OutmodedOutmoded10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
Business LM.C - MayaAiji - III. Business III .Business LM.C - MayaAiji - III6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It was a week since the last time Maya delivered something to Aiji and he had forgotten about Maya and stuff he did.
Clock was somewhere around ten and Aiji was gathering some stuff in his office. Then he took his jacket he had tossed on the couch in the morning. When he picked it up he saw a necklase with a bunny head shaped collar. Then it came to his mind. He remembered Mayas smile. How his fingers touched him. He placed his finger on his neck: and how he licked him there. The same shiver as that time ran through his body. He stood in front of the couch and gazed at the collar.
After two minutes a knock on the door spced him out. Aiji shook his head and ordered, to come in. At some level, he wanted that person to be the little prick - Maya.
''`Evening, sir.'' Said the guard.
''Yeah..'' Aiji placed the necklase on his table.
''Are you done with everything tonight? I wanted to ask.. may I leave a little bit early? My family and-'' The guard was
ObessionObession8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Toshiya smiled as the lock to Kyos apartment gave a small clicking noise signaling that the door was now open. Cautiously the bassist entered the apartment, being careful not to step on the clothes and other miscellaneous things strewn across the lead singers living room. Kyo-kun? he questioned, calling out his band-mates name. Getting no response, Toshiya decided to investigate. Wondering down the hall he noticed that Kyos door was slightly ajar. Kyo-kun, Im coming in, so you better be decent! the bassist swung the door open to reveal Kyo laying on his bed half covered in blankets.
Seeing the perfect set up right in front of him, Toshiya quietly snuck out of the singers room with evil in mind, returning a moment later with a bucket of cold water in hand. Kyo-kun, if you dont wake up Ill be forced to wake you up through cruel measures, Dir en G
the pile upthe pile up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's Saturday night
and outside I hear a car engine
coughing out its exhausted smoke.
I am much like that car
except I am too far on the inside
and I have a heart,
I wish I didn't most of the time --
like on lonely evenings when my petrol-thoughts
steer themselves out of control
and straight into the wooden floor.
Or when hydrocarbon tears escape through pores,
crawling straight down my cheeks shouting
as each droplet jumps from my jaw line.
Or when you are not here,
but I am
and I'm combusting
as you hold a tin-foil star
out of sight
and you tell me even if it's crumpled
it is still there.
But I do not believe you.
I am suffering from a condition
known as vapour lock, no fuel
is getting to my chest
and your star is cutting my lungs out.
My bones are being crushed
in a head-on collision
with your eyes
I pick up the telephone
and attempt to call you,
but the bland dial tone
reminds me of your voice.
A Night to Remember Part IIA Night to Remember Part II7 years ago in General More Like This
Sunlight forced itself into the room through the cracks in the shades. Specks of dust floated in and out of the rays, clouding up the light at times. As the morning progressed, the sunlight slowly moved until it hit the face of a certain vocalist. He turned in his sleep, trying to block out the infuriating light. Showing no luck, he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
He looked around the room, a confused look on his face. He had no idea where he was, and had no recollection of what had happened.
Where am I-
Kyo stopped when he smelt a pleasant smell coming from another room. It smelt like a home cooked breakfast. Kyo sprung out of the bed, realizing he was still in his clothes from the day before. He simply shrugged and made his way out of the bedroom and into the living room. The smell was stronger, and Kyo located that it was coming from the kitchen.
Returning Love:Yugioh facficThe sun rose over Domino City. The golden rays stretched over the quiet city like long shadowy fingers. The light reached over the many buildings to reach one unique house. A young boy of about 18 lay in bed, his back to the room. His name was Yugi Mouto; his unusual hair was scattered around his face.Returning Love:Yugioh facfic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sunlight filtered in and fell on the youth, highlighting his tear-streaked face. His unusual amethyst eyes were open and stared sadly at the white ceiling.
His arms were curled around himself and his legs were drawn up and he turned on his side to face the open window. His quiet sobs were almost non-existent in the silent air of the house and game shop.
His lips moved with unheard words and tears fell down his cheeks. One word could be heard repeated like a mantra. Atemu Yugi clenched his eyes shut and drew up against himself. He tried to quiet the fresh sobs that came with that name.
That name brought back memories, memories of a tall look-a-like of himself. With a
SubmissionI wasnt always like this. I didnt usually dress in tight leather. I never wore a collar before. I never even cared about my life until that one night.Submission7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting him was like a dream. I was just looking for a good fuck in one of the bars down town. Seeing him was probably one thing Ill always regret.
His soft gray eyes, mysterious aura, blonde hair, captivated me and I asked him if he was alone. The voice that gave me a reply, still rings through my veins; still fuels my need for him whenever Im alone.
He was beautiful and I didnt come across people like him often. He asked me my name and what a sexy guy like me, was doing alone on a cold rainy night like this. I remember just smiling at him and I ignored his questions. I didnt even tell him my name but he took me home with him.
Its been two months since that rainy night. He still doesnt know my name but thats okay. He calls me pet instead and I can live with that. I know his name
Dark Thoughts CallDark Thoughts Call10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark Thoughts Call
Have you ever practiced in the art of pain?
Letting all feeling consume your brain
The blood rushing from every pulsating vein
Watching it drip in a stream of red rain
Never before did such a feeling arise
Not really crying though tears flow from your eyes
Appearing as though you’re plotting a self inflicted demise
Failing to release all physical ties
A deep crimson puddle lays at your feet
As a lack of the fluid forces you to your seat
The top and bottom eyelids meet
Your ears tune in to your heart’s decreasing beat
Flesh delicately carved and harshly slit
Watching a candle previously lit
The unnatural high ready to hit
As your mind leaves you bit by bit
The utopian liberation stirring within
Emotions in turmoil over this sin
Searching for a center to pin
Never a dull moment when on the outside looking in
The room grows darker still
Undecided on your will
Staring at a dangerous pill
Now ready to finish the kill.
Business LM.C - MayaxAiji - I. Business .Business LM.C - MayaxAiji - I6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
#16+ content <3#
Maya went up the stairs in this tall building on a street somewhere in Tokyo. He held a little brown package and was told to deliver it to someone called ''Aiji''.
A very fancy dressed guard stopped him in the 3rd floors lobby.
''Where are you going, sir?'' The guard threw a weird look on the young blonde person dressed in funky pink jacket, scattered jeans, few rings, dog collar around the neck and a black hat put on sideways.
''Need to deliver this.'' Maya showed the package.
''I`m sorry, you can`t just go in here and deliver some kind of strange packages. You must make an appointment first.''
''Geez..'' Maya took a lollipop out of his pocket. ''I don`t have all day to chat around with you here, so c`mon.'' He told while unwrapping the lolly.
''I`m sorry, sir!'' The guard didn`t like his behaveour.
''Damn it, dude! Where is this ''Aiji'' person?! It is just a friggin package man!'' Maya started to get pissed, he had more arons to run. ''I don`t have a
"Modern Man's Dream Woman""Modern Man's Dream Woman"10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never knew perfection
until I saw your face...
Laying my hands upon your shoulders
removing the leather, and lace...
Blessed with glistening skin,
of perfectly spun silk,
hair perfumed in honeysuckle,
skin complexion of buttermilk...
Pressing my lips upon your breast
hands sliding down to your hips
gracing your inner thigh
moving towards your lips...
Oh, how my heart races
before we both fall...
You are loved with all of my soul..
My.. perfect.. little.. Blow up Doll.
To Deprive And BestowTo Deprive And Bestow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left brashly with a clouded mind
ripped and tore us both apart
but there was one thing you left behind
you forgot to take your heart
Longing and Lust YAOI ENDINGLonging and Lust YAOI ENDING8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Gackt awoke at midnight. His neck ached and he suddenly remembered being attacked. He sat up and looked around. The room was old and it smelled like mold and the faint smell of blood also lingered in the air. He looked down as he clenched the blanket in fear. He was naked. Gackt tensed at the chill in the air. He had no memory of anything that had happened after he was attacked. He made to stand and leave the place but his feet were chained to the bed spread out as far as they could go without paining him. Movement in the corner made his heart race in fear. Hyde walked to him, grinning, his canine fangs visible in his death like grin.
Hello. He said.
Gackt watched him, the fear growing inside him as his heart raced in his ears. The vampires voice was heavenly and it drew him in even though he was terrified of him, Who who are you? he asked stuttering.
My name is Count Haido Thiess from Japan. I have been watching you.
Alice in WonderlandWinds howl their greetingsAlice in Wonderland10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I crawl out of my bed
Hushed whispers turn to screaming
Creating chaos in my head
I tumbled down the rabbit hole
Into this empty space
I cannot stand the feeling
Of the pain I can't erase
My nightmares are so frequent
That they are only dreams
Yet crawling up my blood-red throat
Are tormented screams
The darkness of my mind
Is what pushes you away
But if you ever leave me
I will not last another day
I am little Alice
The one they never found
The one who fell down the rabbit hole
And stayed there, underground
In my alternate reality
Of tiny imps and elves
I have become one of the creatures
Who keep only to themselves
I lie here in my wonderland
Alone inside my head
I long to leave this wretched place
And go back to my bed
I can't escape this distant world
I can no longer try
My only hope to leave this land
Is just to simply die.
A Night to RememberA Night to Remember7 years ago in General More Like This
Kyo I dont feel too well
Shinyas hand grasped the shorter mans shirt, trying to keep a hold on him as best he could. He tried to keep himself upright, but found it harder to do then ever. His vision was starting to blur; everything starting to mix together into one big blurred image. The vocalist placed Shinya down, watching the drummer fall onto his side.
I just want to go home. Can you bring me home Kyo-Sama?
Kyo hated to see his friend this way; hopeless, unable to do much on his own. He looked at the hurt in Shinyas eyes, unable to escape the grasp it had on him. He knelt down, running the back of his hand against Shinyas cheek. It felt cold, something Kyo never felt before in someones body. This told him just how much was wrong, and that Shinya needed to be taken home before anything else could happen to him.
TrenchesShe's aphasic. She doesn'tTrenches10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cough mustard gas
from rice paper lungs.
Her armies have learned
it's habit to fight,
lose a black mud trench
and retake it
five hours later.
For one million casualties,
one hundred yards were gained.
is ten thousand men down,
and she crawls
over their bodies,
fingers and toes
with dirt, blood,
and blue flesh.
Sometimes I'm so hungry
that I feel full,
sick and clenched.
my empty hands feel
like they're holding something
The Blurredness of YouThe Blurredness of You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My glass is half-full
and this is not a good thing.
Fathoms of the burning liquid to sink
or swim. Throat made of fibre-glass
and eyeballs that float, unpredicta
bly to throw a focus on the ceiling, or
the patternation on the brown-tiled floor.
You could take me home and put me to bed.
I may vomit on your shoes, your levis
spin slurred unstable as you steady
as a rock caught in my swirling tide,
uprooted from the beaches you had known,
spun out to sea, and on the seabed
thrown. I would sing
and wake the neighbours, backchat groups of lads.
Embarrassingly, make a drunken pass, perhaps
the sea is rough tonight. The tide is higher
than you realise, and maybe I am drowning
swallowing gallons of salt-water as it burns my throat,
maybe I need an anchor until
the storm has passed.
But you just call me a minicab, and tell
the driver to go gentle as you bundle me anything but
into the seat. And wave in the car park, relieved,
as the driver's eyes swim warily in
ShinyarellaStarring…Shinyarella9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kaoru as The Leader-san
Kyo as The Faerie Goth Father
Shinya as Shinyarella
Die as The Guitar Player
Toshiya as The Bass Player
Once upon a time, upon the highest floor of an apartment building in the magickal land of Kyoto, there lived Shinyarella. Now, Shinyarella would have been the most beautiful maiden in all of Japan, except for that he was in the possession of a Y-chromosome and therefore not a maiden. Nevertheless, he was still very beautiful. Shinyarella lived all alone in his apartment, save for his only companions-his dog, Yumi, and his parents' dog, Puppy, whom he had kidnapped for want of more company. He never ate; therefore, he had few reasons to leave his apartment, and so he did not, but stayed locked high in the air, chained to his drum set, a slave to the master named music.
Though Shinyarella never ate, he still required other necessities, like indoor plumbing, which could only be acqu
Submission ch 6I dont know if I was nervous or excited or both. Walking down the long hall to Reitas room was one of the most nerve-racking things for me ever. Aoi had a hold of my left hand while Reita walked in front of us. He stopped and opened the door that I had shut behind me when I left.Submission ch 67 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aoi motioned for him to go in and then let my hand go before giving me a gentle push towards the door that Reita had just gone into. I followed, trying to hide the shaking in my hands.
I was the bottom for both of them so I knew I was in for a night of pleasure and lots of teasing.
Reita, I want you to play with Kai. Show me how you treat him and dont hold back either. Aoi said, But dont do it on the bed. He added as he sat there. I looked at him, the fear rising in me for some reason. Aoi held my gaze and I jumped as Reita touched me. He withdrew his hand when I looked at him and he looked confused, Kai?
I looked back at Aoi who, thankfull
Business LM.C - MayaAiji - IV. Business IV .Business LM.C - MayaAiji - IV5 years ago in Erotic More Like This
#18+ content! *gringrin*#
It has been three weeks since the last day they met in the office and.. you know.. did things.
There was no sign of Maya all this time. He never gave a call to Aiji, nor had he dropped by to deliver something. Aiji was angry and sad at the same time. How could he let Maya get to him. He was probably just toying around with his feelings. Aiji thought of getting him out of his head for good. That little bitch, fucking me around. I will kill him if I see him ever again. He said to himself, while banging his hand on to the desk.
Aiji couldn`t understand, how could Maya do something like this, play with his feelings.
The dark haired man was arranging stuff on his desk, he was a freak about these things everything needed to be perfect and accurately in places.
Done here. He said to himself, again. Damn.. why am I talking to.. myself. Shit.
There was a
MaayaAiji 4 ChibiKyo7Aijis POVMaayaAiji 4 ChibiKyo77 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Youre sitting alone with that notebook of yours and I wonder what youre really thinking about. Its been too long for you to be writing lyrics down. I want to ask you but I remain quiet biting my tongue and just watching you. Every now and then, you bend over and scribble down a few lines and then pause, reread and cross it out.
After two hours, you toss it out and leave for the cafeteria. Wanting to know what youve been doing, I retrieve the paper and read it.
Mr. Maaya Mizuki. Bounces back at me from many different places on the paper and I cant help but stare. You like me. I never would have known either. Youre a quiet boy when it comes to others. When we play, you open up and become this over active man that I adore.
You like me and I love you. Maaya what does your heart tell you when you see me smile at you? How do you react if Im at home, sick to my stomach? Do you worry too much if I get hur
two tired children'when the sky falls,' she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, 'will you hold my hand?'two tired children9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she'd only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she'd never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it'd rub off on their minds, as they sat with their tickets in their pockets and no money in their wallets. she looked up at his face.
'sure,' he said, touching her leg. 'sure i will.'
they turned their heads, looking straight ahead, watching the streetlight shudder and flicker, blinking and fighting as it struggled with the inevitable. it was silent, save for the quiet flow
Amazing Yahoo LoveAmazing Yahoo Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ruki turned on his laptop.
"Man, is boring, guess online will make things better!"
After he connected to his yahoo messenger, he saw a new friend request.
"firstname.lastname@example.org? Who is this ?"
Ruki tried to memorize someone with an email like that but unfortunately no one comes to his mind. He pressed "Accept". He wonder will this mysterious person online in a while.
Beeping sound coming from the yahoo messenger, Ruki checked, he grinned. That mysterious person is finally online. He clicked the yahoo id and opened a new window.
"Hi!" Ruki typed on the screen.
"Hi to you too!" in a second that person replied.
"Who are you?"
"I'm someone you will be crazy about after we chat tonight."
Ruki was shocked with the reply, he been thinking of maybe this is an email of a fan girl.
"What make you so sure that I will be crazy about you?"
"*smile* I just know it, I know you very well, tonight you will be moaning my name .ALL NIGHT!"
"I'm serious ."
"Ok then , tell me how exactly wi
Confessions of a NymphomaniacIs canoodle a game, orConfessions of a Nymphomaniac5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how British people have sex?
Honestly, lullabies after
bangs are like prayers after an
execution. (Ironically so if you use
birth control.) I sometimes doodle
on my notebooks, like people, but secretly
I'm wondering if the teacher is smiling
because he's getting laid, or if he
got an extra dose of coffee(I think it's the
sex.) When you speak, I think, Are you really
interested in me, or are you just a
pathological liar intent on
raping me? (Please be gentle- I'm
Just as an after thought-
what are your thoughts on