Lose YourselfLose Yourself3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No one understands me as I fall to the ground
My heart is breaking with each thump and each pound
It all started back when my life was so great
I had the one I loved and I made no mistakes
But once it all shattered I fell to the floor
And I did not regret all I wanted was more
The pain that I craved was beginning to be
Everything that made me feel free
My head was spinning and I felt like a mess
I wanted to sleep and felt more than less
The bones that would jut from the cave of my waist
Was almost as bad as the blood I could taste
My knuckles were raw and my throat was soar
What was I even living for?
I always felt dizzy and wanted to cry
And I even remember wanting to die
My life was broken, my breathing was patterned
Sadly I had nothing left in my life that mattered
Tears streamed down my pale, white cheeks
And the blood on my lips began to reek
Eyes so blue are black, dark holes
I lost the connection of my soul
But as I lose myself and watch it drain
There is another mark on my hear
SoulxMaka - 100 Theme1. IntroductionSoulxMaka - 100 Theme5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The song sounds like you. It's pretty."
He turned around to look at the girl, surprised. That was pretty? This girl was insane. But it must have been the kind of insane he liked, because when she held out her hand, he took it.
Love was such a hard emotion, full of tricks and sadness but also undeniable joy. It was love that kept him tied to his Master, he'd discovered. Not her laugh or her smile, and it sure as HELL wasn't her Maka Chops. It was love.
Whereas he radiated darkness, she radiated light.
The dark room was his own personal Hell, with the black piano and the little demon, but when she was there, it wasn't so bad anymore.
5. Seeking Solace
He sought solace in her warm green eyes, so when those eyes closed forever, he died with her.
6. Break Away
To break away from the madness, one needed joy, love, and peace. And they got that from ea
The Melancholy MillinerTitle: The Melancholy MillinerThe Melancholy Milliner5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland/Edward Scissorhands/ Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Pairing: Burton Trio (Hatter/Edward centered)
Disclaimer: I don't own these darling characters, but I slash them. Huzzah.
Summary: Angsty, fluffy drabble about lonely Hatter and sweet little Edward.
Author's note: I recently bought a book on the upcoming Alice in Wonderland movie that revealed some very interesting details, and so this is my way of tantelizing you a bit without giving too much away.
It had been a long, melancholy day in Hatter's opinion. Thackery, better known as The March Hare, was in a fine, foul mood, ranting about how careless he had been to arrive late to their party. The March Hare never took into account however, that his tea-party had been going on for an absurd length of time and one could hardly be expected to arrive on-time to something that never ended or really began.
It was not just this annoyan
That Which is Lost chapter 2Coffee never smelled this bad. Normally Steve would start his day with a cup of the stuff, but with how it smelled he didn't think he could stomach it. He was sure it would make him puke. Not that he hadn't thrown up earlier that morning. And yesterday morning and the morning before that. If it weren't for the fact that he seemed to feel fine for the rest of the day except when he was puking he would think he had caught something. Actually he thought there was a good chance he was sick with something, but not with anything he recognized. For all he knew he could be over reacting and it was just something he ate.That Which is Lost chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Nonetheless, he decided to skip the coffee and go straight to looking for breakfast. Both the refrigerator and the pantry were stocked with a wide variety of foods to suit at least six different palettes. Steve had all of this to choose from and yet, for some reason, only Thor's p
Lailah's Christmas listLailah's Christmas list3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lailah's old Christmas List
I found this letter while snooping in my mom's room. I wrote this when I was eight years old.
Dear Santa Claus,
My name is Lailah Diana Morales, but you probably already know that. I have decided to write to you things that I want for Christmas. These are things I know mom might not get me. I know you will since I am on your "Nice List". I am on your nice list right? I should be. I better. I know where the north pole is. I'd hate to have to put on my snow suit, fly to the north pole and feed you your own reindeer before shoving you onto thin ice. Don't test me Mr. Claus. I'll ruin Christmas.
Anyway, these are things I want, and shall get from you for Christmas.
Barbie Dream House- I will put it to good use and play with it often, I promise you. First I will paint the pink house black and white. I hate pink. I will say once I am bored with it, it will be burned in a small contained fire in my backyard.
A red bike- Mother won't
HopeHope.Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the greatest allies you could have, and yet at the same time, also one of your greatest enemies. For what else could life your spirits in your time of greatest need, but also blind you to the truth, cause you to view the world through distorted lenses?
And when she deserts you, she'll leave you empty, because by that time, you won't be able to live without her. Despite what you might think, she isn't to be trusted; her whispers of a beautiful world that will come, if you only just wait, are nothing but delusions, lies.
But Hope, she is powerful, far more than any mere mortal like you or I, and even knowing all this, you will believe her. That is a fact, one that will never change. Because it is instinct to cling to any thread of light, and any creature will follow instinct, even if it knows that that thread is false, that what might be its saviour today will almost definitely lead to its downfall again eventually.
So keep trusting that beautiful little trickster, because t
SuccessFor best resultsSuccess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a move
do something crazy
Don't call your best friend
in the middle of the night
with snot running down your nose
and a softer swelling major organ
Don't pass Go
Don't collect your clothes
and tell him you
are going home
Pretend you are a ostrich
bury your head in the sand
smoke another cigarette
kiss him again
these are the rules
That NightThat Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I will do what I want! I don't have to tell you guys all the time!" I winced a little as I heard my brothers' voice yelling. I really didn't know why he was yelling so much, and always at our parents anymore. I mean I know that Toshi sometimes didn't agree with what they did, but he normally listened to them. As of late, that had changed.
I was in my room, in my pajamas, and hugging one of my teddy bears close to me. My room might be on the second floor of our home, but I could still hear them clearly when they were yelling. Just like I could hear my brother coming up the stairs right now. How did I know it was him? There were a few reasons: a) he was muttering: b) he was the only one that stomped up here. The room that our parents used was down the stairs.
"Toshi." I said as I climbed off my bed, and out into the hall. He stopped and looked at me in an irritated matter: even though I wasn't sure why.
"What is it, brat?" He always called me that lately. I didn't care. I knew h
BlueAs I watch the scene unfolding before my eyes, there is only one word that comes to mind.Blue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is pitiful to see someone, someone who you thought was so powerful she could crush the world in her hand, floundering helplessly about and drowning in her watery grave: a pool of deep, blue water that she had dug and flung herself inside.
I cannot feel her pain, of course. I cannot feel anything, for that matter. I can only feel the deepness of the dark blue. It is the sort of blue that makes your stomach churn and your heart race. It is the sort of blue that slowly sucks you in, and before you know it, you're falling --- crashing beneath the surface and being pulled by watery, ghost-like hands towards its depths. It is the sort of blue that I hate the most.
And I hate blue.
Kelly When I was six, I was going through alot of stress. I was being bullied at school and, as you can expect, the school did hardly anything about it. Then back at home, my parents were always too busy with their own lives to play with me or really even talk to me. I felt very sad and alone during this period of my life. However, there was one person that helped me get through this time in my life. That person was my big sister, Kelly.Kelly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly and I weren't really sisters at all. In fact, she was just our neighbor's 16 year old daughter. She was blonde haired, loved the color pink, and was the best friend I could ever dream of having. I remember the day we met. I was on the swing set crying because everyone was too busy to pay attention to me. She came over to me and asked me why I was crying. I told her that nobody wanted to spend any of their time with me and then she offered to play with me. I agreed and we went to her house and played Monopoly, even th
We imagineUnable to see daylight, we imagine.We imagine5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tale of TwoHe is the one nobody sees.Tale of Two3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The boy in the corner of the room, the one who speaks only when spoken to, that constant, shadow-like presence that is noticed only by others when he's gone, and they wonder why they feel as though something is missing.
It is no wonder, then, that one of the things he seeks the most is recognition. This, and one, two, a few people he might be able to call "friends."
And who can blame such a person for making the choices he did?
"You'll be one of us."
This is the message they feed him, the words that he has longed for more than anything else, words he needs to hear with almost the same necessity as the need to breathe, or the need for nourishment.
But of course, it could never be as simple as this. Because, of course, no great gift is given without a single catch.
"Just do as we do. Forget what they told you was right. If you want to fit in, then you'll have to be like us."
The notion entices him in a way nothing else has -- give up a small fr
Where's the Eiffel Tower?Ticket: Paris, FranceWhere's the Eiffel Tower?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Plane: Paris, Texas
EmigrantSpoke English.Emigrant4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Always thought in Italian.
Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.Confession of Betrayal3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhaps the courage - to do so.
"And what made you change your mind?"
She blushed and glanced downwards, before continuing. "I-it... Honestly, I don't know. I was..." She mumbled incoherently to herself, and he patiently waited for her to speak up again.
"Every day, I plotted against you, even while I gave you fake smiles and claimed to be some
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
Outside Of This PlaceI feel like we are drifting apart, and I'm not even sure I care.Outside Of This Place5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Decree AbsoluteWe married.Decree Absolute3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.Out For The Count3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who We Will Be It was in her bathroomWho We Will Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I fell into myself
and found I was not
the only one there
two pink lines that say
my future will be delivered
in a hospital bed
with me screaming as I'm sure
so many others have done
A few nights before we lay still
both naked in every way and I
laughed. You ran your hand over me
"I feel like Adam and Eve" I said.
"Why is that?"
"I am not ashamed to be like this with you
in front of God."
So He gave me a gift that I will
learn to appreciate. When I
pulled the plastic bag out of my
pocket and showed you what we had done
"I'm not going to abandon you."
Even if I never believed anyone before.