Forgive meI am sorry I hurt you really badForgive me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am sorry for making you sad
I regret knowing always
I knew we would have this kind of days
I tried to forget but it seems to me
that I cannot describe how much you mean to me
You will never forget me because I hurt you
I will never forget you because I love you
All of the mess that I made makes me feel sick
I really do not know why I was such a dick
I tried to apologize but It was too late
I guess that was just our fate
I am sorry for hurting you so much
I hope you don't leave me, and stay in touch
I know you probably won't forgive me but still
I love you, and I always will
You are important and I need you in my life
Although, I cut your heart with my knife
Even a knife wouldn't describe
How much my words hurt
I don't know If you will forgive me or not
But I want you to know that I love you, A lot.
So AloneTis the season of the gray,So Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More boreal than wintertide,
While fireplaces can warm my palms,
Can their embers thaw my soul?
Can they bring back a blithe memory?
Or a recollection of a long lost heyday,
Solicitously saved, oh so cautiously cached,
So I may call upon it on at a pluvial time,
And as I concede to this immedicable disease,
It is curious, to be cheered by one's own enemies,
The jarring repercussion of this heinous malady,
Make my rivals too afflicted to make me bleed,
Make me a shadow, a phantasm, a sprite,
Oh make me an onyx blot in the umbral night,
Let me be torn from the binding pages of history,
And forgotten by the wrinkled brow of time,
For a life without companions, consorts and crones,
Is but death, deprived of its placidity,
It is a laggard descent, I am going insane,
When I long for love just as I long for pain,
But I endure the lack of desire and despair,
And continue with my poverty of amour and zeal,
Whilst my frenzied heart beats,
But I, try as I may, cannot f
PsychosisWhat is this fit of so Delphian a kind?Psychosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bleeding conscience of a broken mind,
A reprieve of sorts, I'd kill to find,
But what is artistry to the blind?
Where are those places I used to haunt?
Where is my dream, my nightly jaunt?
Where is my pride, that sin I'd flaunt?
Why does it all tip at grim and daunt?
The abrasion of ardor, seemeth not wrong?
For it takes from a man, his tale, his song,
As the masses all romp to normalcy's gong,
Sans life, sans death, yet exist for so long.
This urge, this impetus to reverse the scales,
This belief in fiction when all else fails,
This inferno that burns up Satan's entrails,
This carnage of ration, white tie and tails.
Tell me my dear, do you want to go away to a place,
Where chaos and entropy rule over order and grace?
Where laughter and tears ceaseth for nights and days,
Where we elope our fears and so not a soul prays.
I cannot bear the tumult of pleasure and pain,
To follow my heart or subsist by thy brain,
I depart on this sojou
Cold Fingers Traced Small CirclesWar drove men to this. I had never planned to spend Christmas 1944 here. But here I was.Cold Fingers Traced Small Circles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was biting into me, its invisible teeth seeping into my skin and stealing any warmth I desperately clung to. The warmth of the American summer was a bittersweet memory as the cold surrounded me, trapped me, and slowly began to suffocate me. Its disturbed fingers ran across my face, caressing me, drawing me closer with the promise of a gentle release, but at the cost of a terrifying, unyielding death. It mocked me. The wind seemed to join in with the ridicule, swirling around and around as I struggled to keep moving through the trees, mist and snow.
I was truly and hopelessly lost.
'Hey! Hey, over there!'
I shot around, my nose numb and rifle raised.
'Whoa there, Private! We're friendlies!'
I watched two men walking towards me. They wore the uniform of the 101st airborne division, the shape of their helmets and glint of their M1 Carbine rifles showing me all I needed to know. They were on my side
A Soldier's LoveThey told her to refuse. To never give in. Nothing good can come of him. From him. All she'll receive is pain and anguish and suffering. Her joy would only be momentary. It wouldn't last long.A Soldier's Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing good would come marrying a soldier.
But how? How could she? She knew what she felt. Even now.
An eternal vow.
And as she stood upon his grave, the words, those blade-sharp words echoed through her mind. It came with the emptiness. And along them, the memories as well. Both happy and sad.
Unwillingly, almost automatically, she thought back to the beginning of their love. His persistence to win her over, to claim her as his own. How others would penetrate her mind about promises of death, of pain and of being left alone.
She remembered her confusion amidst her joy of his company. How she fought with her own happiness and responsibilities. And how others meddled in the crossfire. She traveled back to the sleepless nights filled only of thoughts of him. The times she felt wrong and
The Suicide DreamThere's blood on the floor,The Suicide Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold hand still leaning on the closed door,
The echo of a painful shout still overcome,
Imprinted in the empty sight,
The image of a purpose that was too soon gone.
Tangled bloody hair,
Of a person that decided no more can bear,
Tears like crystals still resting on the dead face,
The soundtrack of a film,
The scream of lost innocence,
On a black and white screen.
Suppressed words that cleaved a heart,
Broken promises and lies,
One more soul tore apart,
A person drown in useless cries,
Bloody, bruised wrist,
The result of the decision - no more can go on like this.
A peaceful grin,
Of a person that in the ocean of despair couldn't anymore swim,
Is frozen and distorted,
A blade, a stain of blood,
Life away has faded.
Like in a dream,
I see the bruised, dead face,
I hear a scream,
On the floor I see a bloody trace,
Snippets of a jumble film.
Another person broke down,
Took away by the whirling waves of the suicide dream,
Another person decided this world is m
BenjaminI don't know why you were taken awayBenjamin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were so innocent
Waiting patiently in darkness
You never committed any sins
"God, give me a brother!"
I pleaded before bed
Every night until my wish
Was half-heartedly granted
A pang in my chest pairs with
Salty tears in my eyes
I came back to hear news
That came as the worst surprise
So many cry and ask God
"Why do you take away lives
If you love us so much?"
Here I sit, painfully deprived
Ashes in my parent's room
I remember your small urn
Even though young
I was aware you were burned
I sat in my room and cried
I felt guilty and blamed myself
My dad cried that night, too
He bothered with no stealth
He came into my room
And in raw emotion
He admitted he missed you too
A father's devotion
If I sit on my bed
Even today I cry
I'm stripped raw
For you I would die
The injustice God allows
Is worse than all others
Innocence is rewarded
With a hopeless mother
I want to hold you
And say it's alright
But you're a ghost
I can't kiss you good night
A Good Scolding"Hello?"A Good Scolding4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The voice wafted through the shining white fortress, though no one stirred. Its two occupants, a villain and villainess by the names of Vector and Matrix (or, Victor and Corinne Perkins, legally) were currently dozing together on the bright orange couch in the living room, the TV playing in the background. However, a loud buzz from the doorbell jolted them awake. They sat up, rubbed their eyes, and stared up at the TV, now displaying the security camera footage. Two young girls stood staring into one of the cameras.
"Oh, that must be the cookies I ordered!" Vector said, jumping up from the couch to let the girls in. Corinne followed.
Once the girls were inside they began to unload the wagons they had been towing with them, counting off as they did.
"So, that's four Choco-Swirlies, four Toffee Totes, four Mini Mints, four Caramel Clumpies, and eighteen Coco-Nutties " one of the girls read off her order sheet. "You guys planning on living off these after surviving 2012 or s
Lunch Break and a Can of WormsDisclaimer: I do not own "Despicable Me" or any of it's characters. They belong to Illumination Entertainment. I do, however, own my two OC's here. I'm receiving no profit for this work, I just wrote it for fun and laughs.Lunch Break and a Can of Worms4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Note: This is my first fan-fic. (Yay!), but it's also more of an experimental fic. I won't give too much away, but I will say I think it's always more entertaining when you can only hear half of a phone conversation...
Lunch Break and a Can of Worms
It's often been said it's best to separate work from home. And yet, there's a surprising number of people out there who decorate their office so it's more like their home. And then there's that number of people who fill their offices with stuff that would make their Grannies cry. Or maybe just look at them like they'd grown an extra index finger on the side of their head. Some people just can't handle knowing there's an orangutan bikini calendar next to a photo of the family dog.
But, regardless, you can
Madcap Moments: Girl TalkGirl TalkMadcap Moments: Girl Talk4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Margo lay awake, staring at the somewhat blurry ceiling. She could tell that Agnes was already asleep by the way she let out a little snore every third breath, just as she knew that Edith was still awake. Her eight-year-old sister had something on her mind, judging by how still she was.
She knew that her sister never let things get to her during the day, when she could distract herself with activities or mischief. At night, when she had to be still and sleep, those worries and fears would creep over her and she would inevitably wake up Margo to talk about them. Usually it was about some cold remark made by Miss Hattie.
Margo was uncommonly smart for her age, a small fact her mother had loved to brag to other parents about. She understood things that were, in the opinion of most adults, beyond her understanding. So she had understood within minutes of meeting Miss Hattie that it was up to
Despicable Me Too Ch. 8As the parent-child dance was scheduled for that Saturday, it came around rather quickly. Apparently it was supposed to be at least a little formal, so the day before, everyone had gone out and bought a nice outfit to wear. The girls all got party dresses, Jayden got a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, Corinne got a blouse and some black pants, and Vector got a polo shirt and a pair of white pants.Despicable Me Too Ch. 84 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before they left for the school, the girls busied themselves making sure their hair looked right, while Vector and Jayden waited, ready, on the couch, wondering why girls always took so long to get ready. After a while they came out into the main room, ready to go.
Vector swept his gaze across all of them. Meghan, happy and finally noticed now, Isabel, whom he had allowed to wear just a little bit of makeup for the occasion, Jayden, who had taught him that everyone was special in their own way, and Sabrina, whom he had helped to finally put herself out there and make friends. To think
Lunch Break Chapter 3Disclaimer : I do not own ''Despicable Me" or any of it's characters. They belong to Illumination Entertainment. I do however, own my OC here. I'm receiving no profit for this work, I did it for fun and laughs.Lunch Break Chapter 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And, a special shout-out to DPShrineInTheClosetGirl for being my Beta! I couldn't have done this without you!
The police station door opened to the early morning frost to reveal a monolith of a man. He escorted a much smaller, skinny girl whose face is all but hidden beneath a river of long black hair and enormous glasses. She marched stiffly towards the waiting limousine, her scowl matching the giant beside her.
The ride home is not a pleasant one.
The two passengers sat side-by-side in the back of the limo. The man, who's patched and frizzy black hair scraped the car's roof, exhales and doesn't bother to look at his daughter before speaking.
The girl didn't move. She sat rim-rod straight in her seat, staring resolutely ahead. She had learned not
Capture, Cookies, And CaringIt was a usual day in Vector's fortress. That meant laziness, and a lot of it. Nothing much was going on, so Corinne was in her room, and Vector was watching TV in the living room. There was really nothing good on, either, which made it extra boring. But suddenly, things got very exciting.Capture, Cookies, And Caring4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The lights suddenly went out in the living room, along with the TV. Everything descended into silence, save for the sound of footsteps somewhere in the room.
"Who's there?" Vector called into the darkness.
"I said who's there?" Vector repeated. "Show yourself!"
This time, nothing was said in reply, but the sound of a gas being dispersed from a small gun could be heard, and shortly thereafter a strange smell. Vector felt the room spinning, and soon collapsed onto the couch.
The next thing he knew, he was in a metal chair in a gray room, looking straight at a very familiar black jacket.
"Gru!" he said, looking up into the face of his nemesis. "I knew it!"
Gru only responded with a sinister g
Lunch Break Chapter 4I bet you thought this fic was dead, didn't you? No way! I'm just a slow writer...sometimes slower than usual.Lunch Break Chapter 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You see, I really struggled with this chapter...painfully. The words and characters wouldn't cooperate for me except in snippets, and the dual whammy of family/personal and health problems didn't help much. There were times when I was either too sick or too sad to write.
So, I'm kind of proud of myself for finishing this chapter.
And, on another note: The story format for parts of this chapter and the next few are inspired by the story-telling style Scott Beatty and David Ross used for the comic book 'Batman:Gotham Knights' issue # 42. (yes, I'm a Batman lover). This particular issue dealt with telling an almost month-long story in only 22 pages-and it was done beautifully. This tiny comic book managed to convey the ups and downs, frustrations and resolutions of several people tied together by a single problem. This feat was accomplished by using only one page for each day,
Not a Bad Guy prologue "Come on Max..hurry up slow poke!" 'BARK!' "Sshhhhh!" I could hear a car rolling down the alley behind us. The old, looming brick buildings making these alleys more like a Maze then most others I'd been through. I placed My hand on max's shoulder, He sniffed my hand as I ducked down behind an old dumpster. The car passed and I dashed out quickly, feeling the wind pick up. I clicked my tongue and We took, gravel shifting under my bare feet. I finally slowed as we stepped onto the side walk.Not a Bad Guy prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Watch where your stepping!" growled a man as he passed, blond hair held tightly down by his hat. I looked up and saw a tiny bit of lightning flit across the sky. Looking down at Max I sighed, he was just sitting there. Ears flopped down, panting and looking around. He looked at me with Carmel eyes and I smiled.
"Come on" I started moving towards the center of town, where some shelter f
Beside You in Time: 18881888: London, EnglandBeside You in Time: 18883 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ghosts roamed the streets when the fogs rolled into London. Men, women and children grew quiet and moved slowly, because they couldn't see more than half a block in front of them, and half of the things they did see weren't actually there. After decades of walking through the pea soup, it was still difficult to overcome the natural, human fear of dark corners and shadowy figures. Even the light from the street lamps along the wide street of Piccadilly fractured in the haze.
Kagome had prowled in the dark for far too long to fear the shadows - the few things that could hunt her didn't bother to hide. Instead, the fog provided anonymity, protecting her from stares that followed her whenever she left the East. If not for the acrid smell and the yellow film that clung to every surface, including the lungs of every Londoner, she could have appreciated this ethereal world created by the burning of soft coal. At the moment, she wished she could walk in the fog rat
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
The Madigan Witch - Ch 1My name is Molly Madigan. I am 24, and I don’t believe in ghosts. I repeated the words like a mantra in my head. A warm August breeze swept through the two-inch gap in my car window, lifting a russet strand of hair, and sent it sliding across the bridge of my nose. Almost absently I tucked it back behind my ear, but stubborn, it immediately slipped out and fell across my cheek again.The Madigan Witch - Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I could do this. I’d done it dozens of times. I glanced out the passenger side of my car towards the small suburban home that lay across a neatly-mowed lawn. It was a small one-story house. Two six-paned windows stared out across the lawn in my direction, trimmed in white and set against a deep gray background. Three short concrete steps lead the way to the brand-new screen door.
Sitting on those steps was a small boy. I grimaced. I hated working with children. With a resigned sigh, I turned away from the picture of the cozy gray house and slipped out the driver’s side door.
Taken (05)Taken (05)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kira voló por los pasillos, el aroma de la humana se desvanecía con rapidez. Fue la primera vez que pensó en la seguridad de otro, no le importó el castigo que recibiría por volar dentro de la casa, con la condición de llegar a tiempo.
La puerta de la celda estaba completamente abierta y dentro estaba Set, un traidor que creia muerto, sobre su humana.
Kira gritó con fuerza, pero eso no detuvo al "Garuda" que me devoraba. Kira lo tomó por el cuello. El rostro de los dos demonios se transformó, sus mandíbulas se abrieron, sus pieles apenas pudieron con la fuerza.
Mi cadáver, o lo que restaba de él. Yacía en el suelo. Mi piel estaba arrugada y mis huesos rotos. Kira gritó aun más fuerte. Set retrajo sus mandíbulas y se en congio de hombros.
Pero, aun no moría. Set no pretendía matarme, pretendía convertirme en una de ellos.
-¡¿Quién te ordenó hacer
Bleach OC: Aloise CHARACTER SHEETBleach OC: Aloise CHARACTER SHEET3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Aloise Fontaine
Race: French descent
Birthday: March 23rd
Eyes: Olive Green
Hair: Obnoxiously Blonde
Blood Type: AB
Affiliation: An Arrancar in Hueco Mundo
Appearance: Aloise is busty and her voice is heavily laced in a French accent. You can't take her seriously because of it. She's blonde and is found only wearing black and white for the most of the day (against her wishes of course. If it was up to her, she'd dress up in colorful frills and laces). She generally has a blank happy expression on her face that supposedly masks her stupidity. Supposedly.
Personality: An energetic yet forgetful woman, Alois is actually a very optimistic and exciting person to be around. She is very trusting (shown through the fact that no one with a right mind would befriend Nano-Tech) and friendly, but also forgetful and needs to constantly be reminded
DM Alt Ep1: Date With Dorkness:Soon the opening begins showing the Despicable me title as it shows Gru's house and it shows the minions doing the mambo as some clips new for the show and old ones from the films.:DM Alt Ep1: Date With Dorkness4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im having a bad bad day
its about time that I get my way
steam rolling whatever i see, huh
Why ask why better yet why not
Why are you marking x on that spot
Why use a blow torch isn't that hott?
Why use a chainsaw is that all you got
Why do you like seeing people in shock
But my question to you is why not
Why go to the back and stand in line
Just use a freeze gun it saves me time
:It shows a X marked on the spot as it shows DIamond and the girls look at it as they wore pirate costumes and soon it shows a minion using a blow torch on a safe. It shows people in shock as it shows a clip of gru freezing people in a coffee shop like in the movie. THen it shows a cute boy who plays in his band as DIamond sighs for him.:
Why ask why when this is just art
Why parallel when I can just park?
Why does v
Cadaver ExquisitoCadáver ExquisitoCadaver Exquisito2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tema: La Libertad
El precio de la libertad es la eterna vigilancia.
El sexo es la mejor forma de expresar mi libertad encarcelada.
Cuando mis hombros no sienten el peso del mundo.
Buscamos la libertad, pero ella siempre está. Lo difícil es descubrirla e ir a su encuentro.
Los límites de mi libertad están más allá del espacio, recorriendo hasta los lugares imaginarios.
Pero la libertad en la que vivimos es una encadenada, resulta que estamos atados de tobillos y muñecas, ¿cómo se puede caminar y, al fin volar, de esta manera? La libertad es un valor inalcanzable, a menos de convertirnos en una anarquía y cuando pienso eso, creo que me gusta estar entre cadenas.
Mientras recorro calles siento mis pesadas ataduras y aquella chica camina sin ellas, me gustaría por un tiempo cambiar con ella y sentir si en verdad mi visión es correcta.
Y en esos momentos es cuando pienso que mi libertad está en mis pensamientos, porque mis ideas están libres; si la gente las