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The RipperPoor fool, please don't expect me to be niceThe Ripper4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The darkness is the perfect place to play
Whether I kill you with fire or ice
Your soul is mine, no matter what you say
With cuts and slices, I will bleed you dry
Mercy is unfamiliar to me
Please, humor me and let me see you cry
Ohhh, I would love to see you try to flee
With a knife in my hand and you pleading
And begging softly for your life at me feet
I know that I want to see you bleeding
I slash away wildly and repeat
With a satisfied smile, I can walk away
And The Ripper can slay another day
Star Crossed LoversHere I am a girlStar Crossed Lovers2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A girl of little years
One seen small of the world
Many drastic fears
There was a day
Where I believed
I could live without a care
Fall in love
With whoever was there
Instead, my only love
Came from my hate
At my dress up party
A love blossomed within our eyes
Something more beautiful
Than you could see
Romeo, Romeo he was my all
But never the less,
His name made us fall
But in my eyes he was the best
What fate hath brought
Us to our doom?
Maybe it was wrong of us to assume
It probably hath been far too soon
Romeo as fair as you are,
There is nothing I can do
I've tried every trick
I don't think I ca
Like a Stone8 months ago in Short Stories
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-Only Me- a short story-Only Me- a short story8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't just exist. But I can't live either. I was never meant to live in a world like this. I'm sure of that. Where is the reality I desperately seek? Where is the end of my dream? When I wake up, will I want to go back to sleep?
I don't think I was ever born. I don't remember anything but pain. The pain I cause others. The pain inside my mind. Like a headache that never fades. If I reach out for help I drag that helping hand into the shadows. Into unknown darkness and torment. Nightmares. &#
What is Love?What is Love?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love
It isn't the size of her breasts
Nor is it the way you dress
Love isn't your wealth
Or popularity
Love isn't the jerk
Love isn't sex
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is when you'll be there for him
Love is when you'll stay by his side
Love is when you'll spend eternity with him
Love is when you'll die for him
Love is to love
WildSwiftly on the wings of night,Wild11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
graceful as a bird in flight,
flowing mane beneath the moon so white,
stallions turning towards her neigh.
The Flip Side: Chapter 1The Flip SideThe Flip Side: Chapter 11 year ago in Sketches More Like This
A 2P Hetalia Story
1: Separation Anxiety
We were always on our own…the people, or excuse me, Nations that were supposed to raise us, really didn't do much. I angrily walked down the potholed infested streets and inhaled the scent of garbage, smog, and smoke. My red converse splashed in a puddle as the light drizzle threatening to ruin my otherwise semi-decent day. I felt the grip on my bat tighten as my mind wandered to a time when we really were alone…but we had each other. Always…until now. Now that we were separated by our boarders and governments, we didn't live together. He was on his own…I was on min
Starfighter Cain and AbelAramis grinned down at him, his unrestrained hair framing his smug face. Abel exhaled, releasing his irritation, and tried to sidestep the navigator. Aramis slid smoothly into place, doubling Abel's annoyance two-fold.Starfighter Cain and Abel10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tsk, tsk. No manners," Aramis chastised, his voice taking on a teasing lull.
"Move," Abel ordered, glaring at him. When Aramis made no such gesture, he sighed, swallowing back fury and attempting civilised conversation. "I'm not going to fight you, Aramis. If you want a fight, go pick one with a fighter."
He turned on his heel, but found his path blocked by Porthos. His white hair gleamed along the ridge of his skull as he
One Last Message8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
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TomorrowTomorrow8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tomorrow
It's so complex
In the minds of society
But once asked
An answer falls instantly
I would have never guessed
I felt that way about you
But now that I look at our past
My next words are true
I would miss you, beyond anything
I undoubtedly would become so broken
I would fall into sorrow and confusion
I never want that to happen
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Every human goes through it though
We're given a life
But in the end we have to let it go
When it's our time
But I never want you to leave
I need you to stay
Who else would be there for me?
When I'm having the worst day
My tears fill up these thoughts
Glistening in my eyes
That simple qu
Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will l
The Book of Glass || Death of the ProphetThe Book of Glass || Death of the Prophet7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a dream she had encountered a ruined young leopard, half skinned and perched upon red crags. In it's gaze she can see his face: she peers farther, reading the book of it's body. Go home, it told her, to the floating material of her dream self. The Burning One shuffles his body like a deck of cards. Perhaps he will shed his skin soon. Perhaps, purred the leopard with her mouth and his.
And so the huntress had gone, leaving the slopes of the northern territory and down midland forests. She felt emptied of her home and of her mentor, of his beringed fingers and tyrant eyes. She still had far to go and so she found herself wandering throu
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you
I found out that hope can be so wounding
Now I know what love can do
As the pieces of my heart are still falling
You made me fade in-and-out of heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And you're right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into the same old hell with this vulnerability
The feeling is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you so much
A never ending stalemate, the sorrow is infinite
Stay Stay Stay
Don't go, don't leave
Pray Pray Pray
Don't let go of me
....Please
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But you left me for the last time
I
Green EyesI was living in a fantasyGreen Eyes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You were my miracle
When I saw those green eyes
I didn't know that you'd be my girl
You tried to approach, but I shot you down
You should've known I was from the wrong side of town
But you melted my heart in lantern light
And no longer did I want to fight
I saved your life, and you saved mine
And I've never ever since seen eyes so fine.
Fallen Angel4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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America x Reader: Nine-Eleven, TwoAmerica x Reader: Nine-Eleven, Two8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sequel to Nine-Eleven because so many of you requested it!
I warn you now though, it might not be what you expect. I apologize in advance.
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How ironic that you would set out to work at exactly nine-eleven in the morning on America's gloomiest day in history. How odd that a man unknown to you would pass by you as you walked through the street. Wasn't it a little weird that you had to take a detour because city workers were fixing the route you usually took?
At first, you thought, no, it's a perfectly normal day in (favorite/closest metropolis). Yep, just a normal day in the life of _________
Drunken Stripping GermanyXReaderDrunken Stripping GermanyXReader11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ludwig...are you alright?" You asked your German friend/neighbor as he took off his jacket and threw it to god-knows-where. He chugged another glass of beer and threw the glass into the sink.
"I'm perfectly fine, [Y/N]." He answered with a slight smirk. This was unlike him. You knew he had a...perverted and sexy side to him but, was he a stripping kind of drunk? Some of your other friends were crying drunks, verbally abusive drunks, or even truthful drunks but it seemed that Ludwig er- Germany was the stripping kind.
"Should I be happy or scared?" You thought as you watched the country take another glass of beer out of his refrigerator. He
The Piano Facade7 months ago in Short Stories
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Ciel is SuperiorCiel is Superior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was blue and the air smelled of cherry blossoms and fresh muffins.
On the Trancy Mansion terrice, Ciel and Alois sip tea and glare at eachother.
"Ciel, I will make you mine," Alois says, grinning.
"That's what Claude said last night..." Ciel whispers.
"OH YEAH!!" Alois says inteligently. "Well, I have pet spiders!"
"So? I have a dog." Ciel answers unconcerned. "who wants Creepy spiders anyway."
"NO YOU DON'T!!"
"No, i don't but i have Lizzy and that's close enough..."
"Well, at least i don't wear an eye patch!"
" Well at least I don't have 'rusty sewer eyes' that excite old men..." Ciel grinned.
Alois blushes deaply. "Well,
Red Moon IIIRed Moon III1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in darkness, I don't quite know what has always captivated me. Perhaps it's something I was reborn from or something I brag on having risen from. I know I love the feel of it surrounding me, the thrill of a scare of never truly knowing what encompasses my entire being. My soul.
My soul, he says its pure, 'holy' almost. Such high praise to receive, such a disgrace coming from a demon but as if any of that matters anymore. That damned piece of me has haunted me as my only bargaining tool my only true value. I know this, he doesn't need to pretend any longer, I am a demon and I understand. I was human once, I had been ready to die on
The Demon's Kiss"So will it hurt?" Ciel inquired. He was getting somewhat anxious. He wasn't afraid of death, he was prepared for that moment once his revenge was finished. He finally felt complete, knowing he accomplished his mission. However, the waiting was what caused him uneasiness.The Demon's Kiss1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It will a bit, I'm sorry. I will endeavor to be gentle, though" Sebastian responded caringly. A youngster wasn't supposed to experiment such a harsh life like Ciel had had, and yet with such a tragic ending.
And not only that, but he had grew fond of the boy, though he would never admit it. Losing him would be such a shame...
But that wouldn't stop him to eat his soul. B
Red Moon Part IIRed Moon Part II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Red Moon
Three Part One Shot
PART TWO
All my life I've been surrounded by the impossible. My parents were murdered, my home burned and I was taken from any hope of regaining my life back. But in that darkness, being on that cold pedestal of 'glory' as they called it, I cried for a way out. Any way out, any thread to clutch and climb. That thread, was my butler, my demon, Sebastian Michaelis.
I can remember the day perfectly, too well if you ask me. The cold smell of the dank ritual room can filter through my nose at any time, the dried blood permanently scared into the stone table, the screams of the deceased engraved in each left mark f
Red MoonRed Moon1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Red Moon
Three Part One Shot
PART ONE
Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.
"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"
I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little l
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