NaruHina- Punk Hope 2NaruHina- Punk Hope 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Band meet band? Ok, now you guys can introduce yourselves." Kakashi said then left to go read a book.
"Hey... I'm Shikamaru..." He said, scratching the side of his head.
"Kiba." They shook hands.
"My name is TenTen." She said, and shook hands with everyone.
Sakura and Sai were whispering to each other and kissing here and there. "Sakura! Aww! You look so cute with Sai! Now, give him to me!" Ino said.
"No way Ino-Pig!" Sakura yelled.
"Whatever Bill-Board-Brow!" Ino yelled back, before they both burst out laughing and hugged.
"Ok, whatever, let's get down to business." Sasuke said. "This TenTen," He was pointing to each one. "Sai. Sakura. Kiba." His finger found Hinata. She turned away when he said her name. "And I am Sasuke. Ok, there. Your turn, though we already know who you are."
Shizune spoke up. "I am Shizune, here is Shikamaru, Gaara, Ino, and Naruto." When Naruto heard his name, he walked off. "W-Wait! Naruto!" Shizune yelled, but he ignored her and went into the RV. "Well, that
A Short PoemThrough the fields of tallest weedsA Short Poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I run without a care
Thinking not about my needs
Feeling joy without compare
Through the waters, dark and deep
I swim my fears away
Knowing the darkness of the night
Soon turns to brightest day
Through the skies of darkest clouds
I fly as I ascend
If again I ever see the ground
I fear it'll be the end
Through a heart of coldest stone
I blow the heat of love
And hope I don't get left alone
As it soars to life above
Through this life, I wander lost
Just yearning for a smile
To warm this soul covered in frost
And truly live awhile
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
Vriska X Male!ReaderVriska X Male!Reader5 months ago in Humor More Like This
“(Y/n)!!!!!!!! Come down here!”
“Oh boy.” You muttered under your breath. You jumped up from your space on the large bed, fixing your hair as you passed a mirror. “She’s totally going to kill me.”
By she, you meant your girlfriend, Vriska. She was a troll, and you… well, you were just a normal human male. Most of society found your relationship taboo, especially the fact it was almost always misinterpreted for kismesis.
But, no. Your relationship was the brightest shade of red Troll Society had to offer, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You loved Vriska Serket more than she loved to be in control.
As you fumbled down the stairs, you were met with a rather annoyed glare of your beloved matesprit. “Hello, honey.” You smiled innocently. Vriska took in a deep gasp of air, and you groaned as you prepared for the beat down you were about to get.
“(Y/n), I know you know troll custom is verrrrrrrry different than hu
Desert SongThe night is listingDesert Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too far to the left,
asphalt carrying the road
deep into the canyon
where the cacti keep
a lonely vigil.
I taste gravel
and the crunch of stars
like chrome pressed
against the windshield,
its cobweb dusting the roof above me,
my face cracking the dashboard
like God's own map.
Breathing becomes an art
and I can hear
the crazy clatter of limbs
as the gas tank makes
with my soul
but a solitary lizard
to hear the desert's song.
DistressFinally found a place to rest my headDistress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Received a cold stone floor instead
For a while please don't let me go
I really do need this so
Only if for a night
No light despite
For my violent eyes
For my wicked lies
For my bloody demise
I'm a fool and I am blind
I can't just leave the past behind
And I'm done with my toxic heart
I'm gonna cut it out and let it rot
I've been dragging my regrets around
Tonight I'll bury them in the ground
For my violent eyes
For my wicked lies
For my bloody demise
It's hard to run with the devil on your back
It can't be clawed off no matter how much you hack
Every demon wants its pound of flesh
In the end it's all I am I guess
I really can't see a clear way
All the demons come out to play
For my violent eyes
For my wicked lies
For my bloody demise
My cries is just a mournful sound
I have no reason to seem astound
I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot
To touch the skyI want to rideTo touch the sky7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the London eye
once in my life
touch the sky
don't ask me why
because I'm alive
I want to try
I wanna fly
look into my eyes
I want to sing
as daylight dies
don't ask me why
I'm full of light
when I see skyes
reflected in your eyes
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Mark of Athena IIIAnnabethMark of Athena III4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Annabeth followed Piper and Leo off the boat, walking straight onto the dry grass in the middle of a field they'd landed in. At first it was hard to ignore the 200 or so Roman soldiers stood straight in front of them. Quite a few of them seemed to be in mild shock, first a great big Greek warship lands right in their back garden, then Jason their lost hero comes strutting out telling them they've got to be nice to a bunch of Greek demigods, then a bunch of Greek demigods walk of their ship completely unarmed and wanting to be best friends.
ADHD getting the better of her, she noted the large, marble buildings in the backdrop, which they had cleverly nestled in the heart of the Berkeley hills. She also noticed how much bigger it was than then camp half-blood, with two different sets of buildings set a little way apart from each other.
A little further away from the bulk of the Roman legion, Jason was surrounded by separate group of peo
Insomniiprea obosită să mai gândescInsomnii3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nu mai știu, nu mai pot
îmi trec mâna peste pagini
ca orbii, dar nu mai știu să citesc
și nu mai am ochii verzi
nu i-am avut niciodată, mereu cărpui
urăsc (nu,nu,la naiba, nu!) ochii cărpui
niciodată nu vor să se închidă
niciodată nu vor să doarmă
avea chihlimbar în ochi și suflet castaniu
superb, superb, cel mai frumos suflet
prea obosită să mai gândesc
nu mă lasă să adorm
care-mi desenează cearcăne sub ochi
fii mai urâtă decât erai deja"
chihlimbarul încă n-a apus în mine
nu de tot
de-ar muri odată
vreau să dorm
Ice - Chapter 5(LokixReader)You walked around the carrier aimlessly. You really should have asked for directions before embarking on this little mission. You then wandered into the room on the screens, with the glass cage. There were railings around the cage, and the ground was metal. There was a control panel on the other side of the room, which you assumed was for the cage security. The man was sitting on a small bench in the cage. He had slicked back, black hair, emerald green eyes, and he was wearing a lot of leather. It is him! Before he noticed your presence, you made your way back to your room and grabbed your sketchbook. You also fixed your hair a bit in the bathroom mirror. You then walked back to Loki's cell.Ice - Chapter 5(LokixReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Um Hi." you said. He looked up at you, then stood up.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked. You stared him up and down. He had definitely gro
Monster [John Egbert x Troll!Reader] (Songfic)Monster [John Egbert x Troll!Reader] (Songfic)6 months ago in Horror More Like This
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here,
Looking through the window.
John stood in the middle of his room and stared at the clock. It was already midnight during the middle of winter and John could not sleep. You grin devilishly and float over to the window. You place your hands on the glass and peer through. You wipe the icy layer off the glass and cup your face to the window.
You tap the window and see the young man jerk back and sigh. He cautiously opened up the window and met face to face with you. "Uh...hey?" The raven haired boy scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "You must be John right?!" You ask with joy in your expression.
"Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you-" "[Name]. My name is [Name]." John smiled at your enthusiasm and chuckled. "Nice to meet you! Come in you must be freezing." John grinned and opened up the window for you. You flew inside and landed let your cold feet hit the warm
Mark Of Athena VMark Of Athena V3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Percy looked nervous sat on the chair next to Reyna, Frank could tell. He probably just wanted to be with Annabeth who was made to stand with Leo and the other girl in the background. Jason stood a little forward, waiting to be questioned like he was on trial, with Octavian beside him to counteract whatever he said. Hazel who was by Frank's side reached and squeezed his hand, he was glad she had finally noticed him after spending the last half an hour staring at Leo. He wasn't exactly jea
T.W. in AutumnI once sawT.W. in Autumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this drab world
from the bottom
of a bottle -
not cheap, so cheap
like bright-eyed boys
who lose their lustre
past twenty -
the good stuff,
smooth and dark
and heady to the brain.
I sigh and leave them
to grow old like me.
Shame on a god
who snatches away
from my sight!
I look at nature.
In Fall, I fall
for the cool air
of New England,
along tree-lined lanes
lead me too far...
It is autumn,
the season of putrification-
orange and red
then black on the earth.
I can not see
the bough grow heavy
with rain and seed.
I can not hear
the children laugh
or watch their
run to scold them
for their dangerous
games of youth.
I am alone
with my life.
Do not weep for me,
who fall in love
so easily, not easily
as I put on my mask
and leave you for dead.
Be dead like the leaves
but take my life
before you go...
BlackbirdBlackbird onBlackbird3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the shepherd's hook -
a glistening eye,
a piercing look.
against the sky
and do not ask
the where or why.
the shepherd's hook
becomes your home.
in that velvet moon.
The orange morning
wakes too soon.
Whisper in the valleyWhisperWhisper in the valley2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
Ways to Drive Loki up the wallWays to drive Loki up the wall:Ways to Drive Loki up the wall3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Ask him to kneel
2. Tell him that Thor is better than him
3. Ask him whether he had done things with Thor, and videotape his reactions.
4. Put him alone in a room with Hulk.
5. Put him in a room with Thor in an crazy mood.
6. Show him ThunderFrost, Frostiron and any other yaoi pairings photos & videos.
7. Replace his scepter with a cardboard one.
8. Steal his hair gel and hide it.
9. Tell him that he will never take over the world.
11. Squeal at every word he says.
12. Glomp on him for the entire day.
13. Follow him around for 24 hours. Including in his sleep.
14. Take pictures of him bathing (NAKED) and post everywhere. (Tumblr, Flickr, Facebook, Twitter, Fanpop, Google, etc.)
15. Tell him that he is a slut.
16. Ask him whether he is a gay, and if he says no, run all over Asgard telling everyone he is gay. If he says yes ._____________.
17. Ask him whether he likes Lady Gaga.
18. Steal his clothes when he is half-awake.
19. Call him a cockroach.
SympathyMurderer of mine, why are you still here?Sympathy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see that I have died?
Leave me in the cold, till the snow covers me up.
My soul now forever embedded in the frost.
And this is dangerous
These feelings you have for both of us
Murderer of mine, why do you seem sad?
Did you mean for me to die?
Throw me in the water
Don't think about the splash I will create
Remember all the things you just escaped.
And this is torturous
These choices you make for both of us
Murderer of mine, why are you still here?
Can't you see that I have died?
You tied me to the tracks and waited till the morning train arrives
You never looked back, I got to see the sunrise
And this is murderous
This obsession you have of us
Murderer of mine, why are you crying?
It's not your life that has been lost.
Just leave me in the rain
Wipe away your tear stain
I didn't expect you could feel pain
The one-legged WarblerNo accident -The one-legged Warbler2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no mean-eyed cat
to catch and tear -
no threatening race
from nest to test
your prowess and
One leg to stand on -
didn't know while
in mother's wing -
but you can sing!
And that was spring...
In summer green,
you could not perch
on any branch -
a groundling's plight
to scurry fast,
could pick and peck,
could not keep up
without a fight.
Could not compete
with brother birds
in startled flock -
no mother's breast
to hide within -
no brother friend
to soar and spin...
Not wanted by a mate or kin -
feathers soft in fledgeling year.
Brown as the grass
on meadow's face-
A kind Creator painted here.
Gold summer's bloom
and queenly lace.
You are perfect in your mind
Survival beckons all your kind.
Could not concieve of higher things
but you can fly
and you can sing!
winter moonCold winter moon-winter moon5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tree tops
In bitter nightIn bitter nightIn bitter night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the trail
as a human heart
a painting once
a blue black sky,
of thawing Moos
by spring spirits -
wait! an animal
passed here -
not a man
A hero lies
in that sinking
of a century -
dead men's hearts
The bleary stars
on and off
to my footfall -
look up, look down...
this is a town
of the dead
L'OMBRE GRISEL'Ombre Grise.L'OMBRE GRISE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Méchée de gel atone la prêtresse dépèce le squelette
Des vallées mortes
Ses longs silences blancs de sel
Hurler le ciel catastrophe aux reliefs d'éthers froids
La bouche offerte aux serpents
Paralysée de suicides rêches les béances
Massacre des autels ses ongles d'acier glace au cur de cannibale
Le vent du vide déroulait les draps du carnage
Sur sa face de pierre
Elle a rincé l'Épire noircie aux foudres du chêne silence
Où broyés de bronze ses soleils creux ensevelissent les vestiges du double
Morne Dodone les fleurs amorphes sèchent cruelles cicatrices et la Terre
Cadavres fracturés aux yeux stridents d'abysses c'est le règne des loups
Dans les lugubres bois mugir les feux mobiles des souterrains sans lune
Surgissant à sa dextre les dieux sont soumis les scolopendres
The Importance of Gold FlecksHereditary.The Importance of Gold Flecks3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I learned the meaning of the word when I was young on a summer afternoon. Too hot to play outside, I was sitting with my dad on our blue couch with the small white polka dot fabric. In retrospect, it was probably a tacky piece of furniture, but love is unconditional when you are small, and I sure did love that couch. I remember my dad watching Winnie the Pooh with me every Saturday morning on its spotted cushions. That day, though, we had a conversation about eyes that I never forgot, and even then, its deeper meaning was not lost on me.
"Daddy, your eyes are green like a cat's," I said.
He smiled, and told me that mine were also green, but unlike his, they changed colors. "Sometimes they are blue. Your eyes were so blue when you were a baby! Big and blue.... Someti
CemeteryStone angelsCemetery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
peer from dark,
dead eyes -
feel their fixed
lengthen over you
in the silent
of dead souls,
or you may fall.
Do you hear
See a light?
Recognize a house
in the far
Fading in the night
even the solitary walker
fix their eyes,
fold their wings,
throw their shadows
Rest, weary traveler,