DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
1. But I Love Him"I love you," he says. I look at him through the hazy mist of tobacco. I rub the lit embers into my leg, making it flicker and evaporate. The perfectly horrible sting makes me flinch.1. But I Love Him3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Really?" I ask.
I roll my tongue in my mouth and keep my gaze on his blue eyes. "What do you want?"
"Ecstasy." His lips are on mine and I'm on autopilot. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Touch.
Ecstasy might mean sex for some couples but that isn't what he wants. That comes after. When he's so in love with life, he'll fuck anyone.
"Come on," he whines after I push him softly away. Softly, because if I push too hard, I might think I'm angry.
Angry that he's an asshole who doesn't really love me and angry that I'd even think that.Of course he loves me. But if my body feels angry, my head will, too. "You're rich. You can get some."
"My father's rich and he hasn't visited in ages."
"So you visit him." I rub the cigarette harder against my thigh, digging a hole and failing to
the easiest thingSometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.the easiest thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix anything, I'd drive halfway across the country just for another chance. I'd give my last breath if you wanted it, but you don't so I'm rerouting a new course that doesn't keep diverting me into these endless turns of unrequited love. I'm finding a different way even if it means giving up this map and forgetting all my plans. This is what forgiveness s
I Held You As You Died, DearI held you as you died, my dear,I Held You As You Died, Dear6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I held you close and felt your pain.
I held you as you died, my dear,
Now things will never be the same.
I held you as you died, my dear,
Felt each heartbeat, held each breath.
I held you as you died, my dear,
I'll never forget your death.
Girl, you need Jesus Ch 2Girl, you need Jesus Ch 22 years ago in Humor More Like This
Naruto Uzumaki smiled brightly as he walked down the stairs from his bedroom, his eyes sparkling. He took each step slowly, whistling randomly. Soon one particular song popped into his head and he grinned, running all the way back up the stairs. Once he was up there, he swayed his hips to the beat of the song he was thinking of.
“Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun,” he swayed to one side and froze. “Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun. Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun. Dun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun nun,” he raised his right foot over the first step, ready to start the song. He started walking down to the beat. “Makin’ my way downtown!” he sang loudly. “Walking fast, faces past and I’m homebound!”
He quickly ran down a few steps, matching the pace of the song before he stopped. “Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way through the crowd!” he ran down the next couple of
SorrowWe wave through two empty buses,Sorrow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wave over mountains of sand.
We wave as the lost and the lonely,
If only you'd taking my hand.
Simon's Memories[Simon Rated K+, friendship/drama]Simon's Memories4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Simon still remembered when he got his first drill. It was right after his parents died. The Chief put him on tunneling duty just a couple days after that.
"Everyone's got to pull their own weight around here!" he blustered. And now that Simon's parents weren't around to take care of him, that went for Simon as well. As instructed, he turned up the next day to the newest tunneling site.
"We'll start you off easy, kid," the Chief said, and he handed Simon a drill and a pair of goggles. Simon reached out to take it, and the weight of it nearly pulled him down. The metal of the hand-crank felt rough against his palms and the drill itself was bigger than his entire head. The goggles went over his eyes as the Chief led him to the digging site.
He hated that drill at first. He looked down at it in his hands and it reminded him of everything he'd lost. "Well? Go on, get going," the Chief barked. "You won't earn your way standing around like
Reaching For A MirrorReaching For A Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching For A Mirror
Listen, sooner or later you're going to have to look me in the eyes, it's unavoidable
It's going to be that time when you let your guard down, your reaction will be recognizable
I don't know if you're able to face me yet, but you need an intervention, because this is personal
You're not going to like what I have to say to you, I know you're going to resist, you're so predictable
What exactly do you know? You know NOTHING! Because left you a long time ago
We don't need to talk, you don't even really exist to me, you don't have power anymore
There's nothing you can say to me that might help, not even by a little, so just leave me alone
Don't even speak to me, don't try and "get through" to me, it's useless now, so please, just go
I don't know where I went wrong, I've already told you that I've only ever tried my very best
You need to quit being stubborn, stop this foolishness, remember who you are, and never forget
Before you took
Lonely heartEveryone rejoices and sings for their love.Lonely heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so happy...I love life....We were meant to be.
I'll congratulate you...with tears held back.
Please tell me again how great the love between you both is.
Let me hear once more about how you feel when your warm hands touch.
Explain what it feels like to have someone hold you at night.
I'll force my smile as you do so.
I have no love.
I have no joy.
I have no soft touch or comfort that i can run to.
My heart screams at me at the sight of sweet couples.
A physical tight grip around my heart, squeezing and squeezing.
It hurts, I cry....and it hurts some more.
I want to breakdown...I want to feel nothing.
But you don't care. Not in the least.
But don't worry, just carry on telling me of your love.
Just add to my loneliness....add to my pain.
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,Suicidal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
Boston Tea PartyDecember, 16, 1773.Boston Tea Party3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The shocked, warm smile on his face when I open the door makes my stomach churn. "Alfred? You've grown quite tall, haven't you, lad?"
I smile, trying not to let the bitterness seep into my voice when I speak. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I returned to England just in time to make it on the ship."
As he walks in, he looks at me awkwardly, not able to mess my hair like he had when I was younger.
He turns, putting water in a kettle and on the burner. "How have you been, Alfred?"
A cold, harsh chuckle scrapes from my throat. "You mean other than the ridiculous taxes you've imposed on me?" I laugh, shaking my head. "Wonderful. Just spectacular. You've been doing great, I assume?"
"Alfred-" The tea kettle whines, as if trying to cease Arthur's insufficient excuses. He sighs, looking at me sadly as I sit in my chair.
The stark contrast between his soft, young face and the contemptuous scowl he wears as he si
ForeverA left, a rightForever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're winning the fight
She's on the floor
but you keep dealing more
A sob, a cry
She whispers goodbye
Right after you throttle
She swallows the bottle
She sleeps for an hour
She sleeps for a day
You exerted your power
Now she's gone far away
That Butler, So HungryThat Butler, So Hungry4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Phantomhive manor was quiet one early afternoon. A gentle breeze of the wind rustled the leaves of trees and flowers. Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of Ciel Phantomhive, the head of the Phantomhive manor, was out in the garden trimming the trees. Finnian the gardener, as well as Baldroy the chef, and May-Rin the maid, were all on a paid three-day vacation. No one knew where Tanaka, the steward, was. Most assumed that he was on vacation as well.
Sebastian wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed. He liked the silence at the manor and doing things by himself. Nothing broken and whatnot. He shivered a bit when the wind started to get chillier. "Better get back inside..." He thought to himself as he did one final clip to his garden chores and went inside with a basket of freshly-clipped red roses.
"It's almost time for afternoon tea for the master" Sebastian thought to himself as he put the last dozen roses into a vase and looked at his pocket watch. Suddenly, he heard a familiar g
Generator Danny Ch.3Warning:Generator Danny Ch.35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. This is a Generator Rex fan fiction, which including praebeo OC, his profile is here: http://praebeo.deviantart.com/art/MY-CRACK-SPAWN-IS-BETTER-MOFO-165327426?q=boost%3Apopular+generator+rex+DANNY&qo=1
2. It has pairing, Rex X Noah.
3. Story is written in past tense, and my English sucks.
4. If you still want to read, I hope you enjoy, thank you.
Inside of Rex's head is frightened. He looked at Danny, who didn't look like he was lying.
Noah is Danny's mom? And I'm Danny's father, so that means Danny is our child?
That is impossible! Noah and I are both guys, how is it possible for us to have a kid?
Although Danny did mention that his mother is a human and has blond hair and blue eyes
Rex looked at Danny and then looked at Noah, and found that Danny has Noah's eyes and color of skin.
"Excuse us for a second, Noah." Rex told Noah, and then brought Danny to aside where Noah couldn't hear their conversation.
"I almost couldn't recognize that is mom. He looks l
Extreme Tickling Part 1.2Extreme Tickling Stories Part 1Extreme Tickling Part 1.27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Title: Galbadian Interrogation (Part 2)
Victim: Selphie (Final Fantasy 8)
Selphie was gagged and helpless to prevent the 10 hour lasting tickling of her socked feet.
When she saw the hands coming closer to her feet, she got very frightened because her feet were hyper ticklish. As the hands touched her socked soles she started to scream through her gag immediately.
She knew that she couldn't take the tickling for more than 10 seconds but the bad thing for her was that she had to endure it for not 10 seconds but 10 hours.
Selphie was in for a long long night.
After the first minutes had passed, tears were streaming down her face.
The tickling was to much for her, but she was a little happy that she at least got her socks on. She just couldn't and wouldn't imagine how bad the hands would tickle on her bared feet.
Minute by minute and hour by hour. The time went by and Selphie sunk more and more into ticklish madness.
The next morning when the 10 hours final
TG Questionaire goes onlineTG Questionaire goes onlineTG Questionaire goes online2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry Erikson waited for the class to be over so he could leave. It’s not that he didn’t like French class – he was actually quite fluent -, but it was actually because the other students in his class just weren’t interested in learning. Sure, he also wanted to go home and play video games, but the fact that the other students were doing anything but reading their tasks for today was just a pain. He wasn’t too keen on snitching, but that was because he knew what would happen if he did: another beating for being the class’ scape-goat.
After finishing his assignment, he looked back at the clock and let out a sigh: half an hour to go, and nothing to do. He would have just ended up doing like everyone else – going online to have a bit of off-time fun, until an in-message from his school Skype account showed up.
To my new friend,
You look so bored, just sitting there. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have f
DetailsThe bitter breeze outside was a welcome slap in the face after the muggy close-ness of backstage.Details5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After nine straight hours on stage (two run-throughs and a performance), a little refreshing was exactly what I needed.
The performance had been perfect though: none of the much feared and anticipated errors of rehearsal had happened, and the director's warning about getting ahead of ourselves seemed long ago and far away, on the other side of the rainbow that was opening night.
My stomach howled, a pertinent reminded of a dinner skipped due to pre-performance jitters.
When did that burger joint close again?
I hoisted my bag up my shoulder, suddenly hyper-aware of the itch and irritation the leotard under my street clothes caused.
Overall though, the evening had a beautiful feeling to it.
I still had that post-performance euphoria shining behind my sternum, and the night sky glowed bright with its million stars and half-lit moon.
Two blocks over, the neon 'ope
Before Term - BabysitterThere was a curt tap on the front door. Barely seconds after the knocker had fallen silent Laura's voice rang out, "I'll get it!" The skirt of her dress flew up slightly and her long red hair streamed behind her as she ran for the door. She tip-toed her way across the cool tiles to stop their chill spreading to her small bare feet and opened the door.Before Term - Babysitter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Laura who had expected her friend Kat, as she said she might turn up today since Laura's parents were leaving simply said "Oh," and left the visitor at the door. She gave a cursory shout of "Mum, it's for you, " as she disappeared upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Laura was the brat of the house.
The girl standing on the doorstep was momentarily confused, but then remembered the description Laura's mother had given her on the phone a few hours ago. She looked around the door frame in to the house to see if anyone else was actually in, she was relieved to hear light footsteps coming from inside. The girl was abo
READ COMMENT -What you do for love Ch.5-Chapter 5: Going on Holiday?READ COMMENT -What you do for love Ch.5-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Doctor Holiday was rudely awakened by an alarm echoing throughout the hallways. It took her a moment to realize where she was. I must have fallen asleep at my desk last night. She thought. She got up and the blanket that Six had put on her last night slid off. She stared at it on the floor. Where did this come from? She asked herself, not remembering putting the blanket over herself. This wasn't the first time this had happened. She would fall asleep in her lab and wake up the next morning with the same blanket over her. Holiday just kept staring at the blanket until the alarm got louder.
The alarm sounding brought her back down to Earth. The door to her lab slid open as she neared it. She stepped out, and at a fast pace, walk down the hall. As she turned a corner she ran right into Agent Six. They both st
FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part3-2FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part3-23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weapon development facility was located underground, its surface area mostly deserted and spaciously fenced.
Loki stood on top of a small hill outside the guarded fence surveying the waste grounds, right next to the completely suited up Iron Man. Even Loki was fully armored, wearing the Horns of Mischief and carrying the scepter in one hand.
'There,' Tony's artificially rendered voice sounded somewhat alien beneath the iron mask when he pointed at the driveway leading underground and the transporter attempting to enter.
Loki nodded und waited patiently until the vehicle stopped, before he lifted the scepter and fired a blue gleaming energy discharge at it.
The van instantly exploded in a consuming fire taking down the gate and most of its framing structure.
'Go,' Loki commanded, whereat Tony ignited the jets and took off to carry on the deed of destruction.
Loki followed using portals of space and time created by the Tesseract powered scepter.
The havoc wrought by the Ir
Never Again.Sitting here aloneNever Again.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Peering through the glass
Surrounded, encasing thoughts
A temporary peace
As you come to my mind
Then a wave of Euphoria
All pleasure comes back
The look of your gaze
Softness in your eyes
An indescribable feeling
Feeling as though you
Could melt but stand up against
Great odds at the same time
To protect and yet give in
Slowly as if waking
Present fades into reality
So does the Solitude but Loneliness
Is not to be found again
AlienAlien3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
They move on
I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
And I'm dying
I must be an alien
The only thing that I want
Is a friend
To hold me, to control me
I wish I could turn humanoid
Maybe then I wouldn't be alone
And I'm open
I must be an alien
I'm on the outside looking in
Live OnA blooming flower reverts a seedLive On4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dying, neglected it wilts and bleeds.
A once strong stem is now so weak
once so colorful yet now so bleak.
A flower beaten black and blue
left raped and drained it's lost its hue.
Grey petals shrivel turning brown
Till finally streching to kiss the ground
and as they fall they have a chance
a breeze calls out, the petals dance
and still they think of days tomorrow
through the pain and the sorrow.
A new day dawns, they now can rest
while sleeping on the soil's chest.
And although the flower is now gone
the dried up petals still live on.