ClockwiseНочь, тишина,Clockwise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Только слышно, как дождь барабанит по крышам.
Здесь я одна,
И крики мои никто не услышит.
Почему-то мгновенно застыли.
Неужели совсем я одна
Bleached: Ep. 6The next day, Zezuri opened her eyes to see Gin looking down at her with that insane smile of his, Wakey, wakey, he said cheerfully.Bleached: Ep. 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Uh Zezuri quickly sat up, only to be handed a broom. She looked at the cleaning device in her hand, confused.
You both have cleaning duty today, he explained.
What the heck is with these people? yelled Airi, reaching her limits; shed been sweeping sand out a door for three hours without an explanation. Surely they didnt kidnap us just to do this stuff! The air around her began to crackle with static electricity.
Zezuri sighed, she was just as upset, but mostly still groggy. Wonder where Grimm is?
Like I would know, how about we add that to our list of unanswered questions?!
Oh right Zezuri began to help sweep the floor; shed actually just gotten to where Airi was.
Airi noticed a list in the pile of whi
Crushing On Hime Part 2"...I have an idea..."Crushing On Hime Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For the first time since the beginning of the meeting, Kaname Tousen finally spoke up. All eyes immediately fell upon him as he coughed loudly into his fist. Even Aizen appeared to be mildly interested in hearing what his subordinate has to say. Gin was no longer laughing, and Starrk had already returned from the bathroom.
"I believe that a fair way to decide just which one of you truly deserves Inoue-san...is through a contest,"
"A...A contest?!!" Szayel gasped.
"Not just any contest, of course," Tousen paused for a moment, as if waiting for a flash of lightning to pass, "But a SEDUCTION contest..."
For a moment, a hushed silence befell the stunned Espada.
"H-Hold on a moment, Tousen-kun!" Gin suddenly cried out, "I think it's a rather interesting idea, but...do you really think Orihime-chan would be willing to go on a date with any of these freaks...?"
"HEY!! DON'T CALL US 'FREAKS'!!!" The Espada cried out in unison, with Zommari and Aaroniero being particularl
Birth of BenevolenceBirth of Benevolence3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Pale hooves scuffed on the sun-shriveled ground. All four were connected to black legs that jerked periodically, supporting a new body birthed by the earth and breathed to life by the wind. The skin was black and the body hair was white. A neck that would grow more sleek with muscle given more years was thin now, curved, and supported a delicate head with a straight, small nose. The pair of black delicate sensory organs pulled in the dry air. Coughs came from the dark mouth as the air burned the young throat. Long lashes over small eyes fluttered, trying to grasp the concept of sight.
A song murmured overhead and the filly twitched both small white ears. She looked up and amaranth-pink strands curled in a line down the equine neck from between the ears to the withers. A great bowl of blue greeted her. She turned. There was only the heat beaten ground with parched cracks that opened like so many desperate mouths towards the sky.
What am I? Where am I?, the filly thought. Where
They Don't Tell You...They Don't Tell You...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They Don't Tell You....
Life is sweet when you're in love
That your heart cries if you are alone
That once you've tasted blood life becomes bitter
They don't tell you
That submission can shred your soul
That steel is lighter than feathers
That you can never go back
They don't tell you
That too much is never enough
That the flesh means nothing
That your mind will lose grip of reality
They don't tell you
That you will spend your life like an addict
Searching for that next rush
The next surge
The next mind fuck
You writhe in the sheets that are too soft
You scream for the violence of domination
You pray for God to take away the curse of choice
You cry yourself to sleep
You catch yourself strangling yourself
In a desperate attempt to silence the voices
They don't tell you
That you will fall apart chasing a craving that will never be satisfied
It burns you alive from the inside out
They don't tell you that
TLL '08 aka SympliG0th/ic
1D FanFic Ch. 10 Dress Right1D FanFic Ch. 10 Dress Right3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"La petite poule grise L'tait un petite' poul', une petite poule, grise Qu'allait ponder dans l'glise " I sang in French as I rocked back and forth on my feet, Cherish yawning in my arms.
"Why are you singing to my daughter in French, Mir?" Niall asked, coming in and planting a kiss on my cheek, he had some kind of food in his mouth , but I didn't ask.
"Because she's going to speak French." I said.
"Because you don't speak it."
"Why would you do that to me?" Niall asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"So we can talk about boys without you listening in." I smiled, turning my head to look at him. "See, I'm smart." I said in French.
"I know Je and I can assume intellegente means smart" He said, and kissed me.
Apparently, he had been eating a carrot; but he had swallowed it, thankfully
"Hey, I'm holding the baby, wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression." I teased, and Niall laughed. "Hey, I was hoping to go out shopping with the Kat la
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide them in our pockets
Cage them within jars of glass
Like fireflies on a midsummer eve.
We build castles of sand and air
Devastated as the tide reclaims them
Breathing deeply in quiet sobs
As the sand runs through our fingertips.
We long and yearn for something
Never quite able to define what it is
Reaching for straws to keep above water
As the tide washes over us.
And the wind
in the sand.
Where good men go to die.Unwashed bodiesWhere good men go to die.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent over scorched earth
toiling as sweat draws rivers
in the dust upon their faces.
clinging to skeleton wrists
feet dragging and kicking dust
choking rebellious songs in their wake.
like a welcome blessing
drowning out the conscious pain
of being aware of their destiny.
deep in their minds
may cause a slight discomfort
reminding them of former lives lost.
like a tidal wave
drowning the echoes of pasts
they do not wish to remember.
shattered like jigsaw puzzles
no longer fitting the frame
like tatters of cloth upon bones.
falls upon scorched earth
exhaling as tears draw furrows
in the dust becoming their graves.
No sound but the wind: poemNo sound but the wind: poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit, quiet.
I hear, nothing.
Breeze along my ears
graceful and soft
I sit, quiet.
I hear, the wind.
The cloth, it blows up, so light
like a leaf...
carried away with the wind
to a place of peace
Rest. I unwind
by the sound
that the wind makes
suicidal haikuI killed myself and thensuicidal haiku2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrote a poem about it
I am RealI am not a celebrity.I am Real3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a model.
I have no beautiful facial feautures.
I have no slim figure.
I am not rich.
I am not fake.
I live a simple life.
I live a humble story.
I am real.
Imagine SurfingImagine Surfing4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Imagine yourself on a hot, sunny day walking barefoot through the sand, feeling it sifting softly beneath your feet. From afar, your walk seems leisurely, but it's actually a walk of anticipation, of excitement, and of a daring demeanor. Your hair gets caught in the warm summer breeze and billows gracefully about your face, which carries your smile and your shining eyes. Your head lifts. You hear it now and your heart begins to pound furiously within your chest.
The ocean. It's vast and endless, like a very good dream that you don't ever want to end. Its body rises and falls as if it is a living being, breathing and thriving. Its waves crash gently against the shore, reaching for your sun-tanned toes, and then retreating in defeat. The sun admires itself in its reflection on the water's surface, dancing and glimmering in its glory. The ocean roars, but it also whispers, gently calling you and luring you to its edge, begging you to partake in its rolling cool waters.
You can't help but
Sleeping with the Enemy - Ch 1Chapter 1: Third Seat, Division FiveSleeping with the Enemy - Ch 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Confusion never stops,
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know."
She held the slip of paper in front of her face as she made her way through Seireitei and checked the order of the division numbers. Division Two, Division Three she was supposed to report to Division Five at eight am sharp, and that deadline was drawing dangerously near. The young woman, a recent graduate of the Spiritual Arts Academy, adjusted her bag and hastened her steps. The place was so enormous that she was not even sure whether the increase in speed would get her there any sooner. She had been praised throughout the academy for her punctuality, outstanding academic performance, and no absences. Showing up late would certainly debunk any faith her teachers had placed upon her.
Finally, a large gate with 'Division Five' emblazoned on it came into view, and she check
AutobiographyAutobiography2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
ImpetusIs anyone there?Impetus2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can anybody hear me?
Are these messages
Coming through clearly?
Over a year has gone by
Since I felt the ground beneath me.
How much longer must I wait
Till these binding walls release me?
There are so many worlds
Left to be discovered.
My mind is set on new horizons,
But you're holding me back.
If you are listening to this
Than we have reached the other side.
We've chosen the path
That you so readily denied.
It only takes time
Wait it out...Wait
It only takes time
What do you want from me?
I refuse to be the coal
That burns in your machine.
Why do I even try?
When there's so much
Holding me back from the open sky.
Sitting like a stone,
You don't budge at all.
Crying for relief,
I lie in disbelief.
Sitting by the phone
You act like you don't know.
What's it gonna take
Just to make you break?
My HeartA life unlivedMy Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soul lost
My heart burns
For the one true cost
A dream not met
A soul unwanted
My heart cries
For a world undaunted
A pause in time
A soul consumed
My heart aches
For a life un-assumed
A wish unmade
A soul cast away
My heart dies
For a sunny day
What's The Matter Here?What's The Matter Here?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What came before the waking?
And what came before the dusk?
If the world continues to keep braking
what will become of us?
It's not as though we have a choice
to listen to one another or follow the
sound of another's voice.
I don't think we don't think.
I don't think we even blink
at the thought of what we've got
or is it what we have or have not?
How then do we make this work?
Did we forget it doesn't need us for it to work?
Did we even know that after all?
Do we really understand?
It's not ours to do with as we wish
we aren't all just a drift like a school of fish.
If you turn then I turn too,
and if I turn then you turn
that's just what we do
you go your way and I go mine too
But eventually we run out of room and we run out of time.
Where does it end?
Where does it my friend?
You ask me why I love youYou ask me why I love youYou ask me why I love you4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I always say
I just do
I love you because
because you're you
You ask me what I see in you
I always say
Every little thing
Then you kind of giggle
but in your eyes
I see the pain
You ask me if I had a penny
for every time you crossed my mind
But trust me,
I'm being kind
Only one, because
you never leave my brain
Whenever I can't be with you
It's like a wrecking train
with my heart as the passenger
who has no chance for life
Someday I really hope to be
your lawfully wedded wife
I'll always love you
BipolarI.Bipolar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dove into a mirror;
A crow into a tree.
There is a word missing.
The Past has Become the PresentUnsureThe Past has Become the Present2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of where to go,
what to do,
the past feels like the present.
Can't let go
of the feelings
(fear sorrow disgust rage)
that should've died years ago.
The past has become the present.
can't trust (especially not myself),
can't move on.
How can you
the past is still taking place?
AloneEatAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desire to be
JYA Teacher Application Music teacherJYA Teacher Application: Music teacherJYA Teacher Application Music teacher2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gabriel Lark
Age: Appears to be around 30, but, is far older than that. You never know with a Yokai!
Species: Bakeneko ((Cat spirit))
Height/weight: 1.80 m tall. Approximately 70 kg.
Gabriel is a tall, agile looking man with shoulder length, blond, slightly curled hair that he pulls back into a ponytail. His eyes are catlike and green, and he has the pale complexity of a typical European person. He typically wears tailor made working suits in various grey nuances, or earth colours. With ties, of course! His voice is pleasant and calm, and it is rare he raises it in anger.
Gabriel is a calm, pleasant man who rarely gets angry or upset. He is somewhat protective about his daughter though. He is the kind of friendly guy that you can go to with your problems or secrets, and be sure that he doesn't tell anyone else.
Hand crafted instruments ((He has a co
[Maledetto XVI][Maledetto XVI]3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Me spiace dar notizia
de 'n falso ministero
eppure c'è davero
chi crede a 'st immondizia.
Il Papa è la letizia
de' i schiavi del suo impero
"De Cristo è il messaggero!"
Complimenti a 'sta furbizia!
Nell'occhi ha 'na malizia
che affonda tutto il clero
perverso avaro e fiero
dentr' a 'n mare de sporcizia.
Lo dico in amicizia
a chi crede a 'sto mistero:
la fede c'ha un sentiero
senza capi né milizia.
Una Chiesa d'avarizia:
er Papa è prigioniero
'Na prigione d'oro vero.
'Na prigione vitalizia.
La fede sua è fittizia
se er prete forestiero
dal reato giornaliero
nun lo dà alla giustizia.
Ve parlo de puerizia!
Se volete accenne 'n cero,
su 'a finestra o ar cimitero,
dedicatelo alla grazia
dei bambini ormai in disgrazia,
al candore passeggero
sciupato da 'sto clero,