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Hinotori no Uta 2 :Chapter 3:Misaka’s Entertainment District began to die down as the clock reached midnight, with only a few bars, pubs, and streetlights illuminating the streets. Suzaku walked silently across the empty plaza, looking around at the few people around him enjoying their night. He gave a heavy, tired sigh, sitting himself down on a bench in front of a fountain, some birds enjoying a quick drink as they fluttered around. Smiling to himself, kicking his feet against the pavement as he looked down, pulling out his cell phone.Hinotori no Uta 2 :Chapter 3:2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hah… Today’s been quite a hassle,” shaking his head, giving yet another sigh. He scrolled through his
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
--
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
--
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving lik
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't ex
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 252 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~Next Morning~~~
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the ba
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18 ~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 272 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to
Dead Butterflies+ Empty RoomsThis room is empty,Dead Butterflies+ Empty Rooms3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Filled but with sounds.
No distant thoughts,
No hallowed grounds.
All just lost and nothing more,
No room here for heart's too sore.
The sound of laughter,
The sound of tears.
The sound of distant pounding fears.
Like Bells that sing deep thunderous rings,
Lifted high on broken wings.
The distant thrums inside my head,
From butterflies long since been dead.
Memories of birds and dreams,
Make it not quite as it seems.
Of Silver leaves and flutterbies,
My silent spoken, lullabies....
12 Days of MurderOn the first day of murder,12 Days of Murder2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Moriarty gave to me:
A girl called Molly who makes tea.
On the second day of murder,
Moriarty gave to me:
Two riding crops
And a girl called Molly who makes tea.
On the third day of murder,
Moriarty gave to me:
Three army doctors
Two riding crops
And a girl called Molly who makes tea.
On the fourth day of murder,
Moriarty gave to me:
Four consulting detective
Three army doctors
Two riding crops
And a girl called Molly who makes tea.
On the fifth day of murder,
Moriarty gave to me:
FIVE UM-BRE-LLAS
Four consulting detectives
Three army doctors
Two riding crops
And a girl called Molly who ma
Cara al Sol - English LyricsCara al Sol - English Lyrics5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Towards the sun, the sun, I'm bravely facing
In shirt that yesterday was bare
With the banner of our cause embracing
I'll be cast within death's stare
On that day, I'll join my noble brethren
Who now stand on vigil in the heavens!
With a countenance as hard, as hard
'Gainst us not force avails!
If I should fall to rise no more, no more
I know our cause prevails!
Then triumphant banners will be waving
For peace will once again abide!
On my grave five blood-red roses placing
And a quiver at my side!
Spring will laugh when every struggle's ended
For the future we few have proud defended!
Forwards, until the task is done!
For a new Spain fac
Battle Wounds Battle WoundsBattle Wounds7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you would be a martyr?
A bright and shining hero, laurel-wreathed
Pausing dramatically at the gallows, facing the gathered crowd
And you give your final flowery speech
When the loud snap comes and you swing back and forth
How you will be honored!
Legends, movies even, books,
Shrines with candles burning before your photo.
But your illusions will be shattered, like fragile glass
When you pronounce this oath to offer your life
Oh no, it's not what you think it'll be like... at all!
In the harsh light of day, in reality
It's revealed in all of its misery and awesomeness
"I signed up for this?" you say
Yes, you
In Einem Polenstaedtchen - English LyricsIn Einem Polenstaedtchen - English Lyrics10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Within a Polish city
There lived a girl so pretty
She was so fair!
She was the finest looking girl
Whoever graced the world!
But no! But no! She was remiss
We'd never kiss!
I led her then to dancing
It fell while we were prancing:
A blood red rose!
I picked it up beneath her feet
And asked her to be sweet
But no! But no! She was remiss
We'd never kiss!
So when the dance was ending
Her hands with mine were mending
A farewell bid!
She fell within my arms at last!
My heart was beating fast!
But no! But no! She was remiss!
We'd never kiss!
And in the parting hour
She said with all her power
That one lone word!
No single ac
Morgen Marschieren Wir - English LyricsMorgen Marschieren Wir - English Lyrics1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning we're marching off
To the farm in the night-time loft
| : A cup of sweetened tea
Sugar and coffee : |
And a glass of wine!
Morning we're marching off
To the farm in the night-time loft
| : When I go to leave
My sweetheart cries and heaves : |
And she looks so sad!
Sweetheart go back to your home!
For it's late and the heart is sure to roam
| : Don't be bound in sorrow
Go and wake tomorrow : |
And see the dawn!
Can you not shut your eyes?
Then enjoy a great surprise
| : A cup of sweetened tea
Chocolate and coffee : |
And a glass of wine!
Sweetheart I love you true
But be married, I can not do
My Adventure in the Swamps of the InternetToday I decided to take a stroll in the very unfresh air. I would trek through the wilderness of the internet. I sometimes do this to hunt for rare species and beautiful peculiarities. And one of my favorite haunts, for the rare beauties tend to be found there more often than some other places, is an intellectual swamp known as DeviantArt.My Adventure in the Swamps of the Internet1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ah yes, my favored hunting grounds. This putrid swamp, while hideous on first glance, gives home to some beautiful flowers and rare and lovely insects. So I wade through its stinking waters in search of these things.
Today, I saw sticking out from behind a tree a shelter. I could immediately tell by
Her Name Was RebeccaThe day i was born my soul was torn nearly diying i looked so paleHer Name Was Rebecca2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My mother told me i was so strong but in my body i feel wrong
As i grew up i was so quiet doctor's and family felt very concerned
What i did was watch and learn i felt a sadness i cant explain
Operations to heal my body my liver, back almost failed me
Now im an adult i have things to ask why is my body such a mess
My mother explained confirmed my near death state it was hard to listen it made me sick
One thing my mother said made me wish i was dead because what i heard changed my world
I was told i would have had a sister but i lived instead she died so i could live
What Started World War Two Initially it was just a territorial dispute between Germany and Poland. The Germans wanted back the German territory which had been taken away from Germany and given to Poland at the end of the First World War via the Treaty of Versailles. But when the Germans, under Hitler, began taking back that territory in September 1939, Britain and France declared war on Germany essentially to "protect the freedom of Poland". The Germans had done nothing against Britain and France and wanted very much to remain at peace with those countries, but the politicians of Britain and France had other considerations.What Started World War Two2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The f
The Year 2000The Year 2000The Year 20003 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
by Joseph Goebbels
The three enemy war leaders, American sources report, have agreed at the Yalta Conference to Roosevelt's proposal for an occupation program that will destroy and exterminate the German people up until the year 2000. One must grant the somewhat grandiose nature of the proposal. It reminds one of the skyscrapers in New York that soar high into the sky, and whose upper stories sway in the wind. What will the world look like in the year 2000? Stalin, Churchill, and Roosevelt have determined it, at least insofar as the German people are concerned. One may however doubt if they and we will act in the predicted man
Golden Dawn TranslatedGolden Dawn Translated8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now let the voices nobly harken!
Our pride is boiling in our blood!
We're proud to be the newest Spartans
Defending our country's hallowed sod!
To arms, men of Greece!
We'll fight for what is right we'll never cease!
To arms, men of Greece!
To an era of new work and peace!
We lit the light of revolution
A symbol we are proud to bear!
In us was born a resolution
To inspire the peoples far and near!
To arms, men of Greece!
We'll fight for what is right we'll never cease!
To arms, men of Greece!
To an era of new work and peace!
So hear the noble voices sounding
They harken forward to the light
Each Greek must feel his heart rebounding
We sta
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222D stretched himself a little and groaned as he felt his neck hurt. He had been tired of this entire photo taking and posing for today. The clothes he was wearing was killing him too. The outfit he was wearing was a black tight jacket and black jeans. He also had a black tie and a black hat. The girls had almost the same out fir but had skirts and diadems instead. They did some sort of fashion collection of some sort of office clothing. 2D and the girls had to get ready for the next shot so they were just in the middle of getting their makeup put on and get their hair styled. 2D didn't wanted so much of it and got the chance to sneak away toMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17The band kept going. They went from place to place and it took around a month or more. It was a long tour. The band had already been on their places and played their music and concert.It had been long weeks with fans who yelled out their names and lots of fame without any rest. The sad thing was that the band had seemed to forgotten about what happened a week earlier. Murdoc and 2D didn't fight or speak to each other at all. They stayed quiet and did their "work" instead. They only focused on the music and the concert. Noodle and Russel didn't bother at all. They just felt glad that the two guys finally stopped fighting for a while. Sure 2D aMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rage.It's days like these that I can't feel a thingRage.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not the razor's sting
No, not a goddamn thing.
I'm numb, inside and out.
The look on my face is far worse than a pout,
It is pure misery.
All you can say is "baby believe me"
But how can I believe you
When my trust has been broken
From the very first word you've spoken?
My heart has been crushed into a million tiny pieces
And as you try and fix the pain in my chest it just increases.
Can't you see this is the death of me?
You left my life full of misery.
I am numb, inside and out.
It is all your fault I even felt that bit of doubt.
The look in your eyes was sorrow,
The look in
AA 25seven deadly sins were never enoughAA 251 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on warm summer nights with storms
rolling in and out faster than the tides
and we're covered in sand and stars,
slightly different patterns that keep
us opposites, and how is it that alive
is a feeling? i'm not quite sure, but even
if i told you i'd probably be lying
because you're touching her
and i'm lost, trapped in green-
eyed glances that she's missing,
she's missing you and it's not enough
to write about you, and the thing
about poetry is that there's only
so many ways to say the same damned thing-
my muse went on vacation and left me
with worn out words that taste of chalk
and ash and damnit all, you fucking left
your bag in the hall and these death traps
women call heels are killing me enough,
but that's just you leaving me flat on my face
and maybe everything is going as planned,
but could you let me in on it just once?
i'm out of my element, and forgetting my lines
again and again. i hate love poem
AA 19i'm falling.AA 191 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i.
it's always a dead end when you reach
for your keys and she's forced to allow those
words escape her mind only to soil pristine
lips with accusation.
"When will you come back?", not will
you be back, she leaves no room for i'm-not-
coming-backs or nevers, but regardless
you refuse a straight answer.
"I don't know."
ii.
some days it's as if we're breathing moths,
fragile beauty of the night asleep against
dirty window panes.
i tense to your touch because it
always reminds me that we're made of
nothing except shameless, seamless
crystallized dreams of children who have seen far
too much in their short six-seven-eight years
to still be able to smile with
more sweet than bitter.
iii.
"Stop asking what-if questions."
"How did we get here?" she asks, but you
don't reply and forget to breathe for a moment.
it's okay, you tell yourself, she already
knows the answe
january.she doesn't love her boyfriend.january.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the shiny blue car i once thought her so deserving of is idling, propelling toxic waste onto the frozen landscape, pouring itself into our shuddering lungs, which have been ruined already with smog.
her glassy, snuff-colored eyes are locked with mine, and i can tell she is saying something, but all i can think is, she doesn't love her boyfriend, and the phrase is stuck inside my head, bouncing around inside the fragile walls of neurons and receptors, tearing things loose there and then falling down the dark tunnel that is my throat until it has settled in my heart and begun to burn there.
she doesn't love he
Sta.sh
