WantedEver wanted to scream "I hate you!" To the world?Wanted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever wanted to burn that big stalk of homework on your desk?
Ever wanted to hit someone for being stupid?
Ever wanted to just let it out
Then just smile and say "Oh, its fine."
When you're really thinking
Why do I have to do all the damn work again?
Ever wanted to slap some sense
Into people for being
Have you ever said "I'm ok."
When really, you're not?
Have you ever wanted to believe in lies?
Because there nicer then the truth?
Have you ever been ignored?
Because of what you believe in?
Have you ever thought the world would end?
Because you're having a bad day?
Have you ever thought of never waking up
Because you don't want to see the next day?
Have you ever wanted a friend?
Who am I?[Who am I?]Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I am me.."
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
FriendFriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dim candle it is
A dear friend of his
Moments it lasts
Memories it casts
Silent as it is
A dear friend it is
A day at the Forest.. With Slender.A day at the Forest.. With Slender.2 years ago in Horror More Like This
You were sitting comfortably in your chair, reading a book that was held by your hands. School was pretty crazy, alright. Especially when they make rumours about silly things. There was one rumour that got you almost laughing, and that was the rumour about Slender man. They say that he wears a tuxedo, has lots of tentacles and has no face. Well, you weren't convinced. You gave out a small chuckle as you continued to read.
"Hey, ___!" a voice said. You removed your gaze from the book, and looked up. Your friends, Lucie and Serah stood in front of you as you rolled your eyes from the smiles plastered on their faces. Lucie and Serah were twin sisters, one wearing the same clothing as the other. They both had the same hoodie, skinny jeans and converse shoes. Except Lucie's hoodie was teal-coloured, and Serah's were purple. Not to mention that their hairstyles as well, were different. Both brunettes, but Lucie's hair was in a side ponytail, itself resting against Lucie's left shoulder. As f
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
KiHae: To Remember You ByKiHae: To Remember You ByKiHae: To Remember You By4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Will you be gone for long?"
It was the question Donghae had been afraid of asking all morning, but he knew that if he didn't ask he would regret it immensely. Missing him would be hard enough and not knowing when he could see his smile again would be even harder.
"It depends if the shooting schedule will go according to plan", Kibum replied as he continued packing his bag.
Shirts, pants, socks, accessories, hidden underwear in between his toiletries. Donghae smiled a little at the embarrassed look on Kibum's face when the later realized hiding his underwear had failed. He shouldn't even have to hide it, they were both guys and had occasionally shared a room. Somehow Kibum felt uncomfortable, he had been feeling edgy all day.
"I'm sorry I can't help with the new album", he spoke softly and sincerely, his eyes lowering to his suitcase as he re-arranged his belongings so it would fit and he zipped it up.
Donghae leaned back on the bed, shrugging a little.
Ju-on: The Grudge| Part 1Ju-on: The Grudge| Part 12 years ago in Horror More Like This
You rested on a bench, admiring the scene of Tokyo which was in Japan. You always wanted to go here, having to visit another country for one month wasn't something you would be able to do everyday. Although, the hardest part about being in Japan was that you couldn't speak a lot of Japanese. How were you going to be able to communicate with everyone? You sighed quietly, swinging your legs as you waited for your mom to arrive. She said that she was going to find a taxi, though once again, you and her couldn't speak Japanese much. Too bad she ignored you. You smiled lightly when your eyes caught sight of your mom, jumping up and running to her.
"We'll, mom? Did you find a taxi?" You asked, even though you expected a 'no', obviously. Your mom shook her head. "Sorry sweetie," she replied, "I didn't. I wouldn't be able to anyway's, turns out that everyone can't speak Japanese." You rolled your eyes; of course, and it's not like you wouldn't expect that sooner.
"Then how are we going to find
A Wish For FreedomA Wish For Freedom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Wish For Freedom
I, a child birthed in chains
Raised in a cage
But on this day- they will break
I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “
Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me
I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival
Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone
Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars
I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral
Care not, for those w
Leeteuk x Reader... SurpriseWrapped in each other’s arms, you and your always cheerful boyfriend Leeteuk sat comfortably on your bed. You had your head rested on his shoulder and he had his arms slung around you, and you both stared off into the distance, just cherishing the simple moments you spent together on days like these. It was sunny outside, but you both just wanted to spend a lazy day inside, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.Leeteuk x Reader... Surprise2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed out in content and Leeteuk grabbed your small hand, gripping it with the utmost pleasure. He loved spending his extra time with you, and not only that, he loved any moment that you had together. He was always busy between photo shoots and performances; he barely had any time left. But he managed to take that small time, and amplify its meaning by turning it into the best few minutes you’ve ever spent with him.
While shifting into a more comfortable position, you knocked down a few stuffed animals that were placed on your bed. You briefly let go of Leete
KingRussiaXReader Sunflower or Roses Chapter 9 1/2KingRussiaXReader Sunflower or Roses Chapter 9 1/22 years ago in Romance More Like This
(Name) gave sigh and stood up following him to the Sunflower field. Though she wouldn't admit it, the field looked much prettier- only because of the sunset of course.
"Sunflowers are so much more... romantic aren't they?" The King asked. (Name) snorted.
"(Name)" the King muttered taking off a Sunflower. He glanced at her.
"I want to tell you something"
(Name) blinked. "What?" she asked bluntly.
The King stared at (Name). If he said it now. He could- why not? he was the King after all! He could do anything! He was the King- no, he used to think that...but not now. Deep down he was just a pitiful humanbeing. Ever since (Name) had come he had realized his ugly self. He couldn't believe himself. No, he couldn't do anything he wanted- he may be King but t
Looking To The SkyLooking To The Sky:Looking To The Sky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet yearning from the depths of my soul.
Blessed is my mind that drinks of this knowledge.
Though stubborn at first, rejecting its hand.
I have learned to accept it as my only salvation.
From the streets which have long been my home.
I look to the skies and the clouds above.
Through my skills I shall rise, so I may catch the stars.
Even if the journey might be as heavy as stone.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th September 2013, posted by Co-Captain Hayes
Cajita MusicalCajita musical.Cajita Musical7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Baila, baila, hermosa muñeca de porcelana. Gira, gira, mi preciosa bailarina, reina de la caja musical. Tú no tienes cuerdas, ni corazón que te controle, solo vives bailando, dando vueltas de lado a lado.
Este triste juguete te mira desde el suelo, como danzas y haces que tu belleza, tu historia y tu pasado se reflejen en tus movimientos agraciados.
Yo, en cambio, siempre seré un viejo peluche arrumbado en el rincón. Estoy roto, pero jamás mi corazón. Eres dueña de él, y de muchos más, eres hermosa, única y grandiosa a la vez.
Pero tu caja está muy por encima del suelo, que es donde yo estoy y estaré por siempre, en este olvidado cuarto de juegos.
Jamás podré estar junto a ti, ni danzar a tu lado bueno, de todas maneras, soy más torpe que nada, estoy hecho de trapo. Estaré viejo, estaré sucio, pero horrendo no soy.
Pero tú estas por encima de mí. Esa mesa
Chory FeliksRaz Polska był chory i leżał w łóżeczku.Chory Feliks5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I przyszedł Pan Doktor. - Jak się masz, Feleczku?
- Źle bardzo, Doktorze, bo w gardle mnie ściska,
a w ustach mam coś tak jakby z bagniska,
i niech mi Pan Doktor totalnie coś stwierdzi,
bo, że tak już powiem, to z buzi mi śmierdzi "
Wziął za puls Pan Doktor poważnie chorego
i szybko przebadał Feliksa biednego.
- Źle bardzo gorączka, źle bardzo, Feleczku
Oj długo ty, długo poleżysz w łóżeczku."
- Dlaczego Doktorze? Co mi wciąż dolega?
I jak ta choroba generalnie przebiega?"
- Feliksie, mój miły lekarz tak naucza
Twój naród kochany sam Ci tak dokucza
Bo gdzie się podziała, Twa duma i chwała?
- Pod przekleństwami po świecie się wala!
Co spacja to Ku**a, wykrzyknik Pie***le
I nic w tym dziwne
After EverythingAfter everything, this is how we go?After Everything2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out in a quiet, repressed whisper
at the end of a silent period;
it has finally become too much,
I am exhausted of the lies and invisible demons.
Because I can see what this really is.
This is punishment, for not being there
when you want me, for being gone
when you wish I wasn’t, for not giving my attention
when you wanted acknowledgement the most.
Half-truths are still lies.
You’re feeling alone in a room full
of the people who love you
but you are too scared to put away
the masks and pride which drive this story.
After everything this is how we go.
Not out in a cruel exchange of words
meant to tear each other apart with barbs;
ironically it is through being fake
to one another and in denial because of fear.
That doesn’t matter anymore.
Beyond the wall you have put up
I will be waiting because I love you;
The honest, strong person you are beneath
is more important than all the wrong done.
Moving forward is easy
I have my hand out
VIII. a note on self-injury. let me be the first to tell you that cutting doesn't bring about the same pain that an accidental slice, abrasion, wound, or nick does.VIII. a note on self-injury.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
relief, calm, focus, release, yes-
but pain? hardly.
a doctor might tell you that the two wounds are the same. but any cutter will tell you that no other scrape or cut will run as read, as true- with as much force as that which is self-inflicted.
a cut, you see, is perfect. it's kind. it's understanding. it washes away all chaos and emotional turmoil with beads of red (and if you're deep enough, mahogany) that quickly join and run down the length of your arm.
a cut is simple. predictable. the slice, the bite. the blood. the scab. the itching the next day. the eventual scarring. the fading. and when you can no longer see the angry marks, the inexplicable and undeniable urge to make them appear again.
even your excuses are bland a
I'm Pregnant Aru! Ch.2 A RussiaxNyoChina FanficI'm Pregnant Aru! Ch.2 A RussiaxNyoChina Fanfic1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few weeks has passed since the couple had that steamy night. Right now it's early in the morning and China is just getting up she is wearing a red and pink chinese-style pajamas. She looks to her side to see that her husband Russia is already up and about because he's not in bed. She feels a little queasy when she first gets up from bed but it subsided moments later. She sees her stuffed panda that Russia bought her when they started dating on the nightstand and grabs a hold of it.
"Hmmm it all started with this cute little thing aru" smiles China as she then holds the panda near her chest. She then walks into the Living room where she smells food being cooked as she walks to the kitchen she sees her husband Russia who is wearing a white tank top along with his older sister's scarf around his neck and gray sweatpants.
"Zǎoshang hǎo, qīn'ài de ā lǔ" smiles China as she kisses Russia
"Dobroye utro tebe slishkom<
Welcome to my lifeDear little me,Welcome to my life4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When you spend those hours
Curled in your bed
Your only friend the stuffed animal
You can't bear to part with
Remember who you are
Remember who your friends were
Before they left you stranded
A million miles behind
Remember every sad little jibe they made
And lock those deep down inside
Summon up the image
Of those eyes that never accepted
That you wouldn't bow down
To their conformity
Now let it all out
Jagged breaths tearing at your heart
And once your tears stop flowing
Little rivulets down your face
Stand up proudly
Strut your beauty and your confidence
The things that I swear I've lost
I will never have the will power you did
To bear those tormented school days
Beaten and whipped like a dog
And still be able to get back up
Look them in the eye and say
You will never change who I am
I am looking up to you, my little me
Because when things finally turn around
And the word friend means someone you can rely on whenever you need them
I will be curled in my bed
Return To the Juke JointReturn To the Juke Joint4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Dave hurried down the hall of his dorm, eager to get to his room to tell Ian about everything that happened tonight. He had never been so excited and scared to death all at the same time before in his life. 'So so exhilarating!' he thought to himself. Once at his door, he opened the door and burst inside to see
"Ian! You won't believe what I did tonight!"
Ian looked up from his magazine with a arched brow as he laid on the twin size bed opposite Dave's.
" Uh let me a guess hm it's after , midnight " he then glanced down at Dave's shoes taking notice of the mud " you went to see Lady Thunder's mud wrestling match. You ass! you didn't tell me you had tickets!"
Dave laughed a bit as he put his things down on his side of the room.
"I didn't have tickets. Paul had a few extra though. But no, I played at a juke joint down at the Foot Hills." He grinned.
Ian rolled his eyes clearly showin
Cazar ideasCazar ideas3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
Kindness- Ch1Kindness- Ch12 years ago in Drama More Like This
Flying Over Seas
Do my parents hate me that much that they would send me to live with my cousin in Seoul? I hate them so much for this, because they never side of the story.
In truth, my parents had no right to send me away. I mean it didn’t’ matter that I hit the principal at my famous dance school back home, because he was a creeper in my terms and had a big mouth. I smile at the memory of him getting a black eye.
I should thank my friend for blackmailing the principal to make sure that it didn’t go on my school record or that charges probably would have been filed. Still my parents wanted to transfer me somewhere since I’m a problem child.
I sigh when I finally get out of the airport terminal and I’m able to stretch more than a few inches without worrying about hitting the blonde boy that sits right next to me in first class.
When I’m walking away from customs I feel a bit freer even if I know simple Korean even after three months of goin
crosswords + dot-to-dots.two a.m,crosswords + dot-to-dots.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your kitchen,
lighting cigarettes on your stove.
i'm thankful for
or your arms wouldn't be
holding me close.
time is as long as
this cigarette will allow -
is here & now.
with each flick
of my wrist,
my eyes do the same -
from your clothes
to your oceanic eyes
to your sunken in face.
i want your taste -
but ashes linger
in my mouth
& your hand headed south
& i guess we were playing
i searched for the words
to fill your
but you searched for
my body's beginning
to connect its dots.
Mpreg mangaAnimal XMpreg manga2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Know You're in South Country
Jappa no Amane
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! dj - Bucking Horse and Sparrow's Family Situation Returns
Kudan no Kuroneko
Togainu no Chi dj - Gekkan Keisu-Inu
Yu Yu Hakusho dj - Love Me Tender
Zense to Gense to Kimi to Ore
Cruising For Love [CH.3]Bon Voyage?Cruising For Love [CH.3]4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Look, there it is!" Orihime gasped, her face pressed to the window of the taxi as they pulled into the port. "It's huge."
When they stopped at the curb Orihime slipped out of the cab quickly, holding her sunhat to her head to protect it from the swell of a salty ocean breeze. Her dark eyes glimmered in visible awe at the sight before them, the white walls of the cruise liner sweeping up to the cloudless sky like the tallest of buildings, tiny round windows in perfectly lined rows making a pretty polka dot pattern down the sides of the ship.
It was beautiful.
At her side Ulquiorra gazed up at the ship himself, not nearly as impressed with what was to be his prison for the next two weeks.
After the cab driver had finished placing their cases on the sidewalk and Orihime had paid him, she began pulling her own up the ramp towards the line of passengers waiting to board, urging Ulquiorra to follow with a cheerful smile.
Thankfully the line was moving a