ChainsChainsChains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl of 11
she is confused
for she has been brought up
to belive this was wrong
but yet here she was
kissing her first girlfriend
for the first time
At home she cries her self to sleep
knowing what her mother would do to her
not only would her wings be cut
but her spirit would be smothered
A year passes of confusion and worrying
a year of secrets
she was sick of it
she tells her mom at the age of 12
she is slapped for the first time
possessions taken away
friends are now suspects
she is now cast in chains
but she fights through it for the girl she loved
that girl breaks her heart
cheats on her
with her best friend
Now she has no hope
her fighting sceses
her will has been broken
at the age of 13
the chains are loosened enough
she breaks away for if only a day
returns with her will some what replenished
Mother full of scorn
suspects her friends touched her
they did not
the mother would not listen
more chains for her
school befcomes tougher
no more friends
every one beliv
SpillWhat better place to spill your thoughts than upon a blank sheet of paper.Spill3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As one's unique prayers are intertwined ardently through
those same hundreds of words spoken by thousands of people,
every minute, every day,
take paper and pen as many have before you,
and make it yours alone,
ardently intertwining yourself--
Your thought, your mind, your soul,
to truly, make it
every stroke of a brush, swipe of a pen, drag of graphite is inspired by something--
a thought, that
this letter, this line, this contour, this curve, this motion,
shall represent a being, an object, a representative of fluid thought
that does not cease, but continues on end until that clairvoyant mind shall declare it so.
And it all belongs only
as your heart leaps obstacles holding the hand of the one you love,
take hold of that
pen, paint, canvas, that guitar, piano, microphone,
your body in motion to the bum-bada beat..
Take it all, with your soul and oh, so fervently,
The Bomber's Heir+Chapter 13"Daddy..."The Bomber's Heir+Chapter 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How come Aunt Konan has breasts and you don't?"
Deidara choked on his coffee and Sasori leaned over to thump him on the back. Coughing, Deidara set down his mug and looked down at the 6-year-old redhead, eyes teary.
"W-what?" He spluttered, wiping at his eyes with one hand. "Why?"
"Well... I was thinking... Auntie Konan has breasts..." She put her hands on her own chest to indicate, "And you don't... how come?"
Sasori looked at Deidara, whose face was red and his expression disbelieving. "Suri..." The blonde said, looking aghast. "I'm not supposed to have breasts."
"...but I thought all girls had them..."
Sasori snorted with laughter, resting his head in his hands. "S-Suri," He choked, "Your daddy is a boy."
"Really?! What?! Wait... I thought only girls could have babies, un...and... you had me, right...? So..." Suri looked confused, looking from a red-faced Deidara to a still-laughing Sasori.
"Shut up, danna." Deidara growled, "Suri... didn't.. may
RoxasI awoke in a townRoxas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That wasn't my own.
I was given
A name and a number.
That I was never meant to have.
But I was never meant to exist
My life wasn't real.
My friends weren't either.
I went through day by day
Looking for my purpose
I found it with her.
We grew close
And along with a third,
Became a trio.
We found solace
In one another
That couldn't be found
In our supposed 'home'.
It was all taken from me.
She was gone,
And he left.
I was alone.
So I left.
I left looking
For my missing friends.
I left trying
To find out who I was.
But I didn't leave
I watched her die
In my arms.
I walked away
From my best friend.
Sora did exactly what was expected from him.
He battled monsters.
He defeated heartless.
He sleighed the villains.
But it was me
Who broke all the rules.
It was me
Who gave up everything.
My life was torn from me
To make way
For a kid
Who had everything.
He had the girl,
The best friend,
A life of his own.
But us nobodies
We're not mea
SasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: Thunder7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A SasoDei Story NO, DUH, IDIOTS.
Deidara groaned as he glanced outside of his window. A thick blanket of white snow covered the ground as far as his eyes could see.
Oh, fuck, yeah Deidara swore, stepping away from the curtains and engulfing the room in darkness. A dim candle in the corner was all he had to help him make out Sasori, a puppet man with flaming locks of red hair. His soft outline glowed in the light. Were snowed out. Theres no way well survive out there for even a minute
Sasori sighed, closing his silver eyes and leaning his head back on the couch. Damn it that sucks
The blonde Iwa plopped onto the floor, mumbling a curse under his breath. Youre telling me Goddamn it, its freezing in here!! He shivered, rubbing his bare arms. Im gonna go get my cloak.
He stood up and walked out of the room, glancing over at Sasori as he passed
Don't Tell"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.Don't Tell3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I- I said... I'm dating France..." muttered the shy Canadian looking down at his twiddling thumbs.
The Englishman just stood there in shock, his hands plastered on the table as he stared at Canada, wide eyed. He still couldn't quite process the information in his mind. It was something that just didn't register. Why would anyone want to date that... that... Frog!?
He finally closed his eyes, realizing he was making Canada more nervous than he already was. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms. "So?"
"So what?" Canada asked looking up without moving his head.
"So? How did this happen?"
Canada's eyes went wide and his cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Uh well, you see..."
A FEW NIGHTS AGO
Canada was just sitting at home enjoying a nice freshly made meal of pancakes and maple syrup. He was tuned into the T.V. watching some American channel with some strange show called "The Real Housewives of something or other".
Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, this is one very random idea for a one-shot mpreg with Roy and Edward. Like most of my stupid and yet oh-so popular mpreg stories, the idea came from
Out of fucking nowhere.
I have no idea why I though of this silly little idea, but it might be because of the Roy/ Ed mpreg Ive been reading, and that is some fine ass stuff right there. So anyway... I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, if I did, I would have had Envy killed earlier and Greed would have lived because I like Greed. And Roy would have screwed Ed silly and Havoc would have a bigger roll.
AL is human in this by the way and Edward still has his automail.
Summery: When youre an eight-month pregnant male alchemist and all you have in your closet is a skin-tight red shirt, what do you do? You try and kill the one who knocked you up.
On with the fic.
Ed: Wait a minute you made me pregnant?!
Yes, and do you have a problem Ed?
Ed: Yeah! Youre making me look fat!
Just shut up and go do the world a maj
Bullies in the HallBullies in the Hall:Bullies in the Hall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bullies in the hall,
They're really big and tall.
I'm just so afraid to fall...
How I wish,
That I could be,
Free from all this misery...
Let me change it up, so you know it's a rap.
I'm really sick and tired, of this bullshit and crap!
I know you've got a taste, for my fear and my pain...
How many times have I cried these tears in the rain!
I speak from words of wisdom, I know it's hard to focus.
When the world is bearing down, like a plague of angry locusts,
You sit, you pray, hoping for a better today,
Tomorrow is another day, 'Save me!' I hear you say.
I've had enough of people that are kickin' us down,
I say this is enough, no more crap flying around!
Hold on to your hopes, because you're gonna fly high,
Watch us spread our wings, we'll soar up before we die!
Remember what you're worth, and what you are inside,
You know you have a spark, so let that be your pride.
We've all got our talents, don't let them hold you back,
Spread your wings
Golden dayAs the wars rage on, major to smallGolden day4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today we show that we'll never fall
We shout our freedom through cold silence
Today we show our defiance
Halls shall fill with rage, but no sound
We all say no! Look around
Shout our title, the silent, the different
Soon they shall see our real intent
For no discrimination against our kind
Just because we have a different path in mind
So show us respect, or never hear our voices
Merely because we have made different life choices!
This is no game that we play
Silence, defiance this day...
Right in Front of Me -Franada-Right in Front of Me -Franada-4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Hello l'amour, did you sleep well?" Francis said, kissing Matthew on the cheek as he walked into the kitchen.
"I guess so; I kept having this terrible nightmare about you and Alfred." Matt replied, kissing him back and then stealing a piece of cheese from the block Francis was cutting. "Francis, you shouldn't be cooking for me." He said, fixing Francis' long, blonde ponytail from the back.
"Feuille d'érable, it's my job to take care of you." He said, turning around to embrace Matthew's long, slender body, and suddenly pushing him away. "Cher, you feel much bonier than I remembered. I take a weeklong trip to Paris and you don't properly feed yourself, mon dieu."
"I have been, belle," Matthew replied, interlocking their fingers and gazing into the other's eyes, "Don't you worry about me." Francis pulled him close and slow danced around the kitchen with Matthew.
"I missed you so much Francis," Matthew said with a smile, "Happy Valentines Day."
"Right back at you." He slow
APH - Christmas CookiesThere were many things that Matthew Williams associated with the holidayslaughing at Alfred's attempts to ice-skate, chasing Kumaboo through the snow, picking out a Christmas tree and bringing it home in his truckbut what he came home to on the day before Christmas eve had to be his favourite.APH - Christmas Cookies3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The smell of freshly-baked cookies filled the small flat he shared with Francis, his boyfriend of some years and assorted months. Several cooling-racks of those cookies sat enticingly on the kitchen counter, tempting Matthew with their obvious deliciousness. His hand crept toward them; surely Francis wouldn't notice if one or two went missing?
"I do hope you're not attempting to steal the cookies before they're ready, Matthew dear."
Matthew grinned brightly and turned to greet his boyfriend. "Afternoon, Francis."
Francis sighed, but smiled warmly and pecked him on the cheek. "You are nearly as bad as your brother when it comes to food."
Matthew giggled. "I should hope so. How was your
The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:The Walk of Utter Shame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...
"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.
"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...
I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.
In anger, in rage, in emotions so dark,
I've carelessly denounced the work of my siblings...
Now I lie, in battered penance,
For only pain can ease the shameful sting...
Never did I think that I would fall,
But pride is arrogant dissonance.
Through penitent pain and suffering,
I have learned the value of reticence.
"Allow me to accept my shame and offer my apologies..."
i had a best friend, oncei had a best friend, once: a blonde, blue eyed best friend;i had a best friend, once4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a loud, laughing best friend;
childish, goofy, and mean- a one of a kind best friend.
she's verbally dyslexic, impulsive and fashionably sensible,
the kind of girl who falls for all of the wrong guys-
dates them, fights them, makes up only to break up.
cries, then does it all over again.
she's full of crude sexual jokes, and isn't happy with her body,
laughs with her head thrown back, hugs as hard as she can,
works herself to the bone,
somehow convinces herself it isn't enough.
she has a sharp tongue and wields it as a weapon
stabs with it, pierces and twists,
till your sure you'll never get over it.
she's not good at apologizing, or admitting to her mistakes,
still, she'll rise to the occasion and defend a friend
no matter what it takes.
so i'm sitting here, thinking.
agonizing, remembering, reminiscing,
wondering where the hell it all went wrong.
when did we let go of popsicle stands in the summer heat,
a buck tw
Love me"I love you."Love me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me that Mom.
"Remember that I'll always love you, no matter what."
Will you really?
Will you love me when I pierce my ears five times each?
Will you love me when I turn my nails black.
Will you love me when I bring my girlfriend home?
When I clutch her hand,
Shielding and being shielded from that sudden coldness.
Will you love me when
On my first summer home from college
I bring home my boyfriend and my girlfriend
Standing between them
My piercings chiming in the wind,
My tattoo looks at you
Eyes as cold as yours.
No, you turned away.
When I held my daughter,
Progeny of my girlfriend and husband,
You weren't there to see me whisper
"I love you baby and I'll always love you."
And I will keep that promise.
Because you hurt me when you broke yours
Because I am different
Because I love her.
Please Save My lifeSkin sliced open and the trickle of red water flows from these fresh wounds....now can we save the soul of the one who now means nothing?Please Save My life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there no one that can tell me how to rule?
Am I nothing?
Is This the end of me?
Endless nights of screaming pain while bleeding out in misery
The endless nights of no sleep
The Endless hours in the dark
My Thoughts consuming Me, slowly degrading in my mind
Is there no satisfaction for me?
Am I an endless pit of nothing?
Do I mean nothing to you?
Do you want me gone? please tell me you'll take my hand
Please tell me that you love me
Please...Save My life.....
Mpreg quicky Sitting there, finally alone, Craig wept his tears of joy. He had pretended for too long to be disappointed in his situation. As he rested in the upstairs alcove of his old room back in his parents' house, he cradled his large belly in both arms, occasionally feeling the baby stir, or kick gently.Mpreg quicky7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone had asked him how it had happened, but he could not offer them sufficient responses to their prodding, intrusive questions; even if he could, he most likely wouldn't have. It was Craig's first time home since Christmas break, and at that point, his condition was not visibly revealing. He didn't even know for three months after it had happened. Now that the commotion had died down, he thought back to when he first found out what was going on.
He was still surprised at his own reaction to the news. There was shock, of course, and confusion, but there was no fear, and no sorrow. Once th
Brief MPREG storyDave did not know how it happened. A few months ago he was having sex with his boyfriend, now he is pregnant. A pregnant young male.Brief MPREG story9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"This is impossible," he thought rubbing his six months pregnant belly. A couple of months back he thought he was putting on weight, with the huge increase in his appetite. Then his belly kept on getting rounder and harder, making the weight gain idea incorrect.
He rubbed his hairless round belly, as if he had had a large three course meal. It was hard, warm, and felt nice to rub all the time. He would get more and more horny as he rubbed him belly, making him have to wank nearly every hour. Wearing tight clothes around his belly would do the same thing too, the constant rubbing of the fabric on his belly always making him horny. He could not believe how much his sex drive has increased since his belly has stretched out.
His clothes had given up on fitting on him. He was always a thin lad, and becoming pregnant, even in the second month, he was finding it
.Anxiety.Anxiety, Anxiety,.Anxiety.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Creeping up to capture me
Go away and leave me be.
Sudden chills, Lack of pills,
It's fear like this that always kills,
Sudden chills, Lack of pills,
Leave now before the bottle spills.
Panting now, Breathing loud,
Happiness is not allowed,
Panting now, Breathing loud,
Be gone before there comes a crowd.
The room will spin, Room will spin,
There is no way for me to win,
The room will spin, Room will spin,
Why did this fear even begin?
Breaking Away TONIGHTBreaking Away TONIGHT2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breaking Away TONIGHT
Your name is...fear
And you demand that I abide by your despair
I gave you everything that you have ever asked
And I never got a thing in return for ANY of that
But you still managed to continuously stab me in the back
Your name is...remorse
And you wish for me keep true to this damaging oath
I was nothing but a puppet; I was just your personal scapegoat
These sinister strings guided me to cast aside all forms of pride and hope
I considered us to be friends because you were all I used to know
Your name is...sorrow
And all you want is to darken the brightest tomorrow
I was your undying sacrifice; the one and only reoccurring offering
You had an unquenchable thirst for my untimely, man-made suffering
There's countless times where I put you before myself- it's so god-damn sickening
Your name is...tainted
And you believe that we are fated
I've remained here, behind your bars, locked up and
What He Does Best~Warnings~What He Does Best5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mentions of sex, but it's not explicit, so I didn't put a mature filter on. You have your warning right here anyway.
I have a bit of a problem. You see, my lover has an interesting quirk in the bedroom setting. That is, he always insists that we partake in intercourse in front of a mirror. The thought itself isn't a turn-off, but his intentions behind using the mirror are far from erotic, at least, for me. He does not set the mirror up where he can see us having sex, but rather so he can see himself. He's incredibly vain, and I sometimes wonder if he simply sees me as a trophy, as it took quite a while for the blasted ruffian to finally coax me into bed. What can I do to make him see that it's not all about him?
This gentleman sounds very much like someone I know, and if that is the case, then it would seem that I have the perfect solution to your problem. Next time, instead of simply accepting his terms, turn the tables on h
No Chance -Dirk/Jake-"Ooooo Jakey,"No Chance -Dirk/Jake-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hehe, you're certainly a hoot, Jake!"
"Jakey Jakeeeyeyeyeyeyeyyyyyy have 'nother shottttt!"
Your name is Dirk Strider and this is maddening. It would have been maddening enough if it was just regular girls swooning over a boy, but it makes it even worse that it's your two best female friends swooning over your long time crush.
Wow you really want to slap all three of them in the face.
You grit your teeth, shifting in the booth that you're sitting in, all alone. You were sitting with the three of them in the little diner, a woozy Roxy falling all over you until she got even less sober and went to Jake. After a while, it was sickening, so you moved to the next booth over. You can still hear them, though- the slurred words of Roxy, the amused speech of Jane, and the British-tinted voice of Jake.
You hit your head on the table repeatedly, not caring if anyone hears. You turn your head, resting your cheek against the chill of the plastic table, and an e
Taking Chances -chap 2-This story is going to be one big mess later on when Roy realizes there is a bonus to holding Edward. And its going to show up in this chapter.Taking Chances -chap 2-6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything from chapter one stands for this whole story.
On with the fic!
Its so warm in here
And yet its somewhere Ive never been
Where am I ?
Hughes sat outside of Roys hospital room. It has been three weeks since Edward disappeared and Roy passed out. He sighed, looking at Alphonse who was asleep, of course he would be, its four in the morning. Hughes groaned as he rubbed his eyes, he had barely gotten any sleep; he wanted to stay up to make sure everything was fine with Roy.
But he couldnt go into Roys room right now since it was not visiting hours, but the doctor taking care of Roy was nice enough to allow the man and the boy stay nearby.
Meanwhile, someone else was having trouble sleeping.
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called