She Loved"When my world is falling apart...when there's no light to break up the dark..that's when I look at you..." - Miley CyrusShe Loved5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the way he smiled, that bright and warm smile.
She loved the way he spoke, obnoxious and loud at one moment but gentle at another moment.
She loved the way he yelled and patronized her for being too quiet and polite.
She loved the way he saw her as a person and not just a noblewoman.
She loved the way he walked like a peacock, proudly strutting his feathers.
She loved the way his gentle hands touched her head whenever he was proud of her.
She loved the way he praised her in her achievements.
She loved the way he had thanked her for taking his life, how she had fulfilled her shinigami duties.
She loved everything...even until the bloody end.
Project Save MeDon't ask me how I amProject Save Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I'm silent too long;
tell me you know I'm pretending,
tell me it's okay to fall apart,
tell me you'll catch me
if I climb too high
and can't find
a safe way down.
Don't tell me I deserve better
when I get hurt again;
tell me I'm an idiot,
tell me you're not surprised
I crashed and burned,
tell me the truth
because no one else will.
Don't offer to swap war stories;
I don't want to hear
about your heartaches,
I just want someone
to fix mine.
Don't tell me
they'll get what's coming to them
after they've left me broken;
that I give too many chances
because that's the only thing
I really know how to do.
that when I forgive them,
I'm not thinking
about the fact
that they've hurt me a thousand times;
about how much lighter I feel
without the weight
Tell me it's okay,
tell me it's not my fault,
but don't ever,
tell me to just get over it.
you'll always be there
and then prove it;
mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:mouthbreather5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be
Death"Those sweet words you utter in my ear..."Death11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are they not what you wish to hear?"
I tremble beneath its gaze.
"Yes," I answer softly.
"Take my hand," it says.
Number 3, What if tale, Part 1Six months, six long and painful months since the world began to slip into madness, chaos and death. The world had changed so much in such a short amount of time. It hardly even seemed possible. Of course, it wasn't just possible, it was happening. It hit like a firestorm to a dry forest, cities were attacked from all sides. There wasn't any way to save anyone from of fate that befell them in those sprawling urban landscapes. Those cold, unfeeling buildings that scraped the very sky were transformed into tombs for the dead during the battle. Those pieces of concrete and steel that mankind had labored so hard over to offer them shelter and a place to work only served to trap them and lead to a grisly end. What might you ask caused all this? Simple really, a reemergence of a long forgotten and to most people, a figment of imagination by long dead cultures. Thought to be tales of drunken warriors and knights who conjured up this beast in which they did battle with and won. This powerful,Number 3, What if tale, Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A guide to understanding artistsPlease read carefully:A guide to understanding artists1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at select number if sketches the artist seems qualified to be seen
C) you will be stabbed painfully in the eyes with a fork (or whatever else is in hands reach.
NEVER under any circumstance look through the said sketchbook WITHOUT PERMISSION
LGBTQIAAcceptance: the name for our Gay-Straight Alliance. I don’t think there’s a better way to say what we’re about than that simple word.LGBTQIA2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision.” -Lynn Lavner
Americans have been fighting for their civil rights since this country began. Over the years, the faces change but the heart of the matter is always the same: people deserve to be treated like people, and that is an axiom they are willing to fight for.
Last year, over fifty students participated in the Day of Silence. They gave up their voices for one day in reminder of students who did not get the choice to speak. They gave up their ability to fight back, to express themselves because invisibility is more painful than the attacks of any bully. They gave up their voi
Feral Time, Part 1That first half of the semester was fun. That first day was something, I walking into work and Debbi thought I was a different dragon and tried to shoo me out from behind the desk. I was able to explain to her that I was me and after a little evidence proving my claims, personal info and all that goes a long way. She asked me if she could expect any more alterations to my body.Feral Time, Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hope not. I'm tired of it myself," I told her, finally relaxing after a long and tense interrogation session.
Once I was proven to be me, she showed me off to the other employees to make sure they all knew of my new looks so there wouldn't be any confusion. It didn't help that I had to go shoeless for that first week. I got into the habit and tucking my feet under my chair to keep people from both staring at my talons or tripping over my feet.
That weekend I broke out my leather working supplies and rebuilt my boots from all the left over leather I had. I had quite a bit of it from my first pair and this time
Shopping TripI rolled over under my covers on the 20th of January, one day before my classes and work started up again, my last day of winter break.Shopping Trip5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oooh." I groaned, "I don't wanna get up."
I poked my snout out from under the covers to see that my clock's digital display read 9:29 A.M and sunlight beaming in through my small window making the whole room nice and bright with the morning glow. I just used one claw to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"Great," I muttered to myself, "Past breakfast and too far away from lunch. Man, I hate getting up so late or not late enough. Always just enough time to do something, but I have to rush."
I crawled out from under my sheets, my spine and tail making pop sounds like a cement mixer. It was because of all the late nights that I was so tired. I had been staying up late either talking with Scales and Jake, or writing. Sometimes both, the three of us wrote a little collaborative work together. It was fascinating really, just to see three minds on one work and the
our atoms were once starsthese weary atoms are constantlyour atoms were once stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wreathed into genetic ornaments and
recycled from human to human.
i can trace my veins off into the brazen
custody of our prescribed atmosphere.
bring me to where the world ends
and the horizon collides with the heavens,
because i'd like to recreate myself into
or at least fade among the hydrogen
furnaces, returning to a cosmic cradle.
Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okami will forever be one of my most cherished videogames in my collection. There were so many aspects to be admired--a huge map that could be roamed around freely, giant intimidating bosses that actually required effort to defeat, and a unique and absolutely beautiful design.
As an artist, the entire watercolor/ink painting feel of the graphics is what really made the game win my heart. Even as you play, you are literally granted the power of a brush. You paint symbols directly on the screen that represent elements or attacks that may be used outside and inside the battlefield.
Of course, you're given a variety of weapons as well. Each one you find or purchase is a work of art in itself. They're all different in their own way and look magnificent. You have your choice of Rosaries (beads), Glaives (swords), and Reflectors (mirrors). Other than the looks, the performance of each weapon is slightly different but they're all quite balanced. Reflectors are swung around in a circular motion
Peace and LoveSo pretty and peaceful I lie,Peace and Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the grass and birds,
with their songs of life,
and with your heart next to mine,
for now I know love.
Who knew this place could lift me,
with the freedom from hate,
from darkness to light,
for I give my heart to you,
for now I know peace.
So much I wish for you to be here,
but I know you are with me,
I can feel you in the breeze,
as you kiss my cheek.
I see you in the mountains,
as your majesty captures me,
for now I know I can rest.
My heart will never say goodbye,
My mind will never stop hoping,
For even just a moment,
I can stand once again,
in the arms of your love.
RealizationsRealizationsRealizations3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Haruno Mebuki jumped at the aggressive tone of her daughter's voice, nearly dropping the plate of grilled fish that she was placing on the table. She sighed, knowing that this conversation had to come sooner or later, and ran a hand through her fading blonde hair.
"How could you?" the younger yelled, storming into the kitchen. She didn't seem to care about the large puddles of water she trailed behind her from her rain-soaked state.
"Sakura please understand...I'm just not comfortable with you near him"
"There's nothing to understand!" Sakura interrupted with an attitude that would usually get her punished. "Naruto has done nothing to you, nothing!"
"If you knew what he really was you would know why I don't trust him," Mebuki tried to explain. If it weren't for the Third's law she would be able to make her daughter see the truththat she was just doing what was best for her.
"I know about the Kyuubi
FFM 2014 1 - SpaghettinautsWith the visor down, it's hard to believe I'm about to die. I'm floating, arms and legs straight out like a dried-out starfish. At this moment in time, I am thankful for the technology in these suits. Normally, my mind would have shut down from the massive anxiety of plummeting into a black hole, but modern scientists have discovered that the recordings of an astronaut's final hours are far more peaceful when they're high as a kite.FFM 2014 1 - Spaghettinauts1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Heh. I am way higher than a kite.
"Hoy, Donovan. You gotta see this."
With effort, I furrow my eyebrows.
"No. We've been watching it for hours, man. Infinite black in front, galaxy of lights behind, spaghettification in our future. I'd rather stay in the dark."
He sighs loudly with the mic left open.
Visor rolls up, eyes fly open. I zoom my external camera, and my stomach kickflips as I see our broken ship stretched out miles ahead of us, much further past the point of no return.
"Yeah, sweet. Cool. I get to see what we're going to loo
Wanted to Say ThanksHey, you!Wanted to Say Thanks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I mean you
The one who calls me fat all the time
The one who tells me to "get a life"
The one who says I should give up on finding a guy
Yeah, I mean you
The one who gives me grief all the time
I've been wanting to tell you something
Something that's been weighing on my mind
It's something that's been building up inside
I wanted to say thanks
Thanks to you
I host a TV program that tells you
How you can become thin
Thanks to you
I am the CEO of a company you
Spend your life groveling at
Thanks to you
I am happily married to a man who adores me and who you
Wish your husband was
Thanks to you
I have no grievances because you
Are grieving enough over your past life
So, that's all I wanted to say
Just a simple thanks
Because without you
I could've wound up being
Number 3, What if tale, Part 2The sound of loud and steady breathing came next. She didn't open her eyes, not wanting to give away she was awake to whoever was there. She felt there was something soft under her, and a pillow too which was under her head. Where ever she was, she felt like the person or people has tried to help her, but she wasn't sure to what end. She continued to listen, just trying to figure out what was there. A deep, hissy and growly voice found her ears moments later.Number 3, What if tale, Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can sssmell your fear." it said, "I can literally tassste it too. You can sssstop pretending to be assssleep. I know you are awake."
She slowly opened her eyes to see the roof of a cave over her head. She looked around to find the torches lined the walls, lighting it up to a passable level. She looked to her shoulder and found it bandaged up and she could feel it had been medically treated too from the smell of the salves on her wounds. She felt her head to find it too had been attended to. Once again, her eyes started wonder t
DA:O When Heroes Must RiseDA:O When Heroes Must Rise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Niall had known, he wondered if things might've been different.
What he remembered about her was not quite the woman who stood before him now. Young Miss Surana was no longer that endearingly uncertain apprentice he had known at the Circle Tower. No, the Warden was now a young woman, still hesitant, but learning quickly out of necessity. He felt sad to see certain aspects of her shattered forcibly due to her calling as a Warden, but at the same time she seemed to have retained that key aspect about herself that he had
"Aren't you coming to help?" Surana asked, an edge of alarm in her voice, "The demon is dead now, so we should all be able to wake up."
Niall's only reply was to cast his gaze to the side. He raised it again, hesitating, "I Cannot go with you."
"Wh-Why not?" Though he recognized that she already knew the answer. Surana stepped forward, "Why can't youI mean Isn't there anything I Niall ?" Her eyes were shining brightly before the first
Undeserving [Sherlock/Reader drabble]"Methinks the lady has found herself a lover," the tall man singsongs. "Or maybe just an in-fat-u-a-tion," he pronounces out the word, syllable by syllable, still teasing.Undeserving [Sherlock/Reader drabble]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stop it," you mumble, barely audible, staring down at your toes over your crossed arms.
He hears you, of course, chuckling, "Why? Because I'm right?"
"No, stop it now," you repeat, still not meeting his eyes, although your voice grows a little louder.
"I don't see why I should, [y/n]. You always do say that you love my deductions. This is just another one, isn't it? It really wasn't that difficult; you're always smiling out of the blue, blushing. All the classic symptoms of that… unfortunate disease." You cringe at his choice of words, looking up into his piercing blue eyes.
"Stop it, Sherlock. Please."
"Oh, come on now, at least give me the name!"
Your patience worn thin, you finally snap, "You, you dunce! I fancy you, okay? Happy now?"
Alistair's Rose"Here, look at this. Do you know what this is?" Alistair held his hand out so she could get a better look.Alistair's Rose6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What she saw was the most beautiful rose. It was relatively small as far as roses go, its petals were of the deepest red, velvety to the touch. It had been plucked before it had bloomed, so the numerous petals were still closed tightly. It was the same rose she had seen him with for some time.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Is this your new weapon of choice?"
He laughed. One of the things he liked about her was that she shared his sense of humor. "Yes, that's right. Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements! Feel my thorns, darkspawn! I will overpower you with my rosy scent!"
She laughed good-naturedly at his display.
Then his face took a more serious expression. "Or, you know, it could just be a rose. I know that's pretty dull in comparison."
"You've been thumbing that rose for awhile, now."
"I picked it in Lothering. I remember thinking, ho
Feral Time, Part 2Morning came a lot faster than I thought. The sounds of birds chirping woke me up, as did the sound of my tent being unzipped. I looked out from the safety of my sleeping bag and saw Claw's muzzled face looking back at me.Feral Time, Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning Farm," he said with a smile that showed off his very white and sharp looking teeth, "Time to wake up, pack up and start your real vacation."
I let out a groan. I didn't really want to go through with his plan for my vacation. Running around in the woods seemed like something I'd both not enjoy and be lots more work. I just huffed a bit and climbed out of the sleeping bag and the tent as he backed up a bit, still walking around on four legs.
"Why are you walking on all fours a lot Claw?" I asked him as I took down my campsite, taking my time a bit I'll admit.
"I'm on vacation to Farm," he just replied plainly, then sat on his haunches like a very big dog with his wings all neatly folded at his sides, "I'm enjoying my time away from all things human. I get to
Turning PointWhen I was a kidTurning Point2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought that ‘gay’ was just an insult
And as a result
I cried when a big kid called me it.
When I was a tween
My teacher said she was worried about two guys
Who always locked eyes
And I didn’t get why she was wrong to say it.
When I was a teen
I went on the internet and found out it all
When I started to fall
For both boys and girls and I didn’t get why.
When I was a teen
I made out with a girl from my school
It was pretty cool
But I was too scared to tell anyone.
When I’m an adult
I’m gonna tell my kids that it’s okay
To be bi or trans or gay
Or any other orientation
Because, well, it is.
Zelda - The Winged Ones - ch26Zelda - The Winged Ones - ch265 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: This chapter is more intense than the others, according to what I have seen in anime this still counts as Pg-13, borderline R at worst.
Chapter 26: Demon
Dark stopped, something had changed, he could not see it but he felt it. The air was heavy, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, and suddenly the joy of killing fled his dark soul leaving an empty sense of dread behind.
Dark stopped short of killing his target and slowly looked behind him.
His comrades were in a heap on the ground shocked, both were staring at where they were holding Link hostage moments before.
The once helpless hero was on his hands and knees face to the ground, breathing heavy. The sound of rasping breath that came from the green clad figure contained a voice that was not his own.
Link's form grew dark, a writhing shadow aura twisted around him like a black flame. As the hero lifted his head Dark was startled by the sight.
His angelic blue eyes were gone, they now glowe
Kids These Days.I don’t have swag.Kids These Days.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have integrity.
I am not a boss.
I am a leader.
I’m not a hipster.
I do what I like.
I do not live only once.
I live every day of my life.
Friendly Chaos, Part 4I stood up and stretched out in the front pasture, I felt wet all over. I looked at myself and I was covered in morning dew.Friendly Chaos, Part 46 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Great, I'm cold and wet." I muttered.
I shook myself and flapped my wings once, then once I was reasonably dry, started my very short walk to the house. I was just over the fence when I felt a very small series of light movements on my left foreleg. I turned my head to look at what was causing it and my eyes widened in horror.
"SPIDER!" I roared.
I rolled back onto my haunches and started smacking myself with my other paw trying to kill the huge spider. It was one of those big, hairy wolf spiders that must have been frozen, but alive in the grass and when I slept on it, it must have warmed up enough to move. Of course it's going to move around on a warm surface and that meant my scales. I still freaked out about it; it was spider crawling on me. Two quick smacks and it was squished. It was very tiny compared to me, but I could see it and feel it on me, that mean