My Anger Replaced by EuphoriaI thought you were angryMy Anger Replaced by Euphoria2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I thought you hated me for this
But it seems I was wrong to
Prejudge, I misjudge, and indulge in my
quick, sick, problem I've made for myself
This mistaken heartache will break the spell
This readmission to love will heal the hell
I see the concrete angel staring down at me
I know her watchful eye has got it's fix on me
And as I walk away with no Identity
I feel her watchful eye close momentarily
I know I'm safe in your arms,
it feels so warm and right,
and when you kiss my face
I fall asleep at night
I see the concrete angel staring down at me
I know her watchful eye has got it's fix on me
And as I walk away with no Identity
I feel her watchful eye close momentarily
I Of YouI want you to breakI Of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and never bend for me,
see my history
spiderweb your brilliance
till you belong to me
(and I, to you)
utterly and forever
you cannot stop this.
My heart is yours.Running endlessly on a path that leads to nowhere,My heart is yours.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Helplessly alone, forever struggling to find a way to reach you,
Life's cruelty tore me from your loving arms.
Looking back at shadows of my former self,
Visions of you haunts me, so longingly.
Torn amidst dreams of what could have been.
Hands bleeding, hammering those walls that suffocate me,
My heart pounding in my chest so painfully,
Every single beat, a desperate plea.
Please, rescue me from this living hell,
But you cannot hear me anymore,
Lost and forgotten whispers of love.
So many tears and sorrow, so much agony.
Darkness surrounds me.
Every waves pulls me further away from you,
Drowning deeper and deeper,
My strength, inevitably escapes me.
My eyes closing slowly, so, so heavy.
Taking one last remaining breath.
My last thought,
My heart was yours.
In the dark, In my mindIn the dark, In my mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark
In my mind
It's killing me
Wasting my time
What's not there
Takes every ounce
I cannot wait
For when it will pounce
Under my bed
In my closet
What I dread
Embracing my thoughts
Turning them scary
Something they should not
Sleep is gone
And every time
It's never the same
Light is it's enemy
Fear is it's friend
Hate is an ally
It works with Dread
It is not there
I can't deny
But I get no sleep
And the Dark is why
The Definition of FriendsThe Definition of Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were lieing in the grass.
We even cried a little.
That would be my friends aka my sisters and brother.
My second family.
The people that understand me.
The people I trust.
It's.... a mutal feeling.... maybe?
Yes? No? I think so.
Friends: The people I trust,
the people who understand,
the people that I never wanna see cry or be sad.
The feeling's mutal.... we hope.
Ch.19: Birthday and memoriesCh.19: Birthday and memories3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lost in the screams of pain is a chapter story,
All the stories are about fragments out of Zuko's and Iroh's lives.
It's Zuko's fifteenth birthday today, Iroh thinks about some good memories. Mai's life has been changed.
Iroh is sixty-four,
Zuko is fifteen,
Mai is fourteen.
Lost in the screams of pain,
Chapter 19: Birthday and memories.
The sun rose up above the great ocean, it was midwinter today.
Iroh lay on his bed, he enjoyed the first little sun rays, they where shining through his window, filled his room with happiness.
Iroh thought with a huge smile.
Iroh closed his eyes and thought about his two young boys.
Iroh couldn't help it, but he felt so happy.
Today, he felt the presence of Lu Ten.
Iroh stood up, dressed himself and went downstairs. Prince Zuko waited for his uncle, he sat at the table. Waited patiently for their breakfast.
"Good morning, Prince Zuko!" Iroh said happy.
Zuko turned his head and gave his uncle a tiny smile.
"Today is a special day, isn't it
The swanThe swan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love swan heart
forming in a shallow
river water an
See it glide in the
moonlight with an
armful of white
across the stream.
Kaleidoscope Treasuresremember when weKaleidoscope Treasures4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
were together? when
i was just me
and you were just you
and you said to me
"i think I'd like to kiss you"
so i pulled my head up
from off your chest
so i could paint a
kaleidoscope in between our tongues
i can say it like that
it can sound like a dream
we can sound like hopeless romantics
but all i see is me
loving you and you
lusting for me
and honestly, there is never anything else
there was never anything else
how easy it was for you
to earn every piece of my flesh
with just a bat of your eyelashes
with just that kiss
it just started off with that kiss
we weren't kaleidoscopes
we weren't forever
you're not that special
and I'm not the sky
(i was just a temporary night light
to protect you when she left you)
so what I'm saying is
i wish my heart could see
what's good for me, what has been good for me
that you're not a god
and you didn't save me
but broken kaleidoscopes
still paint down my throat
and lie with
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014
RomanoxMusical!ReaderxItaly .: Do Better :. Ch 1RomanoxMusical!ReaderxItaly .: Do Better :. Ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
RomanoxMusical!Reader .: Do Better :. Chapter One
You sighed, glaring lightly at the blank paper before you. You wanted oh-so-badly to win the talent show, but you can't exactly do that when you can't even come up with an idea, right? Man, where did all your inspiration go?
Oh, right, he was with Belle.
As sweet as she was, the Belgian just didn't seem like the type Lovino would generally go for. She was to... too cutesy. You had known her forever, and had only seen her get angry once or twice, but other than that, she was too kind for her own good.
You inhaled deeply once again, letting it come out as a giggle. Belle would probably go well with Feliciano, Lovino's brother, now that you thought about it. Lovino could do so much better...
That's it! You quickly met your pen with the paper, gracefully guiding the writing implement along, jotting down what had just come to mind. You and Lovino had such a close relationship; it seemed as if the two of you were inseparable. O
So Long GoodbyeYoure the kind of friend who comes aroundSo Long Goodbye2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Right when I thought you were gone.
Youre the kind of problem I just can't seem to drink away
Right when I wish you were gone.
Goodbye to you yeah I'm done with you
So goodbye friend
Your ways they hurt me over and over again
you sly she devil
and you know it makes you grin
you feed on the drama you Cyo
And you stab me in the back again
I'm on my way out the door again
Because I'm done pretending
Maybe youre not the disease that eats me away after all these years
I'm finally walking away from you
so goodbye freind
Yeah goodbye to you
FineEarly mornin’ coffeeFine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never tasted so bitter.
I’m telling you, I’m fine.
Every mornin’, the same routine.
Why do you still not believe me?
I’m fine, I swear.
I just couldn’t sleep…
But who needs sleep anyways?
I write instead.
I’m fine. Just a little brain dead.
I was just thinking about the past,
And I fantasized
That there was a happy ending.
I’m fine now.
I’m just fine.
i think we've got it bad.the long dirty road has wheels printed into it and buildings jutting from its sides, cars stopping completely, submissive to all the too-bright light. it's freezing but i feel okay, i feel whole. i feel like i could step outside of myself and the numbness of it all wouldn't let anything touch me. the essence of me. the idea of me.i think we've got it bad.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
you wait for me under the street signs with your heeled shoes and too much black smeared around your eyes. it makes you look sad but maybe you want to look sad i don't really know. your hugs feel like a mother's. we're going to a party, some great musician's with golden toilets in his loft that likes prostituted girls like you and maybe a guy like me at his house because we're warm and smudged, the unreadable, undetectable ink. you don't even talk to me, you just hold my arm like a child with your skinny legs steering me the rightest way
we get there, we finally get there, and i decide i want to be mindless, breathless drunk all for the fun of it while you go
Scorpling ProlougePROLOGUEScorpling Prolouge5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Itd been a while since hed been here last.
Deidara dismounted from his clay bird and stepped onto the grassy ground. He was on his way to visit his deceased master, his Danna, Sasori. Sasori had died a month earlier, in the old Akatsuki hideout that sat on the border of the Wind country and the River country, fighting his grandmother and a young chuunin from Konoha.
Deidara channeled the chakra to his feet and crossed the river to the busted entrance of the lair. He bristled angrily as he remembered what had destroyed the opening. The pink-haired chuunin from Konoha, Haruno Sakura, the one who had helped kill Sasori. Shed used her inhuman strength to smash the rock guarding the entrance to pieces.
Deidaras eye adjusted as he stepped out of the bright sun and into the cool darkness of what was now Sasoris tomb. Puppets lay in broken pieces everywhere, and Deidara was once again reminded of the fight that had occurred here. And it was all his fault.
Night haikuThe moon comforts a waveNight haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Before its impending death
Upon the shore
Piano in an empty roomMoving out.Piano in an empty room1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the living-room, only the grand piano remains,
black and shiny, like an insect
trapped on the ground, one wing extended
as if trying to fly right before death caught up with it.
The sound would be different now
with no furniture around,
no books to soften the notes,
no rug to dampen the low vibrations.
I never learned to play
and now the piano seems to epitomize
the black bulk of my regrets...
On a whim I sit in front of it.
I let my fingers flow as they will,
my mind wonders
and I drift away for a while.
After I don't know how long, I stop.
The sound is different in an empty room...
and with a trace of excitement I realize I had something there.
Later that day, when workers came to pick up the piano, I just sent them away.
"I'm gonna keep it" and didn't back down before their protests.
I will place it in my next apartment,
in an empty room,
so that it sounds different
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Dangers of Hermione GrangerHermione Granger believed herself difficult to surprise. After nearly ten years of being best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, not to mention countless duels and an entire year of fleeing from the Death Eaters, she thought she had seen it all.The Dangers of Hermione Granger1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She realized just how wrong she was in mid-September, when she stumbled upon a most unwelcome sight.
Only one key to her flat existed, and her mother held that safely in case of emergencies. Her parents, however, were on a vacation to Australia and wouldn’t be home for another day or so. A few more people knew the password to get through the protective barrier that kept it safe from magical hands, but all of them were supposedly busy: Ginny was at a training week with the other Harpies and Harry and Ron were still on the same Auror mission they’d been on for months.
The fact that Hermione could account for every single person with access to her flat didn’t sit with the fact that someone had been inside it. The blan
Fourteen Ways To Say I Love U1Drabble One: VolatileFourteen Ways To Say I Love U13 years ago in Romance More Like This
He hadn't expected this.
Vlad stared blankly at the empty dining room table, briefcase slipping from limp fingers onto the green and gold carpet, making a soft thump. As if pulled by invisible threads, the dumb marionette's dark blue eyes slowly trailed to the thin wisps of smoke trailing from the now melted stubs of candles perched in the candelabras.
He mentally groaned, and wearily drew a hand over his face.
Oh, no .
That wasn't tonight, was it? Fingers shaking slightly, the billionaire quickly drew out his electronic planner, countenance skeptical.
Of course today wasn't the day he'd promised to have dinner with Daniel for a change. He would have remembered; he would have been home early, he would have been certain to make arrangements ahead of time as to reschedule that board meeting with his corporation directors ..
"Apple Danish," the man murmured underneath his breath, as his eyes scanned the telltale electronic numbers.
Yes, that was exactl
SmileSmile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A have a friend,
And right now she thinks life blows,
Even though she is as unique as a Lilly,
And as beautiful as a Rose.
I try again and again,
to cheer her up and make her smile,
such a thing powers the world,
and I haven't seen it in awhile.
So I write this now,
Hoping that she will read it,
And it will brighten up her day,
or make her grin a bit.
Or maybe with my luck,
She will just scoff at it and sigh,
No matter what she ends up doing,
I still had to try.
So this is to you,
And you know exactly who you are,
This is from your friend,
Who from you lives very far.
I want you to smile,
I want you to happy,
I want you to feel better,
Blah blah blah blah snappy. (It's hard to rhyme with happy)
Phan: Kiss It All Better Part1Phil was curled into a ball on his bed in the flat that he and his best friend shared. He hadn't left the flat since he'd heard the news. He wasn't sleeping properly and he didn't feel like eating much. He glanced over the alarm clock next to his bed. It was one in the morning and he really needed to get some sleep, after all it was the funeral tomorrow.Phan: Kiss It All Better Part13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Phil, seriously! I don't want to go!" Dan sulked as Phil marched him towards Manchester University. It was Dan's first day at uni. He didn't know anyone and was nervous, of course.
"Well you have to. There's no arguing."
"But Phil I don't feel well."
"You're only saying that to get out of going! Do you think I wanted to go to my first day of uni? No, I didn't but I went anyway." Phil placed his hand on the younger boy's back and began to gently push him forward.
When the pair finally reached the entrance to Manchester University Dan turned to face Phil, he was pouting slightly.
"Don't do that." Phil said, "Off you go! We'll
Countdown 1 : Frerard.:~*~:.Countdown 1 : Frerard1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My alarm clock awoke me with the same annoying buzz. I truly hated it and will forever regret the choice of not getting the one that plays the radio or something to wake you up. I groggily searched for the button that would turn it off and just settled with ripping the chord out of the wall. I got out of bed and took a quick shower. It was sadly cold since my shower takes forever to warm up and I just don't have that kind of time in the morning. After doing my hair and make up (yeah make up, don't judge me) I went back to my room and picked my clothes for the day; a black flag shirt and some jeans with rips at the knee's and black chucks.
When I went downstairs I could smell coffee. I inhaled the sweet scent as I made my way to the kitchen. I found a mug and picked it up, already knowing it was for me.
"Well, I see someone is eager for coffee." My mom said. I nodded reassuringly and put my mug down. My mom's eyes made their way down to my wrist and she
Blind - PhanTitle: BlindBlind - Phan2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: Sex, but in no way erotic. Ends.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil, and none of this has ever happened. I don't think. Phil is not blind.
Author's Note: This is a not-fic. I'd really like to write it, though, as like a fully fleshed thing. I may.
Phil was blind. He wasn't even, like, casually blind with the glasses and all that. He wore a bandage around the top portion of this head. You could tie anything around it, though, because of course, he couldn't see. He only knew the pressure. But I'm not a bitch. He wore a black bandage every weekday, and a white one on weekends, unless it was a holiday. Then he wears black all week. He wouldn't tell me why. It was one of his many secrets.
He made me dye his hair black, too, like when he could see. I could dye it however I wanted, but of course, I'm not a bitch.
And whenever he'd kiss me, his hands would creep up my chest, his hands closing around my neck slowly be