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AffairThe rose that represents our loveAffair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has started to wilt
I wouldn't have to be this way
If you just admit your guilt
You have done wrong
I'm not saying that you are to blame
But at least tell the truth to me
Have you no shame?
We were meant for each other
The perfect pair
And this is how you repay me
By having an affair
I will not cry
For you have turned my heart to stone
If this is how all women are
I'd rather live my life alone
7 SinsSin number 17 Sins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sin of greed
Never trust greedy people
For they only mislead
Sin number 2
The sin of lust
A woman is man's only weakness
I tell you, beware of the bust
Sin number 3
The sin of gluttony
Don't over do it
It will only lead to mutiny
Sin number 4
The sin of pride
It is ok to retreat
And find a place to hide
Sin number 5
The sin of envy
Do not be jealous
One day there will be equality
Sin number 6
The sin of sloth
Quit being so lazy
Stop being so loath
Sin number 7
The sin of wrath
Why would you be ever so stupid
To choose to walk on this path
I Have SinnedForgive me, for I have sinnedI Have Sinned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time and time again
I have sinned so much
Forgivess is impossible to attain
This is the end for me
To humanity I bid farewell
I'm going to where I belong
I'm going home to hell
Do not worry about me
For soon hell I will rule
My sins far surpass the devil himself
He is nothing more but a fool
His time is over
Now my time has arrived
His position and dignity
All will be deprived
Hell will be feared again
Once again, mere mortals will fear its fury
Scream all you want
There is no judge or jury
No matter who you are
You don't want to end up in this ditch
A lifetime of torture awaits you
As well as being my own personal bitch
04. DarkWhen I tried to hide,04. Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to think:
It's scariest when
The light goes out.
When I tried to see,
I used to think:
It's hopeless when
The light goes out.
When I tried to love,
I used to think:
It's worthless when
The light goes out.
When I tried to live,
I used to think:
It's pointless when
The light goes out.
When I look at the world,
If you can get past the
Day for a DepressiveDragging along is a simple thingDay for a Depressive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here there is no pleasure;
Walking numb without a course
Forever Happy?I am always happyForever Happy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I have endured true pain
And vowed to myself
To never have to go through it again
I Walked down that tunnel
And even saw the light
But it always seem to fade away
No matter how bright
I pulled myself out that mess
And now here I am
Living life like I should be
Not giving a damn
You may not like me for it
But I don't really care
I just keep myself happy
So I don't have to go back there
If you've been where I have gone
Then you will know what I mean
You know the horrors I speak of
And all that I've seen
That's behind me though
I've chosen to move on
Being happy for eternity
Is it the truth or really just a con
Death AngelsWingless seraphs in creased white uniformsDeath Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drift through the hallways like living dreams
They steal away with souls like thieves
Delivering sterilized mercy
Booster shots to raise your immunity
Or heighten your mortality
A bedside manner to die for
A vortex that always wants more
It is never enough
That sense of power it gives
Is intense but fleeting
Like a film
You leave the theater eventually
No second opinion, it's not an option
Clean-cut monstrosities skulk, well-revealed
Bringing you oblivion inside a syringe
Or slashing away with obsidian scalpels
Your red against their white
Lost ribbons in the snow
Voices fade and diseases grow
No one will ever have to know
So attentive, so gentle
So depraved, so hungry
Experimenting with anatomy
No textbooks or drab dissection
Your flesh is their canvas
Your pain their ambrosia
Your screams their catharsis
This won't hurt the slightest bit
How did it come to
Blade in the Snow, Ch. 1Chapter 1: The Web of PromisesBlade in the Snow, Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the winter of 1867, Japan was about to enter a culture war that would determine who would control power in the country: the young emperor who spoke of modernizing the nation to meet the same standards set by the Western world, or the long-reigning Tokugawa Shogunate who hoped to cling onto what power it still had.
This is the tale of two star-crossed lovers who met during this volatile time, each on opposing sides of the opposition. It is the tale of relics of the past being opposed by the innovations of the future. It is the tale of a young man's path to adulthood, and a young woman's struggle for independence.
It is the tale of a man's blade cutting through evil so that he can create a bright future for his lady of the snow…
"Lord Miyamoto…he has returned."
Nodding his head quietly, Naofumi slowly stood up and slid open the door to his room to step outside. There was a part of him that had been concern
.:How I Met You:.: Chapter 1 "Agh! Stop it! Please! Ow!", cried a young little girl. "Yeah! Take that, crazy witch!", one of the boys pelting rocks insulted. "That's what you get for messin' with us!", one of the other boys said. "AH!", the little girl cried. Tears mixed in with blood shone in the sunlight while it came streaming down the child's poor face. A few other kids did not pay any attention to the disaster and simply continued playing soccer. "OW! PLEASE, STOP! PLEASE! HELP, ANYONE!?" One of the kids, along with his younger brother, heard the cries of help coming from the girl and stopped playing to see what was happening. "Hey! What are you doing?!", the older sibling demanded. "None of you're business, blondie!" "None of my business? You guys are hurting a little girl!", the older brother yelled, getting angrier. "Yeah, so? It's not like we care. She looks weird with grey eyes anyway." The older sibling's eyes widened. Grey eyes? That is a weird eye color, th.:How I Met You:.: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Demise of Edward CullenThe Demise of Edward CullenThe Demise of Edward Cullen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was walking through a forest in Washington one day
When something caught my eye
It was a person sparkling in the sunlight
I think it was a guy
He sent me a smile
So charming and fair
That I felt a spark or excitement
Floating in the air
And then I grabbed my gun
And shot him through the chest
For of all the vampire hunters in the world
I am the very best
The stench of his burning flesh was distracting
But I still designed my plan
To find the place where he lived
And take down the rest of his disgusting clan
Father's DayEdward Elric drank down what was left of his coffee, then took a moment to aimlessly study the empty cup before setting it down. The café was less busy than usual, which was just fine as far as Ed was concerned. Aside from the equally silent person sitting next to him, the young alchemist really wasn’t in the mood for company right now. He would’ve turned even his own brother away were he there at the moment. Ed leaned back as far as the steel chair would allow, which unfortunately wasn’t saying much.Father's Day3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“So,” he said after blowing out a loud puff of air to get his violet eyed drinking buddy’s attention. “Today is Father’s Day.”
“Hmm,” Lelouch said, not looking up from the newspaper laid flat across the table. With his free hand, he drew an endless ring around his own, barely touched, cup. It made a tiny sound Ed could just barely hear, but somehow still managed to s
I Can Be LoveOnce again I've left you with nothing but a smile and a hug when everything in me wanted to leave you with so much more.I Can Be Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any girl could give you a smile or a hug and I don't want to be just any girl.
I don't want to, I'm scared but the thought of not telling you is tearing me from the inside out.
If I let you go without letting you know, I won't become what I've been striving for ever since I decided to stash all my fears away into the corners of my mind and my heart.
I'm terrified of you.
Everything about you is too unreal, in the sense where you're everything I want and everything I can't have - all at the same time.
You smile at me and I wonder how you can compliment mine, when yours is so beautiful, so genuine.
You always try to be there for me if I need you, whether you were busy, tired or already sleeping.
Your stories and your texts have me grinning for days and days after.
(I even keep a few of your texts so I can read them whenever I miss you.)
OC Story: Letters Can Never Separate Us.OC Story: Letters Can Never Separate Us.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Five years." Silvanna sighed. "Don't worry, they'll be home soon! I hope Soren loves the stuff I picked out to wear for him!" Eliska, Silvanna's very close friend giggled. Their boys, Soren and Leon, were sent to the camps to fight the war. Soren voluntarily went into the military, Leon, not so much. Leon was sent there because of a heavy drug bust one night after a huge national football game. He used to play on the national team for Germany, you see.
Leon and Soren had written to their girls at home as much as possible, just as the girls did for them. The girls checked the mail as soon as it got there. 12:30 p.m. Right on time. Eliska handed Silvanna her envelope and she took hers. Quickly ripping hers open, she read it with a blush and cute giggles. She was so head over heals about this boy, it was just silly and precious at the same time. "Soren said they would be home within a month if everything goes smoothly!" Eliska squealed in happiness. Silvanna looked down at her
Too Much!!!"Roses are RedToo Much!!!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are Blue"
Love is a disaster.
My heart is torn in two.
Silent as I smile.
I need to speak.
I love to talk.
Though I am silent and weak.
Talk too much.
No need to tell me twice.
Can't watch as the tears flow.
Everythings a lie.
Because inside I cry and cry.
Part of me.
Somethings wrong, can you not see?
"Roses are black.
Violets are dead."
There is no going back.
No taking back what you said.
What is done is done.
Silent I sit and stare.
And begin to wonder if anyone cares.
It is what I do.
My happiness for others.
Including all of you.
I scream inside of my head.
I smile and let it pass.
My heart like shattered glass.
"I like you."
I hear you say.
I do not like you now,
There is now way.
"Roses are red,
Violets are Blue.
I had to change myself.
SO FORGET YOU!!!"
I turn and walk away.
Proud that I finally said what I had to say.
No more crying and hiding my tears.
No more running fr
Pain haikuStrings of shadows pulled.Pain haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Death dance of crazed violin;
Haunting screams of pain.
The EntomologistHe keeps them all in little glass jarsThe Entomologist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In stagnant lakes of formaldehyde
Or pinned proudly to wooden frames
Neat print spelling their strange names
But many are alive, more delightful in motion
(Scolopendra gigantea, my deadly lady)
Ever so slightly off, these angles
Asymmetrical and nonsensical
Grasping details he didn't notice before
But awareness only blooms in the basement
(something's not right here)
Microscopes and blinding beams
Slender hands prod, a playful grin gleams
Chloroform and miniature surgeries
Finding the sublime behind compound eyes
Others shiver, avoid their touch
But his attention is glued to
Sleek shells and bristling legs and wings like
Dirty stained glass windows
Color bleached by a downpour that never ends
(something's gone wrong inside me)
He'll take them apart tenderly
Like the patients in his office
(don't go into the monster's den)
Whose psychosis is as old and ugly
As anything in the doctor's collection
Oh, yes, they'll squirm a
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
the house of crimethe farm is abandonedthe house of crime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an ideal place
to hide themselves
to exit this spiral
Witnessed a crime
She has Fled the house
or she was living
the man with the saber
a mercenary paid by her husband
to eliminate its opponents
in the business world
has noticed a shadow
he saw that she was gazing
This cruel execution
she is a fugitive
chased by a killer
She has confidence in anyone
she wanders in the wild
for not returning
in the house of his past
or her husband waits her return
to be able to bury her alive
The DragonThe Dragon.The Dragon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Edited based on the critique)
The dragon stirred and lifted its mighty head. Lazily, its multi colored eyes looked around the vast cavern while it woke. All was quiet. Morning had not broken yet. Sluggishly it rose. Gracefully it maneuvered its colossal body to the edge, and with broad silent strokes of its leathery wings it flew away in the musty air.
Quickly Annabelle rose from her soft, warm bed and snuck outside. All night, the dragon had slept there, on the ledge before her dwelling, as it did so often lately. She watched it fly away and then promptly clutched the cavern-wall with her hands and began moving after it. The years living in the cave had made her a strong climber. Every day she climbed down to visit the other women here, but today she was following the dragon, determined to learn its secrets. She climbed as fast as she could, following its strong scent, or rather following the scent of the ointment she had smeared on its scratches a
March the Secondmy sweet little cycloneMarch the Second3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ripping through the valley
what have you got for me today?
you've got fire in your fingers
it's whipping through my hair
i'm dancing in your tears
under a thundering stare
what have you got for me today?
and i'm sure destruction lays before
a wilted path, i'm headed for
i see the calm before your storm
tell Talula I can't wait no more
Failed.Error.Failed.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I failed to be a friend.
I don't deserve you.
But I don't want this to end.
It's all my fault.
The only thing I can do is hang on.
And pray that you don't move along.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.Her Catalyst1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
JarsMy childhood home, a gray, old farm house, sat nestled near the small town of McKean Pennsylvania. My father moved us there from Pittsburgh in 1954 when I was no taller than a limp potato sack. I was their only child at the time. He said the city was no place to raise a family. We needed room to run and explore and my mother needed a quiet place to work on her writing. However, in three years of living there she gave birth to four of my brothers. So much for peace and quiet. There must have been something in the water.Jars3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Folks in town liked to whisper about that house like it was some kind of architectural Jezebel. By the time I could spell my own name I had heard dozens of rumors and stories surrounding our home. There were certainly enough to keep my young mind racing through many sleepless nights. Some of the more elaborate stories suggest a mass murder of the previous occupants by their deranged
Here Is No WhyHere Is No Why2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bus was late. In the four switches Ben had made so far, he had come to accept lateness as an unavoidable part of this mode of travel. The first three times, he had been irritated. Now, at a little after eleven at night, he really didn’t care. If the bus was at least running, he would be happy. Working air conditioning was a bonus. Timeliness was asking too much.
He wished he could call Mae again, even though he had just talked to her half an hour ago. It had been a little over two weeks since he had seen his fiancée, and hearing her voice helped ease his frustration. But it was late, and she had gone to bed. She would still answer, he knew, and talk as long as he needed, but he didn’t want to keep her up.
Instead, Ben just sat at the little station, staring almost listlessly into his paper coffee cup. He let his mind wander. Of all places, it went to the station’s seating arrangements.
The orange plastic chair wasn’t particularly comfortable, but