GrimmIchi: In the RainIchigo was not in a good mood. He had woken up late because he had forgotten to set his alarm clock, gotten hit by one of his fathers morning kicks, came to late school, got yelled at by his teachers and then received detention for not handing in his homework (in his haste to get to school, he had forgotten to bring it). On top of that, it was now raining. Luckily, he had kept an umbrella in his locker in case it should ever rain and was now trudging down the rain soaked street back to his home under the protection of the umbrella.GrimmIchi: In the Rain6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The orange haired teen shivered, holding his jacket close, the biting cold of the wind going right through him. Things could not possibly get any worse than this.
When he passed the park near his home, he came to a stop. There was a shivering figure crouched under a tree. The person had unruly, teal hair. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, curious. Who on earth could be out here in the rain? Could it be?
epitaphin the endepitaph8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i'm almost gone
and all i've left
is a red lamp
and a ragged song
to pave my way
into the thunderstorm
let every raindrop murmur
i loved you and lost
nothing but emptiness
and the company
ComforterComforter5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
(the triple lunes that
It is not enough to writeIt is not enough to put the words on pageIt is not enough to write4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or to align them like cocaine lines
in neat rows of cornstalk paragraphs
fertile enough to bear reviews.
No. One must bleed each period,
each dot-dot-dot like morse code mythology
the Gallic cry at the end of the telegraph age.
It must become an ocean in you, these voices
swelling to tidal highs, and quiet - never.
You the new folkteller, urban prophet
who can call to battle anyone with eyes.
Ooze it like sap spilling down the bark.
It is not enough to write.
One must expire with each keystroke,
endlessly. It must come from the bowels.
Purge it as infection leaking out of skin;
lance yourself. Choke back tears.
If there is no labor pain,
the words were never born.
This is a death business.
We bleed ourselves onto paper and
slice our brains into vellum sheet
and repeat, repeat, repeat.
Pure person petrichor
deep inside the ink.
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.How I Measure Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in
Zen or EnlightementMy heart is gone...Zen or Enlightement6 years ago in Open More Like This
My hands are bare...
My body shivers in the wind...
My legs are numb...
But nothing hurts!
My eyes are tired...
There's too much light!
I close them and I hide.
My body falls into an abyss
Which is above,
And higher than the sky.
I cease to breathe.
No sign of life...
But I do live!
I am divine
UntarnishedHe thought he was funny.Untarnished9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"This is a frigging stupid class," he'd say to me. "It's stupider than…your mom."
And his voice would trail off and be lost in a sea of pages flipping and pencils scratching, because nobody cared about the kid spewing crap in the corner.
It was to his advantage that the seating chart had placed him in the back of the room. He liked to lay back, balance his chair precariously against the wall, then throw his feet up on the table. It was his thinking time, he explained, because of the two classes he was taking that semester, AP English was the one he could afford to slack off in. I never really understood the logic in this, but I gave a neutral nod. It was easier that way.
One day, however, I asked him what exactly ran through his mind during his "thinking time".
"I wonder about what's going to happen to me after I die," he replied. "Is there a heaven? Is there a hell? I doubt it, but somehow, being put in the ground in a box and having that be the end of
Macabre I : The EnemyThey want me to cut my hair,Macabre I : The Enemy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I love it the way it is.
They want me to hang my limbs,
But what if I no longer need them?
They want me to share my blood,
But why should I leave any stains?
They want me to give up my heart,
But wouldn't I go on without it?
They want me to shadow my soul,
What for? It's all in the darkness.
They want me to slash down the sky,
But without it space grows even faster.
They want me to throttle eternity,
But what if chimeras kidnapped them?
Emotional Rag DollEmotional Rag DollEmotional Rag Doll5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Confusion sinks its claws in me
And pulls me deep below the sea
Where waves press me to toss and turn
And empty lungs begin to burn
For ghostlike words that simply escape
And empty thoughts that won't take shape
But one glimpse at the mirrored sky
Seems to softy catch my eye
And brings this chaos to a freeze
While the surface seems to tease
With clarity that can't be caught
And elegance that can't be taught
So no longer will I look ahead
At everything I longingly dread
I'll glide among the restless tide
For the ocean of uncertainty is where I reside
SpoilLook at us being sad for the silliest reasons.Spoil5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When there are real disasters going on in the world, we are complaining for the tiniest stuff.
When there is hunger in the world, we are complaining about school food.
When people don't have any clothes to wear, we insult the non-brand clothes at the mall.
When there are homeless people around us, we complain that our houses are too small.
When animals on the street die, we are busy putting a diamond collar on our pet's neck.
When children don't have anything to play with, we are crying that mommy didn't let us buy our 100'th barbie doll.
When families are torn apart, we can't wait to sneak out with friends and get rid of our own parents.
When children around the world can't get any education, we make fun of our lessons and teachers.
Who are we?
WHAT are we?
We are spoiled brats.
We are spoiled brats that can't get enough of anything.
We are spoiled brats that don't see anything beside ourselves.
We don't hear the world crying out for our
StrayMy fatherStray2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the white, white room.
This place, which is not empty
which was my fig leaf, my raison
seems small as a crab shell.
Enough for his back,
his hideous grief.
Little else. It is unforgivable
to leave him so little
to leave him, that dark body
in that blinding room.
Stargazer Looks Past the StarsA Stargazer Looks Past the StarsStargazer Looks Past the Stars5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't want to fly if the sky is the limit
I don't want a star if it holds me in space
Dreams can't grasp these sweet ambition
And hearts can't hold this longing
Of intricate desires of escapades to nowhere
That map out the world at my feet
Of boundless peril that can't be envisioned
The kind of careless heroine that authors twist tales around
On the kind of journeys artist paint in gold
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
A Phantom Stained The Snow With Crimson BloodA Phantom Stained The Snow With Crimson Blood3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Bleach!!!
A phantom which stained the snow in crimson blood... If someone told you that, you would automatically think that it's a lie, before they even finished, right? For three certain people, it's just another riddle that they created to hide secrets from the world... those three are a riddle themselves. It's hard to explain! Find out for yourself but remember that once you find out... There are endless secrets and endless riddles which those three know and which you should have never found out about.
"Is everyone now in their groups of three?" The instructor asked whose name that I've already forgotten.
"Yes." Everyone replied, except three girls who were standing at the back. The girl on the furthest left had short, aquamarine (with bits of white) coloured hair, stopping just at the crook of her neck but her fringe stopped at her shoulders. Her eyes were sapphire blue with a little bit of black which somehow scared everyone enough, stopping them from
Mr. WomaniserDear Mr. WomaniserMr. Womaniser6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a sweet-tongued charmer, you are
Fetching women, here and there
Pursuing your futile female chasing game
To toy with your victims without a care
With what youre destroying in the process
You only care to satisfy your sexual appetite
As you steal away defenseless hearts
With that poisoning and deceitful smile
Youre always proving your love fraudulently
With fallacies of sweetly phrased lies
For your lips only speak of empty promises
And manipulative emotional bribes
Because you are nothing but a devil-virtuoso
Disguised in a mask of genuineness
And you show a face of selfless humility
When in reality, you are possessed
Of a self-centred and conceited narcissism
Misusing women to feed your undeserved vanity
Persevering in your ruthless perversion
You invade every womans moralities
And persuade them into your bed
Because your double-minded psyche
Is only clouded with thoughts of soulless sex
For testosterone governs your mentality
And you freely n
Stupid Girl pt. 2Stupid Girl pt. 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I got carried away.
Id gotten to the point where I just couldnt take it anymore. Its like he was taunting me. Pushing me. Begging me to do it. Youre too weak, honey. Youll never do that. Youre too scared. Youre worthless. No one cares about you. Youre just a toy. My toy. I use you when I want. I take what I want.
He was right. I was weak. Scared. Worthless. Just a stupid toy. For him to play with. And toss aside when he got bored. He was right. No one cared. I didnt even care anymore! I didnt even know how to care. About me. About what he was doing. About what he was turning me into. I was way past caring about him. He didnt care about me, so why should I care about him? I just pretend to care about him. Pretend to love him. Pretend hes the most amazing creature in the world. Deep down I know hes not. But I cant help it. Who else do I have to turn to? If I tell someone, hell
TCDN Ch. 15: The Devil in the DetailsIt was three in the morning when Jaran Kai knocked at the door of the Prower household, carrying with him a dreadful sense of anxiety. "He is awake..." The sentinel said to Tails, who had greeted him at the door tiredly. Immediately, the fox had scrambled to gather together the group, interrupting their sleep and summoning them to the parked Egg Carrier. Despite their immense fatigue, the heroes responded posthaste, arriving in the medical bay of the mighty airship within less than thirty minutes of the notice. Resting upon the same cot he had occupied for many weeks was the thin, graying Doctor Robotnik. Much to the surprise of Team Sonic, his eyes were wide open. More so, he was lucid enough to speak. Observing each member of the Freedom Fighters as they entered the room, the Eggman cracked a wry smile, his voice dry as he spoke.TCDN Ch. 15: The Devil in the Details8 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I never thought—it would be all of you—standing over me in my time of need..." The scientist chuckled, coughing on his words, "I could not
Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,Bookstore Religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
Nyannichuan Strikes Again -2-(Final Version)Nyannichuan Strikes Again -2-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Requested by: tehninjabunneh
(Chapter 2: Makeover)
When Ranma awoke the next morning it was to the glaring light of the sun as it was rising on the horizon. Blinking a few times it was then that he recognized his surroundings and saw the sunlight was actually reflecting off the pools of water that made up the Jusenkyo springs. He began to stir, but then he noticed the weight on his shoulder. The boy looked down and saw a head of red hair resting comfortably there. That was when the last thing he could remember came back to him: he and Akane were sitting under the stars, huddled close together.
He smiled and thought to himself, 'Hmm... we musta fell asleep.'
Ranma slowly reached his free hand up to wake her, when he felt something slide off his arm. He glanced down and saw he had a blanket wrapped around him, he also saw it was around Akane as well. He turned his head back towards the guide's house and saw the door was open just a little.