LE FANTASMELe fantasme (Poème du soir.)LE FANTASME4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tes hanches gracieuses
Et ta peau d'or brûlé
Appellent ma bouche comme
Le soleil un fruit rouge.
Tes cheveux d'orient mat
Bruissent au cur du vent comme
Un long baiser d'ombre sous un cerisier blanc
Tes seins sont deux grenades
Adorables et mûres et sucrées sous ma langue,
Tes yeux sont étirés
En croissants ocres, Lunes
Telles deux perles sombres
Océan de nuit calme avant l'orage sable.
Ta voix est telle l'eau
Sous un reflet d'étoiles
Saphir liquide et frais dans l'or vif de ta bouche ;
Tes mains sont comme l'air
Et rapides et graciles
Impérieuses mais douces comme un caprice tendre.
Ton corps est un volcan
Marbré d'amande douce
Sous la surface en feu
On trouve un cur de cendres.
Le soir tombe sur nous, alors
Viens là, objet de mon désir
Embrasse la source chaude
Fais rejaillir la lave
De tes baisers mouillés
Et de mille caresses indécentes et brûlantes !
Je ne veux plus parler, je ne veux plus qu'entendre
Ton corps souple et trempé, tes
in prisonin prison4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i am in prison
i can't see the bars,
but i can almost feel the walls,
hear the guards
and smell the stench of the stale air inside me
i am in prison
June Haiku30June Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
bury me please where poppies bloom
stirring up a hornet's nest
some things can't be helped
the cat nudges me
as I make lunch
the black cat chases
the heat takes its toll
with a vengeance
we are met at the door
by frowning cats
3 am text
at pole's end
bean plants reach
at deer park
the smell of manure
under Buddha's smile
the oldest wooden structure
two butterflies spar
the cause discovered
from the roadside fence
among the graves
from the muck
looking at only leaves
she sees beans and squash
obviously the neighbor
has been out with her dogs
Brothers In Blood Pt. 75Brothers In Blood Pt. 754 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Father." Dylan sat across from Chaya with heaviness in his voice. "What the hell is going on?"
Touch squeezed Chaya's knee before standing up from his seat, the jet cabin barely tall enough for the Live to move about. This conversation had been coming for a while. Ever since Lelandra brought up how it was Chaya's hounding past which was the cause of all their heartaches.
Chaya directed tired, red-rimmed eyes to his eldest son, pulling his long, single braid in front of him so he could run his fingers over it. He looked small and fragile in the large leather chair that he was sitting in with his legs curled under him. He looked like everyone else did, like they had all been taken to hell and back.
"That's a very broad question kit. Ask me specifically what you already know and what you want to know and we'll go from there. I'll try my best to explain."
Dylan snapped and clenched his fists in aggravation. Taking a breath he spoke again.
"Why did this guy grab them? What were all
The Greatest Man ITW Ch.11Disclaimer: I do not own hetaliaThe Greatest Man ITW Ch.114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter Eleven: I've Made Your Misery My Goal
Lovino gets dressed and heads out of his room to meet with Benedetto. "Where are you going?" Antonio asks tiredly and Lovino looks back, waving him off. "Just to meet the new guy replacing Amaury." The Spaniard nods and rolls over in bed. "Better not be another pretty boy " He mumbles to himself and Lovino looks at him confused. "What?" "Nothing, you should get going, Lovi~!" Antonio coos and Lovino nods, heading out.
He goes down to the priest's office and upon entering, bumps into someone. "Oh my apologies " Lovino mumbles and looks up to see a tall young man with light hair and piercing red eyes. "Tis no problem at all." The man says and Lovino nods. "So you are the man from Romania?" He asks and the man grins, showing a fang. "Indeed I am. My name is Demitri, and you are?
My Perfect WomanSomeone asked about the perfect woman for meMy Perfect Woman4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not sure how to describe how this woman would be
As most of the women I know fill me with contempt
But for you my friend I will make a sincere attempt
First of all she would need to be patient and caring
But at the same time be courageous and daring
Someone who is going to be trusting and secure
A woman who I will not have to constantly reassure
Someone who understands I'm not completely sane
A person who will stand with me in the pouring rain
A woman who doesn't wear loads of makeup and look plastic
A woman who can tolerate that sometimes, I am sarcastic
A woman who appreciates that I will never pressure her
Whilst understanding that I am my own worst saboteur
I have a soft spot for women with talents that are artistic
Who do not doubt themselves but are in fact, more realistic
Someone who appreciates that to see them smile I try my best
A woman who would feel comfortable falling asleep on my chest
Who will be proud to introduce me to h
ShirenShiren4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They play with the elements like toys, with magic in their blood, death at their fangs and life itself in the palm of their hands. Or something like that. It's not so cool when you're the girl being sold off to a Shiren. Even if he is really hot.
He had red eyes. I had brown.
Chains around my feet and nothing but a pricetag to my name.
As for him? Well he had a mountain of gold and a taste for fresh meat.
Let's just say things got interesting.
Old and YoungShriveled hands,Old and Young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Old and worn,
Full of wisdom,
Stroke my hands,
Smooth and silky,
New and strong,
Full of youth,
One last time
Before they grow cold.
Klainebow ExplosionRules:Klainebow Explosion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Moaning Myrtle from the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets OST (2:05)
Blaine and Kurt sat in Kurt's basement living room, watching a movie. Blaine was completely enthralled by the story, and Kurt felt slightly bored, but he watched for his boyfriend, smiling, ending up watching Blaine more than the movie, one of the Harry Potters. The expressions on Blaine's face whenever something happenedthey were to die for. Obviously it was another passion that might have just rivaled music.
2. Feels Like Tonight Daughtry (4:01)
"Where are we going?" Kurt asked. Blaine knew he was displeased about the blindfol
I'm SorryTitle: I'm SorryI'm Sorry4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing(s): Russia/China, England/China, mentioned America/England, mentioned France/England, mentioned Greece/Japan
Warnings: slash/yaoi, angst, implied sex, M-preg, adultery
He sat there in complete silence. He stared hard at the chair that had been flipped over. He looked at the shattered plates and the broken pieces from the window. Vodka stains were on the wall and the floor from when the half-empty bottle of Vodka was thrown. The blood stains had been splattered on the dining room floors, but it wasn't his. It was his lover's, or maybe now ex-lover's.
China sighed and slowly got up from the table. This was all his fault anyway. He wouldn't be surprised if the Russian never came back and cursed him for the rest of his life.
How could he have been so stupid? He was mature, logical, and thought before taking action. And yet, he took a bite of the forbidden fruit and did the unforgivable.
It had started almost two months ago. China and Ru
His Favorite Customer Ch.6Disclaimer: I do not own HetaliaHis Favorite Customer Ch.64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.
His Favorite Customer
Chapter Six: The School From Hell
"Romano~! Wake up figlio mio~!" Romulus coos and Romano groans. "Fuck you!" "Hahaha! Dreaming of Antonio~?" He teases and Romano chucks his pillow at him. "You and Marcello are evil!" The boy hisses at his laughing father. "I'll be waiting for you for breakfast~!" Romulus coos and Romano fumes. "FUCK THAT! I'm not eating your food!" Romano yells, running off to the shower. "Ahhh...such an adorably moody boy I have~!"
Romano looks in the mirror, shifting uncomfortably. He's not used to school uniforms like this one, and the tie isn't working for him. "...Fratello?" Feliciano ca
Love Is 2 of 3Love Is 2 of 34 years ago in Drama More Like This
TITLE: Love Is (Part 2 of 3)
FANDOM: Three Caballeros
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Panchito/José/Donald, and featuring Scrooge McDuck
SUMMARY: José and Panchito go to see Scrooge
WARNINGS: Slash so if you don't like that sort of thing don't read
DISCLAIMER: The Three Caballeros is copyright Disney and I only use them for my enjoyment and not for profit.
NOTES: Okay finally for the confrontation. Although this is kind of lax in the way of actual confrontation...I kind of like it. I mean I wouldn't be posting it if I didn't right? I hope I'm doing Scrooge's character justice, he's a bit harder for me to do although I'm usually good at kind of doing cranky people. Anyways I hope this works for you guys.
José felt uneasy as he stepped into Scrooge McDuck's parlor. As the door closed behind them, he wondered if this was a good idea after all. He had been so sure of his plan a few days ago when he had told Panchito that they would wait but now
inganandu-ti gandurileşşşşt!inganandu-ti gandurile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
vorbeşti prea tare
şi n-am reuşit
gândeşte-l iar doar pentru mine
şi o să-l ascult
cu ochii închişi
(tu mi-ai spus că cele-mai-frumoase-gânduri
nu se aud
cu ochii deschişi.)
până o să gândesc şi eu
cu vocea ta.
It Gets Better - Chapter 5Blaine's PoVIt Gets Better - Chapter 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
I kept my head down as I waited in the New Directions' practice room. With the help of Wes and David, the Warblers all knew what had happened and understood that I wouldn't be in the meeting. I'd emailed all my teachers to inform them I wouldn't be in class. The doctors assured me the night before that Kurt would be okay, but they wanted to keep him for a few days anyway, just in case. Burt and Carole were staying with him. I wasn't sure what Finn had decided, whether he was at school or not, but I did know he'd promised not to tell any of the New Directions about what had happened.
I looked up when Mr. Schuester came in, sighing to myself as I stood up. "Did you get my email?"
"Yes." He nodded, giving a sigh and frowning. "I got a few emails last night about Kurt And first of all, I want to say I'm really sorry for what happened. I like your idea, though, and I think the rest of the club will as well, not to mention Kurt."
I nodded. "I already talked with his parent
TREN(poezie din punctuaţie de semne)TREN4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ochii de apă primitivi mănâncă noroi unde aruncă cu privirea,
orişicând calcă prieten albastru - suflet de copil aromat.
am propovăduit jocul
"a fost odată ca niciodată"
cândva Prometeu cădea fugind mâncând pământul.
liturgic, distrugător, simultan.
aruncă amar moş ene
răni întredeschise înspăimân
AnS-a împărţit azi mareaAn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
în şase miliarde de bucăţi
ca fiecare dintre noi să primească
o porţie mai mică sau mai mare -
în funcţie de sufletul său.
(mării nu-i plac sufletele mici-fără-stânci-corăbii-scufundate-şi-înecaţi,
ci sufletele îndeajuns de largi
încât valurile să nu se ciocnească de pereţi
o dată cu fiecare flux.)
Şi fiecare om şi-a revendicat
cu mai mult sau mai puţin entuziasm
porţia de mare:
unii au aruncat-o în supă să dea puţin gust,
alţii au agăţat-o la chei pe post de breloc
sau de obraji pe post de lacrimi.
Eu am aşezat-o cu grijă în mine
alături de oamenii înecaţi,
şi stâncile de pe care se sinucid zilnic
acum decorul e perfect!
Şi ca să mă asigur că nu va muri,
am plantat-o ad
24Pământul ăsta e singur şi nefericit.244 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are atâţia oameni care-l calcă,
dar niciunul n-ar îngenunchea să-l îmbrăţişeze,
să-i spună o vorbă bună,
să-l întrebe de sănătate
şi să-i dea un pahar cu apă
drept mulţumire pentru grija cu care
ne conduce mereu
către o nouă dimineaţă -
fără să ameţească.
Pământul ăsta e singur şi nefericit:
doar păsările-l mai sărută
când coboară să ciugulească
frimituri de pâine glazurate cu soarele zilei de ieri.
celui carene răneam în cuvintecelui care4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
de trei ori pe zi.
cu zâmbetul pe buze
ne smulgeam sufletele din piept
şi le strângeam în pumn
râzând ca doi nebuni
până când storceam
nu ştia niciunul din noi
cum se gătesc sentimentele
aşa că le mâncam crude şi
fără să le spălăm înainte,
iar la sfârşit spuneam
"săru' mâna pentru masă"
şi ne lingeam degetele
în loc să ne lingem rănile.
ne răneam în cuvinte
oamenii se întreabă şi acum
când se va face noapte.
i.was.a.big.event.După fiecare ploaiei.was.a.big.event.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
săpa în podea o groapă adâncă
turna lacul din sufletul său,
în timp ce eu fugeam repede
la celălalt capăt al lumii
cu pietre atinse de soare.
Şi năşteam doar cer(c)uri de apă
în care ne găseam
mai întâi sfârşitul
şi abia apoi
Nu ştiam că
margaretele au doar petale,
nu şi răspunsuri.
De la depărtare
orice suflet pare întreg.
Ceai de teiÎn fiecare seară înainte de culcareCeai de tei4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
iau pe rand,
unul câte unul,
fiecare monstru de sub pat
să-i spun noapte bună
şi coşmaruri plăcute.
Apoi, pentru că sunt mai mulţi,
iau pe rând,
doi câte doi,
toţi monştrii din mine.
La prima ceaşcă de ceai
vorbim despre vreme,
eu despre vremea de afară,
ei despre vremea din mine
şi de cele mai multe ori
nici măcar anotimpurile.
La a doua ceaşcă de ceai
îmi povestesc cum a fost ziua lor,
cât de frumos au rănit azi,
chiar mai frumos decât ieri,
pentru că ascuţiseră atent
cu o seară înainte
fiecare cuvânt -
mereu se miră că nu mi-am tăiat buzele
La a treia ceaşcă de ceai
suntem deja prieteni
şi ne promitem că vom fi mai buni
unul cu altul -
nu doar oamenii mint.
Ne sărutăm de noapte bună,
iar eu le vis
XS Speaks: I am the 88XS Speaks: I am the 884 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CARS CAN'T DRIVE THEMSELVES!
Of course, I'm not technically a car, either. I'm a sentient supercomputer stuck in a car's body, outfitted with enough weaponry to take down a jet fighter, equipped with a processor capable of unraveling a maximum security encryption in a matter of seconds, and of course, the ability to jump from car to car. Meaning I can transfer all of my data from the #88 car to a Camaro or whatever whenever I want, and said car will become me until I transfer back to my original body: whichever car Junior's driving that week all the while staying within NASCAR's template limits. They suspect nothing. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if they found out what I really am!
What does it mean? It was the label slapped on my processor when I was first discovered. I had no name before that, anyway, so I just figured I'd stick with it. Junior calls me XS for short. I like it better that way. Feels more relaxed.
Yeah, I've been around for a while. Hum
Draga Suflet Pereche,Unde eşti? Dar nu contează unde ci dacă, dacă inima ta este în acelasi loc. Unde este inima ta? O dai la fiecare colţ de zâmbet sau o păstrezi pentru un ceai şi nişte buze mici? E întreagă sau e în pieptul altcuiva? Şi dacă ai pierdut-o, ai de gând s-o cauţi sau te mulţumeşti cu a mea? Te gândeşti vreodată la mine, te-ai întrebat dacă am nevoie de tine? Ai avut vreodată nevoie de mine? M-ai căutat sau ai aşteptat să te găsesc eu? Căci eu te-am căutat, te caut în fiecare zi. În săli de cinema şi la toate cozile de la cafea. Am crezut că te-am găsit odată, în vocea băiatului de pe rândul 10, cel ce râdea copilăros de dansul porumbelului cu aripa roşie. Tu erai? Îmi amintesc de băiatul cu părul creţ de la coada de după film, era îmbrăcatDraga Suflet Pereche,4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Cutia neagraCând găsesc o cutie neagrăCutia neagra4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o iau acasă
s-o pot studia în linişte
muchie cu muchie,
sentiment cu sentiment,
amintire cu amintire.
După ce o lovesc cu ciocanul
şi dau cu ea de pământ, de cer,
de oameni şi alte cutii negre,
şi mă ascult
să văd dacă mai sunt sau nu
Abia atunci mă conving
nu sunt eu.
Şi bat din uşă-n uşă,
şi bat din piept în piept
până-mi deschide un trup bolnav
care-mi mulţumeşte cu lacrimi în ochi
şi degetele întinse
către cutia zdrobită.
"Suflete, bine ai venit acasă!"