christmasBaubles are redchristmas4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Presents are blue
but given the chance
I'd give them all up
but only for you
The Assassin PoemThe AssassinThe Assassin Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tap of a boot, the swish of a cloak,
the glimpse of a shadow, assassin's revoke,
these are the traits of a murderer's incidence,
but his being here is no coincidence.
He slithers and sneaks like a snake-in-the-grass,
he comes out from hiding, but only to pass
swiftly over the guard that watches below
they never look up, so how could they know
an intruder had just gotten past their defense
and that their dark hour shall come to commence.
Scaling the wall like a spider on thread,
The assassin thinks, "They'll all soon be dead.
All it will take for me to win this fight,
is one small blade and a scream in the night.
Bad QualitiesBad Qualities2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When people look at me
What do they think
"That girl is so crazy and wierd"
"She's so ugly. She'll never get a boyfriend"
"I don't like her. She's so annoying"
"She thinks she's so cool and smart"
"No one likes her. She's mean"
I don't think they know that I know that.
And telling me
Or saying it behind my back
Won't change me
I may be wierd
But that makes me unique
And I'm proud of it
Oh, what am I kidding
Do you realize
I may think I'm smart
But you're stupid
I may be crazy and wierd
But it makes you boring
I may be annoying
But you're worse than me
So nothingI'm there whisperingSo nothing2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't remember
The words, what I said
Away from this world
So harsh and so..
In The StormIn The Storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back and forth
Talking to me
Trying to turn me against the other
I'm in the middle
Being referred to
I am expected to answer
I'm caught in the storm
I'm being pelted by both sides
Does it matter
Which side I choose?
But I want to
I want to turn against the obvious villain
I want to scream at him
Tell him he's a manipulative, sexist beast
I want to choose her side.
But choosing would only let it sink in
That it's going to happen
That it is happening
That I can't stop it
But I can keep in on hold
By staying indifferent
A Transformer's ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas and all throughout CybertronA Transformer's Christmas5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing was running or humming, not even hungry Sharkicons
Each little Autobot and Decepticon buffed all their nicks
Oiled their hinges and shut off their optics
Everyone had stopped the fighting to recharge for the next day
In hopes they will feel great for the next vicious, barbaric fray
Even the leader of the factions, both Megatron and Prime
Thought they needed the rest and went off-line
It was a cold, cold night on that robotic planet in space
And nobody was moving any bouts of the place
Except for one robot, a very excited guy
Who worked hard all year, this is
UnconditionalI caress your bodyUnconditional1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our lips touch
And a fire ignites
You are my lover,
I burn you away with my grief
Affectionate for you all the while.
I cling to you, degenerate boyfriend
The "bad boy on the block", knowing that someday, you will betray me.
You are my most intimate friend,
For I share all that I am with you
My regrets, my fear, everything I am is shared in an unbreakable bond for you.
But everything must perish and you are no exception.
I used you to the end, and to this day I still think fondly of the times we had.
I only wish there were people in the world l
SmokeShe contortsSmoke1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
gracefully, she moves away from my lips
like the distant memory of a forgotten lover
twirling in her regret,
she is beautiful-
she forgets her place and simply,
ceases to exist.
Shooting starsTrampoline tip-toesShooting stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We danced the moon's rhythm
Swaying back and fourth,
Bed of clovers we watched the galaxy
The Milky way, our eyes reflection.
Shooting stars, we wished for eternity in eachothers arms
We rolled on the tarp, entwined bodies of the female form
Between us, we were in love.
Between us, we had everything.
nothing between us as we lay, skin on skin
The sky danced above us,
And the moon gasped as I stole you that night
shiny white wonder,
the only witness to our secret-
Call me KindnessVile leperCall me Kindness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You infect me with
Promises of friendship,
Call me Kindness,
But I must politely decline.
You bring sea's crashing down,
You say it's for love,
But the sea roars in bitter disdain
And you claim you know why the world spins,
Why the flowers grow
And the tides turn,
But who was your mentor?
You are oblivious to the fact that you must learn
To be learnt.
Taught to be teacher,
You must grow, to be fully grown.
You claim to be elder, but regardless of birth right,
There you stand.
Caught between mature adult
and fetus tendancies.
And I stand between those.
Not yet able to think of myself as "aged",
But knowing in
LoveLove.Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word
That has so much meaning.
We all have it
Even if we can't see it.
And we all give it to others.
So don't think you're unloved.
I can guarantee that's not true.
Someone out there loves you.
Even when you're all alone
Even in the darkest days.
Someone loves you.
When everything goes downhill
When darkness is all you see.
Someone loves you.
Someone always loves you
I love you.
Lourdes of Loki - part 2 - The ClinicLourdes of Loki - part 2 - The Clinic1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My best friend Gaetania Sendari has a way with numbers. Especially those numbers which are related to sweet money. So I was soon hauling this smart, Italian lady on board, offering her partnership in my little business (which she of course gladly accepted) letting her to be the accountant and to make all the wheeling's and dealings when it came to starting up the clinic. Gaetania's connections with the mob (Her father Enrico is one of the most internationally powerful Don's) helped me to acquire a few other things I was needing as well, like a fake ID, making me 38 instead of 18 and forged diplomas from various medical universities
The Rose and ThornYou're like the blooming rose everyone wishes to hold.The Rose and Thorn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must be the thorn that nobody dares to touch.
Can a rose and thorn make perfect harmony?
This small little thistle wishes to turn beautiful.
Maybe the perfect flower will help shine a path to love.
I shy away, yet you embrace my heart and soul.
The beautiful rose dared to touch a thorn.
And the thorn and rose became a beautiful pairing.
Patient Number Forty-TwoA lonely flat in EdinburgPatient Number Forty-Two1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was infested with roaches and magic
You may know the boy, but you do not know me.
You know the magic, but never the mind.
You my reader, have never imagined
The dementors that haunt my past
My days are bathed in a summer glow, for now.
But nights are still clothed in green
And those faceless spirits siphon off my soul.
(But that's okay.)
You may love me for creating your friends,
But how do you not hate the spell?
Avada Kedavra took his parents, your mentor,
And even the greasy, sour man you loved to hate.
(I fooled you, didn't I?)
It was a knife slicing through the icy air
Chains of Gold Chapter 2Chapter Two “The Way Things Are”Chains of Gold Chapter 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Asher was at a loss for words as the long moments passed her by. The humming of the strange technology far from reach slipped under the voices of the Chains carrying on, business as usual. Conversation was all they honestly had, even people who you might guess would hate each other had to learn to adapt to those around them in their boundaries. Asher had the children but no longer, perhaps she could see them when they too became old enough to be set in this age-old custom but not now, she was all alone.
She took a look to her right and could see that her own Chain was set aside a young woman ar
Shadowsecrets 13Shadowsecrets 13Shadowsecrets 135 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A what?"both ZoŽ and I asked. "A Reaper."Dean repeated. "The sidekicks of Death."he went further. "Normally they're just spirits but I've heard stories about humans who are Reapers too. They take and give life. They're dangerous. I'm sorry but I have to kill her.". "Ow, no you don't!"I told him and took a stand in front of ZoŽ to protect her. "I'm not letting you kill my best friend! Besides, do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of these wooden floors? Sam, back me up here!".
"You can't shoot her."Sam told his brother. "Since when do you give a crap about bloodstaines on wooden floors?"Dean asked
Cuatra Espada : Khnum-KhufuCuatra EspadaCuatra Espada : Khnum-Khufu5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Alias: Pharaoh Khufu, Cheops
Age: 4500 years old, seems like he's in his 50's
Former Classification: Adjuchas Hollow
Number: Cuatra Espada
Khnum-Khufu was once an ancient pharaoh of egypt. This is clearly shown in his appearance, as he has an dark olive skin color. He is of average height and has a rather slim built. He has black eyes and raven black hair that is kept straight, resembling the stereotypical egyptian coup. He also sports a goatee.
As he is an arrancar, Khnum-Khufu has both a hollow hole and a hollow mask. The mask resembles an band around his head, it s
Let Me Out! Chapter 1Let Me Out!Let Me Out! Chapter 15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An original story by Claire Duffy (LadyReilly)
Chapter 1 - Waking Up...
Damien opened his eyes slowly, his head pounding and vision slightly blurred. It cleared and he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He sat up slowly and looked around. The room was dark, had little furniture apart from a large wardrobe; a lamp; and a couple of couches, and was in desperate need of refurbishment. The walls were showing extensive signs of water damage, as was the ceiling. The floor had been stripped of whatever lining had previously been there, presumably carpet, leaving just cold, hard concrete.
There was a huge window on the wa
WriteWhat if one moment you decideWrite5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To write your thoughts from time to time
And as on paper they collide
They make more sense, they even rhyme.
You write about the years that passed,
about the people you have met.
You write about how time goes by so fast
about how it still won't allow you to forget.
You write about your joy, about your sorrow,
about your every single breath's detail
You write about the smile you want to borrow,
about the smile you try to fake, and fail.
You write about the dreams that you once had,
about how life turned out and how you live now.
You write about the things that make you sad,
about the change you
scarsthese scars of mine will always hant me.scars5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
keeping me in the past.
changing my every move.
they will torcher me though out my days.
painfull reminders of what i have done wrong.
reminding me of my sarrow.
they are the little things that make up me.
make me who i am.
form me into a better person.
these scars may punish me.
but they revive my sole as well.
healing me from pain and dispare.
Decisions, decisionsI told him I wouldn’t see him againDecisions, decisions5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe he’ll let me be.
I told him I wouldn’t run from him
As long as he doesn’t chase me.
I told him my heart wasn’t his to take
But I’ll forgive him if he gives it back.
I told him I didn’t want to love him
That the act of caring was bad.
He told me he was sorry
And that he’d never do it again
He told me he’d always love me
As he repeated every word he said.
He told me he wouldn’t hurt me
As he twists the knife in my gut
He told me it was an accident
That it wasn’t his intention to rut.
I told him I didn’t care.
I told him it was all
I'm SorryIf you don't hear from me anymoreI'm Sorry5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I won't be gone long, but don't look for me
I told her the truth
She didn't awknowledge it
I am so, so sorry.
after allbesides, she thinks,after all5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin is a Saturday morning, her words are a fresh snowfall
and gently into place is the crevices of her neck, her collar bones, the goosebumps on her breasts
she's not sorry
she's not sorry, boy, for ripping your heart out, for drawing blood from your lips when she kissed you
it's her birthday, after all
that she's not adorned in pink satin
waiting to go out with friends and laugh
but is, instead, lying here
on the ground
next to him
the laughter bubbles, after all, bouncing off the walls of the club and they drown it all out with stupid music
you can almost hear the beat she's missing
in her chest