La Ciudad Negra ILa Ciudad Negra I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La Ciudad era espesa y negra. Hacia ella se deslizaban incontables seres deformes, excavando para encontrarla de nuevo. Cavaban y cavaban sin descanso y, sin embargo, la Ciudad no aparecía. Consultaron lo mejor que pudieron los mapas grabados en las paredes. Sus extremidades, tan diversas, trabajaban conjuntamente para encontrar aquel lugar.
Buscaban la Ciudad, la Ciudad que les devolvería la luz a través de la oscuridad.
Consultaron, incluso, a los más deformes entre ellos, aquellos que ya ni siquiera se movían. Su tamaño había crecido y poco hacían ya, aparte de ocupar cuevas enteras. Los llamaban Enormes.
"Retrasan nuestra misión" -dijeron.
Pero los necesitaban. Preguntaron, adularon, les prometieron fortunas, pero las gelatinosas masas inmóviles no respondieron.
"Cuando lleguemos seréis los primeros en cambiar"- les garantizaron.
Leves chasquidos de pinzas, miradas desdeñosas desde 20 pares de ojos o resoplidos bajos y ent
Empty castlesWhispers that vanish in the air,Empty castles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
armors that ever shine,
towers in the air, without foundations,
Huge castles, once bustled with life;
now only travellers arrive
in terrestrial ships of fantasy.
That castle only has two towers,
but twenty more buried in the sand,
hidden from sight.
Totally empty, surrounded by fields, surrounded by pits.
Cold wind grey and blue, motes of black snow it has.
Violet flowers agonize in the mud,
butterflies burning in the fire.
The sun and the sky are only acquaintances,
each afternoon, from behind, the sun stabs his friend.
Deep waters erased the valley from existence,
calm fishes dwell now in the castle.
«Better end sunk in the water
than fearing the shadow of the black city».
Wise words in the air were floating,
but distrust, like venom, emanated.
«But the black city disappeared».
«That's true, lost dweller, but may appear again».
Do Not Enter.Please, come no closer, say no more.Do Not Enter.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not enter the minefield that is my mind,
My hopes, and my fears.
Because, if you do,
I sincerely doubt that you'll come out the other side.
I have done a lot of damage to the people I love
In my short life.
I've pushed my relationships with them so hard
That I'm suprised we've been able to start to rebuilding them.
A year ago, I had taken my entire life in my hands,
My present, and my future,
And I very nearly threw it away.
Right now, my mind is a mess.
Malignant thoughts fly this way and that,
Never stopping, never quite forming into anything
There is so much I have to try to work through,
I know that I can't do it alone.
I need all of you,
My friends, my family,
To lead me away from this minefield,
And back to safer climbs.
Lesbian Love Story?Writin poems about howLesbian Love Story?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I suck so much
isnt gonna charm you
can't stop rhyming
and i don't got the beat
but i need to
string along a line of syllables
that are worthy of your ears
chalk it up to a bunch of metaphors
so pretty that you'll swoon
be too lost in the meaning
that you'll fall into my arms
Gonna write a thousand fucking words
Till I make you the perfect song
what you do to me
you give me that satisfaction
i never found before
desire and attraction
want to crush me in a second?
I'll show you how to make a person bleed
from inside out
Just tell me to fuck off.
All my words
and broken pencil led
will wither their way to hell
I'll be left a torn up core
of the girl I was before
Isn't it funny
how one person can have
such an impact
I know I don't look right for you
Just close your eyes
see that perfect boy you always wanted
I can be him times a million
Cause I'm willing to lose it all for you
willing to be a fool for love
Shit, my pencil broke again
No fair Ch. 1 +boys love+Chapter oneNo fair Ch. 1 +boys love+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
I sat in the hard, wooden school desk, just like every other school day. My fingers shook against the desk, and my leg shook against the leg of my chair. Most of the kids looked at me weird, like I was sitting on a seal juggling flaming bowling balls. It was a new school, no one knew me, and no one wanted to know me.
Who wants to hang out with a twitchy sixteen-year-old? I sure as heck wouldnt want to. Not even medicine or medical treatment could cure me of my twitch, but my older brother, who was the only one who wanted to deal with me after the death of my parents, didnt mind.
My clothes werent in style: I wore baggy, sometimes ripped, jeans; shirts that I had drawn on or were so baggy that I looked five sizes bigger than I actually was, and my old black hoodie; and old Chuck Taylors that I could soon wear as sandals. I always wondered to myself if I really looked so weird that I had been, basically, quarantined from everyone else. It was bec
Love Reaps part 16Love Reaps part 164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nervously I waited, hugging myself under my cloak that Daemon had thoughtfully bought for me the day I was pretty much mauled by monsters. We had packed our minimal amount of belongings and checked out of the hotel. He then told me to wait here, but that had been long ago. I had been sitting here for quite sometime.
Pounding then thundered behind me, making me stumble down the cemented stairs. I heard a sigh and an unhuman snort, and looking up I gazed upon bottomless black nostrils.
"You can't even stay on those two things you call feet," Daemon sighed again irritably, reminding my of the headless horseman on Thunder's burly back.
I grinned up at him. "Have you come to take my head?"
He rolled his gloomy eyes, bringing his hand down to me. "Just take my hand and let's go."
"What if I don't want to?" I questioned taking a slow step back.
"Scarlet we've been through this multiple times already." He muttered shaking his head like a wild sprinkler. "Now please try to make today
when the boys kiss our mouthsyou have these eyes that are so dull and so cold.when the boys kiss our mouths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they stare at her as if to say
don't get too close
but it's a little too late for that now.
she was quiet, for
you can't kiss and speak
at the same time.
your hand slipped
between her smooth thighs
you turned her
into a snake,
beneath your own pale flesh
and it was wrong.
it was all so wrong
and she knew it
but she didn't protest
just wants to please you.
she doesn't remember much,
she does remember
your mouth and
her blood dirtying
those pale sheets
you liked so much.
she looked bitter and said,
"sorry, i know those were your favourite."
that you were a
a tangled mess
hurting those who
tried to touch you.
i guess it wasn't
much of a dream
sometimes she thinks she loves you when
you've got her cheeks cupped in your warm palms,
but then you go and give her a reason not to.
all she wants is to be surrounded in your scent
Los Planos NucleoLos Planos Nucleo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Los Planos Vitales por Sara-A2
Los Planos-Núcleo son un grupo de Planos Singulares (esto es, Planos "no comunes" creados por razas concretas, generalmente para un uso específico) que comparten la característica de que son utilizados para almacenar el poder, la sabiduría o la energía de un ser. Generalmente constituyen el núcleo de ese ser vivo, que no podría subsistir sin ellos.
Los Planos Vitales son Planos Singulares Núcleo creados por los Supremos Dragones Níveos. Son construcciones mentales que se generan en la enorme mente de estos colosales seres. Toman esa construcción mental y luego la hacen tangible para convertirlo en un lugar físico concreto que se encuentra dentro de la propia m
Anger Falls He stares at the mirror, fractured and wet with red tendrils. It echos the final plunge of his pristine friend finally into his own being. Hands falling, he laughs at his anger, that of which had started this insanity.Anger Falls6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Anger. What a name to give a power of such might as that it is claimed a sin to take part in it's act. A sin, so great, that at time has been blamed on something other than it's beholder. That even the youngest of children were denied it's vices even as their father's raged with it beating their mother's to pulp. So powerful that some of it's acts are claimed to be that of a possessed by greed, brandy, Lucifer.
But he who stands at the mirror, slowly sinking to the ground, knows who guides the hand in his pain, his anger. He looks to the broken bottle that had once been full of happiness and passion now spilling it's pain and lust to the soiled carpet.
Had it been she who had given it to him? She who lies marred and broken
size zero virgin mary1.size zero virgin mary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're sitting on the porch.
i leave on the bus,
stare out the windows until it pulls to a stop.
i buy a quart,
and when i return
you're still there
sitting on the porch,
looking ahead at what looks like
nothing in particular but
i know that isn't the case.
the neighbours across the street
moved away after
their daughter passed.
it was called a "terrible bloody accident"
but we all know that it was no accident.
people don't make those sort of mistakes.
i don't really remember her, just the way
she walked around with the sway of her body saying
"i'm a virgin, call me mary."
i felt bad being un-phased by her death
and at the funeral the only thought
going through my mind
was whether or not she died
still a virgin.
before i lost my virginity
my biggest fear was never losing it.
it seems small and so unimportant now.
on a larger scale, those things
don't matter and
there are far worse things than being
a little bit lonely; however,
i could never get you to understand this.
"you get i
a boy i used to knowlanky with long dark hair; i thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world and even though he denied it, i knew he was just being modest. sometimes i would let him stick his hands up my shirt and touch my ribs. he'd slide his long fingers up and down each one, reminding me of how thin i am. i often forget.a boy i used to know5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i liked it when he touched me, but that was short lived and it was already too late to tell him to stop. it was like he didn't understand the meaning of the word "no" but i could forgive it because the mistakes he made were so honest.
"what would you do if i died?" he asked.
"i would be sad," was all i said and he looked disappointed.
today his hair is short and his eyes show a change. today i realized that he is the type of boy that all the teenage girls write about and it makes me feel pathetic in more ways than one.
he's been my inspiration for too long and it's time for me to move on because he's gone.
he's been gone for a long time.
Self Portrait(trigger warning)Self Portrait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scribbled out my face,
scratched horrible red lines into me
They say that beauty is skin deep
and its whats inside that counts.
I say I want to see.
I could rest the knife on my cheek,
before I curl it,
and make the cut.
I could peel back the skin
to see whats beneath;
but I suspect I am ugly underneath too.
light.light.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
five a.m. indigo,
a smattering of cloud,
light pollution and a false dawn,
golden stain on the horizon,
watch it spread,
a pretty spectra irrelevant,
burn your retinas,
handprint on the window.
high noon white,
a smattering of cloud,
industrial pollution and a choked city,
grey stain on the horizon,
watch it spread,
burn your lungs,
fingerprints on the sunglasses.
Softcore Porn and Moldy FruitYou'd expect the bite of lemon juice to be enough,Softcore Porn and Moldy Fruit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o' but no, the incisions always indulged in moldy peaches.
Raunchy, biodegradable fruits
full of foul odors and seeds that say "Fuck You"
if you ask them to grow.
You'd think someone would begin to loath
the invasive glint of steel soaked in citrus rot,
but no, her stitches kept tasting for the ache
of scalpel beneath skin.
That familiar ooze;
peaches and crème slipping down forearm.
She grew accustomed to the daily rituals of apricot patches
molding to skin.
She understood the necessity of routine,
the demands of a schedule.
Scabs peeled and picked
to a fleshy, citrus dessert.
I find her infatuated with tangerine ice-cream
sliding from the seam of arteries,
and I'm wincing as she
relishes liquid candy.
And it's demented, but her eyes shriek "Delicious. Delicious."
And this is revolting and wretched, but her eye's say "You Love
SamhainSamhainSamhain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ruguri aprinse tremură-n noapte
Incantaţii sacre se-aud in soapte
Zei păgâni invocaţi se ridică din ceţuri
Purtaţi de vânturi aprige din Nord
Venite din infinitele gheţuri
Noapte neagră de Samhain
Siluete festive, încoronate-n umbre
Se-arată de peste tot, în jurul rugurilor
Parcă invocate de presimţiri sumbre
El dansează în nemăsurată graţie
Cu moartea se ţine-n braţe
Samhain, ziua unui soare mort
Samhain, ziua unui soare mort
Se reflectă-n apa limpede
Dansul macabru al preoţilor
De pe monoliţi curge sângele
Şi se-amestecă în dansul lor
Binecuvântată fii, lună ce te ridici
Blestemat fii, soare, de ce pieri?
Hoinari, în ziua soarelui muribund
Ce nu vor mai fi văzuţi nicicând
Pierduţi în vraja elfilor
Împietriţi de ochii zânelor
Suflete se-ntorc in vii
customer servicecustomer service can i help you?customer service5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no no i'm sorry we dont have any more will power.
yes sir i'm positively sure that we dont have any.
no also do not have pride either.
yes the shipment should arrive in 3 days.
ok sir call back then ok. bye.
customer service can i help you?
no ma'am we dont have self respect anymore.
we ran out of that months ago.
no sorry to hear about your prom coming up.
yes i know every girl needs self respect for prom.
yes its a must have item but our stocks of it are gone.
well sorry to hear your ex boyfriend is going to be there.
have a good day bye.
customer service can i help you?
no i'm sorry you cant exchange items.
sooory sir we cannot exchange that for that.
no well it'll stop soon.
in about 7 days.
what do you do about the blood?
well i suggest a new type of ..
you know what sir you dont have to take that type of tone with me.
well have a good too.
customer service can i help you?
wow thats a huge order.
twelve pairs of big boobs?
and uh-huh. ok. uh-huh.
+Made For You 26C - BL+Made For You Chapter 26 (Part C): Three Words+Made For You 26C - BL+4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: Multiple mentions and descriptions of vomit/ing.
Cameron couldn't see an end to the discomfort and anxious atmosphere of the holiday party. It was a silly thing to think, but it felt normal when he couldn't come up with any sort of excuse to leave or a solution to fix the problem caused by his outburst. He'd let something ugly out when it should have been contained. Now the damage was done, and the other guys were tip-toeing their conversation around him, their very presence around him. Separating themselves from him entirely yet not completely cutting him out. They no longer talked about bad relationships or break-ups. The conversation had long since moved on and left Cameron far behind, but even then he could tell they didn't forget his outburst.
Cameron could feel them sizing him up now; speculating on what had made him crack. The answer to his current predicament sounded simple: Just leave, go back to Ellio
SeptembrieCândva, eram mai bunSeptembrie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dar nu acum, între nori şi ploi
niciodată acum, între albe foi.
E luna septembrie
Cândva, am uitat să simt
dar am ştiut să râd plângând
între frunze spulberate de vânt
în luna septembrie.
Atunci, am ştiut că merg pe-un drum greu
care duce spre un infinit amăgitor.
Dar l-am ales, şi e drumul meu.
Şi cândva, ai să mă-ngropi zâmbind
şi voi şti că a trecut timpul meu
voi fi pierdut între rânduri goale tot mereu.
Va veni şi timpul tău va veni.
Cândva, am să fiu mai bun
dar nu aici, nu acum nu nu
nu în septembrie.
Heart Shaped BruisesSo, whats she like?Heart Shaped Bruises6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask the question with a bitterness
In my heart that shocks me.
Shes really nice. He says happily.
He seems completely oblivious
To the fact that I want to be her.
My hands are cold.
I often dreamed about him.
I would complain about my extremities
And he would fold my hand gently into his own.
I try and spend as much time
With him as I possibly can.
Surely hes noticed how I feel.
He should know by now.
I hope he knows.
Its obvious enough...
cokethere he is:coke5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the boy with the violet eyes,
walking hand in hand with the girl
who sings in cemeteries.
he wakes up just to tell strangers that they are
beautiful so they won't go home and cry.
he plays guitar and
sews music notes to his skin.
she sits beside him,
listening to the songs he says he wrote for her.
there he is:
the boy that curiosity took by hand.
the euphoria doesn't last as long anymore and
he feels poison slipping beneath his skin,
pushing his bones together until they crack open
and he bleeds and breaks into paranoia.
he knows that this is no way to live.
she watches him and remembers the days
when he still kissed her finger tips and
she's thinking about when they were young
and how they vowed never
to fall into these malignant habits.
there he is:
sitting in the mud-stricken window wiping away the
grime that's built up over the days he wasn't there for.
she watches him as he pauses,
pins the hair away from his forehead,
there he goes:
Din adancÎntr-un deşert, gri şi sterpDin adanc3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Se-nalţă uriaşe ruguri incendiate
Străpung noaptea grea căzută
Din timpurile uitării născută
Flăcări reflectate-n stropi de ploi acide
Luminează-n puterea acestei nopţi sordide
Râuri smolite străbat câmpii nenorocite
Lipsite de atingerile binecuvântării.
Negre stânci din magmă-nchegată
Stau strajă într-o vale secată
Şi urlă vântul, amarnic, printre ele
Se-ntind fantomatice crengi spinoase
În lumina moartă a unei lumi de piatră
Sfârtecată şi distrusă de-o ambiţie violentă
Venită din alte locuri ş-alte evuri
Însă undeva, se-aprinde cerul
Iar în astă lume rece, de dor pustiită
O chemare răsună. Slabă ş-amorţită
Deşteptând deşertul din grea nefiinţă.
Dincolo de mun
My Little Kitten Pt 8..Yaoi..WARNING!! This is a yaoi story, it contains boy x boy Love and whatnot. If for any reason thats not your cup of tea, just don't readMy Little Kitten Pt 8..Yaoi..3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was just the beginning of Friday night and as usual the club was packed. Zero stood slumped against a wall behind the bar, a million thoughts flooding his mind, But one was much clearer than the others ''How does he know?''
After the incident in the classroom Zero was too stunned to talk, he was too stunned to do anything, except kick Tony in the face, yank his trousers up and run the hell away. The blonde couldn't help cringing at the thought of kicking Tony in the face; he probably should have aimed for a less gorgeous area.
He'd had second thoughts about going into work, but then he realised that the commotion and noise may help block out the never ending stream of baffling and terrifying thoughts flying through his head. But he was wrong. All Zero could think about was how Tony knew he was a freak, after all his work to distance himself f
That boyThe neighbors used to see him walking down the street.That boy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding his mother's hand,
asking his dad " can we go to the beach?"
"And play in the sand?"
He was always smiling
even when the sun was bleak
even when the sky was crying
He would go to the candy store
and hold the door, for his parents.
He would buy candy and copy his dad like a parrot
The store clerk would smile weakly and fake
the child would notice the mistake
but he would smile on,
while singing his little song.
The people would stay away from him and closed there doors.
He never wanted anything less or more.
He was fine with his parents, thats all
Even when he would trip and fall.
He didnt cry or moan
He walk to his mother sitting on the bench
and they went home.
The next day, once more he'd play again,
with no one else. he didnt need a friend.
I never understood why the neighbors closed there doors.
and stay away from him or treated him wrong.
He'd always sing his song.
funny i never could see why they were afrai