ForgottenI caught a shooting starForgotten8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wished for happiness.
Soon after, I found you
You lit up my life,
Made me feel wanted.
I gave you my love.
In the palm of your hand
My heart still sits;
Whilst I lay bleeding
You tighten your grip.
You throw it aside
My heart, My feelings, me
All thrown to the side
Like worthless junk.
Did you forget
You promised me your love.
You promised me forever.
Forever never lasts very long.
Fall from my eyes,
You watch me.
Did you even mean it
Did you ever care
When you promised to love me
When you promised to be there?
You forgot me.
You forgot your promise.
You forgot our love.
I caught a shooting star
I wished for happiness.
You promised me forever...
Forever never lasts for very long.
A Forest at MorningI dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and bloomsA Forest at Morning3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through gloom and morning spilled
While I brushed back their silver leaves
That sunlit skies had filled
With gilded wash--the vermeil sight
Above the dusky bark
Seemed starry trains above the moon
And night's enclosing dark
And I stepped under such a sky:
New-formed, bejeweled, and bright
And wished I could forever dwell
Within its dim half-light.
There nothing stirred; no beast or bird
Dwelt in the forest there
Though I heard silent rivers trill
Still wand'ring swift and fair
Through banks embraced by cattail roots;
Through drooping willow leaves
That rustled in the water's rush
Bereft of any breeze.
Oh, I stepped under such a sky
Composed of darkling boughs
Flushed with the swell of morning leaves
All silver-gold endowed
'Till awe forestalled my reaching foot
And stilled the step, half-made--
And oh! to breathe seemed mortal sin
As if each sound betrayed
Whatever heaven I had found.
But when I breathed at last
And put my foot upon the grou
Violin WristDays go by as I play this songViolin Wrist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing this sad song in my heart
tears of blood pout from my wrist
I play my wrist like a violin
stroke this sad song back and forth across my wrist
sound track to slit your wrists to
tears drip and dry
but this sad song will never stop playing
play til the bow breaks
play til the end of time
this sad song lives and never stops
playing my wrist like a violin back and forth
What is Justice? chp.28What is Justice? chp.283 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 28: A jaded new life.
A deep sigh escaped Anders as he closed his book in which he wrote most of his manifesto. The mage slumped into his chair and looked about his clinic; there were a few people sleeping in the beds. Three years had come and gone, it almost felt he had dreamed them. Thera had never really recovered from Bethany; her mother blamed her for taking her despite her protests; which led to Thera heavily abusing her lyrium addiction and alcohol. He and her had a somewhat of a falling out months ago when he tried to get her back down to, at least, a more manageable intake of lyrium and alcohol; it eventually turned into a big fight in front of everyone and she told him then and there to get lost, that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Anders would never tell anyone how much that crushed him. He and her were doing well, he was getting better at telling her things about his past; he was even almost to the point of telling her about things that
Young Justice: Aftermath Chapter 1- ArtemisPALO ALTOYoung Justice: Aftermath Chapter 1- Artemis2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
February 14, 00:00 PST
TEAM YEAR 7
To Artemis, with love, Wally
Happy Valentine’s Day
Artemis sat alone at the table. Her fingers wrapped around the envelope several times, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it; the last thing her beloved left to her. The only person to ever break through her stone heart and show her what it meant to truly love, and he was gone--swooped away before she even had a chance to say goodbye; a chance to say how much she loved him. Her finger slipped under the envelope flap without even thinking, sliding it across the glue-glazed surface. The flap popped open, revealing a folded card. Nothing fancy, just a simple piece of paper with a note on it. She slowly undid the folds of the slip, pausing before she could read what it said. Her emotions were running and she didn’t know if she could bring herself to read his final message.
Young Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part1MetropolisYoung Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2:18 PM EST
“This is Cat Grant reporting for GBS News from Metropolis where the city is under attack from the super villain known as Parasite.” Cat turned away from the camera gesturing to the scene behind her. A red car was lying on its top, smoke pouring from the under carriage. Water was leaking onto the street from a broke fire hydrant, fallen street lights criss-crossing the roads and sidewalks. “With Superman nowhere in sight, he seems to be unstoppable, sapping the powers and energy of everyone who gets close enough.” As the camera zoomed in on the field of drained officers Cat stepped back out of the frame. “Are you getting all of this Jimmy?” She whispered in a demanding
The IntentionWho am I to draw up from this weary mindThe Intention3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and proclaim its labors to be clever or novel?
I am a stranger in a world of ash and dust.
Every song has been sung and faded;
Every poet's pen runs dry.
Every lover, every enemy, every heart begging repose
Has fulfilled its time in this space
And poured out its entirety for generations to come
(or at least this was the intention;
we are often lost in translation).
So, who am I to produce a creation borne of experiences worn and cliché?
Who are we--
each and every one, so anomalous to have this time to live--
Who are we to entwine our sorrows with sorrows long forgotten?
Who are we to dip our pen in the pain
poured from a late lover's heart,
Or fold ourselves intimately into the arms
of those who knew our lives
Before we came into this world?
Maybe We ForgotMaybe we forgotMaybe We Forgot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All the things we are
We are together
-Ellie Goulding, "Every Time You Go"
"I think I'm finally getting the hang of this," said Ichigo, a genuine smile on his face as he turned toward his shinigami companion. The felled hollow dissipated behind him, and he casually rested his huge sword on his shoulder. The fading, sinking sun framed his lion-like mane like a halo.
The corners of Rukia's mouth lifted slightly, as if Ichigo's grin were somehow contagious. It turned into a smirk, as she noted, with only a tinge of guilt forming in her gut, "Don't get too comfortable, I'm not gonna be weak forever."
"You're not weak," he corrected offhandedly, carefully sheathing his sword.
Taken aback, Rukia elaborated, "I'm powerless..."
"That's not the same thing."
Although Ichigo refused to look at her, suddenly very preoccupied with his sword, Rukia's eyes softened in his direction. Cocking her head to the side, she pondered whether or not she'd ever get used to this boy's shif
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 37 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
fakeI smile and laughfake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but inside I'm dying
you can't hear my thoughts
you don't see me crying
I've learnt to be quiet
I've learnt to hide
to pretend to be happy
and ignore what's inside
you like to think nothing's wrong
you like to think I'm okay
you like to see me "happy"
even if it's not really that way
happy and bubbly
can't you see it's fake?
you choose not to see past it
and that's your mistake
one day when I'm crying
no longer able to hide
then you'll see the pain
that all along has been inside
Young Justice: Aftermath Chapter 2- BatmanGOTHAM CITYYoung Justice: Aftermath Chapter 2- Batman2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
March 16, 21:16 EDT
TEAM YEAR 7
“I’ve prepared the Batmobile, Master Bruce.” Alfred slung his towel over his shoulder after having polished the car. He was always such a perfectionist, even though he knew the car would get dirty again not two seconds after leaving the cave.
“Thank you, Alfred.” Batman sat at his desk in the Batcave, a set of large screens set out in front of him. Several images were shown on each monitor, each showing a different location. He pressed a few buttons, zooming into one of the pictures to see a group of people all lying unconscious on the ground, their eyes wide open and creepy grins plastered to their faces.
“You worried?” Robin said as he appeared out of nowhere. Any normal person would’ve been scared half to death, but this was Batman.
“Do I look worried?” Batman responded.
“I can never tell with you.&
Young Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part2Watchtower, Earth’s OrbitYoung Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
3:45 PM EST
“This is what I’ve been talking about all along! The Justice League is no better than the Reach!” The red haired man raised his arms dramatically with each exclamation. He gestured to the screen behind him. A blond girl was flying away from a scene of destruction. “This proves it! Aliens are running rampant. With that symbol it’s more than obvious the girl belongs to Superman. The last thing Earth needs is another alien. The Justice League think they can pull the curtains on the world, but not on G. Gordon Godfrey!
Finally we have someone with sense in the United Nations. Lex Luthor! With our planet narrowly escaping annihilation at the hands of aliens, Luthor is moving for the UN to enact The Earth Reclamation Registration Act.” Godfrey stopped his pacing and placed his fists on his hips, his stance reading as confident and powerful. “Otherwise known as TERRA. A fitting name for the bill now
A word to the wise.. "Good leadership is shown, not from the victories he has acquired, butA word to the wise..2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
from the losses he has endured. For from the losses, he has learned the skills needed for the next victory."
Grimm Wesen CreationsUngestümhunde (Ger: Bullish) and (Ger: Canine):Grimm Wesen Creations1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
A race of bulldog-like wesen that are known for their gruff attitudes and their tendency to be difficult to work with.
These Wesen can be quite demanding when it comes to working and don’t work along well with others. As such, it can be difficult to even be around these Wesen without fear of ticking them off.
They are known also for their temper and inhuman strength, they are quick to anger but have a gentle side to them that makes them sort of admirable.
Many of them work alone except in packs with other canid Wesen as they are often said to be impossible to work with and don’t get along well with non-canid Wesen.
When woged they develop whitish fur with brown patches around their eyes and their features become slightly grizzled and develop a half canine muzzle, the teeth sharpen quite a bit and they gain a bit more bulk, their cheeks appear to be rounder and softer as well. Th
Tifa's Theme LyricsTifa's Theme Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
5| I'll never forget
5| Your promise to me
4| So long ago.
5| So gentle inside,
5| But I must be strong
4| In this dark world.
5| But I will keep faith
5| For someday the sun
4| Will rise again.
10| Though the walls are closing in on us now
3| Don't lose hope.
5| Someday you'll find out
5| What I've kept inside
4| Locked in my heart.
5| I've waited for you
5| To fufill your oath
4| Is it to be?
5| After the trials
5| When the night's over
4| We'll talk once more.
10| I know that somewhere in you there is hope,
3| Somewhere deep...
A word to the wise.."If peace is brought about by bloodshed and hard fought wars, then who will be left to enjoy it?"A word to the wise..2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Protecting the GrimmProtecting the Grimm11 months ago in Humor More Like This
Protecting the Grimm
Juliette's call didn’t come as a surprise for Monroe. Not at first, at least.
She may be Nick's Ex, but she is also a nice and likeable woman. After their break-up she and Nick still remained friends, as they simply acknowledged that feelings can change over time, and that they spent most of their time apart from each other, and so they broke up on good terms before they could start to resent each other for drifting apart.
Now they behaved more like friends, siblings, and Monroe and Juliette talked from time to time over the phone, about cooking and gardening and how Nick needs patching up so often, so he wasn’t at all surprised to hear her voice as he picked up his phone while Nick was out.
"Hey, Juliette. What can I do for you?"
"Do you have a little time, or are you busy with something important?"
"No, I just finished with my latest c
Chipmunk fanfictionDUPLICATION OF EFFORTChipmunk fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An Alvin & The Chipmunks fanfic by da Bunnyman
Simon Seville looked at his watch "wow, three minutes flat, I think that's a new record for you Alvin."
His brother Alvin just sat in his chair shaking his head. He had had things planned out so well too. He and Simon were getting a meeting with Rick Rockit of Rockit Productions, the hottest music company there was.
Rick was a young genius and was only two years older than the Chipmunks who were seniors in high school. Simon had spotted him at a local ice-cream shop and had introduced himself. Turns out Rick was a bit of a fan and they had started talking about working together. That's when Alvin had found them.
Within three minutes as Alvin explained his plan for the future of the entire industry he managed to trip a waitress. Who dumped an entire tray of sticky sundaes all over Rick and his entourage.
Needless to say that had pretty much ended their meeting and any chance of working together.
"I could've had it all,
Ultimo-rella Once upon a time there was a boy named Ultimo-rella. His mother died when he was little, so his father, Dr. Dunstan, married an evil man with two children of his own. His name was Vice, and his children were called Sayama and Rune. One day, Dr. Dunstan disappeared, though Ultimo-rella concluded he couldn't have DIED. Dr. Dunstan said he couldn't die after all. Regardless, Vice and his children automatically put Ultimo-rella to work cleaning the house, and Ultimo-rella never complained, seeing he was the ultimate good.Ultimo-rella5 years ago in Humor More Like This
One day, Ultimo-rella heard a scream from downstairs. He ran down the stairs to see what happened. There was a messenger from King K, saying Prince Yamato was of marrying age, and he was holding a ball to find the woman Prince Yamato would marry. All eligible ladies of the land were invited.
"Oh mother!" screamed Rune to Vice, "Maybe I will be picked!"
"You're kidding me!
SoulxOC: Soul Eating KissSoulxOC: Soul Eating Kiss3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Come on Melody! We need to be on time for the exam!" Maka called to the brunette who was now falling behind her; it was because she currently had her nose stuck in a book.
"I know " Melody said a bit distracted. It wasn't because she was trying to be neglectful of her friends; this book was just freaking awesome.
Finally though, she closed her book and sped up to catch up with her friends Tsubaki, Maka, Kid .and Soul
Melody was the sweetest girl anyone could meet but she was never a super romantic type; she didn't hate it; she just wasn't obsessed with it, which is why Miss Marie cracked her up with her insane desire to get married.
But now, at seventeen, Melody Suzuran had finally fallen for someone and that someone was Soul.
She loved his cool, relaxed, easy going persona. Really, the more she thought about it; what was not to love? He was always loyal, supportive, and generally not pessimistic. He was very respectful as well and not the type to try and molest y
Injustice Guest Fighter: HellboyReal Name: Anung Un RamaInjustice Guest Fighter: Hellboy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: San Diego Comic-Con Comics #2 (1993)
Voice: Ron Perlman
In the year 1944, the U.S. military discovered a demon baby with a stone hand. The boy was given the name "Hellboy" and grew up to be part of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. Hellboy was originally intended on bring Hell upon Earth but instead fights against the forces of evil, including his own kind. He is the world's greatest investigator of the supernatural.
*Expert in the supernatural
*Right Hand of Doom
*Intro: Hellboy walks into the battlefield with "Good Samaritan" in his hand and says, "Well whadduya know? I'm visiting Batman's world once again."
*Outro: Hellboy walks to his defeated opponent and says, "Damn, know how to pack a punch or two.", thro
Michael JordanMichael Jordan6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a musician,
My fingers spread gracefully
Across my instrument.
A bend of my elbow,
A flick of my wrist,
One glorious note.
I am an actor,
Every twitch of a muscle,
Every fiber of my being,
Disguising my motive,
Masking my move.
Until only I know what Im about to do.
I am a writer,
Filling blank page after blank page,
With my triumphs and victories,
And long after my records are burned,
Ill never record a downfall,
Only my return.
I am a slave,
To my masters who,
Surround me nightly.
I answer their calls to me.
Their wish is my command.
Victory! Is always the demand.
And when youre the most magical musician,
The most awe-inspiring actor,
The most world-warping writer,
The most submissive slave
And when you believe you can fly.
Then I want you to look me in the eye.
Young Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part3Amazon RainforestYoung Justice: Revolution Ep1-Trust Part32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
5:30 PM AMT
The jungle was surprisingly quiet, the numerous birds making few noises. One let out a shrill call to the others drawing their attention to the lizard climbing along the branch where they perched. As they turned to study the creature, sizing up the meal, it morphed into a small monkey, still the same brilliant shade of green. Startled, the birds took flight calling out warning to the other birds. The monkey let out a chattering laugh before pushing aside a clump of leaves to look beyond the branches before it. There, looking out of place among the greenery, were two dome-like structures and long strips of bare land. Men laden with guns of varying caliber patrolled along a chain link fence surrounding the area.
The team had been assigned to track down radical group calling themselves the Humanities Hope, after the failed Reach invasion many people had taken xenophobic views on all aliens species, blaming them for the failings of the world and
So a Grimm and a Blutbad Walk Into a Bar“So, a Grimm and a Blutbad walk into a bar…”So a Grimm and a Blutbad Walk Into a Bar3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Nick looked completely unimpressed. He sat on a stiff cracked bar stool with a bloody mary on the table. The bartender had switched him to virgin a few drinks back. How many he wasn’t sure.
He was sure the air was filled with the strong smell of tobacco and cigars. Nick was willing to bet his small detective salary that it was all illegal. The walls were made of a dark colored wood. At one time, it must have been polished. Now, it looked dull. The counter was the same. It was constructed of a bright yellow wood, one that he couldn’t help but say looked similar to a certain buggy. The wood must have made a fine counter at some time. Nick ran his hand over the wood. It was polished with crystal glasses sliding down the bar and shined with oily hands. But the air had a musty feel to it. It felt old and decrepit. It was a run-down bar.
“Come on, Grimm, get your ass out. I have a lot of w