AddictionAddiction3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wherever I go I see it
It sees me wherever I go
Wherever I go I hear it
It hears me wherever I go
Wherever I go I feel it
It feels me wherever I go
Wherever I go I know it
It knows me wherever I go
Wherever I go I meet it
It meets me wherever I go
Wherever I go I'm reminded
It reminds me wherever I go
That wherever I go it follows
For it follows wherever I go
I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.I'm Alright2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s affecting my health.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I have too much I want to do before I die;
And too little time.
It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,
I want to be the best.
Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.
From a balcony, is the only time,
I hope you’ll look down on me.
I want to fight the demons in my head.
I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.
Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;
I just need to keep myself busy,
Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Fuck this health thing.
Mommy, I’m alright.
I just want you to be proud of me.
Still LifeAs a child I planted a singleStill Life6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seed where the sidewalk ends,
near the place of your remains.
It grew into an oak; strong and rigid.
Every autumn, I would watch
the leaves as they wither
away; as if to tell me that the
darkest times are coming
And that I should brace myself
For your death
Winters, I spend looking out
Into dusk, and admiring
the beauty of still life.
Through your slumber
I patiently wait for
The ferryman to carry
You home, but I've yet
To feel your warmth set free.
Springs, I see the branches
Rekindle their light,
I see the sunshine
For the first time
In forever ago.
I feel at ease.
I feel at home.
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
Lonely roadThe lonely road leads on foreverLonely road3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A road tread alone lasts forever
This road I once promised to walk with you
Forever and ever,forever lonely
I watched you slip
Down into the abyss
The deep dark abyss
So dark and cold
As you cried and despaired
I watched on helpless
Trying to pick you up everytime you fell
Carry you on my shoulder
Make you feel loved
You slipped and slipped
Stumbled and stumbled
I kept picking you up and up
Tears and pain
Sadness and disappointment
Torment and loneliness
I watched on helpless
Cried and watched
I held on to you,desperately holding on
You kept slipping from my hands
Like sand through open fingers
I held on tighter
You kept slipping away
I searched and thought
Pondered and obsessed
But never was able to figure out
How to help you
I felt like a failure
As I heard the sadness in your voice
Saw the tears in your eyes
Felt the pain in your heart
The inevitable happened
You fell never to rise again
Your laughter never to be heard again
Ambrosia para mi alma.Para que perdure en la memoria,Ambrosia para mi alma.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cuando ya no existan los recuerdos.
Para saber que no fue un sueño,
ni un suspiro en el tiempo.
Todas y cada una de esas bellas sentencias,
que alguna vez me dijiste sincero,
quedarán para siempre encarceladas,
en este humilde documento.
Pero de nada servirá,
reunir cada una de esas palabras.
Pues es el sentimiento que hay detrás,
lo que deseo ver perdurar en mis entrañas.
Y es que es la cita verdadera,
la más profunda y sincera;
como no podría ser de otra manera,
la que me deja noches en vela.
¡Así que dilo!
¡Dilo de esa manera!
¡Cuéntame lo que como luz mi alma anhela!
Lo que las voces gritan ahogadas,
Lo que los diablos se callan.
Confíame eso, de lo que me siento tan desesperada.
Dime que me quieres,
Cuando de mi alma no queden más que cenizas.
Dime que amas,
Cuando la felicidad se haga trizas.
Dime que me quieres,
Cuando la luna me desafíe ociosa.
Dime que me amas,
Cuando ninguna mirada sea jocosa.
Díselo ahora a esta sombra marchitada.
Pyres aren't just for the dead.I am a fire-starter;Pyres aren't just for the dead.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all dragon's breath,
birthed by flame.
When you finally said
you needed me, I was
already reborn. Ash smeared
along my face,
fire drizzling my body.
I'm not the girl you were
hoping for, darling.
Too wild for your clammy
hands to grip and sculpt,
I am blazing, igniting.
My hands house infernos, my
heart is now a hearth.
I do not need
you to keep me warm.
No AtlantisBeneath the mossy bones of the ocean deepNo Atlantis5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl?
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl,
Raking salty claws in sandy shores,
A vain and panicked grasp before they fall;
The home of homespun hypocrites and whores.
The moon reflects in heartless pantomime
A silver orb of glowing innocence
That mocks them as they're punished
Kyo Kara Maoh One-shotsKyo Kara Maoh One-shots7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kyo Kara Maoh Work Short Stories
The bed in the Other World was pretty comfortable. Okay, it was very comfortable, but Yuuri did much prefer his bed at home. Of course, while at home he often wished for the big confy bed of the Other World. But he even still he tended to like his own more. Because in his original dwelling, he didn't have a bed partner.
Yuuri jumped out of the fountain and began walking home with Murata. Home to an empty bed. He had been sharing one for so long, he had almost forgotten the feeling.
He slid into his bed happily, stretching out and waiting for sleep to take him. For once he wasn't being pushed around by the bed-hog in the Other World. A smile spread across his lips. Why he felt so accomplished to hold control over a bed, he didn't know. It was not a large feat if you're a Moah. Yuuri didn't care though.
The Maoh rolled over and shivered. His bed sheets were cold. That never happened when his so-called partner was with him. He
The Ultimate Reason for ChristmasPicture this:The Ultimate Reason for Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You’re driving home from work one Monday evening after a long day. You’re tapping along with the song on the radio when abruptly it is interrupted and a news report plays. It says that a new disease is sweeping across the nation. This new disease doesn’t have a cure yet and is very contagious. It advises everyone to stay home and to report to a hospital if any of the symptoms they listed started to appear. You are somewhat concerned but continue home as normal.
When you get home you go about your normal routine. As usual, you turn on the TV after dinner with your family. You’re surprised to find that none of the normal programs are playing. They all have been postponed and a special news coverage is playing instead. The first two women who were diagnosed with this mystery disease have died; exactly 24 hours from
Into nothingnessA silent scream,Into nothingness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A broken heart,
A sad thought,
Breaking of a man
Into a million pieces.
How did it all go wrong?
We were happy just yesterday,
Kissing and laughing from
Sunrise to sunset.
How did I not see
That you were dying inside,
Slowly fading away into nothingness.
You never told me how you felt,
Because you thougt it would
Break my heart.
A silly argument,
Tears and pain,
A shock when you said ''conditional love''.
Now you are gone,
Forever and ever,
I look at the letters,
Where we had written,
That we will hold on to each other,
Forever and ever.
Helpless I look at your letters,
A strand of your hair,
Your ear ring,
Mementos,reminders of a time,
When I felt whole.
I berate myself,
How could I have done this to you?
Was I the right person for you?
Why did it have to be so hard?
I promised myself,
I would always be thee for you,
Hold you,cherish you,protect you,
Respect you,cheer for you,make you smile,
Always make you feel loved.
I look at myself
Edward Elric's Runaway LyricsEdward Elric's Runaway Lyrics6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ed: Ahhh~ Ooo~Ahhhh~ Ooo~Ahhhhh~
1,2... 1,2,3, Lets go!
AJ: Lets grab Edo-kun
Tai & AJ: and PLAAAAAY~!!!
Ed: Hi, its me Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist!
Im getting older and taller,
Im getting to a point where I shouldnt be called a child or chibi-san anymore, but when I talked about it with Al
Al: But, Nii-san
AJ: You can still pull off chibi,
Cause youre still pretty short and cute~!
Ed: Chibi, Pipsqueak, Midget, Shrimp, Runt-
Ive been called them all and more!
And it always pisses me off! (scream)
Im not very good at listening
But I dont care what you have to say!
Except if you call me small.
Tai: Life is a difficult place to live~
Hes at the age where he just wants to go on a rampage~
Ed: "Hey Hey Hey!
Chibi-san, Chibi-san, Chibi-san,
Chibi-san, Chibi-san, Chibi-san!"
If you say you hate alchemists,
Then Ill stick use my alchemy to kick your ass!
Please Don't Go-Chapter 24Please Don't Go-Chapter 244 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alternative Title: We'll Heal Each Other-Chapter 5
A FerrisWheel Shipping Fanfiction
The emerald-eyed man had just dismounted Zekrom when the front door of the villa opened, Touko's Serperior coming outside to see what was going on. He looked up to see the great black dragon standing just a few feet from the house, an expression of shock and disbelief on Serperior's face. His eyes widened even more when he saw the man standing beside the legendary being.
The same long green hair. The same clothes as when he left. The same emerald-green eyes. There was no mistaking it.
It was N.
"Hello, Serperior." N said calmly, staring at the starter. "It's been a whi-"
N's greeting was cut short when Serperior rammed into him, causing both to roll backwards on the ground. They stopped rolling when N collided into a rock at the bottom of the hill the villa was on. N would have let out a pained grunt when his back slammed into the rock but he couldn't. Serperior h
The BeginningThe echoing sounds of cries ripped through the night within the heavens, like a sword shattering the surface of a mirror. Lightning cracked the clouds above and thunder roared to life in deafening waves of sound. Wildlife fled in terror, panic rising in the hearts of the creatures while the very ground rumbled its fury, the oceans crashing and the stars themselves beginning to glow brighter as many took flight and arched across the sky through glimpses of un-clouded darkening mist. The world of the heavens was in chaos, but why?The Beginning4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The impending doom of the ethereal world had stirred much more. Robed figures raced amongst the animals towards the main palace, the clouds circling above while the birds loomed ominously around it, crying their sorrows. Quickly, they unfettered the door and burst inside, separating into two groups while the largest raced ever quickly now towards the main gazing room. The doors needed no opening as they approached the scene, eyes filling with sick fear as the
anecdotal (red terraces)1.anecdotal (red terraces)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i sat picking fruits from chocolate cherry trees,
grey mice circling my toes, i wondered
if there could be a way to find the unfound.
when the moon looked like the sun last night, casting white
over fields of dust, my eyes felt like chrysanthemums
and my fingers were rolled-up rose petals, grasping.
if this fawn could speak silver-tongued to me from beneath
the black feet of my crashed car,
it would teach me something about looking towards the light,
or at least how to see the unseen.
Alchemists of The State-Pt1Alchemists of The State-Pt14 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Edward...Just hold on okay!" Winry shouted pulling him over her back,Ignoring the cries of the creature behind them,
"Alphonse...Im sorry..." Ed muttered weakly slumping his head over Winry's shoulder,blood spewing from the side of his mouth,leg and arm,ignoring it Winry pulled him up the stairs out of his home "Just hang on Ed!" She begged struggling the carry him,his blood dropping on the floor,
Running thourgh the rain Winry finally made it to the nearest hospital,falling over on the doorstep to her knees still tring to hold Ed on her back,A nearby doctor caught a glimpse of them both from the window and imeadtly rushed out
"Please...help him..." She begged "He's going to die if you dont.." Winry said panting heavily completely out of a breath,a hurddle of nurses and doctors imeadtly took both of them in at the sight,Ed was rushed deeper into the hospital that night,leaving Winry in the waiting room
"Oh god Ed,please be alright..." she kept thinking,as she turned to the window she
A Peek to the Present -GamTav/GHBSum-A trembling could be felt in his skin, mirrored in my own. It was a tremor born of lust, the simple contact of my fingertips on his arm the cause of it. From relaxation to alert tension, his body responded in ways only youth and love allowed. From his inner arm to his bicep, from his bicep to shoulder, my hand roamed of its own accord, seeking more of his quivering, watching carefully as his sepia eyes hazed and dilated with adoration.A Peek to the Present -GamTav/GHBSum-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The name came on a heated sigh, and despite my mind's cries of 'too soon, too soon', our lips were upon each other in a vaguely familiar dance. Pressure then lax, shift and turn, bumping noses with a whispering set of giggles. The steps were becoming second nature fast, given the frequent lessons under sun, moon, and rooftop. We were still young, innocent hearts in blossoming bodies. Breaking away was nearly painful, but we kept close, noses brushing as we pressed light noisy kisses upon one another's lips to keep the hurt at bay.
-In Awe- a short story-In Awe- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What horrible deeds have been done with the Virgin Mary standing in the lawn? Every street, every house, every thing in this neighborhood is splashed with milky moonlight. Thousands of Virgin Mary statues stand silently, and peacefully in the dark just beyond the hazy shadows. Evil deeds shall be done. No matter what anyone believes or doesn't believe.
Its best to understand that before you die. Or maybe as you die. The agony between life and death put a lot of things in order for me. Things like school, and my mom's work, they seemed so petty and far away. The humming of a caring person was held much closer to my heart. It was Ode to Joy. As I burst from my human cocoon. He was humming Ode to Joy. As the bath water turned crimson. It was joy! As I slowly died, and was slowly reborn.
I want to ask this gentile person the lyrics to that song. I want to flex my wings and fly to wherever Beethoven is and kiss the hand that wrote such beauty. I am
KillersDo killers dream of oceans -Killers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tucked deep in a cocoon,
spooning their wives
nestled deep in the soft chaos
of their arms?
Do they walk their children
to school, coats neatly
buttoned against strangers,
and take their tiny hands
like wounded birds
in their own,
counting red cars
and clutching bouquets of
daisies for the teacher?
Can they cook chicken soup
like their grandmothers did -
fistfuls of parsley and thyme
to soothe the iron pot,
stirring carrots and potatoes
with the first shift
of autumn's silver maple?
Do they make sandcastles
and leave their footprints
in the middle of July
and count the starfish
that nudge and wink in
the tidepools, their mottled
fingers pointing east?
Or have they only debris -
a life skewed and stretched
beyond human and the
sudden drop of pressure,
a lost companion,
dreading what wells up
from the surface and
sucks them underneath?