Peaceful AfterlifePeaceful Afterlife5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had something great, then it was washed away. We had something more, then I can explain. I'm sorry.
Jimmy Owen 'The Reverend Tholomew Plague' Sullivan is in his Eternal Rest, in his own little Afterlife. We will never let his memory become one of the Forgotten Faces in this Bat Country of the Beast and the Harlot.
We Scream to Dear God for his Lost soul to have its own Little Piece of Heaven, completely Unbound from this wild ride we call life.
All the Gunslingers honor him with every Flash of the Blade, not one ounce of Tension will ever stop them on their Walk of the path of the Sidewinder for the Strength of the World to never let the honoring of his memory be Betrayed.
All the Trashed and Scattered will Seize the Day and Burn it Down while The Art of Subconscious Illusion has then Blinded in Chains at the Crossroads of all Demons. Until the End The Fight for his memory with the Dancing Dead will be Almost Easy, even with Darkness Surrounding the Lips of Deceit when
Blackened DreamEverything is pitch black.Blackened Dream4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Even my mind.
It's dark and hopeless.
There's no motivation to make it better.
I dwell eternally in my blackness.
Do you know insanity? It's relaxing. Do you know pain? It's soothing.
Do you know what I'm feeling? It's uncomfortable to think about.
Isolation .sadness .abuse .. whenever they're mentioned to someone, nobody cares.
Unless they're going through the exact same thing, nobody EVER understands it.
They'll try to be friendly and it'll never work.
Just become insane and things will be clearer to you.
Apparently, I cannot explain to you the feelings I bear.
Snow x Hope - FrozenHe didn't mean for the words to spill out, the venom-coated sound spilling automatically from his mouth, the look of remorse painted in Snow's ice-blue eyes when he had said it.Snow x Hope - Frozen4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate you."
Hope would never forget his eyes. The eyes that sparkled with every emotion contained in his well-built body. The eyes that burned with an intense fire of determination whenever he spoke of Serah. Or when he'd win another brutal battle; he'd have a triumphic smile, and his eyes shone brightly, almost like moonlight against the darkness.
But, when Hope told him that he hated him, his eyes lost their fire, lost their shine. They were no longer that vibrant blue; just a dull one, like forgotten embers that had burnt out behind them.
However, he never physically showed how Hope had broke him. Snow still kept his can-do attitude, his signature grin.
All he had said in response was, "I know...I'll always protect you, though."
Maybe he didn't cry. Maybe his words came out smooth, and even, but it didn't
I. Anthro Beauty StandardsIt isn't until you really think about it that you wonder what the standards for fashion and beauty may be in the world of anthros. Considering that humans and anthros are quite significantly different in a numerous amount of ways, it's only natural that their set of standards be different as well.I. Anthro Beauty Standards4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anthros of one general color are viewed as much more attractive than those of multiple. While it seems that those of many markings and hues might be much more attractive, this isn't so for anthros. Why is it that the single color rule stands? Many aren't quite sure, but it might be because of the fact that high-class members of society are often of simple design. Connect the two together and you see that many would be under the influence that one color equals good.
Does eye color stand under this rule as well? Yes. Those marked with plain eye colors such as blue, green, or amber are seen as normal under the views of society. Pink and purple are frowned upon and taken up as "weird" or "creepy"
AlaskaShe's just another girlAlaska3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With cigarettes and
Golden hair and
Books that smell of cinnamon;
Her lips form big thoughts
With small words
With footprints in the snow.
Kisses like waves
Of electric blue fire.
But she's just a girl
With cigarettes and
The same colour
As her toes.
We're All Looking For Alaska.never self-destruct:We're All Looking For Alaska.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awful things are survivable.
we are indestructible.
we are in v i n c ible.
never be hopeless
never be broken.
we are in v i n c ible.
cannot be born.
She forgives me.
I forgive her.
To ConsecrateWhen you first met me,To Consecrate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
I was still chest-deep in the mud;
You slipped away between the raindrops,
Leaving me with one last promise:
You can do this."
I put my hands to the ground,
pushed with everything I was-
Pushed till my ribs cracked,
my tendons tore,
till my arms snapped like rotten limbs
and I bled out from my eyes.
But I pushed.
The next time you saw
liari am good at lying.liar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look at my face.
see my teeth, lips
pulled from gums,
see my bracelets
sparkle when my eyes
don't look at my wrists
do not worry-
i am smiling
wide, just for you.
Passing ShipsIt was just like you to show up late. Honestly, it was just like you. It was the hottest day of the year so far and every green space was full of people trying to get their fix. Daylight junkies. When you live beneath grey clouds for most of your life it starts to take its toll and you take your highs where you can get them.Passing Ships1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I was a bundle of nerves, as I always was when it came to you, picking at grass and trying to pretend that the fact you were late was totally cool. Instinct told me differently and I knew as soon as you graced me with your presence that things had changed. It was written all over your face - guilt, guilt, guilt - but I was naive and thought you were just shy.
I can't believe that it's been so long since you cracked me open under star spangled skies. I can't believe it's been almost a decade yet I'm still just as aware of you as I was before. They say that time heals but I still feel the wound, fresh and bleeding, beneath my skin. I still can't resist picking at it
The Man with the Gaping EyeThe dusty air of the courtyard never seemed to settle,The Man with the Gaping Eye11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
invading the lungs of those passing by.
The hot afternoon sun bakes the stone roads black,
light tinged orange.
The man with the gaping eye,
his empty socket a crinkled web of scars.
A blank face looks upon me,
His once strong jaw,
now loose and misshapen from days he wishes he could forget.
He still knows their names,
they have long forgotten his.
His leathery fingers,
gnarled and twisted,
appear like the roots of an ancient oak tree.
Knuckles many times larger than they should be,
are cracked and worn,
weathered by both sun and time.
His calloused feet,
tucked and curled beneath him,
bear the scars and broken bones of times when he forgot,
crushed under foot and hoof.
He has long lost count,
it now hurts too much for him to walk.
His only eye,
it tells the story of his past,
whispering tales about the years of joy he used to have,
days so long gone they became legends to him,
legends he no longer believes in.
FlyWith the covers pulled over my head, my room darker than the city night and the steady breath of my sister in the bed below me, I would put my hands together, close my eyes, and pray. I’m not sure who I was praying to. I knew God then, I suppose. Each night asking for the same thing. Never receiving, but I’d never stop. I couldn’t sleep unless I prayed. Dear Lord, I thank you for such a nice day. Please let us all have good dreams tonight and a good day tomorrow. And please, please, please let me have the power to fly. In Jesus name I pray, amen. I thought these words each night, and each morning I’d wake from my nightmares to find that I, in fact, could not fly. I was always disappointed.Fly1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Jezebel, what are you thinking about?”
There is laughter. “Flying is for the birds, dear.”
“Then I’d like to be a bird.”
“And what would you do as a bird? You couldn’t speak, or walk.”
The Impossible PlanetThe urge to jump is much too kind,The Impossible Planet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A flighty name for a failing mind
The need to fall is it's true name
For soul's release, and abandon's gain
A desperate desire for release's sweet caress
And a sigh of rapture as thoughts do regress
Freedom of body and of the mind
Is the peace we all need, but never can find
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,Alaska Young, As Told by Miles6 years ago in Open More Like This
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
Dead languages and bitter teaWe were directly opposed,Dead languages and bitter tea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than what I’ve been looking for,
more than anything I've ever tried to find,"
you painted stars and lies.
I left you job listings in the mornings,
and you told me my fortune,
in the bottom of my teacup.
We were directly opposed; I told you to leave if you wanted,
so on a night too cold for me to see the comfort in your dreams,
you left, gathering
Old BoysOld Boys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Riding down country roads
to local farms on a Saturday
with my granddad
to see equipment auctions
as the old boys cashed in
Standing there in bib overalls or Dickies
with their dark glasses on
smoking pipes and cigars
they'd talk politics or crops
their deep voices rumbling quietly
I was enthralled...listening to the auctioneer
rattle off prices at breakneck speed
for a Farmall tractor going once
Sold to the man in front...
Or grandpa would take me with him
to the local VFW Post 6464
on Thursday evenings
to play Euchre with his friends
I'd bring along a few dog-eared
Reader's Digest magazines to read
as they played
Every so often I would walk over and
say hi, see how grandpa was faring
Usually he was cleaning house
winning almost every hand he played in
The ladies would bring a cake
and we'd have that with coffee
It felt...comfortable in a way
I find hard to explain
Sitting there surrounded by veterans
men who still wore those black-rimmed glasses
and their hair was
Why I dont support FlippyxFlakyIm sure most everybody in the HTF fandom knows about the ever so popular ship FlippyxFlaky. Fanart, AMVs, and Fanfics of the two are the most commonly seen thing in the fandom. As some people may already know I am one of the few people who is actually anti the couple. Im known for my anti pics and my Anti FlippyxFlaky AMV on Youtube. I have been told that this ship has been hinted many times in the show. I disagree. So these are my responses to some common beliefs of FlippyxFlaky fans. Ive been thinking about writing this thing for a while so I think it should be decent enough to read. Hope you enjoy it Anti FlippyxFlaky people.Why I dont support FlippyxFlaky3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
*and just as a note, I think the topic of Flaky's gender is very interesting but I am just going to refer to Flaky as a female in this writing because that is how the majority of FlippyxFlaky fans see Flaky*
Here are some objections to some common FlippyxFlaky "proofs" that fans have told me.
1. Flaky's scre
Slutit implodes on the walls of your skullSlut2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and slides, sickly
off your tongue
like the body of a slug.
when it hits the floor
it is not quiet,
but sharp as a slap
and totters out of
they are disgusting
and you are ill.
there is no more room
washed away by the slime
coming out of your pores.
the fault is yours
The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2When we last left off, our fair, beautiful and sassy heroine was slowly dying of un-attention.The Greatest Fic Ever Part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sociopathic murderer was busy eating his daily brains when a strange and mysterious girl went up to him.
"Soylar, hey Soylar," said she. "It is I, that long ago forgotten childhood friend that also had a troubled life and a dead mother. I also fantasize about blood and eating people and had issues at school and we were married in a past life but some Japanese otaku nerd screwed up the time continuum and now you can't remember-"
"Your brains, I shall eat them," said Soylar most wickedly as he attempted to saw open the top of her head with his middle finger. "Your sue powers will be most delici-oh dear GOD. It tastes like someone put plastic covered glittering shit in my mouth. I've eaten over 50 people and none of them are even vaguely resemble this festering camel vomit. Away with you!"
Soylar then flung her away where she then magically landed in space.
The Secret of Bloody MaryThe Secret of Bloody MaryThe Secret of Bloody Mary10 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
M. C. Hunton
It was a clear dark night, the moon shone brightly through the cloudless sky. Ellen, Trisha, Joan, and Lauren were gathered in a small ring on the floor of Lauren's room. Her parents were out for the night, not expected to be back until, at the earliest, one. Now it was what one would call 'scary story time,' and at the moment Trisha was telling the story of the hook.
"They drove away from the hill," she was muttering in a barely audible, but still heard voice. "She momentarily forgot the eerie scratching sound that she had heard mere minutes before. And then they got to her house. Her boyfriend, the gentleman that he was, got out to open her door, and when he got to her side he gasped. 'What?' she asked, 'What's wrong?' Then he opened the door wordlessly, and hanging from the handle was a silver hook."
There was silence for a second or two, until Joan laughed and said, "That was a good one! I'll remember that!" She smacked her knee once, riddi
How To Save A Life1. ListenHow To Save A Life8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2. Hold Still
3. Let it go
4. Dont Be
6. Talk To Someone
12. Im Not Good Enough
15. Have Faith
17. Release the fear
19. Open Up
21. Say Goodbye