PatienceSo, I'm supposed to wait, am I?Patience7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But who for?
Am I waiting until I'm ready,
Or until you are?
I often think I'm waiting for a sign,
A sure sign that there's something there,
That I'm not imagining it,
Or seeing something that isn't real.
Then sometimes, I get a sign,
And it has me puzzling for days,
Wondering whether it means one thing,
And then I stop,
And wait again,
Hoping the next sign is clearer,
And tells me what I want to hear.
what do I want to hear?
That what I feel is okay,
That you feel it too?
And even if I was sure,
Would I be able to tell you,
that I feel this way,
That I love you too?
I doubt it,
so you know what?
I'll do what I've always done,
And what I'll always do.
I'll just wait.
HabitsIts in the way she smiles,Habits4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in the way she sighs,
The way her hair has gentle curls,
The colour of her eyes.
How she's clumsy like a puppy,
Yet stronger than she looks,
And sometimes when she feels the need,
She really likes to cook.
Its in the way she walks,
And how she likes to cuddle,
Its in the way she's so damn smart,
She leaves me in a muddle.
Its how she's soft and oh so warm,
And sweeter than she knows,
Its in the way she acts all cute,
And how her accent flows.
Its all these things and more,
That put me in a whirl,
That make me give a smile and think,
Damn, I love this girl.
MinutesI'm thinking about your lips,Minutes5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How they'll feel when I kiss them,
Warm, soft, sweet,
Slightly dampened by your tongue just seconds earlier.
I'm thinking about the noises we'll make,
Snuggled under the covers,
The quiet smack of our mouths as they move together,
The light whimpers as we tease and touch.
I'm thinking about waking up in your arms,
Feeling the beat of your heart against my ear,
Hearing your shallow breaths of slumber,
Inhaling the intoxicating scent of sleep on your skin.
Sixty seconds a minute,
Sixty minutes an hour,
Twenty-four hours a day,
I'm thinking of you.
JunkJunkJunk8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing, rise your voice
Until your lungs are empty
And your heart in silence.
Feel it again.
Feel the ring burn your soul.
The ring which sucks all your power,
Heading straight to the end.
I'll help you to leave your suffering
Though I'm not a Death God,
Neither and Angel. I'm only... a Doll.
I just want to help you.
I feel pity of you... I'm sorry.
Sorry your not dead, let me help you to live again.
You shall learn that our link is
I can feel your pain on every inch
Of my Porcelain Body.
Please, stop saying you're Junk.
You're more precious than you think you are.
To me, you're too good for Junk.
So sing, darling, sing!
I love your hurt voice; high and low!
Your sad smile, fading.
Your hollow eyes...
Feel, darling, feel it!
Feel it until you dont't feel anymore.
And rest, at last.
Rest with me, in Peace.
Lets Fly. Fly with me.
Feel free to sing here.
Sing high and low, scream on top of your lungs
That you've never been happier than you are now.
Enjoy it, ple
Midori A. Catesby ProfileMidori A. Catesby Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
OC PROFILE TEMPLATE
FMA series: FMA Brotherhood
Name: Midori Anne Catesby
Blood Type: AB positive
Ethnicity: 25% Endenese 75% Amestrian
Xingese Zodiac: Ox
D.O.B: June 1, 1889
Place of Birth: Central City, Amestris
Current Residence: Central City
Central City: Ages 0 11
Xiam Su, Xing: Age 11 - 17
Central City: Ages 17 25
Ishval: Ages 25 28
Central City: 4 months
Reisei, Enden: 28 29 (6 months)
Central City: 29- (Does small trips to Ishval for a couple of years, then stays in Central City permanently)
Occupation: Sergeant Major
She studies till the age of 11. She's ho
APH One-Shot: Mexican CuriousENTREVISTANDO A MÉXICOAPH One-Shot: Mexican Curious5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
E: Díganos, según usted, ¿porque el mexicano es "malinchista"?
M: Mire, no es que el mexicano sea malinchista, es solo que nuestra moneda está decayendo y hasta los yenes son muy bienvenidos.
E: ¿Qué opina acerca de la gran pobreza en el país?
M: A chingados, ¡pues que dejen de tener hijos y punto! Si no tienen nada pa' tragar y aparte andan reproduciéndose como conejos, ¡por eso tenemos tantos índices de pobreza!
E: ¿Y sobre las hambrunas?
M: Como diría mi Abuelo Azteca; solo matándolos se les quita el hambre
E: hum... ¿Y acerca de las inconformidades sobre el gobierno bimbonista?
M: Hombre, es que mira, cuando ganaba el RIP nadie estaba conforme -y yo tampoco la verdad- y luego cuando comenzó al fin a haber verdadera democracia, ganando la oposición, ¡tampoco están conformes! Estos no se quedan satisfechos con nada joder.
E: OK... ¿y sobre lo que dicen de la
OneShot: La Leccion de RomanoFandom: Axis Powers HetaliaOneShot: La Leccion de Romano5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Personajes: México | Italia del Sur | Alemania
Escrito por: mara-the-raccoon
La Lección de Romano
Era un día soleado en la casa de México, Italia del Sur (Romano) no entendía muy bien para que lo había citado a su casa.
- es extraño que me invite a pasar un rato a su casa... - piensa Romano, el hermano mayor de Italia del Norte - se le veía muy molesto conmigo desde que comenté que sus mujeres tenían mucho bigote...
En ese preciso instante llegó México a recibirlo con una gran sonrisa
-¡Romano! Qué bueno que viniste, espero no hayas tenido inconvenientes en el viaje...
-¡Ah! México, no, no tuve problemas gracias, pero dime, ¿a que me invitaste? - preguntó Romano algo preocupado, tenía un mal presentimiento
-Bueno, a mi no me gusta el pleito, así que decidí invitarte a mi casa compadre, para olvidar lo sucedido ¿sale vale? - M&
TwoAsking, wondering, questioning . . .Two5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Stranger looks at me and asks how many. I respond "Just me."
End of conversation
Later, I sit at a table riddled with internal family members, as opposed to sitting at a table alone amongst a sea of tables and strangers. I should want to spend the holidays with the first not the second. They look at me and ask how many. I respond "Just one."
The internal family members are confused, angry, misunderstand, the question comes up several times again. I always answer the same way, not bothering to explain because although I'd love to argue with strangers I can't feel the same way about fighting with family, internal or not.
There are placating statements of support, patronizing comments of understanding, questions, questions, questions . . .
They look at me and ask how many. I respond "JUST ONE."
They ask "Then why bother with both?"
I can't find it in myself to answer.
Growing PainsGrowing Pains4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No!" yelled a baby as he crawled away from Sanji.
Sanji sighed and picked him up.
The baby began a tantrum and started yelling.
Sanji sighed and walked into the kitchen.
This whole story begins about a month earlier.~~~~
The Straw Hat crew was engaged in another fight with marines. They were all locked out in battle when a rather large Marine captain set his eyes on a green haired swordsman. The Captain ran up to Zoro and grabbed his face. He held Zoro up by his head and smiled.
"You'll no longer be a problem." said The captain as his hand released a large, blinding light. Zoro's scream filled the air in the battle field.
"ZORO!" yelled The crew as they ran to him.
"Marines! Fall out! They won't bother us again for a long while!" yelled the captain as he ran back to his ship.
Soon the Marines were gone and the crew was searching for Zoro.
"OI! ZORO!" yelled Luffy as he walked around.
"ahh!" whined an unfamiliar voice.
Luffy followed it until he came across Zoro's clothes
Spilt MilkOh, foolish bowl,Spilt Milk5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One busy night,
Fell in love with the milk,
Cold, and sweet.
She filled up every part of you-
The cracks you liked, and those you didn't.
She made you feel you were the only one,
One key to fit one lock.
Be glad, by morning she'd dried and gone,
See, we were using you.
She filled me just as full, and then,
She went and left me too.
A vixen who takes every mold,
As though they were her true.
Without us she knows not what she is,
Not the shape of her own face.
And if you'd broken? If you'd tried,
To let her set herself?
She'd have left, have run away,
And you'd be weeping your bright paint.
She never wanted to own herself,
She wanted to be somebody else.
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
SeaJayI wrote this for my girlfriend SeaJay.SeaJay5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart beats a million times a minute when I'm near you.
I think about you 24/7, and I can't help but to smile like a lovestruck fool when I do.
You understand how to treat a girl, and you know what it's like to get your heart shattered, but still try to live your life to the fullest.
Are you the angel that I begged God to send?
Are you the girl I've waited for all this time?
I can't think of any other words that describe how I feel about you except for those three little words.
I don't know what's happening to me or why I feel like this.
But I do know one thing: I love you girl.
Do you love me too?
Just For A MomentShe gazes across the roomJust For A Moment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up and down
With bedroom eyes
All over her face
She swooned her easily
Took her by the hand
And lead her back
Into her room
She laid her down
Oh so gently on her bed
Made her dance
Made her swim
Made her feel
Like no man could
Sent her on highest highs
Yelling in ecstasy
All music to her ears
As she clung to her tight
Whispers of love
And a never-ending night
But she had to release her
She had no choice
For the little one had to return
To the arms of her man
She knew from the start
it was a one night stand
Nothing less nothing more
She had set her hopes too high
None-the-less she was happy
She got what she had wanted
The girl she loved so was hers
Even for just a moment
So she fell asleep fulfilled
Clutching her pillow
And pretending once more
Just for a moment
Almost LoverYour fingertips across my skinAlmost Lover5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We never actually touched
But I felt you love whenever we talked
The palm tress swaying in the wind
"We can live in a house by the beach right by the ocean and palm trees!" I had told you.
You responded so happily with, "I'd love that! I've always wanted to live by the beach. It would be so perfect!"
I smiled and responded, "I know."
You sang me Spanish lullabies
"Te amo me Kari~"
No other words had ever made me smile so wide until that day. When you so proudly, openly, and beautifully called me yours.
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Your stunning deep brown eyes always seemed to hold a bittersweet spark
I'm sure you saw it in my eyes as well.
You swore you would never let yourself forget these images.
"We'll always be together, I promise! I love you so much Kari! More than anything!"
I thought this would last forever and you would keep your promises
I guess I was wrong
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
SuigintouI'm not an angelSuigintou7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just a doll
A piece of perfect
With nowhere better to fall
I can't love you
Until I've used you
And fixed my wings
(and other things)
No one else means anything
But you do
So keep singing
Till I save you
The beauty of others
Means nothing to me
The freedom of others
Makes me less free
Distractions amuse me
Memories abuse me
Then I find my way back to you
(I always do)
No one else has anything
That I need
So I'll stay
Till you're freed
I wish I could
Sleep next to you
If only because
You want me to
My piece of a heart
Is not enough
For such a simple thing
Don't close your eyes
You're not alone
Don't close your window
I'm coming home
because i love you.baby cries out,because i love you.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
middle of the night,
i was sleeping,
but i go to her.
hold my baby,
sway her softly,
sing to her sweetly,
whisper a lullaby.
"i will dry your tears,
will squash your fears,
because i love you.
so open your ears,
and i'll sing this for years,
because i love you.
time may pass by,
but you never have to cry,
because you're my baby.
someday i will die,
but it's not goodbye,
because you're my baby.
for now listen to me,
i'll set your mind free,
because you are mine.
better than a cup of tea,
i will sway you like the sea,
because you are mine.
i sing this for you,
every word ringing true,
because i am yours.
and when this is through,
it will be just us two,
because i am yours."
my baby sleeps,
i hold her close,
because i love her.
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Vida Confusa... Capitulo 1...Capítulo 1.Vida Confusa... Capitulo 1...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Julian - ¡¿Cómo pudiste Lucien?! Ella es mi hija.
Lucien - Lo lo siento Julian por favor, perdóname No fue mi intención
Julian - No esto nunca te lo perdonaré Yo te mataré.
-Después de que Julian dijo eso, le empezó a pegar a su hermano Lucien pero alguien fue a defenderlo -
Cloe - ¡Déjalo padre! No le pegues a mi tío.
Julian - Cloe, vete a tu cuarto ahora mismo
Cloe - NO, yo yo ¡amo al tío Lucien!
Recuerdo muy bien esa pelea y como me cambió la vida. También me acuerdo como me contaron su vida mi padre y mi tío Lucien, hay muchas cosas que no me dijeron y son unas grandes preguntas
Empezaré con mi padre.
Julian Stevenson, él que me ha enseñado tantas cosas, un hombre con pelo castaño y ojos de color verde muy claro, amable, muy lindo y amoroso, además estaba casado, con mi madre, Mari.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Tulio x Miguel HintsReasons List - Miguel x TulioTulio x Miguel Hints6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Miguel and Tulio are the two main characters from the Dreamworks production The Road to Eldorado. A children's film about two best friends seaking wealth and adventure, find the lost city of gold. The film is brilliant because the characters are very unique, compared to the cliché heroes you see in other movies.
So to prove my point, please read this ->
1. He loves all of Tulios ideas, both good or bad (mostly bad )
2. Miguel has Tulio wrapped around his little finger, knowing exactly what to do or say to get Tulio to do what he wants.
3. Tulio made Miguels rich
4. Miguel can always trusts Tulio to come up with a plan on the spot to get them out of trouble.
5. Miguel became jealous seeing Tulio making out with Chel when they both promised that she was off limits, so not to affect their friendship.
6. Miguel was hurt hearing Tulio suggesting they (he and Chel) forget about him. He was deeply hurt b