A nature walk...A nature walk...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold as a winter's wind,
Still we keep on walking.
Is it that we walk on to reach the future?
Or to eventually resurface the past?
What is there to ask when there is no right reply?
So many questions,
So little time.
Still we keep on walking,
With the will to keep on-going.
If any mammal were to choose where to fester,
It could be warm,
A Letter To Younger MeDear Hope,A Letter To Younger Me2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know I'm probably not in the best mental state or capacity to offer much advice to myself, so please bear with me on this letter. Even if the tones sound depressing or it gives off a negative vibe, stay that cheerful self you've been since the day you could express it. After all, that's one of the main features that makes you, you.
First of all, no matter how many times those bullies tease and hurt you, stay strong, or they will have been victorious over you. And trust me, losing in that kind of way only hurts more than if you kept on until they finally left you alone. Keep that stubbornness that will grow, but only use it for when the moment calls for it and do not abuse it to get your way, it will only make you seem much more worse to other people than you really are. That leads me to another thing, when your friends betray you, remember the ones that stayed by your side and if the ones who bet
Dear Middle School MeDear Middle School Me,Dear Middle School Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Listen up, you dumb skank, because what I have to say is important.
Yes, you are a fucktard. Yes, you do stupid shit. Yes, you will regret most of it. I mean, seriously? The abortion clinic protest? And all those anti-sex rages? You really think you’ll keep the same opinions that you have in middle school? You will look back on those moments and say, “Oh my god am I some kind of stupid asshole?” The answer is yes, yes you are.
In fact, you’ll probably be a stupid asshole for a good long time. Hell, when you and I are 21, we’ll probably look back on me, you’re senior in high school self, and shake our heads in exasperation.
Now, that important shit I was talking about earlier. It doesn’t matter that you’re a dumb fuck. You’re a kid. Kids have a free pass to dumb fuckery. Sure, you should avoid it as much as you can, but stop beating yourself up every time you say something stupid. If you do, you
Dear Past MeDear Past Me2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear Past Me,
I'm not quite sure how to greet you, since hey kiddo, doesn't seem to
cut it. I'd tell you what to tell Daddy to invest in, but that's probably against some
sort of universal law. Anyways, I'm sure there are thousands of little things I could
tell you to avoid, but they have become part of who I am and aren't so important by
themselves, as long as you listen to what I have to say. I'm sorry I can't be Mr. Super
fun nice guy right now, because you can either have that or some real advice! Also, I
don't want to spoil too much for you or cause some butterfly effect to happen. So, I'm
just going to cut to the chase: Be brave, speak up, and say no when it's right. You can
do it, I know you can. Just be optimistic, confident, and aware, and anything can happen.
I know this will sound cheesy, but soon you will know how real this statement really is.
Be more open, listen too, but speak your mind and you will find there are so many others
who share your view. This doesn't mean go
A heart whom is SharedA heart whom is Shared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These endless goodbye's,
The never ending lies,
What can I be,
If you're not beside me,
For you are my voice,
If it's what I assume,
Then I like living a lie.
All of the ties,
Have long been severed.
Please just say the inevitable,
Let me cry all of the memories away.
What is laughter to crying if there is only room for Fighting?
The only way to heal,
Is to limp the road of recovery.
So please release me from your grasp,
For I am already in the shadows.
Akatsuki Kittens Ch. 7Chapter 7Akatsuki Kittens Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before the fire
"Guys, I want to have fun! Hey Hidan, let's see if he has any explosives?" Deidara mewed. In excitement, both kittens dashed off out of the kitchen.
"I bet I'm faster than you, un!" Deidara dared.
"No f***ing way!" Hidan hollered. Both cats sped down the hallway and made a left into the dining room.
"Where are we racing too?" the dark and light gray tabby meowed to his opponent. The other kitten just stared dumbfounded. He obviously did not think about that. Lost in his thoughts, the dappled cat did not see that he was going to run into the dining room table legs. Hidan gave him a sneer and veered off leaving Deidara to crash into the wooden structure. The magenta-eyed kitten hooted with laughter and rolled around the floor while the blond kitten rubbed his throbbing forehead.
"You are such a f***ing idiot!" the tabby cackled. Deidara gave him an evil glare and p
SplashstarSplashstar4 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Splashstar is an aging blue-gray she-cat with various shades of gray marking her pelt, including light gray tipped ears, a light gray (graying) muzzle, and a light gray tipped tail with a slightly darker shade of gray which makes up her underbelly and pale blue eyes.
Current: FloodClanPast: FloodClan
Age: 108 moons (Approx. 8 years, 0 months)
Mother: Slowpool (Deceased)
Father: Dewstar (Deceased)Grandmothers: Unknown
Grandfathers: UnknownAunts: Unknown
Nephews: UnknownMooning: N/AMate:
Be the random troll girl.You are now the random troll girl.Be the random troll girl.2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Your name is ESERIS ISSITE. You are 7 SOLAR SWEEPS, which makes you around 14 on Earth. You have BLUE blood, making you around the top of the blood spectrum. You are RANDOM and extremely INDECISIVE, making you someone who tends to be very ANNOYING. You also change TOPICS in a random fashion. You can be very LOUD and OUTGOING. Despite all of your POSITIVE energy, you still dream in DERSE, you think it's because you like the color PURPLE. Your lusus is a SNAKE that goes by the name ALDAE. You call him DAE-DAE.
You have a variety of INTERESTS. Among them is COLLECTING. You collect EVERTYTHING because you cannot DECIDE on one, you focus mainly on ROCKS and stolen SCALEMATES. Of course, you ATTEMPT to organize them but it creates a bigger MESS and FRUSTRATES you. You love KRAKENS, and have made a few PLUSHIES to release at random. You also like to DRAW. You have both finished and unfinished drawings CLUTTERING up your hive even more. They're mainly of LAND
Akatsuki Kittens Ch. 6Chapter 6Akatsuki Kittens Ch. 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jeez, what took you so long?" Yumi hollered. She dried her hands on a towel and stomped over to her boyfriend with a glare plastered onto her face. Nekki flinched at her gaze and nearly leapt out of his skin when his girlfriend tackled him into an embrace.
"W-whoa Yumi! Um, why the hug?" the Asian American asked, obviously obfuscated.
"You are amazing for being able to take care of all of these cats and I love you for that!" the strawberry blond cried and smashed her lips into his. Nekki's face flushed into a deep shade of red in a matter of seconds. The Akatsuki observed this scene from the bathroom doorway, Hidan snickering as Itachi, Deidara, and Tobi had looks of disbelief on their furry faces.
"Well, all of this romantic business is the best situation for your gift!" Nekki exclaimed after the kiss. He gave her the bag that held the gift. Suddenly, a plastic covered spring gag sprung out of the
Indulging: Idol Syndrome - English TranslyricsWhen I opened my eyes,Indulging: Idol Syndrome - English Translyrics9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I noticed I was being spoiled
And it appears a miracle
Has swooped its way down onto my life
It's not a hard thing to do,
You have to sing decently
And the awaiting award is
A flock of fans crowded all around you
And it is quite nice
That so quickly
My life was suddenly changed!
That's an idol!
I watch an idiot dance
And without realizing,
I dance right beside him
So greedy, exploiting ourselves,
And erupting with laughter,
"My, oh my, oh my, oh my!"
It's almost like a life game
I'm so hyped up, thinking
"Wow, I'm such a cool guy!
That other guy there seems so strange to me..."
But I'll forgive you, I guess
'Cause I'm an idol!
When I opened my eyes,
I noticed I was being spoiled
And it appears that this dream
Is still going, it hasn't ended
It's not a hard thing to do,
You have to tell funny stories
And show someone that you like them
By sleeping with more and more people
And I just can't stop
More toys who can guide my way!
That's an idol
12 Questions about Homestuck1. What is your favorite Homestuck Character?12 Questions about Homestuck2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
2. What is your second favorite Homestuck Character?
3. What is your third favorite Homestuck Character?
4. What is your Patron Troll?
5. If you could be any Homestuck Character, who would you be?
6. If you could go out with any Homestuck Character (Different Gender), who would it be?
7. If you could go out with any Homestuck Character (Same Gender), who would it be?
8. Who is your least favorite Homestuck Character?
9. Who is your favorite shipping pair?
10. Why do you think its called Homestuck?
11. Is Homestuck your favorite comic?
12.Is Homestuck your favorite fictional universe?
13. Did you enjoy this survey?
Binding of Isaac- descriptiveBlood oozed between the small boys toes as he gripped his sides tightly, his body shuddering with the sobs that rose uncontrolled, standing in the centre of the room amidst the carcasses of monsters who had attacked him and fallen under the sheer strength of his grief.Binding of Isaac- descriptive1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother. His mother. His mother.
Isaac wiped a tiny hand across his face, looking around his dim surroundings. Why would this happen? He had been happy. Why had his mother been so willing to destroy him? What kind of God would command that he, a small boy, be killed for the glory of Him?
He stepped towards the wide, inviting threshold of another room, hearing the patchy breathing and tinny whine of mutants and bugs inside. His only companion now, after his mother had killed his pets for God, was a small fly that buzzed amiably around him, unaware of the blood soaked walls, and the red stains across Isaacs face, accompanied with the black smudges of coal that was a gift from another creature, a demon, who had wanted to
Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:--Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I couldn't believe what I saw in there... I'll never forget it.
I looked in and there was a sight. I don't get grossed out by many things, but this was a major grosser...
It was apparently Kyle's parents... They were butt-naked sleeping on the floor... I was staring right at the bottom halves of their body... So I got quite a view.
"Gross..." I mumbled and covered them with a blanket then walked downstairs.
"I'm going to sleep outside. Your parents are butt naked upstairs in your room... I think they were doing it..." I said as I walked outside and got in the car, then fell asleep.
7 Hours Later
The next morning, I woke up and stretched and noticed something odd. Looking out the window, I wasn't even near Kyle's house. In fact, I didn't see his house at all. Or any other houses.
"What... Where am I?" I said, still half asleep.
I got out of the car and looked around. I was surrounded by several trees and a nice quiet river. There were little bunnies and such eve
United By Heart -little Boy (2)A little boy sits on a bedUnited By Heart -little Boy (2)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Teddy in his arms
pressed into the small chest.
His hopeful eyes looking up
counting the stars while he is all alone
A few days ago a man and a woman had a car accident
Both of them died
leaving behind a small boy
who is still believing that they will return
that they will come home
and once again count the stars with him.
Lourdes of Loki - part 2 - The ClinicLourdes of Loki - part 2 - The Clinic1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My best friend Gaetania Sendari has a way with numbers. Especially those numbers which are related to sweet money. So I was soon hauling this smart, Italian lady on board, offering her partnership in my little business (which she of course gladly accepted) letting her to be the accountant and to make all the wheeling's and dealings when it came to starting up the clinic. Gaetania's connections with the mob (Her father Enrico is one of the most internationally powerful Don's) helped me to acquire a few other things I was needing as well, like a fake ID, making me 38 instead of 18 and forged diplomas from various medical universities in Italia, France and the States. Thus I became not Lourdes LeGrand, school dropout and spoilt heiress to some rich badass but DR Lourdes Thiery, expert and researcher of cosmetic surgery.
There was also this Italian doc who used to do nose jobs for Silvio Berlusconi's mistresses. He had gotten in trouble with the mafia earlier and then Gaetania h
Daddy Doesn't Care About Us . . .The night is hot, too hot to sleep beneath these heavy coversDaddy Doesn't Care About Us . . .1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you feel the heat between these passionate, loathing lovers?
Well I feel it; their passionate hate that is, tonight
Let's focus on the moon, oh what a wondrous lingering sight!
But still I hear my mother's screams, I almost feel her tears
She's shed them a million times too many for all my tortured years
The moon! Remember the moon? (And it, like her eyes, is so sad and
And all these thoughts race through my mind, while I lay here in bed
I try to put out of my mind, my parent's bloody feud
But all it does is worsen my dejected, hopeless mood
Why does he do this, hurt her day in and day out?
Why does he use her as he does? Why does he always shout?
Why can't he take her in his arms and keep his Wedding vow?
Or maybe it's too late for that, yes, much too late just now
I sigh and move towards my door; the war goes on outside
Outside my door that is, my friends, the two are still inside
The house; and
a dancea dance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I choose you.
My lover. My friend.
Can´t you see? I love you. I want you.
Hold me. Love me.
I will give you my love, my heart, my soul, my everything.
Just please stay near me.
Why can´t you see? Why can´t you hear?
I speak without thinking. My heart is throbbing. My head feels light.
I am dreaming. Dreaming about a life with you.
Come take my hand. Come dance with me.
Dance with me the dance called life.
Never let go of my hand. Never turn away.
My lover. My friend.
I will choose you.
When will you see?
You are holding my hand.
You are whispering sweet words in my ear.
Telling me how much you love me. How much you longed for me.
Telling me how you want to dance with me forever, to hold my hand in yours forever.
It is a promise.
We are moving in harmony, dancing elegantly.
It is a promise.
We are moving in disorder, fighting.
It is a promise.
We are apologizing. Saying sorry. Never meaning the painful words.
And you are never turning back, turning away.
You are never let
Where is my heart?Where is my heart?Where is my heart?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has it lost its way?
What but darkness and emptiness awaits it?
What will be of my soul?
Must it wait so long
For Spring to emerge out of
Winter's cold arms?
And how long will it last?
Where is my heart?
Could it be that it's already dead?
I move and I read and I try to sing
But I can't feel it beating
Had my heart gone mad?!
Feb 28' 2012
The last poem I'm wasting on you.The line between love and hate,The last poem I'm wasting on you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the divide of life and too late.
It's a fine and fragile scale,
And a told too often tale.
You meant the world to me,
time stood still as you let me be.
that golden bubble of security,
our presence together, the longevity.
I thought it would last forever.
Now I can't look at you, never.
The cracks appeared, they turned to faults.
Moving on now, you said your an "adult".
Everyone has a dark side,
it's where your kindness died.
I see now that I fell in love with Dr. Jekyll,
And was back stabbed by Mr. Hyde.
Broken and beaten. I'm moving on too,
love was given to me by you.
But their can't be three in co- existence,
My heart is now bulletproof and resistance.
bears and old ghosts..bears and old ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this green ward
i am a mechanical bear
the inhabitants seem not to notice me
i have no attachments
the early hours create corpses
it is routine and i see nothing
but she has affected
and infected old ghosts..
she has softened me again and
i have become her winged cub
.. and this place is a terrible circus
her medicine is my illness
and my mirror is a furious pearl
and i am a thin anaesthetic
as i bend in one direction ..
into a distant past
of blue fathers or feathers falling
from vintage nests
and her morphine reminds me ..
of the long drive along the ocean highway
only to find a stubborn little girl and
the emptiness i carry
it reminds me of the simplicity
of regret ..
and lately i have felt her scratching
at my sleep:
she is a green dalmatian
digging up oxygen bells from the earth
..but she will be blue tomorrow
she will be blue
and as distant
Waiting for youWaiting for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm tired of waiting,
I'm tired of beeing second
All the time.
I'm tired of beeing forgoten,
I'm tired of beeing the last one
Invisible in your eyes
Allways last on your mind
Always last in your heart
All the love i gave you
Felt nothing to you
I m lost in shadows of love
Looking for scraps of attention
For scraps of affection.
Holding on hope that's long gone
My dreams are useless
My hopes are in vane
The you that loved me is long gone
Who are you?
To him what have you done?
I wish him back...
But all is in vane
Its long gone
By all but me...
I want him back
I want you back
So all can be the same
I'm tired of waiting...
Sing me a SongThe girl was on the hospital bed, dreaming dreams no one else would know but her.Sing me a Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her brother, Grant, was by her side. Grant felt a tear slide down his face, and he didn't even bother to wipe it away. Sniffling, he held his hand in his siter's. Her name was Silvia.
"Silvia," he whispered. "Don't leave me, please."
Grant's mother and father were holding hands in the background, crying, even the dad. Who said men don't cry?
"Silvia," Grant whispered.
The monitor by her bed had lines going up and down, but they weren't her breathing. The machine was breathing for her.
The doctor, Dr. Smith, came in. He sat on the chair at the far side of the room and sighed, "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, I've done all I could. I am sorry. You must make a choice, keep Silvia hooked up on that machine, or let her go; turn it off."
"Give-give us time t
The Unbearable SilenceThe Unbearable Silence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Unbearable Silence
The unbearable silence, flows thick through the air.
I know something has gone wrong, I sense and feel
Where is she, when will she hold me in her arms again.
It is choking me, makes me feel so alone,
Empty telepathic static only, the hum of Infinity,
The hussle bussle of earth humanity there pain and suffering and screams,
Just prove the theory that planet Earth, at present is planet Hell.
It was only a week, where I felt I was surfing the streams of consciousness
It feels like they have abandoned ship, they are away and distant
When are they coming, not a sign in the sky since I moved
I was alone, here with a challenge to do on my own.
I threw myself hard against the mindless wall of policy
I wonder if I did create a vibration, a vibration of change
My integrity and hope shattered into shards, and I lost my marbles
Tears rained down from my eyes, and words fell on deaf ears.
She seemed to know and understand, but she could not see me.
I saw into her, my throat l