SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have to tell few things
First of all my ENGLISH IS BAD..!
Second What's written in -...- means a person talking.
I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that's just something I can't control So I APOLOGIZE about it
Please don't get angry about it..!
SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.
Hinata rushed in the white-haired boy hands crying and mumbling something under her nose. The boy gave a glare to Sasuke who stood few meters away. He looked hurt and abandoned. He was the one who made her cry. He did something that made Hinata cry and chose the white-haired boy He was the bad one who loved that beautiful girl, but never got the chance to prove that as he always hurt her some or other way.
-CUT! Hinata heard a director yelling and the boy let her go. You did a great job Hinata! The boy said and Hinata smiled. Thank you. You was great too. Hinata sai
Bleach OC: RitsukoBleach OC: Ritsuko5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Squad 4, member of the 14th Relief Team
Name: Ritsuko Su
Nickname(s): Ritz, Ritzy, Ritsuko
Family: None in Soul Society, but was adopted into a shopkeepers dwelling prior to joining the academy
Sexual Preference: Straight
Hair colour: Mid-Brown, medium-long length, usually worn up with long bangs at front.
Eye colour: Blue
~ Keeping busy
~ People who make her laugh
~ Using her power (explained later)
~ Crowded places
~ Arguments, shouting etc.
Ethnicity: Unknown (probably mixed-race)
Personality: Ritsuko is a quiet person and is pretty shy around people. She spends a lot of time alone, partly due to her solitary nature but mainly because she is a mystery to the other soul reapers who don't always understand her motives. She dislikes conflict and crowded places and will avoid them if possible, but is a decent warrior and will defend against attacks with everything she's got, but she prefers not to use her full poten
Running in ReverseYou're standing at the finish line,Running in Reverse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching saccharine snowflakes settling
on the ground in front of you,
sweetening it as if it were the black coffee
you couldn't bring yourself to drink.
What's beneath it?
You aren't sure, but your feet are bare
and your fingers are frozen
and you find yourself terrified
that if you step forward you'll be cut,
so you fall backwards one step, two,
and soon you're chasing the clock,
trying to convince it to chime in reverse,
so you can run a race against yourself
back to the starting line,
just to see how fast you can go.
Before you realize it,
you're at the beginning looking ahead,
but it blends with the finish line view,
frozen, forbidden, forlorn
you're fighting to forget about the landscape
you've come to know as familiar,
because the quivers of your calves feels like failure;
they refuse to resume running between the two
like a train on its track going forth and back,
so you sidestep onto the subgrade and make your own path,
My time to shinePeople staring everywhere,My time to shine5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel the light shine on my hair
My pulse is speeding...bolting fast,
I want this to forever last
I feel the mic and see the crowd,
I hear the cheering getting loud
This is my time to be the best,
this time it's me and not the rest
For once I know where I belong,
though some might say they think I'm wrong
And maybe others always knew,
But I don't care 'cause this is true
SnappedSnapped4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who're you?" Matthew's eyes snapped open when he heard a voice. He looked straight ahead to see his pet polar bear nosing him in the cheek. He seemed un-phased when his pet, that he took care of everyday, didn't know who he was.
"I'm your caretaker, Matthew." He answered quietly. He was used to this by now.
Everyday, Matthew would go through life never being noticed by anybody. People would even bump into him like he wasn't even there. He was convinced that he must be invisible.
There was a meeting at his job today, and everyone was fussing around, while he just sat and watched the chaos. Alfred was bugging Arthur about his heroism while Arthur just repeatedly called him a "bloody wanker." Francis started harassing Arthur, so he had to turn around and bash him on the head with his teacup, knocking him unconscious. Ivan was holding a part of a faucet in his hand and laughing to himself.
"I wonder if I'll get a turn to say something today." Matthew pondered. "What do you think, Kumiji?"
bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar6 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
unsent letterdearest hewhoshallnotbenamed,unsent letter6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
the truth is, every single night i do clumsy pirouettes in my bedroom to your illegible handwriting, the poetry by you that i never got to read. i want to inhale you like stardust and bring you back to life whenever the tears gather on your long lashes as you remember the pain you experienced as a child. i want to burn your recollections like newspapers among firewood and help you to forget them.
[but only in a perfect world can that occur.]
the truth is, i like to wear diamonds around my neck and pretend that you gave them to me under the stars beneath your bedroom window, and kissed me tenderly and forgot every other aspect of yourself that you created. and we fell asleep together among pine needles that dug into our skin, but in our ecstasy, we couldn't feel a thing.
[i wanted you. i needed you. i craved you. i loathed you. and now you're nothing but a memory.]
the truth is, you tied a black ribbon around my eyes in yet another nightmare, and whispered,
The UmbrellaI adored that store, and I relished walking to it every day. There was this one item that always caught my eye, although.It was beautiful, with sunlight glistening on the windowsill. But, there was always one item that caught my eye every time. It was this umbrella lying in the corner, with the wooden handle gently leaning against the window. It reminded me of my mother, and how she wore dresses of the same color when she was still alive. The dust covered the glimmer of its maroon color, but it still lied there like it had many years before. My mother had said to me when I was very young, "When we have enough money, I'll buy it." I was five when a drunk driver crashed into her at nighttime when she was driving home from work. I was deeply crushed when my father told me after dinnertime that sorrowful night. I would never forgive that man, especially since I knew him personally. Why did he have to crash into my beloved mother? I remember crying in my bedroom, staring out theThe Umbrella4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SynapseIt was an anatomical deviationSynapse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for which I sought condemnation;
an incidental cognitive martyrdom
by learned capitulation.
Brains bound tightly by bridge,
a nexus strung from rope and plaster,
above a sinuous chasm
swimming with imps and neurotransmitters.
From dreams I count my sleep,
exhausted upon waking
to this lucid accusation.
Passion dulls the cerebral caucus
leaking from my eyes and fingers.
It tastes metallic,
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 2BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : r u s h : .
The sounds of Rukia's footsteps disappeared as Ichigo swung away at the Hollow who, even though had only one arm now was able to block all of Ichigo's attempts of shattering it's mask.
Ichigo then heard a scream.
It was Rukia's voice.
"RUKIA!" he yelled in the direction of her scream, hugely concerned; his attention completely focused on Rukia's well being.
The Hollow took Ichigo's moment of distraction as an opportunity to make an attack. He got his arm slashed badly by it's cat-like claws.
Full of rage and worry, he decided to end the fight quickly.
He stood back holding Zangetsu tightly in both hands and yelled "GETSUGA TENSHOU!" A blue beam of energy was released from the large blade, completely destroying the Hollow's mask. It howled loudly as it's existence vanished.
Ichigo ran as fast as he could toward the direction where he heard Rukia's scream, completely forgetting about his heavily bleeding arm. He spotted her unconscious body by the water.
Dear Sir[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]Dear Sir5 years ago in Drama More Like This
We regret to inform you
That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair where warm nights are cracked by
ceilings let you sink into plaid cushions and listen
A Momentary Loss of HumanityAs you sit alone, as the cold and harsh insult sinks, it is a moon that graces the night sky, calling a monster and it's thirst for flesh. Words of loathing grind within your mind, the gnashing of teeth from the beast. Your hatred, your sweet prospect of animosity. The prospect of a dripping corpse for the beast to feed upon. How sweet it shall be, the blinding rancor that fills your soul. You ready to attack, to pounce to maim, to rip to shreds this person who you have detested so passionately. You wish not for revenge, wish for nothing but the total and complete destruction of a man who so dared to infuriate you. But, in your lonesome, a cloud drifts across the shining malice that illuminates your dark emotions. This plan, this craving for a shattered heart, it shall forever leave a mark upon your soul. Innocence lost, you shall be stained by the worst phantom all hell can offer. An enemy, a creature so bent upon your destruction, it will cease at nothing to see your blood drip as yoA Momentary Loss of Humanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FeelingsSadness is the smile that doesn't reach my eyes.Feelings5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is the tears I try to hold back day by day.
Is the secrets I repress from the public.
Is the feelings that I try to keep locked away so no one can hurt them again.
Sadness is when I've just had enough.
When I feel hatred in my heart.
When I want to give up.
When I hide my sadness from every one, even my own parents.
Your happiness is probably when you see me so torn up over this.
Is probably when you think about my reactions.
When you probably when you see through my happy mask.
My old happiness was when we were all friends.
When we hung out all the time.
Told joke that only our friends got.
When we talked about all the stuff we hated and liked.
My new happiness is when I think of all that I do have.
When I talk to my real friends about my problems and they help.
When I hang out with friends.
When my family supports me.
What I've found inside myself is not a new person, but a new out look on life.
I've found new cou
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 1BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : e n c o u n t e r : .
"When someone changes your world, that's when you know he's important to you."
― Tite Kubo
It all started with a scream from under the bed.
"Rukia," said Ichigo tapping on the closet door.
"Hold on a second, Ichigo, I'm changing."
There was rustling from under Ichigo's bed when they heard a scream; Kon came running out from underneath.
"What is it, fur ball? You scared me half to death!"
"ICHIGO! THERE'S A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED! ICHIGO~!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I don't sense any Hollows! You gotta be crazy!"
"ICHIGO, TRUST ME! THERE'S SOMETHING UNDER THERE! ICHIGO! ICHIGO! ICHI--"
"FINE! I'll go check under there if that means you'll shut the hell up!" He said grabbing a flashlight from a drawer in his desk.
"RUKIAAA! I'LL PROTECT YOU!" Kon ran to the closet and flung himself across the door. "HE'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME TO HARM MY SWEET RUKIA~!"
Rukia sighed. "What is it now, Kon?" She said with irritatio
TomorrowTomorrow6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Cry not for the flower that once was
Or the way of nature or just because
For you see it is this life we seize
Our aim to be or just to please
The struggle of each day that comes
So hard or simple is the bee that hums
His tune as he works all day
We fight within to find our way
I know it has been said before
That how we live defines our core
Our very being is who we are
As sure that near is just as far
We laugh and cry and often say
That life is better when we pray
For all the others and not for us
To learn to give and share the trust
We need to see and not be blind
Of what is pure and who is kind
To give in moments when needed most
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Our faith in some is often lost
But do remember at any cost
Without in what we do believe
There is no tomorrow to achieve
i hate sylvia plath."i may be the only woman who hates sylvia plath:"i hate sylvia plath.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor Emily Dickinson --
nor Virginia Woolf --
this de-feminates me.
my feet hurt from stomping around for twelve hours,
carrying plates and busing glasses,
knowing that the old and lecherous tip me for my tits,
that the young do so for my haircut;
no. i am not just tired.
i am angry, self-righteous, self-centered, and fearfully modest.
i will never be stoically depressed,
because sylvia --
likewise i am emasculated.
to the busser and cook who have never been drunk in the parking lot with me:
stop it. i am disinterested.
to the dilettante at the liquor-store window:
inasmuch as i am a feminist
(in my bitterness, how can i be questioned?)
sylvia, you are not a powerful woman.
sylvia, the way the yellow wallpaper spins and clicks and cages,
you are not a powerful woman.
Help yourselfHelp yourself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can help yourself
You ask for a love song
I give you a poem filled
You ask for pain
I give you a picture of you
You ask for me to agree
I only spit in your face and
scrape dirt on your floor
You ask for blood
I give you a pack of ketchup
You ask for love
and I only shake my head and say
"I already have..many many times"
Dreamers and imaginationDreamers and imagination5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are always secrets hidden in small tiny places that no one but certain people can see. There is that tiny amount of myth on the wind and the breath of magic on the air. That feeling of standing on the brink of creation and looking over your own kingdom full of words or colour or even the subtle flow of pencil upon paper as a creation comes to life before your very eyes and dazzles you with its existence. Its words form in your head just beyond the eye of your mind as a simple enough gesture can turn a blank canvas or a tiny page of paper into a masterpiece of the utmost beauty or write the most awe inspiring world of fantasy and illusions that can take place anywhere and any when.
You can travel to a world of wonder where the trees talk to you in a language that you taught them as seedlings and watched them grow and blossom into magnificent trees of spectacular splendour. These trees you gave life to as a simple thought and which continued to grow through your life int
Their Movementswe are blind. theseTheir Movements4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pine siskins accept
our food but their movements
pity us; together, on this wet,
aging bench, we are still.
there are only two. we hear
them argue over the
thistle seed in our
hands, but we agree it is
playful and leave them
to their meal. i feel
your whisper in my ear
and we smile.
they fly away after we no longer amuse them.
goodbyegoodbye...goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it's the saddest word to say
and it's sad to walk away
with just the memories
but i stride
with petals falling from my hands
and leaves crunching in the light
promising my freedom
let it slide
was the hardest thing to do,yes
but history changed itself
when i made those choices
oozes from the cracked skin
and my innocent body...
but you were satisfied
you look fine
as you smile from day to day
but does he even know
the things you hide?
are you happy?
i hope you finally rest
and have some harmless fun
learn to be kind
let me out of your mind
unclasp your hand from around me
and let yourself live
Poem - Crying SkyI'm listening to the skyPoem - Crying Sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's crying this whole, endless night..
I can feel it yearning
It's slightly singing through cries
That beautiful song which made me remember you
And so I'll cry myself to sleep
While my tears sing that song of yearning