Time To GoMemories start to fadeTime To Go8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And soon it takes more than your name
To make me smile again
I know you don't love me
I can't deny it anymore
Have to stop playing these little games with myself
Stop saying you'll soon love me for sure
You're standing with that girl again
The one with lip gloss smudged all over her face
You move your hands to her waist
And keep them there.
To show her off without a care
Or a single thought
As to how I might feel
At least I'm not a floozy and what I feel is real
To be honest I smile to myself whenever you get hurt
Then think of ways to mend a broken heart
Some homebrewed remedy for a fresh start
You're taking up needed space in my heart
Sitting there, gathering dust
There should be nothing left for you,
No love or lust
Just pure obsession
And it's time to let go.
heartbeat."how do you spell a heartbeat?"heartbeat.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"a heartbeat. the sound of a heartbeat."
all i hear is your steady breathing over the phone.
"i don't think heartbeats have a particular spelling to it."
"what do you mean?"
again, you take awhile to find the right words to say.
"for example, some people's heartbeat may sound like thump-thump. some may be tha-thump, or ba-thump. it depends on the person, if you know what i mean."
(i espiecially hate it when you assume i never understand you.)
"yeah, i think i do."
after a pause,
i ask, "so, what does my heartbeat spell like?"
"i don't know."
i am running, sprinting past a chain of dream-filled oak trees with hope dangling on every leaf.
what does it feel like?
it feels, i feel,
exhilarating, wasted, hopeful, letdown, heart-squeezed and trapped.
i gave up on every single dream to reach you. but right now,
i'm stuck in your labyrinth trying to find you and you know what's worse?
"Your Message Has Been Sent""Your message has been sent.""Your Message Has Been Sent"8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most final words in the English language.
Well okay, there's words like
But no string of words
Could measure up to
"Your message has been sent."
"They've seen it."
"They've read it."
"It cannot be undone."
"Nothing less desperate than hacking into their personal account and deleting that message as soon as possible could ever stop this person from reading your message from you to them"
A message, eh?
A very powerful thing.
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
Or in this case,
"The keyboard is mightier than the H-Bomb."
'Cuz who really uses swords anymore?
Or writes letters for that matter?
It's a communication.
Without it, we're solitary beings.
Whose sole purpose is to survive.
And that's all.
An empty existance
Is what befalls of us without communication.
Without a message.
They've seen it
They've read it
It cannot be undone.
"Your message has been sent"
Things Went Wrong Part VIIIf anything Riku had decided that trying to sleep was a wasted effort.Things Went Wrong Part VII7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By the time the sun had come up he was sure that once or twice hed dozed for ten minutes or so, but nothing more than that. He felt oddly awake no matter how hed strived for rest and in the end the sight of sunshine creeping through the blinds made him sit up with a groan, defeated.
Who needs sleep? The murmur passed his lips as he brushed the mess of silver away from his eyes with one hand, the other picking up his clock to check the time. Five thirty in the morning was enough news to make him cringe, far too early to walk to school and way too much free time in which he could only occupy himself with breakfast which he was too much of a hazard for and his thoughts.
Neither sounded very appealing as he set the clock back in its place and flopped back onto his bed. His gaze wandered the blank ceiling for a few moments as he thought about not thinking, which of course didnt
Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 2DISCLAIMER:Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yugi, Atemu, and others DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! They belong to the people who made the show and manga, got it? TY!
FROM ATEMU'S P.O.V.
Message: Re. An Inquirey.
Atemu? You're alive? You came back? You gave up your afterlife and pardice? ARE YOU CRAZY!?
The message on his little labtop screen was almost too sweet to bear. It hurt Atemu to look at it, simply because he had finally found him... He had finally found his hikari, his Yugi. And he'd just been called crazy. 'Lovely greeting, Yugi' he thought. Are you crazy. Ah, but it was a good question to ask. Was he crazy? Atemu chuckled a little, and hit the reply button. That's when he felt it.
The wave that crashed down on his hikari, the despair that now, too, enveloped him. He knew he would more acutely feel this if he were near Yugi, but this pain was so intense! Was this what his Yugi had been feeling all this time? He typed rapidly his reply:
You're in pain, Aibou. Where are you? Tell m
Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 1"Logging in as Y-Millennium..."Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Welcome back, Y-Millennium, you have 1 messages, 1 is new!"
18 year-old Yugi Moto, the Japanese top gamer blinked at the computer screen. A message from someone on the forum? That was unusual. He didn't get along very well with people on the Net, just like in real life. Depression ruled him, and it caused him to say very depressing things. Most people just told him to commit suicide, others said get over it, and some were kind enough to lend advice on how to get through this 'phase' of his. But it wasn't a phase. It was because...
Stop thinking about that, Yugi commanded himself. Thinking about that only leads to pain. So, without another thought, Yugi opened the link to his inbox, and checked over the title of the message along with the user name that sent it.
From: Y-Egyptian-King Subject: An Inquirey.
Y-Egyptian King, huh? Thought Yugi. Y-E-K was well-known for his strange opinions on things, and for his way of talking, he'd heard
RikuRoku - Little Red +WIP+RikuRoku - Little Red +WIP+7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Little red, little red
Walking through the woods,
Little red, little red
There the wolf had stood,
Little red, little red
Should he run of should he stay?
Little red, little red
The Wolf only wants to play,
Little red, little red
So hither to the wolf he came,
Little red, little red
And now his blood it will stain.
~by Hannah K.H.
RikuRoku - Little RedRikuRoku - Little Red7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
MHC: Officalness!! IT BURNS!!!!
MHC: on to the ficcy!
Welcome home, Roxas! Olettes words played through the blondes mind like a broken record. Home More like Hell Roxas hissed as he entered the huge gap in the Twilight squares wallhis red trench coat flickering in the wind behind him like a fire. Upon entering, he was greeted by a beautiful sight: a forest illuminated with fireflies hovering slowly in certain areas. The full moon could be seen through a gap in the trees; making rays of light shine through certain spots in the branches.
The blonde sighed as he casually approached the opening. Upon reaching it, he sat down in the grass before averting his gaze up at the moon.
Roxas sighed and let himself fall backwards onto the soft grass. He smiled to himself. I guess Sora was rightit feels so much better to have this weight lifted off my shoulders. Roxas closed his eyes. A year ago, when Roxas
Run AwayRun Away9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When you are scared and all the walls are closing in
You're feeling empty and your breath is growing thin
You're confused and it's becoming hard to see
Remember, always, you can run away to me.
You're afraid, that's okay
Everybody has to go there
You're afraid, so you say
It's not something you must, alone, bear
"In the morning I'll be better, wait and see"
But we both know that it won't be so easy
In the meantime you'll be crossing land and sea
On a journey that will take you back to me
When you have lost all reminiscence of control
You're terrified and you can't find your spine nor soul
Everbody's an encumberance you can't stand
There's nothing left, so run back to my open hands
When you are scared and all the walls are closing in
You feel dirty, need to wash away your sin
When all you think about is needing to break free
Remember, always, you can run away to me.
Love without a heart ch.1Love without a heartLove without a heart ch.19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What's wrong with you blondie? You move slower than a heartless!" Axel laughed as he dodged another hit from Roxas. The blonde boy growled in frustration while Axel continued to taunt and tease him. He threw his blade to the ground and leaned on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Axel had been training him nonstop since he had woken up. After he first arrived here and recovered completly, Xemens had requested that Axel train Roxas. Roxas didn't really understand completly what he was being trained for exactly, but he went along with it. "A-Axel...can...can we please take a break?" Axel raised a brow. "Tired already? Man you really are weak! Nothing like that keyblade wieling twerp...though you really do resemble him." Roxas looked up. "Do you have to keep compairing me to him?!" He picked his blade back up and charged at Axel. The red head laughed and blocked his hit. "Nice try Roxas, but you need more practice before you can land a hit on me!" Roxas
He Can'tHe cant cant say no.He Can't8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Determined, fiery hands were at his throat, slender fingers ensnaring his neck. Roxas closed his eyes, wondering for a moment if this was right. But that single finger that shifted, stroked against the skin, caused a shiver; forced him to ignore. To forget.
He could feel the caress of warm breath on his cheek, and the way the taller boy pressed closer against his body his body. He was here now. Not a dream, not unreachable, but here.
Roxas sighed as soft lips brushed his, no longer caring about what should and shouldn't be. This was him, Roxas, not somebodys other. Where they fell short, Roxas didnt have to follow. Too many times he had stopped himself; drawn back before he got in the way. But this hurt too much felt too good to keep denying himself this one pleasure.
He cant ignore love.
Silver filled his vision when he flicked open his eyes. As the other boy pulled away,
Another Unheard Love PoemIt's like drowning in your own bathtub, with no one to hear you cry.Another Unheard Love Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's like growing to be 110, and spending the last 30 years wishing you'd die.
It's like spending the summer on Miami Beach and going home with no tan.
It's like watching the girl of your dreams in the arms of another man.
It's like walking to her house every day and she's never home.
It's like being called by no one, but spending every minute on the phone.
It's like investing all your hopes and dreams in the most unreliable bank of mental faith.
It's like feeling every minute of your countless efforts has been a waste.
It's like getting dumped at the altar and still wearing the ring.
It's knowing she'll read this, and it won't change a fucking thing...
65 Roses65 Roses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How is it you can cry for someone you don't even know?
You hear their story and feel this sadness in your heart and soul
But you can never imagine the pain their parents feel
To feel the sadness of knowing your child will die soon
You wonder "What can I do?"
Yet, know that you can't do enough
You feel it is unfair
Not only to the child, but to the world
But for most, the next day the thought of that child will be gone
As life surrounds them again and they are lost in their own world
Thoughts of the child in the hidden caverns of ones mind, lost and forgotten
But what of that child?
Just because you have forgotten them doesn't mean they will just be alright
Life isn't a happy fairy tale
One day they won't be here
It makes me cry
The thought of that small heart no longer beating on this planet
No longer sharing their love with others
Their life cut short by something they couldn't control
Something that isn't their fault....
ToA - Chatroom MayhemToA - Chatroom Mayhem8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Text in parenthesis means the character is thinking it, not saying it. Also, /////// = blushing, just like in the game. Warning: contains naughty language (it's emperor Peony's fault) and some slight yaoi referencing. Enjoy? O_o;
Luke has entered the chat
I_heart_Tokunaga: Ooooh! <3 it's LUKE!!! heehee... nice screen name, Luke... it's so unique...
LadyLanvaldier: oh, come now! He doesn't have to have a special nickname. Yours isn't even all that great
I_heart_Tokunaga: What?! boooooooo >_
A Whisper in your EarI love all of my friends on DA more than anythingA Whisper in your Ear9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but for the person this poem is too ...... you know who you are.....
Mass Effect: Goodnight, SihaMass Effect: Goodnight, Siha4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"One ninety seven."
Normally, Shepard got her fair share of heart pounding excitement from missions. But the crew had been so focused on repairs and upgrades that Shepard was starting to hallucinate mining probes in her everyday routine.
"One ninety eight."
Since she was a child, Shepard had thrived on adrenaline. She worked hard, played hard, partied hard and saved sleeping for the dead.
"One ninety nine."
Except now she was dead and she suddenly couldn't sleep.
"Two ... hundred."
Shepard collapsed in a heap on the floor of her quarters. She stared at the ceiling, thin beads of sweat tracing down her face and neck, meditating to her heartbeat. She let her eyes close and her breathing steady. The low hum of the ship seeped into that part of her brain that comforted her.
The ship with the awkward engine timing, and the blinking lights, and the artificial intelligence that watched you while you slept...
It was impo
Prelude to RuinIt was a city in chaos.Prelude to Ruin7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he stood upon his rooftop precipice he could take in all of the pandemonium with idle survey, his eyes trained for the tell-tale signs of a black coat. Yet amongst those soldiers and civilians who struggled below he did not see much else beyond splashes of vibrant color, and a single figure in black but his ridiculous hat ruled him out before further investigation was needed.
In the center of the town square before the great cathedral, they had gathered as that man set alight a bonfire, a woman nearly swept up in the arms of flame. The blaze had licked at her heels as thick smoke clouded sickly in the air, not unlike the many houses in Paris that burned and smoldered in brilliant pyres intermittently along various streets.
The city burned, and as it did, ash and soot rose in the air, stifling as the sun would set in a reddened sky. Admittedly at the elevation it did tighten his chest, but he stubbornly remained in his vigil, watching the confusion and ruin wi
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
Bad cops Ch.7 Bad cops Ch.7Bad cops Ch.77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*warning yaoi bla bla bla.......ummm....PLEASE DONT SHOOT ME FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!! ITS PART OF MY PLAN!!!!
A figure slowly walks up the stairs, and stops at Deidara's room, they then slowly open the door, frown deepening seeing the sight. "DEIDARA IWA, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?!?!" he yells.
Deidara's eyes snap open, "Oh shit un..." he mumbles, sitting up, also waking Sasori up.
Sasori's eyes slowly open, "What is it?" he whispers.
"Deidara" growls the voice of his father.
Deidara gulps, "Y-yea Dad u-un?" ha asks.
Sasori turns and see's the man standing there, he had short dirty blonde hair, and dull blue eyes, he didn't look happy to see him.
The man glares at Sasori, "What the fuck are you doing in my sons bed?" he growls.
"Sleepin, whats it look like?" says Sasori cockily.
Deidara's eyes widen, Sasori shouldn't talk like that....
Deidara's father's eyes narrow, "Fine, what were you doing in h
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
On The Use Of DeathA little bit of helpful advice to those young padawan writers out there. The following applies to the writers of ALL prose, no matter what genre you're in, so listen up.On The Use Of Death8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Death in the use of storytelling is a very tricky thing, and I've seen plenty of writers and even filmmakers screw it up with the greatest of ease.
Now, please, don't get me wrong, death is a VERY powerful and emotionally motivating tool to use in prose, and can be the deciding factor in whether or not your story is cream or crap. By all means, it's there to be made use of, but you've got to remember that it's no arbitrary thing.
First of all, once you've made the decision to kill a characters, once it's been deemed by the events of your writing that an important person has to die, it has to have meaning behind it, or at least surrounding it. Either they've nobly sacrificed their lives for their loves and comrades, or they've become so depressed and withdrawn they finally turn to suicide for an escape, or their death h
Letter to DeidaraDear Deidara,Letter to Deidara7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've never been a very social person.
Even as a child, I enjoyed solitude. That's why this is so hard for me to say. But I have to, I really do, because if I don't tell you now I never will.
Okay, here goes...
I love you, brat.
I love you with every fiber of my being. My life's been brighter since you came into it. When I'm about to give up and feel like throwing my heart container into Zetsu's room, your bright blue eyes and brilliant smile save me.
I don't know why I'm telling you this there is, after all, no chance that someone like you would ever love an unfeeling puppet like me. No, you deserve much better. But still, I can't help but wonder what it'd be like falling askeep in your arms.
I'd kiss your forehead and cheer you up when you cry.
I'd play with your hair and laugh with you when you're happy.
I'd sit on the edge of your bed, watch you dream about happy things and hear you breath.
I'd fight the nightmares away when they come, be your knight in shining
Can You See Me? SasoDeiBook? Check. Pencils? Check. Notebook? Check. Folder? Check. Backpack? Check. Dairy? Check. Looks like I have everything, un.Can You See Me? SasoDei7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara walked out the door; shutting and locking it behind him. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, walked down the steps in front of his small home, and began his difficult walk to school. It was the middle of December, and the weather was not being kind.
Sasori slammed his fist down on the buzzing alarm clock and groggily climbed out of bed. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair before throwing on some clothes. He went downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast to eat on the way to school. Grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder, he exited the house. He didnt bother to lock the door since Chiyo hadnt left yet. Sasori threw his black backpack into the back of his Jaguar. He climbed into the front seat and started the car; pulling out of the driveway and heading o
Things Went Wrong Part IVAs he stepped out of the locker room Riku yawned widely, linking his fingers above his head as he stretched. Despite knowing it did little good he really wished he would wake up a little more, but he supposed having been up until two in the morning had not allowed him enough rest to expect the weariness to wear off anytime too soon.Things Went Wrong Part IV8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He crossed to the side of the gym where the other students were, and barely resisted the impulse to groan when he picked up on Tidus voice. Blitzball was of course the subject and something about a girl named Yuna that had come by during practice, and how cute she was, and something else that he didnt care to pay more attention to as he took his assigned place on the gym floor.
Wasnt that movie great, Riku? Sora inquired, learning around a blond guy named Seifer that had been placed between them specifically to cut down on side chatter. It didnt seem to have had the intended effect at all, and their human wall had learned