4 out of 30 LoverDear Alex,4 out of 30 Lover4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't know if this will even reach you, but I guess if you're reading it, it has. I just finished watching "Dear John". I told myself that if I chose a sad movie to watch, I'd have an excuse as to why I was crying. If mom asked, or something. I wanted to cry, not soak my face, chest, hair and pillow in tears, and choke on unstoppable sobs. That was the saddest movie I've ever seen. Perhaps I should have read the synopsis before renting it: "While John is on leave in his hometown, he finds Savannah, a college student visiting the town. Although love was unexpected, it doesn't mean they didn't find it. With the knowledge of John having to leave for the army, their love still lives....Troubles invade and their love put on hold. One cannot bear it anymore; can the other?" Needless to say, it hit a little too close to home. The end is what got me, though. I don't want to give too much away, so I'll only say that I'd never be that kind of girl. It only reinforces my decision tha
Take My Hand"Jamie." my voice is pleading, and eyes alight with worry.Take My Hand5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His pupils are wide, boyish face frightened, as black nails scratch up and down pale arms, dotted with tell-tale track marks. His eyes look feverish and afraid, glittering in the dim room, "They're coming for me." his voice is a spider's whisper and his glance scurries across the room, terrified blues running wall to wall.
"No, no." I try to assure him, "You're safe. It's just fine, Jamie." I let my warm hands caress his upper arms, his shoulders, desperately trying to calm him. He only jerks away from my touch, eyes rolling wildly, searchingly.
"Jamie!" his name is torn from my jagged throat as an agonized cry.
His laughter, usually warm and infectious sounds dangerous as it floats back to me, dodging the speeding cars between us. His feet look too wide for the frail metal railing and he sways unsurely.
A horn screams angrily at him as a truck whizzes by, and suddenly his arms, spread wide
StargazerHis steady breaths caress my neck, warm and tranquil as he sleeps peacefully next to me. Rhythmically, his heart beats beneath my ear, a sound that usually calms me, pulling me into a deep sleep, his bare chest acting as my pillow. But I stare at the ceiling, unblinkingly now as he sleeps on, utterly unaware. I don't want to admit it, but I can feel it sneaking up on me again. It's that nameless feeling that sneaks its way into my chest, wrapping its steely talons around my lungs until I have to struggle just to breath. I haven't felt it since I came here. The nightmares have been virtually nonexistent with his arms wrapped around me. But it's coming. Just like it always has. For as long as I can remember, this horrific sensation has gripped me. I used to try and explain to him over the phone what it feels like to bottle your emotions, to swallow the lump in your throat. He promised me it would go away. "In my arms, it'll be so much better. I'll keep you free from those monsStargazer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
01. Letter I spare a final fleeting glance at the ivory paper, my black untidy scrawl defacing the beautiful sheet. My pale fingers linger on your name, inked on the flawless paper as indecision overtakes me. Flooding through my body and surging through my veins. "No." I whisper hoarsely, my words bouncing off the walls and echoing into the surrounding darkness. It would be pointless to change my mind now. It was too late for that. Swiftly, I crease the letter in three, sliding it unthinkingly into the envelope. There was no time to think. If I paused to consider what I was about to do, I would talk myself out of it. Shuddering, I draw this silver hilted dagger across my open palm. Glinting rubies shimmer in the faint candlelight and I slowly tilt my shaking hand. My precious blood spills over, splashing onto the parchment. I don't seal my confession with a wax stamp, but with the scarlet blood that pours readily from my hand. I bring th01. Letter5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tragedy Made For OnePlaster on your practised smile,Tragedy Made For One5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like an actor in a play.
You swear that everything's fine
until they look away.
Such a perfect mask,
so that you don't have to try.
But when everyone turns away,
what you want, is to die.
Struggle to make yourself breathe
and wipe the tears from your face,
when all you need is compassion
and a little bit of faith.
You can't stand to look weak,
'less in your mirror or your bed.
Why don't they hear your pleas;
the screams of demons in your head?
Teased by vultures in the sky,
that bed you to leave this world.
Cross your legs, curve your lips,
play your part of the perfect girl.
Beckoned by the cloaked ones,
inviting you to your slaughter.
But you musn't, you can't,
you have to be the perfect daughter.
Constantly drowning in your tears,
plagued by grief and strife.
You couldn't even play the star
in your own life.
You're nothing but an understudy
dressed in eyeliner and black.
Let the real actors take over,
while you submit to the demon attack.
Fade into t
Qui n'ose rien...Madame, je vous prie d'excuser mon audace,Qui n'ose rien...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Celle qui me fait ainsi oser le face à face.
Mais j'ai cru voir en vous une amie qui m'est chère
Et pour qui je secrète des sentiments sincères.
Non, ne souriez pas, on ne rit pas de tout
Je vous parle du cur et il en devient fou !
Car même votre sourire me fait penser au sien
Et me trouble l'esprit ! Oh, vous le voyez bien !
Vous avez son regard ! Cela est fascinant !
Et plus je vous regarde et plus c'est évident !
Au fond de vos pupilles, laissez-moi me noyer
Pour trouver la raison qui les font tant briller...
Vous devez me trouver plutôt entreprenant !
Et même à la limite quelque peu déroutant !
Mais imaginez-vous que je sois de ces hommes
Qui séduisent une femme comme on croque une pomme ?
Quand mon il attendri a aperçu vos formes
Qui se dissimulaient derrière cet uniforme,
J'ai vaincu peu à peu ma grande timidité
Pour avoir le plaisir de pouvoir v
Les motsJ'écris pour ne pas penserLes mots5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Que demain la Mort va m'attraper,
J'écris pour ne pas croire
Qu'hier est mort l'Espoir,
J'écris seulement pour
Qu'aujourd'hui rime avec Toujours.
Et tant pis si les mots ne veulent rien dire,
Si les heures s'enfuient et se délitent,
Si tout est chimère, tout est illusion,
Car ce rêve, je le sais, ne peut finir,
Pas de contrainte, pas de prison,
Rien qu'une histoire qui n'a pas de suite.
J'écris seulement pour
Qu'aujourd'hui rime avec Toujours,
J'écris pour ne pas croire
Qu'hier est mort l'Espoir,
J'écris pour ne pas penser
Que demain la Mort va m'attraper.
VieJe le ressens ce manque, au plus profond de moi même.Vie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Si fort, qu'il devient envie et qu'il prend vie.
Le cur tambourine dans cette poitrine brûlante.
Ils ne sont plus et ils défilent.
Les yeux les voient, bien en couleur et ils me donnent envie.
Que l'on me rende cette vie.
Que je n'ai jamais eue.
Jamais vue que dans ces rêves.
Beaux, si beaux qu'ils me prennent des larmes.
Je pleure de manque, cette nuit, car j'ai envie.
Une incurable envie de vie.
Arnold SchonbergArnold Schönberg, ou l'art de peindre son autoportrait de dosArnold Schonberg5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Longtemps, j'ai quitté les musées de bonne heure. Parfois, l'on avait à peine le loisir de m'informer de la présence d'une quelconque exposition, que l'on s'adressait derechef à mon ombre. Je n'utiliserais pas cette description éculée -et quelque peu galvaudée- de l'inoubliable impression de demeurer en conversation alors que l'esprit s'évade non, je partais, tout simplement, et d'aucune manière, aussi bien corps et âme ne daignaient accepter l'opprobre de la vue d'un tableau. Bref, trêve de longueurs.
Bien sûr, ce fait me fut souvent reproché, je me souviens encore ces sombres figures m'environnant, revois ces yeux emplis de colère, à la pupille dilatée, ces louanges à la gloire des artistes inconnus exposés dans des galeries grises aux murs recouverts de noirs lambris de bois sombre verni, ces injoncti
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.How I Measure Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in
Lorsque vieillesse sonneraLorsque vieillesse sonneraLorsque vieillesse sonnera5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Au clocher de nos vies,
Sans plus besoin de voix ?
L'âge des cheveux blancs
Nécessite-t-il de mots
Quand de dessous l'ormeau
S'étire un chat dolent ?
Lorsque vieillesse se pendra
Au coeur de nos amours
A la force de nos bras
Lorsque le temps pâlira
Le seuil de nos ultimes jours
Dis-moi ce qu'il nous restera ?
M.-A. Godfrin alias Solombre
Les motsJe suis là sur mon lit et mon esprit s'égare,Les mots5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laissant les mots errer au delà du rempart
Que j'ai fondé tantôt pour tous les retenir,
Pour les emprisonner, les empêcher de fuir...
Libres dans mes pensées, ils dansent, ils s'entrelacent,
Virevoltent, s'étirent, s'éparpillent puis font masse
Pour créer une idée, une phrase, un poème,
Pour parler de quelqu'un que je hais ou que j'aime...
Je suis là sans rien faire, depuis longtemps déjà
mais l'inactivité ne me dérange pas;
Les mots forment un manège qui tournoie lentement,
Qui divertit mon âme jusqu'au soleil couchant.
Quelquefois je me prends à tous les attraper
Et à me mettre à les coucher sur le papier...
Mais la plupart du temps je les laisse jouer,
S'accrocher, se cacher, s'isoler, s'amplifier,
Et faire naitre en moi milliers de sentiments
Qui hanteront mon cur jusqu'au beau jour naissant.
Je vis dans la souffrance, je
Partir ailleurs textePartir ailleurs texte5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Là où les bateaux se meurent
Sur les rives des rêves,
Un jour je m'en irai.
Les vagues ne seront point remparts,
La lune sera phare.
Et si j'en crève,
J'aurai, le temps d'un songe,
Renversé les idées,
Assassiné les angoisses qui me rongent.
Ailleurs, j'irai sans colère
Vivre mes chimères.
Angel Would You Be MineAngel Would You Be Mine7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've spent my whole life just thinking.
When are the good times going to come, and the bad going to go?
There has been many of heartache, and heartbreaks.
Things like they were way back then
were never as strong as they are now.
Of course my emotions are nothing but the same.
I remember all those things that I use to say
The things that those people use to do...and how they are gone now.
It's all gone. There is nothing left.
That is what I tell everyone around me.
But I know they see it too.
No one just ever says anything about it.
I thought that love was not suppose to walk away.
I thought that you couldn't help who you love.
Yet I find myself losing what matters most.
and yet I find myself thinking like this all over again.
I want to be the believer
Like an angel from above
I've lost pieces of me from the people in my life.
Like an angel from above
I want to be that believer
Like an angel from above
I want to find those pieces that I lost so long ago.
Lost SoldierHe's running fastLost Soldier3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without seeing anybody
Breathing hard like
Everyday could be the last
Blood and mud are covering his face
Wounds are all over his body
He's looking for safety
But he's trapped like in a maze
His body seeks rest
But his mind is unstoppable
Motivated by his lost brothers
But pain is sticking like a thorn in his chest
His eyes are full of tears
By seeing all these young men
Laying next to each other
With on their faces their worst fears
Not knowing there will be a tomorrow
He's trying to remind who he was
A son, a father, a brother and a friend
But thinking of his past fills him with sorrow
Pain is stuck in his head
Like the unspoken memories
That keeps replaying in his mind
And chasing him till dead
Black RoseI saw you in the garden; wanted to help you growBlack Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your petals wilted without any sun
Your heart so broken that it can't be fixed
Hurt by those you loved so much
All I wanted to do was help you grow
Bring you back in to the sun that you've been out of for so long
You as beautiful as the night sky
Your eyes as green as the saddest sea
Your face so somber
SuspendedSuspendedSuspended7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like the palms of your hands-
dry and static. I like the palms
your mother planted in the front yard
when you were five. They grew more
quickly, but you grew healthier- less green.
Good thing we planned this
exodus into the Dead Sea.
Lucky we cannot help but to float.
Something from the sea, the land-
they were mockingbirds, werent they?
This cannot be healthy.
How the hell did my mother manage
to sink here like a fish
after death? She claims to have exhaled
hard, but my lungs will not compress
enough; I cannot let go
enough. Let me tell you something-
We should grow gills,
individually, I mean;
we could launch into rivers,
not be afraid to lose
each other like old pennies.
Do you secretly have gills?
Arent you curious?
Arent you nervous still?
I am unsure of the weight of a dozen people
who really believe in something.
Lets start going to church for nothing
more than adm
Last LullabyOur last farewell-Last Lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before we die-
I'll sing to you a lullaby-
And as we fell-
In sleep we cry-
There is no way we could deny-
Listen as the raindrops fall-
Pouring down our memories-
Echos of angel voices-
But we can't find our peace-
Leave us alone-
I know we are damned-
Let us go-
Silence destroyed by screams-
Just let us go-
We can not be saved-
And we'll never find our peace-
Devil will dance on our graves and through the maze-
Leading through our dreams-
Listen to the pale echos of today-
The song is over, now we will die-
Our voice already fades-
Our time has come to say goodbye-
Listen as the raindops fall on us-
Washing away all your fears-
Please don't cry-
We won't find our peace-
ChangingChanging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the seasons changed
So did you
When the cold winter blew in
You did the same
It's hard to believe
That the pictures of us
Hanging on the wall
It's hard to believe
That once upon a time
There was you and I
They're always saying
"True love never fades"
What about us?
Times have changed
So have you
We were so close
You were my lover
My best friend
We'd share all
Of our dirty little secrets
But that was then
This is now
Every time I start to think
I know you
But here I am now
With beautiful blue eyes
Just like your's
Staring up at me
How do I explain it?
When my beautiful baby
Asks the question I dread
Oh how you've changed...
My Beautiful Disaster PT 2My Beautiful Disaster PT 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster. It will make this story SOO much better!
Also take note this is the second part of this story. There will be part two in a link below!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Slight yaoi. Nothing too bad. Slight OOC, too!(I tried my best for what I had to work with) and then is also slight fluff/angst. o
Yugioh presents: Snow WhiteSnow White and the Seven DwarvesYugioh presents: Snow White4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With commentary by Marik and Bakura
Once upon a time in mid winter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, the beautiful queen Pegasus sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed, she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful, that she thought, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as this frame." Soon afterward she had a little son that had hair as white as snow, and she was content. They called the child Ryou Bakura.
"Oh bugger. He'd better stay Ryou!" Bakura said warningly.
Now the queen was the most fabulous woman in all the land, and very proud of her fabulousness. She had a mirror, which she stood in front of every morning, and asked:
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in this land is most fabulous of all?"
And the mirror always said:
"You, my queen, are most fa
Kiss and Fail at TellingLuke had been back in England for some time, at least a few months, when it finally happened. He'd have been lying if he'd said he'd never imagined this scenario before, because in truth it had dominated his thoughts gradually more so as he got older than he'd ever like to admit to, but somehow he'd never pictured that it'd be like this.Kiss and Fail at Telling4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He'd been staying with Layton since he'd returned because his parents wanted to stay abroad. It wasn't as if Luke stopping over at the professor's house had been an unusual occurrence even when he was younger. His parents trusted Layton to look after him.
But that one night
Luke had always had bad nightmares, but he'd grown out of being around people who dealt with them. As a child Layton would have comforted him when he woke up from them, but after moving away he'd got used to sleeping on his own and dealing with the nightmares himself. Besides, he didn't want the professor to think that he was still just some kid who got scared easily.