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..."
RoxasI awoke in a townRoxas4 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
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
Emmett's Idea-3 Emmetts Idea- 3Emmett's Idea-37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The band practice didnt do as bad as I thought. I learned how to play lead guitar in 2 hours, as well as songs. If I had been human it would have taken me at least a week just to learn the frets. Emmett had given us sheets of notes we had to learn. Of course Alice and Edward had helped him write the notes. I stared at my sheets with my guitar hanging from the strap wrapped around my shoulders.
I had two pages for the first song that I had to learn as well as the words to the song. I sighed. I couldnt sing at all. I would gladly have Rosalie sing instead but she wasnt ta
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
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,
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 2-7 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.
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...
Outer BeautyOuter Beauty8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiei began to walk into the bedroom only to be caught breathless by what he saw. An eight months pregnant with twins Kurama was undressing. So far, he only had his top off and was unaware that Hiei was watching him. After the Dark Tournament, Kurama had been extremely careful about covering and hiding himself, even around his lover. He had become extremely self conscious about the way he looked. This was the first time Hiei had seen Kurama without a shirt on since they found out about the pregnancy...between 3 and 4 months...It never occurred to Hiei how big Kurama was with his bare skin showing.
Kurama swung his shirt over his left shoulder and turned slightly, only to see his own reflection in a mirror staring back at him. He brought his hand to his stomach, fingers tracing the several stretch marks along the base as he frowned. He slowly closed his eyes and smiled as he felt movement from inside his belly. He brought his hand up to about where his belly button currently resided. He
Don't Tell"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.Don't Tell4 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".
Emmett's Idea 1 Emmetts ideaEmmett's Idea 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was sitting on the couch in Edwards room, reading Pride and Prejudice when Emmett came in. I didnt notice him right away but when my power made me see myself standing in front of an audience with a microphone in front of me I jumped up.
Hey Bella! I was wondering if... Emmett started.
No! I replied.
Oh cmon! Emmett got on his knee, his hands hanging from his side.
NO! I almost yelled.
Cmoooooooonnnnnnn! Emmett whined. He was in a begging position n
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 Cookies4 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 Bomber's Heir+Chapter 13"Daddy..."The Bomber's Heir+Chapter 138 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
ChainsChainsChains5 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
Breaking Away TONIGHTBreaking Away TONIGHT3 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
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-8 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
Outsiders-rewriteOutsiders-rewrite9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I ran through the streets of the East side, the police cars' sirens wailing loud and clear in my lynx-like ears. The cigarette pack that I had just stolen from the gas-station banged against my thigh; the item stowed in my leather jacket pocket. I knew the police wouldn't shoot me for something like this, even with my large record down at the station; it was just a measly pack of cigs. My mind strayed back to the gang: Two-bit, Soda, Pony, Darry, Steve, and, finally, Johnny. That boy was the reason I was getting myself into this mess, though it wasn't like I was blaming him.
My eyes narrowed. Dammit, Johnny-why the hell did you have to die? You were all I could live for, and now you're gone: killed because you saved those stupid kids from that damned fire. It was because of you that I'm doing all this in the first place...But even as I ran, I knew that I couldn't turn back, even if I wanted to. The fuzz would probably lock me up for years, if they caught me. As I neared the
Breathe This AirBreathe This Air6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
Perfection lies in the mind of the beholder.
Strength lies in the heart of the beholder.
Fate lies in the arms of the beholder.
I know you've hurt,
I know you're hurting,
We all are.
Close your eyes,
Stare upon yourself,
Find your beauty.
Open your mind,
See life for what it is,
See your recovery.
Close your heart,
If only for a moment,
To see love for what it is,
Feel your recovery.
Flex your fingers,
Feel power tingling,
Our life and love are all perspective,
Our goals and fights are still subjective,
Believe you're winning,
And you shall win.
Be rational with yourself,
And the world shall be rational.
I think I'm living again,
But I don't think.
I know I'm living again,
No, I don't know.
I feel like I'm living again,
And that's about as close to knowing that I'll ever get.
Close your eyes,
Open your mind,
Close your heart,
Flex your fingers,
Breathe Deep This Air.
SasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: Thunder8 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
Love me"I love you."Love me5 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.
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