.Kiss..Kiss.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hate you each time I close my eyes;
Reality interferes harsh thoughts inside.
A smile misleads and draws me near,
I love the way you reduce me to tears.
My spirits distract and dissolve my prism
confronting beliefs and rendering their prison.
And as they keep this shaking dissonance,
I hold on to prayers and wish for your presence.
Yearning your glance hinders improvement
As I enter your aura and refuse movement
you aim a smirk and urge me away.
And the heart I gave, you continue to fray.
So bless my lips and string me along
serenade me with your suicide song.
Because with you, my smile is a sign of bluffing
but without you, my whole existence means nothing.
Nash With A KnifeNash With A Knife10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Ellie you hurting yourself"
the words came as a surprise
the cuts were saftley hidden
but she could see it in her eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with me"
she said as a lie
till she lifted up her sleeve
and broke down with a cry.
"It's the only pain i can control"
and i know for a fact
mom's off drinking
and dad's not coming back.
She picks up a compass
when no one can see
cutting her wrist
on the count of three.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Does it feel good?"
if they only knew
where in life she stood.
"This is what it cost!"
she yells at her mom
staying with you
is causing me this harm.
See my arm
slit to the bone
i'd be better off
on my own.
"Knife or Razor?"
make your choice well
as i sit upstairs in my room
the pits of hell.
"You need to understand..."
her mom trys to explain
what? that im surrounded by vodka
and bleeding in pain.
She knows she needs help
but doesn't no what to say
where to place her head
no where left to lay.
Goodbye to her mom
she knows that it's right
instead of l
Baby, It's Cold Outside.I really can't stay - Baby, its cold outsideBaby, It's Cold Outside.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily Evans would never have thought she would find herself in such a position. A blizzard in the seventh floor corridor. Had this happened every winter holiday, or just this, her last Christmas at Hogwarts? Maybe it was because her parents were caught up in wedding plans for Petunia that she had decided to stay at the school this year. Something more, however, insisted that it was because she would miss the place dreadfully when she was forced to leave. But aside from all that, there were more important matters at hand. Namely, a blizzard raging in the seventh floor corridor.
There would be no possible way to make it to the common room in this predicament. She was starting to really feel the cold, as well as... a wall. At least there was something to guide her. She followed it along, hopefully towards the common room (it seemed as though she had changed direction three or four times), until her nearly numb fingers found thems
The Soldier and the GuardianIt is evening at a local club, the night is alive with youthful lust and desire on the dance floor, while others sit and chat in booths. Sitting alone at the bar nursing a strong shot of whiskey is a pale boy cloaked in black leather pants and a sleevless top, his eyes hidden behind dark shades, he observes the club as they dance their hearts desire and sighs grimly with a look of death as his eyes flash with bitterness and he finishes the shot ready for another. across the room a young looking girl is dancing. her eyes outlined heavily in eyeliner her blood red top hugging tightly around her while her black jeans are baggy and hang upon her hips.The Soldier and the Guardian8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her dancing is wonderous but she doesn't dance to the music but to the feel of the wishes around her when suddnely she feels a wish that is off beat. She stops and turns to where it is coming from. her eyes behold a figure in darkness drinking. The rather goth looking boy grabs his fourth shot and takes a sip observing the girl on
Unchanged FateThe cold patter of footsteps as they quickly traveled down the cold stone hall-ways, echoed like drums in the boys ears. The frail figure ran down the dimliy lit path his breathing heavy from exhaustion. "I've...got to get ...out." He huffed breathlessly. Turning down on cordor into the next, the hall seemed endless but he knew there had to be a way out, there just had to be. A door appeared out of the dim walls, the pale hand reached for it only to find the room empty. "Damn." He gasped turning and running agian. His hand reached up and ran over the newly sharpend teeth, what have I done? the boy closed his eyes beging for an exit. When he finally found the end of the halls, it was what he'd feared the most. A dead end. He quickly turned back hearing more foot-steps much quieter than his own had been, from the sound of it they where close on him. He quickly looked and found a door to his left, grabbing the handle and flinging it open, he stumbled into the room. WithUnchanged Fate7 years ago in Horror More Like This
DesperationA lonely girl huddles in a cornerDesperation9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Small bottle clutched in hand
Too scared to do it
Thinks of all hurtful times
Beaten by others, cussed out
Left alone, ignored
Pushed over the cliff
She opens the bottle slowly
Tilts her head back
Black hair cascades down her face
Takes a small handful of pills
Every five minutes
She's numb, feels nothing
the bottle's empty
A frusterated girl sits in her room
Black walls skeletons dangle
Metal posters cry Anarchy! Suicide!
She holds tightly a small knife won at a fair
Extends her wrist
Expert slashes show lines of fiery red
She feels none of this
Misunderstood blood drips
Boy on the street
Punk, cops call
Pistol in deep pocket
Flips it out and waves
The cops frantic call
Spray him with fire
His last regret.
Johnny DeppJohnny Depp9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Johnny Depp, we met in Sleepy Hollow
I knew one thing, you weren't From Hell
We spent the day Finding Neverland
And you wanted to bring me home Before Night Falls
You had told me of that Secret Window
When we had passed the Ninth Gate
There is only one thing I wanted to know
What's Eating Gilbert Grape?
The Sparrow's SongPart of you will live in meThe Sparrow's Song7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When all of our tears have reached the sea
As we say our farwell
We are reminded of our somber story we must tell
The winds shall find your sail
While we withstand the wind's gail
So I wait for your return
All the while my eyes will burn
The crooked smile that we share
Will come to our faces with a different aire
Our rigging swinging must rest for a while
Even though we thrashed our swords with style
The maddening melody that once belonged to Jones
Now resignates inside of our bones
Our friends, once here in flesh and blood
Are now gone and will become part of the mud
Ferry the souls to the other side
Or feel the wrath of Calypso's tide
Do your best to not become part of the ship
And don't drink rum in excess, just have a nip
You've entusted me with your heart
Which to the both of us is the most important part
Once it beat in your now scarred chest
Now it beats in this grimmey old treasure chest
For eternity your heart will beat
But someday my own will meet
killing me is killing youI wish I could start sleepingkilling me is killing you8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I cant because of you
You create my nightmares
And you know I can't get through
I try to block it out
I try to get away
But you're always there with me
Every second of every day
My eyes have blackened circles
They're hazy like looking through snow
My arms a limp and useless
My speech is slurred and slow
You're like a drug I can't stop taking
Though I know your killing me
All it takes is a little nudge
And I am on my knees
Killing me is killing you
But killing you is fine
I said id always love you
But then you crossed the line
Scared"Who are you?" He asked finally.Scared8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I am no one in particular," she answered quietly. "I am not rich or grand or even liked much. I stay in the same place yet never settle. I dream but am too fearful to fly. I'm in love with life and this world and my thoughts but am scared I will never live, and that i will never be loved for who I am. Scared that I will never be understood. And that is the scariest thought in the world."
Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the boy beside her. He looked bit older than she, and had the air of a rebel to him. He was crying, too. She looked into his eyes and saw everything she felt. And even though they had never seen each other in their entire lives, they both knew in that instant that they understood each other perfectly. It might have been one of the happiest moments of their lives.
When One of Us Dies...When One of Us Dies...When One of Us Dies...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hold me, love, before I go,
The road's been long and hard, I know.
But now it's coming to a close
And from my heart emotion flows,
As breathing shallows and it slows.
You take my pain as I know yours grows.
An ache forms in my throat, you feel it too,
Hurts to swallow, hurts to look away from you.
But all I feel and all I see are you,
And all I know and all I hear are you.
I love you to the end an far beyond,
You're the one I've always counted on.
Just remember you're never all alone
And you'll pull through, love, you'll pull through...
Even when I'm gone.
Man of a Thousand Faces Ch9Man of a Thousand Faces Ch94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam and Dean blinked in shock.
"What?! And you never told me?" Sam yelped.
"Dude! The marks on your ribs, genius that and hellooo! I'm powerless cause of you. There's only a certain amount of juice I was given back when I was resurrected apparently." Gabe said with a sigh.
"No, that's not it," Gabriel said from his spot still.
"Eh?" Gabe looked up to him and looked at him curiously.
"Then what is it? Enlighten me." Gabe snarled. Gabriel looked to Dean.
"Am I really this crabby with you guys?" He asked, causing his other self to mutter and step forward.
"Most of the time? No, but only when you get a surprise visit," Dean said as Gabe went up to Gabriel.
"Tell me, what are you talking about?" He said. He looked to Gabriel who smirked.
"You really don't know, do you?" He asked with a sigh, rolling his eyes as flashes of anger went through his counter parts eyes and he grabbed a hold of Gabriel's jacket. Gabriel smiled faintly.
"Know what?" Sam asked.
"Hey, Sam, haven't you wondered why yo
Trickster Problems Ch.3Trickster Problems Ch.34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gabriel looked at the mass of people, he couldn't freaking believe his eyes.
"These are demons, in case you were wondering " Sam said weakly, "Dean told me you didn't believe him Well here you are " Sam said; pale as he looked out at all the demons as they started to approach.
You can stop this, Gabriel A voice seemed to whisper in Gabriel's ear and Gabriel looked around, noticing Sam patting himself down for something.
"Shit I forgot the knife!" Sam snarled slamming his fist against the steering wheel of the car, causing the horn to go off. Sam looked pissed.
Gabriel swallowed as he heard the voice again
Come on, go out there, think of killing the demons and focus. The hosts will be left unharmed.
Gabriel's instincts told him to listen to the voice so Gabriel took in a deep breath, unlocked his door manually and got out. He then climbed onto the hood of the Impala, drawing looks from all the demons there. Gabriel secretly hoped that this was go
Man of a Thousand Faces Ch8Man of a Thousand Faces Ch84 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An explosion sounded on the horizon as a bright flash of white light filled the air by Lisa's house. Dean had been sitting out on the porch in a glassy eyed train of thought, a glass of whiskey in hand when it happened. He started when first there was a yell that pierced the air, and then he saw the explosion happened in a field just a short ways across from the house. Something about the explosion didn't set right with Dean
"Lisa?" He called as he got up out of the padded seat, setting his glass down on the glass table next to him. Dean went into the house, striding across wooden floorboards and passing by the kitchen, and passing by a Calendar marking September of 2010. He heard Lisa coming down the stairs in her nightgown.
"What is it Dean?" She asked as she settled halfway down the stairs, leaning on the rail to look at him with her long brown hair swinging forward and obscuring half her face.
"You heard that explosion, didn't you?" He asked, Lisa nodded and then sighed.
Man of a Thousand Faces Ch3Man of a Thousand Faces Ch34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The landing was bumpy and Gabriel and Castiel panted heavily, Castiel coughing up blood as they landed at a back alley behind a temple of which Gabriel knew all too well. Sam looked at both angels in alarm as even Gabriel started to cough hard, beyond exhausted as he opened the door and stumbled into hot desert air. Castiel got out too, and Sam as well.
"Where are we?" He asked as Gabriel leaned against the back of the wall.
"God's holy city " He panted and glanced towards Sam who looked confused.
"You need to read the bible more " He panted out as he got Sam to get him and Castiel water bottles.
Sam gave a bottle of water to both Castiel and Gabriel; both drank the water down in seconds.
"Hn We're in Jerusalem. Home of the Israelites." Gabriel muttered as he stumbled down the alley, and Sam quickly locked the car before following Gabriel and Castiel.
"Why here?" Sam asked.
"A because Good ol' Luci would think we'd still be somewhere in America S
Evil oompa loompaEvil oompa loompa10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
oompa loompa doompa dee do,
Iv'e killed all your freinds and im coming for you.
oompa loompa doompa de dee,
Im coming for you and your family.
Ill slit your neck or fill you with lead
Or rip you to shreds witha knife in your head.
Im gunna get you in your bed
Im gunna leave you bloody and dead.
Im gunna get you in your sleep
oompa loompa doompa dee dah,
I'll run you over in my car.
You will rest in pieces to
Like your freinds and relatives doompa dee do!
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Man of a Thousand Faces Ch6Man of a Thousand Faces Ch64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Drive was way too long, the food sucked, and to the boy's surprise, Gabriel didn't complain one bit, just telling Dean to turn up the music, much to Sam's dismay, that is, after Dean had woken up.
Dean and Gabriel had been singing along to Wanted Dead or Alive, Sam face palming at that, even then, it had been about ten hours on the road when the call came on Dean's cell phone.
He picked it up, laughing when he stopped abruptly.
"Cass? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked. Dean blinked and his jaw dropped, Sam lowered the volume of the song.
"Crap, crap crap .Yeah he's here Okay," Dean then gave the phone to Gabriel, "He wants to talk to you," He said.
Gabriel blinked and sat up, taking the phone.
"Uh huh uh huh well, where are you?" He asked as he motioned for Sam to put the car at a stop.
"Alright, one sec, bro, Dean hold onto this," He said, handing the phone back to Dean and then vanishing, reappearing after a second with a panting, bleeding Castiel in the bac
Allow MeAllow Me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me be the extra.
That drive in the morning,
To get up when you don't want to,
But you do – that's me.
Let me be your will.
Let me have your anger.
I'll take your frustration,
Aggression and sadness,
Just so you can be happy.
I'll take every bad thing you've got,
And turn it into another reason to get up,
To do something, if not more.
And when you can't use me anymore,
Allow me, to get the door.
my china dollMy china doll was luckymy china doll6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she always had friends who had her back
anyone who saw would agree
but whom she'd always stare
were the girls we thought of as nightmares
we tryed to warn her of what we knew as true
she would not listen, but only argue
so there she was in the mist of the crowed
with her tight little clothes, worn so proud
my doll tryed so hard just to fit in to the clique
but the things she heard just made her sick
she used to be unique, a style of her own
now she has nothing, a personality outgrown
will she come back i can only hope so
but could she throw out all that aero?
i gusse its just a risk she will have to take
for all her old friends sake
A Shinigami Christmas - part 5A Shinigami ChristmasA Shinigami Christmas - part 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking home after the party had finally ended, Eric and Alan strolled along a calm, dark street in peaceful silence. As they lived relatively close to one another, they shared most of the walk home. Alan was the first to break the silence as he let out a contented sigh.
"That was fun."
Eric smiled in agreement.
"That was. It'll be a challenge trying to top it in the years to come."
Alan glanced back, smiling at ease as he paused a little ways ahead.
"We don't need to top it. That was the best."
He turned and continued walking, his expression calm and peaceful.
Eric watched him go, his heart feeling a little heavy at that last statement. Alan had said it calmly, but he knew what the words had really meant. That was the best, and last, Christmas. He sighed and followed his friend. Ever since he had decided to carry
A Shinigami Christmas - part 1A Shinigami ChristmasA Shinigami Christmas - part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Deck the halls with bells of holy, fa la la la la la la la la~!"
Ronald Knox bounded down the hall of the Shinigami Dispatch Society headquarters, several Christmas decorations in his arms as he rushed around making the offices bright and festive. It was Christmas time and even though they were all extremely busy, the shinigamis all seemed to be getting into the Christmas sprit. Ronald stopped outside of an office to hang up a wreath on the door just as its occupant walked out and nearly collided with him.
Eric Slingby neatly sidestepped the young reaper outside of his door as he walked out, on his way to the neighboring office. He grinned as he saw the newly decorated hallway.
"It's beginning to look like Christmas in here." He remarked as he surveyed the green and red ribbons and paper snowflakes neatly pinned to the walls. Ronald smiled, pleased at his work then suddenly remembered about the f
A Shinigami Christmas - part 4A Shinigami ChristmasA Shinigami Christmas - part 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day before Christmas rose to a beautiful sunny morning at the office as the shinigamis rushed around, filing reports here, handing out Christmas cards there. Alan, still not fully recovered enough from his cold by William and Eric's standards and stuck at the office once more, nonetheless was getting into the Christmas spirit with the rest of the shinigamis who weren't doing field work at the time.
Eric gently knocked upon his friend's office door later that evening after everyone had returned and let himself in. He found Alan fixing his hair in a small hand-held mirror on his desk, trying to make it fluff. He looked up as Eric entered and smiled, hastily stowing the mirror in a drawer under his desk.
"Thought I should at least make an effort of looking festive for tonight." He grinned sheepishly, then stood up.
Eric's eyes grew wide as he surveyed his friend. Alan was w
Weasley's Wizard WheezesHermione was reading One Hundred Ways To Pass OWLs Without Cheating. Ron and Harry had fled the compartment when she had triumphantly shown them the title of first chapter in her book: Don't Think You Will Get Anywhere Without Studying. She looked up from her book and watched the scene in front of her. Fred, George and Lee were poring over some sort of list. The couch was strewn with sweets. George and Fred pointed to one piece after another giving short murmered comments, after which Lee would pick it up and examine it closely. He made a few remarks in a doubtful voice, but most of the time he nodded approvingly.Weasley's Wizard Wheezes8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Your extracurricular activities involve sweets?" Hermione asked. All three boys jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Well... You have to do something to make your time at school worth your while," said Fred.
"Hey! Do you want one?" George offered.
She closed the book and, keeping a finger on the pages of chapter two (Concentration - Even A Butterbeer Might Be