parental figure during development), distant relatives
Physical Characteristics: Soft orange hair held back with two blue clips, brown eyes, smooth skin, heavily endowed chest
Other characteristics: Blushes easily, intelligent, observant, inquisitive, amusing sense of humor, frequently apologizes (submissive?), very warm, uncomfortable with familiarity, demure, eccentric, radiating light/life from her entire being...
Experiment 1: Exposu