JudgedJudged3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My poetry maybe sad sometimes
With some poor little rhymes
....But who can judge.....
The same meaning is their
So why should you care
...But you'll still judge....
No matter how good or poor
My poetry will never soar
...Because all have judged..
Why should I even try
Well because...It lets my soul fly
...But you'll still judge...
So please do not judge me
For my heart felt poetry
...Instead let your soul be free!...
The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)The Dreams of a Burnt SoulThe Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John sighed heavily in his sleep as he bit his lip. The dreams, they were coming again. He could smell him . He could sense him . He could hear his breathing. He could feel his presence. John didn't dare open his eyes. He knew, from the hundreds of other times these haunting dreams, that Sherlock would not be there when he wrenched his eyelids open. They were a weird type of dream. In the dream it was as if he was awake, yet when he opened his eyes to see him, to embrace him, it was then that would awaken.
These resplendent nightmares were a blessing and a curse for John. The first few dreams left him catatonic for days, not talking to anyone, not leaving his room, not eating. He'd lie in bed in a daze purposely, pretending to sleep. But pretending for whom he could not answer.
However, he soon learned that if he could both appreciate these moments with Sherlock and at the same time prepare for them to be ripped away, t
The NightThe Night4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the night
The boys want to fight
On the on coming enemy
It is about to begin
The beginning of the end
Blood will be spilled
Brothers will be killed
Lives will stop
At one single shot
Young men become murderers in this forsaken night
All because the boys wanted to fight
Look to your left then to your right
What do you see
Just dead bodies with the souls set free
It was worth it i will guess
Well until you become the pest
Then your good as dead
Not even safe in your own bed
Because of this forsaken night
And because the boys went to fight
MERMAN AXEL XD III shudder into his hands but didn't let go nor push them away. I felt so bad at this moment I needed this contact. This small amount of contact.MERMAN AXEL XD II6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I buried my face in his small delicate hand as my body shook with another sob.
"Home..." Of course he missed home. Out in the ocean, right? Of course... he must've had a whole family there. Family and friends and a home, a community of people he knew, of things he missed...
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I let go of him entirely, slipping into the pool beside him and wrapping my arms around him. I couldn't help but hug him. It hurt to see him like this.
I kinda squeaked at first when he let go of me and pratically paled as he got in but then he hugged me. He actually hugged me. I tried to back away from it a little but it felt nice. So I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his weird design of spikes.
I sniffled again and a few more tears escaped me but at least they weren't body shaking sobs.
MERMAN AXEL XD I"You're in."MERMAN AXEL XD I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My heart leaped and my eyes widened, the already tight clutch around my books loosening some much with surprise, I dropped them. I payed no attention to them though; I had a job. The perfect job. Not a crummy job as a janitor, I was an official scientist.
And I would be working in the most prestigious place there was for smart kids like me who adored the study, Kingdom Hearts Inc.
"R-really?! T-thank you! So much!!!" I nearly squealed, resisting the urge to jump on this short blunette who was now my boss. Zexion was his name, unique just like my own; Roxas.
"Work starts now."
With happiness still shining in my eyes, I gathered my things and left his chilled office, running towards the work room I had been shown. Ohmygod, I couldn't believe it! I was working here, where I'd always wanted to. I sighed contently as I opened the door to the room, finding it empty of people but full of equipment. Quickly I pulled on my super-special-official-labcoat, storing my things in a lock
Merman Axel XD V"Reno, I don't know what happened that day, but I'm positive it's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault except for the assholes who did it." I reached out and stroked Reno's hair comfortingly, much like I did Axel's.Merman Axel XD V5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Reno smacked the hand away and glared.
"Do not touch his hair, yo. His is hair of royalty." He snapped before going back to look up at the sky and sighed.
"If you did know what happened that day, then ya would say it was my fault."
I blinked, not expecting him to slap me away. But wait, what did he say? Royalty?
"Wait... you're... royalty?" If that was true... that meant Axel was too.
"Yep, your talking to the future king of the royal kingdom, yo." Reno sighed but waved his hand dismissivily as if it wasn't a big deal or anything.
I shook my head, sensing that Reno hardly thought it was an exciting subject. "Anyway..."
I looked out at sea, the moon high above the water by now. It was getting late and I still wanted to visit Axel... "Is there anything else you wanted to k
T3h Best Akuroku Fanfic EVARHOW TO WRITE THE BEST AKUROKU FANFIC EVART3h Best Akuroku Fanfic EVAR4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As one of the founders of Akuroku club, I've read all the fanfics that ever get put up, especially the best ones. You know, the ones with the hawtest Axels and the most pashionite smexy scenes. Well now I can tell you all their juiciest secrets and by the end you'll know how to write the best akuroku fic evar.
T3H 3 M's: MISSPELL, MIX-UP, AND MISUSE. Vocabulary, that is. Their are certain rules u need to follow. Tradishens within fanfiction writing include: pashionite, loose and lose
(if you don't know the difference between these two you seriously need to read more actual books), tounge, its and it's, and weather and whether. For more information on tradishunel vocabulary, see here.
Always narrate from Roxas's POV. Because Axel is sexy and mysterious!!1! And theirs always more suspence from the uke's point of view!
Make Axel use his cat
Murders of warWar. War had spread over the land, country, home. Our beautiful peaceful home trapped in the disaster called war. Bombs danced around us and I no longer heard them. I only saw flashes of light then dark then light again. The only thing I heard was my lovers breath. He was carrying me trying to get us out in one piece. The earth shock along with my brain. I didnt know what to do everything was .overwhelming.Murders of war6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The cool air of the outdoors smacked our faces, stinging our eyes. I cried as we neared the shelter. The bomb shelter, the place that was to be our home for the next hours. I clung to my redhead tighter as he pulled the door open and set me in. I gazed at him as he didnt get in. Why didnt he get in?
Rox . He ran his hands along my face and I did the same to him. My heart was pounding louder than the loudest drum and I held him, looking pleadingly into his eyes.
.Rox .Ill be back
Too soonToo soon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have some things to say
Before you slip away
You try to guard your heart
Because your awful part
I feel your pain
But don't let it make you lame
I say this not as a friend
Nor with advise to lend
I observe with a deeper feeling
One very more sealing
So ill look and be near
But i will fear
You will never love me
But we will wait and see
Damn DepressedMissing that part of my life that gives me a reasonDamn Depressed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am taken again into the darkness of depression
With suicidal thoughts running through my head
I struggle alone in my feelings of regression
There are a thousand demons calling my name
Which one will I give into, is there any chance for me tonight
The alcohol, the knife, the recklessness of immaturity
And they are all there with my name on their lips ready for a fight
So I turn up my music in a hope to escape this false reality
I seek to replace the nothingness with some sense of fantasy
Will one of the poets on the radio save my life tonight?
Or will they cause more heartache and contribute to my mental delicacy
Oh God I pray that this lifeless emotion will somehow leave my soul
I have endured the endless nights without an escape route many times
It is my own blood I drain, it is my own body I poison and I regret it each time
But without an outlook or a future on the horizon I will delve once more into my crimes.
To Write Love On Her ArmsTender touchTo Write Love On Her Arms2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Opening eyes to her pain
Wishing her luck in her battle
Respect like she's never felt before.
In pen, biro, sharpie
Tenderness never like this before.
Even something this small helps
Love is all that it takes
Opening your heart to her
Vast lakes of sadness beginning to dry.
Empty soul filled with love
Open arms, open eyes.
Nothing will ever be quite as bad again.
Helping her upward, to salvation.
Ending her eternal suffering.
Rapture spreading through her body.
Anyone can do this.
Rest for her scarred soul.
Memories will last forever.
Love NoteA girl wrote to her motherLove Note6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two nights before she died;
"Mother, dear," she wrote,
"I've grown up yours with pride,
You couldn't have done better if you'd tried...
But it's time for me to go now,
My wings are coming in,
The time to grow has passed
And my afterlife must begin.
I write to say I love you,
And thank you, and adieu.
I also have some favors for the funeral
I've entrusted onto you:
If there's a wake for my body
I want a smile on my face,
So any upside down ones
Will look sorely out of place.
I want a storyteller
To recount my silly tales
So everyone hears laughter,
Not grief or tears or wails.
I want no depressing eulogy
Recounting why you'll miss me,
Or hymns with sad melodies,
Heads bent to show sincerity.
I want lots of hugs and kisses
Shared between the gathered,
Because they're all coming from me;
I want this sadness to be shattered.
You need to know, I'm always here,
I'll always be around,
Even if you can't see or hear me
And I can't answer you with sound,
I'll always ha
Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you saw that flash of green light, a sinister laugh knocking in your ears and a searing pain on your forehead, did you ever think that you would start childhoods and set souls ablaze?
When you were locked in your cupboard after your awful aunt and uncle refused to give you dinner, again, did you know that you would soon have millions of children smile at the sound of your name?
When you were on the train to Hogwarts, and you met your best friend Ron, did you ever wonder that we were all on the train with you, we were all excited to go to school with you, and we were estatic to be sorted into our proper houses?
Whenever you felt like you were all alone in the world, did you know that we all stood up, applauded and cheered you on, with grins outstretching the world, tears rushing down our cheeks and glasses similar to yours on our faces?
When you were terrified and thought that you had truly met your sticky end, did you know that millions of people would dress up exactly
Becoming The DarknessBecoming The Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Becoming The Darkness
Hope is slowly falling away
The shadows are consuming me
Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end
Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong
The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies
The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
A tranquil calmness on the outside
A black storm rages on the inside
My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over
And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light
Pink Bunny: Jimmy's EPIC FAIL If you knew Nutty Jimmy the way the entire world did, you would know that he was one screwy cookie; one minute hes an ax-wielding psychopath hopping around from dark alley to dark alley on his bloody murder sprees stealing brains and the next he was a creepy schizophrenic that acted like a three-year-old. BUT, if we all know one divine talent involving this nutcase, it would be his artistry; from machine-making to make-overs to painting to styling. Well, today he has created something.Pink Bunny: Jimmy's EPIC FAIL5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pink Bunny Studios was closed in the morning, so Jimmy had all the time in the world to test out his new mannequin which he zapped from his computer which was a robotic replica of his sister Sarah. Yes. Creepy. In his colossal gothic room/dungeon, the evil Jimmy hastily hopped over to his mannequin and licked the glass eyeballs to make them shine before dragging it to the center of a spiral on his cold floor, readying a laser at it.
The Mermaid's WishThe Mermaid's Wish6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Long ago , when I was young I often worked at an old inn "The Winged Sword", I worked there to earn some money so I could travel the world later. There were always plenty of people, especially drunken people. I remember one evening in particular, it was a night with a storm like no other. It was impossible for me to go home that night, I was forced to sleep at "The Winged Sword" I prepared my bed beside the fireplace. I would be warm and cosy all night, but the weather would keep me awake. Just when I was trying to tuck in, the door flew up and an old lady came in. She seeked cover for the night, she gave the landlord three silvercoins before heading of to the old rocking-chair in front of the fireplace. Her eyes were as small as a mouse, she looked at me and smiled.
- Tell me boy, would you like to hear a story?
- If I
Sarah and Jimmy PART ONESarah and Jimmy PART ONE6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The five boys towered over the little girl who was innocently drawing on the dirt with a stick. Her mockingbird heart pounded in her chest as the delinquents stood before where she sat. H Hi. she said nervously.
Hey. Youre that prick Jimmys sister, one of the boys responded, kicking a little dirt at her. Your older bro @#$%ed with our cars; threw a bunch of drugs in the trunk and got us questioned.
Oh ! Um uh Sarah, the six-year-old child, began to feel hot during such a cold climate. She could only stutter and stay where she sat because running would be futile. If only the police passed by, but no. Things in Gothshollow County were always grim, so good luck was rare in those days. She felt like throwing up. Im s-sorry, she apologized for her brother, but the five boys did not accept it. They closed in on her
Razor SlutIt started so many years ago.Razor Slut11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
But if she didn't cut she'd become insane.
She kept on cutting she couldn't stop;
Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop.
She knew one day her veins would pop,
But all she ever wanted was to be on top.
So she kept on going, she cut more and more.
She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore.
When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core,
It relieved her to s
Izaya meets a fangirlIzaya meets a fangirl3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A fangirl asked a Izaya if he thought she was pretty and
he said no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever and
he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once
again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face Izaya grabbed her arm and said....
"You're not pretty, you're ugly as $h1t. I don't want to be with you forever, I don't want you to exist. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd laugh my @$$ off."
♥♥ ~~THE END~~ ♥♥
DauntlessHey-yo Daddy-oDauntless1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm as fast as fast can go
Ginger slip and taunting air
Spicy bounding twirling dare
Hill and dale and in between
Tagging chasing vanilla cream
Foxy loxy's so darned clever
Thinks to eat me by the river
Upside down and inside out
Foaming pouting fuzzy snout
I'm as fast as fast can go
You can't catch me; don't you know?
A child named Merry-Go-Round It was another hot summer's day in the small Austrian town when it happened. A little pale boy with hair jet as ink and a white forelock parting the middle of it was sitting in loneliness beneath the strong shade of a grand oak tree, umbrella in hand to shield him from the lethal sun. It was usual of him to watch the town children play their games out in the field while he cradled himself beneath the protection of the trees, lonely and sad knowing he could not play with them at all due to his "uniqueness".A child named Merry-Go-Round5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother told him of them. The ancient mistress who was parent to the little boy always said and warned him that the neighbors, or the "humans", did not take their presences well. Shunned, hated, feared they were. She warned him that interacting with the beings brought nothing but sadness, but being alone the way he was that day was a powerful grief he had to deal with.
It was usual, but it was still heartbreaking. I
Chapter 1 - FacesChapter 1 - Faces5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cling, clash, clang went the sounds of steel upon steel.
"Groggs, you have two colossal feet; use them!" shouted the fencing instructor, Mr. Greene. "Hawkins, bend your knees more! Good. And 1-2-3, 1-2- no. No, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, STOP!" cried the lanky alien instructor (who startlingly resemble
Esmeralda HodgkinLonelinessEsmeralda Hodgkin2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I drifted along the hallway trying to clear my mind of the chaos and confusion that had enveloped me. My legs seemed weightless but my mind heavy with the worries and insecurities my life was so full of. I stopped dead still and listened to the silence I was always buried in and tried to reassure myself but it was pointless, my confidence was so bruised I felt as though I may never recover.
My name is Esmeralda Hodgkin and I was alone, bar my mother Lady Rosalind Hodgkin and father Lord George Hodgkin and an insufficient number of maids for such a large house as was ours. Our acres stretched far and wide; fields spread in every direction for as far as the eye can see and for a long time, such a long time, I thought that's all there ever was. I knew only of that grand house I have come to despise and the people that inhabit it. Although I have a wild curious nature and a thirst for knowledge that much exceeded my mother's expectations and father's compassion, they were still