I've missed you soLightening claws tearing the nightI've missed you so3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sharp sound of the dark paper
The silver coin of moon in the pond
The whispers between wind and leaves
Maybe I was wrong to leave
Maybe you were wrong to hope
Maybe you should've let it go
I've missed you so...
I'm just far too late to admit it...
The same color the sky holds
The same beauty of the spring
You seem so happy, can you not feel?
The emptiness I'm feeling without you?
Why are you smiling? There's nothing to laugh about
Why are you keeping silence? Can you not hear?
Why can't you leave me the same way I did to you?
I've missed you so...
I'm just far too late to admit it...
I'm so desperate, I'm so lost
Price of my sins, a heavy cost
The payback, is crushing my back
The pain in your eyes, slaughters my happiness
Can I put my head on your shoulders?
Can I gain the safety your arms hold?
Can you hold me like you did last time?
Before I run away, afraid of love?
Can you still love me when we can't reach?
Can you j
- S o r r y - - S o r r y -- S o r r y -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for so many things.
Sorry for making promises I couldn't keep,
Sorry for making you believe,
Sorry for making you remember all the pain.
I'm sorry your immune system sucks,
Sorry about your insecurities,
slimy little sweethearttoday somethingslimy little sweetheart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realized the importance
of having a body.
why we are just not
spirals of sweaty souls
i think it is because it is important
to be touched
to know that your mouth
is warm. to throw my arms around your neck
in a sloppy, slutty wreck
to look at you and not be able
to see anything else. to find you
undressed, unguarded and regressed
into a slimy little sea animal.
unbeautiful but most beautiful just
because you are, honey
and also. because
it is important to see
how ugly and terrible we really
bastard and the beastwe were in a room full of chinabastard and the beast3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just you & i
and i said hey, don't you go anywhere
and there was a low growl fornicating in my stomach
your eyes flashed bright on me
and my eyes narrowed on you and
it wasn't about my friend
or the murder
or your psychosis
it was that you left me
with my own psychosis
sagging heavily from my shoulder
and i hated you
and we were in a room full of china
you & i
your skull felt sweet along my knuckles
your blood tasted sweet on my hungry skin
my honest nature with an angel's head
and a mouth full of slobbering sex
i mounted you
i was moved by your defeat
my eyes sang salt and salvation over
my bare and bouncing breasts
and i shattered your body against the glass
and i hated you
just you & i.
we were in a room full of china
when i murdered you.
Supernatural: Purgatory. (Chap 1 of ? fic's)Supernatural: Purgatory. (Chap 1 of ? fic's)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I do not own Supernatural or any of it's REAL characters.
I own the fictional character I have created for MYSELF.
My feet were officially numb. I couldn't see anything, it was all just blurry.
I was running so fast that the huge trees around me we're like colossal shadows towering over me.
Despite my best efforts to outrun the terrible beast that had been chasing me, I was failing, worse, it was gaining on me, it was getting faster and I was getting slower with exhaustion.
Finally, I found my escape, a thick low hanging branch was just feet ahead of me, I skidded to a halt leaping ten feet in the air and landing on the middle of the branch, I raced up the tree claws leaving holes all the way up it clean threw it's sappy grey and white bark.
It was definitely old, and looked burnt despite the fact that fire hadn't been anywhere in this forest for as long as I've lived.
Which isn't very long compared to most of the other monsters here. When I looked around, the monster was gone, but I w
on finding EdenOh, we have betrayed your brother-on finding Eden3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bare-assed, raw on grass-
words are said and not said,
flourishes are understood.
four arms, one body two heads,
the moon is silent. she is
watching but unseen. but i see you!
i see you, baby, i see you.
was i perfect before you
said so? before you saw me
and took me, before you
held my anguish in front
of me and found that it
was not worthy of
and was i ever so alive?
every breath, every cry,
moan and groan, every
whimper of your name,
of mine, every plea
for the world to end
with your head between my legs,
every dirty word, your body
aching for my own pleasure,
(come for me baby, come),
blood in sync, the rise
and the meeting of breast
to chest, of glory to glory,
of cunt to cock, the arch, and then the
rise and the fall of babylon and then
the arch and rise again, again- again.
oh, we have betrayed your brother-
my blood belonging to the both of you.
his soul, small and selfish,
had already betrayed me.
there is no
on the smell of smokethe scent of oldon the smell of smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and unhidden smoke
smells good to me.
'and me,' says she.
'it reminds me of the comfort
my father used to be.'
'and me,' says she.
'it reminds me of my mother
and the love she made for me.'
it is a comfort-
but a bitter one.
the only thing i miss
is laying heat-stricken, sweat-slicken
cigarette stench sweetly floating-
my naked body carving
your hollows and responding
to your echoes-
the nicotine you sweat out
while you fucked me.
during the post-fuck cigarette,
sleepy-eyed with cum,cancer,glory.
your arms both saved and trapped me-
your love was a burnt
and shitty offering.
Your Heart's A Mess (Part 1)Your Heart's A Mess (Part 1)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Rise and shine, Sammy!"
Dean's deep voice boomed through his younger brother's ears, causing him to jolt slightly as his eyes popped open.
"What's going on?"
"Just got a call from one of dad's old contacts, Isaiah Hale. He's a hunter from Hillsboro that he used to work cases with. His wife was pretty much shredded by one hell of a demon a few months ago, now they swear it's back and want our help hunting the son of a bitch down."
"They?" Sam asked, pushing his hair back.
"Yeah. His daughter is a hunter too, and so is her boyfriend. They don't think this is one they can handle alone, though, and given the graphic stories he was telling about deaths in the area I'm pretty inclined to believe them."
"Did you get online and research any of it yet to make sure this isn't just a trap?"
"Come on, Sammy, that's your job."
Dean grinned as he left his brother's room, earning a head shake and involuntary smile from him.
"Well, the stories are definitely real." Sam said, motioning his brother to
anticipating tomorrowtomorrow i am sureanticipating tomorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be full of
a lot of things
we've been through
i want to fuck you the way
that i yell at you
i want to touch you the way
that i beat my head into
a concrete wall because i was feenin' and
you made it easy to be mad.
i don't want to cry until after.
i want to put my hands on both your shoulders and
slide them against your skin. it will come off
if i rub too hard.
you walk around,
thinking that no one will be able to tell what
you are underneath but i know what
you are underneath.
you are a slimy little sweetheart
i meant it before and i mean it now
i just wish you'd quit trying to be so goddamn tough all the time
but i can play tough too.
i want to look in your eyes the whole time
and they won't be surrendered to the sweet eye fog that sentimental sex makes,
i will be sharp
i will be the hawk
you are the snake
i'm going to fucking
Aro's ReturnThe stranger's face was partially concealed by a wide hood, which was similar in color to the black cloak that fell to his feet. His jaw was hard and strong, with a set of white teeth that shimmered in his hollow, handsome face. The landlord put down his glass. This was obviously a person of some distinction.Aro's Return5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, waddling closer on his fat legs. The man turned and looked at him contemptuously. "I'm looking for a girl who once lived here," he said softly. "She would be about eighteen by now. Capito?"
"Oh, yes, I speak English, my good sir," laughed the landlord. "But I don't know how to help you. There are so many young ladies in this village. To single out one of them"
"She doesn't look like the rest," the man interrupted. "She is fair, with golden hair. Not dark."
The landlord's eyes immediately lit up. "Ah! You mean Signorina Rossi! She is one of my tenants."
The dark man leaned forward. "Indeed? Are you sure?"
"Ah, quite sure, signor. S
Loving a Android Chp 1Loving a Android Chp 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oi guys!!! I'm made up this extra story at how Cell and Fu got to know eachother and eventually fal in love!!! Hope you guys like it!! I do not own any of the dragonball characters except my own!!!
Chapter 1- A race
Cell was getting bored with the puny humans he killed...too bad the saiyan warriors died so early. He somehow managed to power up his kameha to surpass the kid and he won the Cell Games. But now, he was growing bored of just killing humans...but then he remembered. That saiyan girl...he didn't know where she was and she could be of some entertainment for now.
"hmph..." he chuckled. Yes, she could be of some use. And with that he shot off towards the sky.
On the other part of the city, Furipa was gathering all scraps of food she could find and bring back home as soon as she could. She then gasped when she felt a huge ki coming towards her direction. She hid beside a alley and lowered her ki and hoped he didn't find her. Lord only knows what he could do to her.
on my bewitchmenthalf asleepon my bewitchment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my name so soft from behind me
hmmmmmmmm? i turn over and
there you are.
cock balls sincerity and all-
your hand reaches for me
hannah, you turn over so fucking pretty
so fucking perfect
and you mean it, i am worth it-
the sweat that licked you in places i couldn't,
the seldom sung song of my insides-
those sounds pouring from bones and showers and the witching hours,
the satisfaction that rarely satisfies me,
the cigarette you meant to smoke an hour ago.
for once i am not saying
'i want to fuck again'
for once i am saying
'i want to fall asleep with you'
besides, i am fire
and i burn everything
on yesterdaythere are still places in meon yesterday3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that should not be still
a drink and a smoke and
a drink and a pill,
i think and a smoke and
a sink and i spill
a day when i
the missus and the mister
drive calm in their corvette,
her hair protected with a net-
his eyes cast narrow past her neck,
they are not tall where they are short.
and was yesterday
a day when i was
keen of all
a body at a top of a hill must come down
there is no right, or left,
a soul at the top of the hill must
fall and shatter.
small beaches carry my weight
in unreturned breaths,
i carry my stomach and have yet
to frame my beloved for my murder.
and the kind men remain kinder, too kind-
for if i am tired, i will surely sleep.
if i am bored, i shall surely wander.
if i am sad, i will merely weep.
kind men, hearts all asunder,
purge your efforts on some
and close your eyes, soundly.
remain deaf and dumb to the
fruits of salt and cum
was surely a day
where my bones would ki
on new york cityI never made it to Brooklyn,on new york city4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I meant to make it to Brooklyn,
instead I spent a long, weary night
funneling through Manhattan pedestrians
trying to pick out something good
in all of it.
I wanted to go to Brooklyn,
and sit pretty on a subway.
talk to a man about my sex life,
extinct as it was at the time,
but never speak about anything
I screened a street painter for
sanity. I think I found the calmest
sense of purpose in his lack of geometrics
I want to tunnel into the dirt. Burn my body
in the cold crust of it and wait for
the pensions of hell
Calamity Clarisse chpt7 pt2Calamity Clarisse chpt7 pt24 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: I should probably let you know beforehand that this chapter was cut because I thought the last two scenes didn't fit the rest therefore, most of the funny parts got cut out for a new chapter I'll be adding between this one and the one that was supposed to be the eighth chapter. I'm free from school so next chapter will come, I hope, quite quickly. Don't expect to laugh in this part of the chapter but the next one is a rather cute one so I hope you're not *too* disappointed, ok?
Chapter 7: So maybe everybody does hate Chris after all (Part 2)
"You throw like a wimp! Teach you to try marrying me, you
idiot!" –Clarisse La Rue –The Sea of Monsters
For a daughter of Aphrodite, Silena had a surprisingly strong grip. She walked me all the way from the Arts and Crafts room to the Arena, gathering all sorts of looks from other campers. We passed through the volleyball cour
Vol 1: The Inheritance- Ch 1The IslandVol 1: The Inheritance- Ch 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My childhood for me was never 'conventional'. I didn't grow up with a mother and a father like most other children. I didn't have dolls or toys. But there again, what is normal when my mother is an unknown shadow of my father's past and my father well, where do I start with him? Powerful, ruthless, he had everything and there was nothing he wanted that he couldn't get well except one thing. But she was long gone
All I know of her; the woman whose name can never be spoken, was that she was truly beautiful. An angel.
I'm told my birth was both filled with joy and great sorrow new life began as hers faded. There was nothing the medics could do the help her. Or so they had said. It cost them their lives anyhow. For how else can a crime lord such as he handle such a loss?
My birth was the last time he saw me until I was ten...
Dark storm clouds pressed in around the island and sharp waves lifted the sea onto jagged rocks. Rain scorche
i cannot feel it anymoremy own heart,i cannot feel it anymore6 years ago in Other More Like This
the most terrible thing i ever knew,
more than the seventeen candles i could
not gather the breath to extinguish,
more than the shake in my fingers as i said
i could not love you like you love me,
more than the sheer face from which
my stomach sank
as you swore you loved me the same
way i loved you and how i knew in my heart
you were wrong;
peeling back my thoughts to see
how you loved her, seeing that the windows
gleamed because you loved her,
knowing that your dreams bloomed because you loved her
never feeling how your body screamed
Regret"Dean."Regret3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Not now, Cas."
No. Dean can't listen to this right now, wouldn't listen. He knows what Castiel is going to say, and he doesn't want to hear it. It wouldn't matter anyway, not now. They have more important things to worry about--like the souls of every damn monster he'd ever hunted in his life trying to kick their asses. Damn his luck. Damn his job. Damn Purgatory. Damn everything.
"Damn it Cas--" He turns to look at the angel--his angel, still, after everything--only to stop at the ancient, sorrowful expression on Castiel's face, the haunted look in his eyes; the eyes of someone who had tried so hard to do right, and only ended up doing everything wrong.
Birthday PlansDisclaimer: I disclaim. Disclaim aallll of this. except the story line, words, and stupidity. I have to own up to those.Birthday Plans4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred groans in his bed. He is alone, again. Arthur is usually in there with him, adding a familiar warmth to the place, but he's been gone for a week now. Alfred's birthday is coming up which always brings back bad memories for Arthur, for both of them really, so the Brit is gone for at least a week. It happens every year; Arthur leaves for a week or more and Alfred is left in his large bed alone. His birthday is in two days and he would love nothing more than to spend it with his moody little Englishman. Alfred, in his desperation, decided early that he will go ask the other nations for help in the morning. Surely one of them will know what to do.
Alfred goes to Mat
Invisible ChainsInvisible Chains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound by invisible chains
Beseech the unknown for a knight
Open the cage to be set free
A key to open the lock
The lock that lives in my mind
Trapped in darkness
Hidden inside shadows
Sunlights flames are craved
Burn the flesh of the blameless
Surrounded by nightmares
Enemies inside myself
Weakness in the quake
Hush the sound of silence
Seize my handcuffs
Release me into my screams
Memories a trap
It lies in wait
Safety knocks on my door
Death twists the handle
Encircle the disease
Take the blind to darkness
Leave me to my madness
Blacken the unseen
Bound by invisible chains
Treasure HuntA part of Rumpelstiltskin had always wanted grandchildren. He wanted to make up for his corrupted fatherhood in a new generation, yet he never wanted to use his future grandchild simply because he felt guilty over how badly he had wronged his son.Treasure Hunt3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was probably the reason why Rumpelstiltskin distanced himself from Henry the moment he knew. He always felt it; some strange, paternal side cared for the boy, from the moment he set eyes on the squirming infant, through the years he watched from afar as young Henry aged under Regina's care.
When Emma finally, bluntly decided to stop beating around the bush and ask the grandfather why he hated his grandson, Rumpelstiltskin was floored, as well as admittedly hurt.
He never hated the boy, even when he distanced himself as far as he possibly could when he found out the little lad had a biological relation to him. He pulled away only because he didn't want to repeat past mistakes, and end up hurting Henry in a way he'd never want him to be hu
13. Death13. Death13. Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Death was not reaping, he was watching.
He stood out against the sky as but a shadow, a flicker against the sun, with no discernible shape except the outline and mirror of the landscape. It would be acceptable to say that there was earth, and there was death. Man thinks God is omnipotent, but God has his perch and Death has his, and no matter what the humans believe, they are two completely different things. Death has no throne, he is no king. He is the inverted image of the earth, a cut out of the sky that separates man from God, and God from universe.
Death is what they call him, what they've named him, and he responds to it well enough, without really thinking or caring. He remembers when it was carved into stone in a thousand languages, printed into books, whispered by holy men as they dreamed of his pale horse.
* * *
"I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four li
I hope this letter finds you..on the evening youI hope this letter finds you..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've spent the past
doing nothing but
you will be
all too aware of
the feel of youth
your bad habits
used to have
your heart out
when measuring moments
will seem only
less about living
with love be-
from the pavement
i am a salamanderyou were the heaviest weight in my legs when i sunk to the sediment below the surface, the salted winds birthing vacancies in my stomach; a paler form of death, light my hands on fire; a sweeter breath of black, pull me further under.i am a salamander6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i have always been a salamander, losing myself only to grow once more. i am the curtains in our window, densely drawn and writhing like water snakes, simply sheer films of fabric dancing under the pretense of being something special. i hope someday you love me; i hope someday i'm worth loving. for now, i am a seashell ring wrung round my finger, imprinted with starfish and clenching over the veins at the knuckle. here, i wait.
you are infinite, you are mountains. i still spit rocks from the dream i had a week ago where i kissed you and you held me and it wasn't romantic but it was nice. i am still uncomfortable with my waist and jaw and the music i can feel you sing. you are stones and trees, breath in the weighted skyline. i like the way i