ShhhShh, I'm in a lot of painShhh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't tell, my parents can't know
It hurts so much but I mustn't show
Shh, I'm in a lot of pain
I've heard this can kill you
Yet what could I do?
Shh, I'm in a lot of pain
I felt the lump on my side
Retreated to my bed and cried
Shh, I'm in a lot of pain
Oh god, someone please tell
Wait- no no, don't yell
Shh, I'm in a lot of pain
Just leave me here where I lie
Let me curl up and die..
My PainMy PainMy Pain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something one cannot explain
Shooting up a dehydrated vein
Colliding in my mind, the pains of past and present
Silencing my lips
Which he caressed carefully
As I now remember
In this expanse
As my heart falls from my chest
He runs his cool nimble hands wrongfully exploring my body
Through thrashing and dashing
The heart inside me struggles to free
It continues to struggle free of
My constant fretting to understand this mind of mine
Over years and years of consideration
That my mind itself might have become sick
By what he did to me,
So, oh so, long ago
My dear, dear friend
You lie in that ground so stiff and cold,
That heart of yours,
Once so bold
Why can you not be here to help me, as I once helped you?
My help has deserted me,
He left not so long ago, he was my life
He ruined me
Yet I feel you never did, for if you hadn't closed your eyes for eternity
Would you still help me?
I shall never know
This is why
I lie here in a pool of blood
This blood of mi
Fix the brokenLonelyFix the broken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in a park
Back against a tree,
Head in her arms which rest on her knees
Up walks a stranger
Youthful, strong, handsome,
A hand reaches down
Caresses her shoulder
She looks up
Sees his beautiful face with her watery green and brown eyes
Tears streaming down her face
"Are you alright?" He asks
She holds her breath,
"I am now" she replies.
LOVE IS LOVESome people are StraightLOVE IS LOVE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while others are Gay
Some believe that Gays are a Sin
while others call it Love
Others are Bisexual
Who love both of the sexes
Many people call it a Sin
while others believe it isn't fake
There is nothing wrong with it
We are here to love one another
So why do people call us a Sin?
When to be Honest Love is a Beautiful thing
Many will think its wrong
while others think it's perfectly fine
Not all girls love Men
and not all Men love Girls
So why can't we all be equal?
Why must there be a Fight?
Maybe I will go to Hell
Cause maybe it is a Sin
If loving someone is a issue
if loving the same sex is wrong
Then maybe I don't want to be right
Cause I am here to Love who ever I want to Love
Shikamaru One-ShotLove Hurts [Shikamaru One-Shot] for YamadushiShikamaru One-Shot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Sira Satomi
Age: 16 [Shikamaru is 18]
Appearance: blonde/brown, short, spiky hair, middle built, slate eyes, boyish clothing: baggy pants with many pockets, black T-shirt and grey jacket with sleeves little too long, black ninja boots
Personality: usually quiet person, don't have any real enemies and friends(kind of scared of mental pain by losing someone close (no family(orphan))), enjoys loneliness, can seem kind of rude, but when someone gets to know her she's really sweet (rarely who gets to see that), people think she's masochist, but only because of the many scars she have (but they are hidden under her clothing), but really she just doesn't mind physical pain as she have felt it too many times in different situations.
Hobbies/likes: reading, fishing, training, swimming
Dislikes: nothing really, just the colour pink and boastfulness
[THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO YAMADUSHI]
"This is ridiculous dad," Sira half yelled getting o
DiscoveryI've worn this mask for many long years;Discovery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This painted, crooked smile hiding torrential tears.
I never painted eyes on this blackened wood,
Too afraid to see the world from where I stood.
Many moons have passed since I carved this face,
And I...seemed to disappear without a trace.
Blind I've been since the day I died;
No light shines through to where I hide.
This mask is tired; 'tis worn with age;
It has served it's purpose as curtain and cage.
I've bled from its splinters and peeling paint;
Become suffocated by sawdust...fatigued and faint.
I used to bleed from the core of my chest,
My heart had ruptured; I've had no rest.
I bled myself dry and shriveled to naught,
Unable to live...as hard as I fought.
My battle was lost; a strife in vain,
And I tasted defeat along with the pain.
Since then I've been afraid to speak;
I've found myself distraught and weak.
Though I bleed no longer a tempest still roils,
What remains of it, my blood still boils.
How long has it been since I've seen the s
Made This Way - LGBTQMade This Way - LGBTQ3 years ago in Letters More Like This
This is the year 2012, and we've come a long way since the older days of slavery, women being treated like objects, and inequality. However, there is one issue that is slow in catching up with the time.
What is this issue, you're asking?
We're making progress, but the progress is slow, and, in other countries, people are losing their lives and being treated as if their homosexuality is a disease. Homosexuality is not a disease. It is not a choice. When you tell someone that "Homosexuality is a choice", think about the words you're saying. Is heterosexuality a choice? No. If homosexuality was a choice, why would you think people would choose to be persecuted against? Why would you think that people would choose homosexuality, something that, in a lot of countries, a person can be killed over?
The answer is simple. Homosexuality is not a choice. We're born homosexual. It may not make its way to the surface until early or even later in life, but the fact remains. If a so ca
Mello oneshotRoses on snow [Mello One-shot]Mello oneshot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Nana Konoe
Age: 17 [so are Mello & Matt]
Occupation: personal shoplifter
Appearance: long black hair, deep green eyes, 5'9, slim/slender, fair skin, small mole above her top lip, wears glasses for reading, long nails usually painted red or black, often changes her appearance using make up skills, wigs and different clothing styles, but more often seen in tight red jeans, ripped black top and converse, has various piercings and a tattoo of a star above her right breast.
Personality: smart, quick, fast thinker, sometimes sly, can be sweet and caring, emotional but prefers to hide her emotions and feeling from other people.
Nana sighed and turned around lying on her left side. It was past midnight but she still couldn't sleep. Her last order was something she'd never done before; stealing from a criminal was something she never thought she'd do either. Usually she did shops, galleries, museums, from time to time banks too, but never f
Roronoa Zoro story, Chapter 2Chapter two: The one with the bandaged eyesRoronoa Zoro story, Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I will." Wanda took a step forward to everyone's surprise.
"No way, I don't fight women!" Luffy stated stubbornly.
"Your loss boy. You won't be disappointed." Christoph smirked. Robin gasped.
"Could it be...that she is that secret weapon?" she asked feeling shocked, yet not expressing it.
"WHAT?" Nami yelled astonished. Wanda ignored their small talks. She slowly pulled off her long coat and tossed it aside. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the sunlight.
"Do not underestimate women." Zoro's voice echoed in everyone's ears. His memory travelled back when he still a child. He wanted to overcome that girl so much, he wanted to prove he was good, that he was better...but she always beat him, and then she died and he promised...
"Are you ready?" Wanda asked addressing the people in front of her. "I can take all of you." she added.
"You are beautiful!!!" Sanji floated around her with his mouth wide open in a silly smile. Wanda raised her
Inked MelodiesSometimes, he pretended that his fingertips were soaked in ink and he wrote. He wrote on every single thing he touched. On walls, desks and even the air he touched. He didn't write about anything in particular. Sometimes he wrote about people who run their whole lives trying to reach something not quite clear for them only to find out they were actually running towards their own death. Other times, he wrote about love and how some people spend their days searching for true love till they fall, not in love rather because their knees just couldn't hold them any longer. However, most of the time, he wrote about his dreams, thoughts and life. When people asked him why his wrist was always clinched as if he was holding an invisible pen, he just smiled and said "so that people wouldn't forget me". No one understood him.Inked Melodies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You don't know it yet, but someday everything I wrote would shine through the walls. Someday everything I wrote would come to life and light the way to those who are l
ReaderxRen Fanfic Part 4ReaderxRen Fanfic Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, you woke to the sounds of U Kiss playing on the radio. You opened your eyes and stretched, staring at the ceiling. Dizzily, you attempted to wake up, thinking about what you were going to do that day. You were halfway through brushing your teeth when it hit you all of a sudden: you were marrying Ren. In fact you glanced at your digital clock, toothbrush in mouth. 9:30 it read. CRAP. Crap crap crap. He was picking you up in fifteen minutes so that you'd be at the Registrar's by 10:00 when it opened. You felt slightly nauseous as you washed your face. It wasn't that you didn't like him or want to be with him just You weren't sure if it was LOVE and you felt so unprepared. Oh well. You reminded yourself of the alternatives of probably not seeing each other again and also that you'd already said yes. There was no going back now.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, and tried to smile. Grinning fa
readerxkevin fanficreaderxkevin fanfic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat at the table in my kitchen, head in hands, and stared at the knotholes that marred the laminate. 3 months. That's how long it had been since I'd last seen my friend Kevin. Darn that "f-word" again. No, no that one. "Friend". We'd been friends all our lives but a few years ago something had changed between us. At first I had chalked it up to his joining U-Kiss and getting famous. After all, everything had been normal when it all began, even with "Xing." Now it was like those Kiss Mes were everywhere, garnering all of his time and much of his attention. And it had been like that more and more so lately. Sure, I'd get the occasional text or even a phone call, letting me know how the latest concert went and such. But there was a coldness to his voice as of late and it was really starting to hurt. And it wasn't that I didn't understand the situation. More than anyone else, I did understand. I'd seen him through his childhood dreams and helped him make
Rainbows Bleed the Same Tint-Ch.1Rainbows Bleed the Same Tint-Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think I knew that I was gay from the start, from when I began to learn more about the different sexual identities I that people have. It was pretty damn early in my years when I started to question it, that's for sure; hell, before I hit middle school I knew that I at least wasn't straight.
Of course, I didn't say a word until years later.
It always fascinated me how some were not afraid to come out clear, say it loud and proud, even with knowing that the second they open their mouth they are liable to attract someone who is going to reprimand them for it. Like wolves to the kill, like mosquitoes to a fresh wound, isn't it? But at the same time I must admire those who aren't afraid of the bigoted, who can stand up to them no problem and show that they aren't bothered by their words and shoves.
Aiden Mars was one of them.
Now, please bear with me, any of you. I'm still frazzled, to say the least, from writing this, so nervous that my hands are trembling like leaves in the wind and so
ReaderxRen Fanfic Part 2ReaderxRen Fanfic Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even minutes later, you could feel your face was warm beneath your fingers. Hoping your blush wouldn't be too obvious in the evening light, you made your way to Ren's bedroom door. You weren't sure if it was the right thing to do, but you weren't the type to beat around the bush once things were in the open. However, your courage began to fail you the closer you got to the door and by the time you were in front of it you were trembling, unable to decide whether or not to actually knock. As you deliberated, you suddenly realized you could hear faint noises coming from inside. Was it-?
Ren was crying again. You could tell he was trying to muffle the sniffs but failing miserably. Your heart began to beat faster at the sound and you bit your nail, wondering whether or not to enter. You felt bad, but at the same time you had to know what that kiss and apology had meant. Holding your breath, you tapped on the door. The sn
Apostles Of DeathThe light is off,Apostles Of Death4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Darkness has come
There are only candles
To light the old room.
Waiting for Silence
Searching for Answers
In empty and cold
Gloomy small room.
And a Destiny road
Will follow the places
That you are to go,
The sorrow and pain
That you, on the way
Once and for all.
In books about Death
Do not search for Rest,
It's all in your heart,
You are not alone
There are three more to come
Apostles of Death
Ceasing the fear,
Earning your trust.
All doors have closed
Windows are broken
Wind will close eyes
To the ones
That are woken,
The ones you have waited
They came here to
The ones who're
You will become
A hero from prose,
Who's searching for eyes
While coming too close...
Or you will forever
Be trapped in a mirror
Reflecting the terrors
The pain and The Fear.
But maybe you'll leave
To wait for your Rest,
You'll throw out the cross
And make a request
To Deadly Apostles
That came for
Natura InvictaForest aubergine Natura Invicta4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am nothing like you.
Sick, spittle images
I ruin this splendor.
Oh! There she stumps.
It is a turmoil.
Bow-legged and Mardi Gras,
Halfway through comical proportions:
Reenact the same production,
While I the plugged-up gullet
Am making amends.
SmilesA smile is just a smile,Smiles3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This I've come to learn.
It's become hard to discern,
What one really feels.
My smile is no different.
This I've always known,
Turns out I never was alone.
Everyone else is just the same.
We all smile through the pain
Of scars ripped open once again.
We smile every now and then,
So tears from our eyes won't shed.
A smile is just a smile,
Our mask to hide the pain.
It's a way for us to feign,
So it looks like we're okay.
UntitledOctober 15thUntitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
Are you still here?
I can't find you.
I thought I lost you somewhere among the twists
And the turns
And the dead ends.
But you were never really there at all.
So I'll burn all my bridges and leave this all behind.
I'll erase every smile and take back every sigh.
I won't stop until I can breathe you in again.
This is it.
This is what being helpless feels like.
And I don't like it one bit.
SimonHe breathed his resolutions into my neckSimon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And said, so softly
"I am undoing."
I was a blood red curtain once.
When parted, I embellished
Rooms that maybe,
Could have held the contours of his eyes.
But never, never
Would shapes be any more succulent,
Than when they snagged in that pair
He saw a chicken scratch garden
Inhabited the landscape
And when I folded chair-like on his lap,
He gave me blood-kissed Geranium
Tied by my curtain string.
My own messiah, with shears and stitches,
Simon pulled my corpse
From the sylph-feigned cairn
My mouth to his forehead endured,
I love him so, I do:
"I am undone."
Confused PencilOnce there was a pencilConfused Pencil5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who thought he was made wrong
He groaned and complained
And sang a little song
"Oh dear me
I'm afraid to show my face
For every time I write
I manage to erase
Oh dear me
It's really quite a fright
For whenever I try to erase
It ends up that I write"
This poor little pencil
Who's face holds a frown
Should really be informed
That he's held upside down
As darkness fallsAs darkness fallsAs darkness falls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and land lies still,
the human heart
and stubborn will
must travel on
to reach it's goal.
It's hard to quench
that thirsting soul.
You find the trail
and count each breath -
secure in life,
no fear of death...
The stars shine down
You step into