Midnight's StrokeI hate rosesMidnight's Stroke5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And fake promises.
Gold that replaces
The blood of hearts.
I hate guys that
Have money to
To be kind
To be firm
To be humble
Those guys are hard to find.
But a king
Must be such.
As queen I must have
Such a partner.
I am the princess
The one above all.
The crown on my head
Bestows me the throne.
The throne I can
Rule alone without men.
But the kingdom
Cannot do without a suitable king.
The music rings
The food is sweet.
The champagne rich
And the dancers alive.
They are beautiful
It makes me sick
To look at them.
Their hungry eyes
Burning into my throne.
Someone new has
Entered the ball.
My attention has turned
He was different.
A satin suit
And a jeweled crown.
He looked the same
If slightly better
But the way he held
Tall but slightly
Shy yet a little
He would do.
I danced with him
He was funny
And very kind.
He was every
First KissFirst Kiss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Near was excited.
No, he was beyond excited. He didnt even mind when Mello and Matt gave him his daily beating. When they pushed him down the stairs, gave him a swirly, and stole his teddy bear, he didnt even let the smile drop off of his face. Now, you may be wondering why little 5-year-old Near was smiling while being physically abused. He was not a masochist in any way, nor was he old enough to know what the word meant.
He was so excited because his idol, L, was visiting the orphanage that day.
After Mello and Matt got bored of beating him up and getting no response, they left him alone. Running back upstairs to his room, Near grabbed a pink stuffed bunny off of his bed and ran back downstairs, going outside to wait for L. It was a warm spring day, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom basically, a very beautiful morning. Sitting down on the tree swing, Near clutched his bunny tightly to hi
Listening"Near."Listening5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A chocolate bar is snapped between teeth, a strand of white hair curled between fingers.
"Which of us is going to reach Kira first, I wonder?"
"The race is on."
"We're both headed towards the same destination I'll be waiting for you."
There's a soft clicking of heels on tile, echoing in the secure corridor of the headquarters. Right before the doors close, the soft clatter of something hitting the tiles sounds, but the footsteps don't change direction. With a soft hiss, the doors slide closed and Mello is gone.
Near turns his head slowly, finally allowing himself to look in the direction of where the blonde had been standing. There is an object lying on the tiles, the soft lights of the room gleaming softly on its screen. Near stands carefully, ignoring the looks his taskforce is giving him, and shuffles forward in socked feet to scoop it up and slide it into his pocket before returning to his previous position on the floor in the middle of his train trac
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
Did YOU invite her?Fake happinessDid YOU invite her?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dashed in moonlight
Heart of stone
Eyes of fire
White tassels and ringing bells
Pale makeup and silver wine
Flowers of pink
Guests in black
Bride and Groom dance a
Hard against young eyes
You ask loudly
Did I break the dress code?
Ringlets of chocolate dance around her shoulders
Dark green eyes
Pulling you closer
The music starts playing
The scene resumes
As she walks around, watching
Painted smiles on pale faces
The bride leans in
Asking the question that has made her way across all of their minds:
Who is she?
Big GirlBig GirlBig Girl7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The first time you met, she was four and you were five. The awkward silence that tends to accompany the primary meeting was vanquished by quiet giggles and innocent, understanding smiles. Your smile was wide and bright and immediate, while hers was shy and slow to show itself. It took little to no effort on your part to coax the curve of her lips to broaden into something beautiful, something that, in your opinion, could rival the sun in brilliance. She never told you, and she never will, but she's always been grateful to you for teaching her how to make her smiles mean something.
The two of you might as well have been conjoined at the heart. Separation was out of the question. Wherever she went, you were there to follow, constantly at her side and more reliable than her shadow. She told you her secrets because she could trust you with them. You told her your craziest dreams and she promised to help make them, one day, come true. When you asked in turn if you could make
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
The Surfer and the Merman CH 1The Surfer and the Merman CH 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was beautiful, sunny day in Cayucos, California. However, even the perfect weather couldn't improve the mood of one of the local residents as he gloomily walked across the sand. Surfboard in his hand, he stared out into the horizon, his natural blonde hair blowing in the wind. He then realized that he was the only person on the beach, which just made him feel worse. He felt so alone lately, ever since summer began. His parents had left him for a whole month to go visit relatives who lived a few states away. The poor surfer couldn't go with his parents because he had to take summer school classes.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
The Letter I Won't SendI fell in love with a strangerThe Letter I Won't Send6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His smile, his laugh, his voice
Captured me instantly
He saw through every defense I had
And I swore that when he reached the last one
I would let go
I fell in love with a stranger
And in ways, he fell in love with me
Best friends until change swept over us
I could not be the one to make him whole
So I became the one who retreated into shadows
I fell in love with a stranger
A stranger who became my unknowing Romeo
He thought he was a monster, but beauty shined throughout him
What he does not know, is that he has reached my last defense
I must let him go
You Might Be a DN CharacterYou Might Be a Death Note CharacterYou Might Be a DN Character6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by thefluffyshrimp and the rest of the DNI team
"If your entire wardrobe consists of white shirts and jeans, you might be a redneck."
"If your idea of the ultimate entertainment invention is a bag of potato chips with a TV already in it, you might be a redneck."
"If a guy ever got shot next to you and you didn't see a reason to get up, you might be a redneck."
"If you die after leading the cops on a high speed car chase and you're still smoking a cigarette, you might be a redneck."
"If you're a skinny white kid with long hair, who carries a gun in his leather pants, kidnaps women folk, fights the law, explodes things, and eventually dies in a church......do we need to say it?" :/
"If the local sheriff ever held you in custody with bondage gear, a blind fold, and a gag, you might be a redneck."
"If after finding God......
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Thanks for 1000 hitsThanks for 1000 hits6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you start down the Road of Crack
you know there is no turning back
You'll have Near in leather and Matt wearing toast
a Mello who loves his sofa the most
Ohba and Obata are spinning in their... beds
but I refuse to go back on my meds!
Now Near has quicksand under dandelion locks
and Matt's in love with a cardboard box
Is Mello a wrestler or an angry German kid?
'cos Rod walked in the toilet and saw what he did
shaving his armpits just like a girl
now we'll watch that story unfurl
So much insanity, so little time
there is no reason but here is some rhyme
Yes, the Road of Crack has dealt the strangest fates
and given me some amazing, inspiring mates!
I'm Tamaki and i know itWhen I enter schoolI'm Tamaki and i know it3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
girls be looking like 'he's so cool.'
I can flick my hair,
and every single girl gets my gentle care, yeah!
This is how I roll.
blue blazer, black pants outta control
and when I got a girl in my arms,
I flash a sexy smile a sexy smile and turn on my charms, yeah!
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Im the king!
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Im the king!
When I enter Ouran,
this is what i see.
I see Haruhi, she's staring at me.
I gotta rose in my lapel,
and i aint afraid to
Im Tamaki and I know it!
Im Tamaki and I know it!
Kyoya thinks he's cool,
but really I'm the prettiest guy at school.
Dont mention the twins.
Hikaru and Kaoru give my brain the spins, yeah!
Honey's cute above all,
and Mori's always there he's guarding his fall.
But my eyes' on Fujioka, she gives me chills!
So I'll get her hand with my princely skills, yeah!
Look into my eyes gir
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
The Hair Rant by XueLianThe Hair Rant by XueLian9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
D: Mine is silver,
A: Mine is gold,
D: Mine is younger—yours is old.
A: Mine is longer,
D: Mine's got bounce,
A: Ladies like hair in copious amounts.
D: I've got bangs—you grew yours out.
A: That's what long hair's all about!
D: I've got 'flip',
A: Well, I've got 'swish',
And more hair than any Esca bish!
D: Mine is shiny!
A: Mine is BLOND!
D: Which means you're an airhead like Lily Frond.*
A: You're just jealous.
D: No, I'm proud.
Hair that long shouldn't be allowed.
A: Meticulous care, brushed every hour…
D: Who'd want to waste half their life in the shower?
A: Mine wafts in the wind,
D: Mine glows with the flame,
A: I even gave mine a name!
(D: O.o *backs away*)
D: Mine's silky soft,
A: My hair is my soul!
D: I'd like to see yours cut under a bowl.
A: I've n
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Happy Valentine's DayOn this celebrated day,Happy Valentine's Day8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts are rising with the sun.
As if encouraged by Mother Nature,
A clear blue sky greets inquiring eyes.
Many are already made bolder by its spirit:
a couple kisses as they both leave home for work,
two school-bound teens hold hands on the sidewalk,
young children trade gifts among their classmates,
the whole town's abuzz with plans.
There are many however, who
glide through school like phantoms,
wishing just as much to disappear,
hearts flattened by such public display of affection,
no one seems to notice much or care, and certainly
they wish that they could do the same.
Just as well there are lonely travelers
all around the world who pine,
some unawares of such a day,
praying that they will soon find their beloved.
To all those people, weary
and tired of this unwanted invisibility,
sick of the unbearable density
of heavy, corroding, tarnished hearts,
this poet cries, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
To those people shaking their heads
as the gift trade finds them em
Forgive Me I Am Sin"Forgive Me [I Am Sin]"Forgive Me I Am Sin8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave me life
[Yet put venom in my veins]
You gave me a reason to live
[But a better reason to die]
You are my salvation
[Yet I crumble with damnation]
Forgive me, for I have sinned
[I am sin]
Tonight I will pray
[And tonight I will scream]
I will beg for forgiveness
[And bleed again]
You will become my savior
[A leader marching us into hell]
And I shall stand tall
[Only to fall]
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
[For I am sin]
The Care and Feeding of DrowThe Care and Feeding of Drow10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Care and Feeding of Your New Pet Drow!
Thank you for shopping at the Underdark Exotic Pet Store! Remember- mind flayers, drow, svirfneblin, deurgar, aboleths; whatever you fancy, we have it!
Your drow may start out small –common sizes range from three to five inches- but soon it will grow up to a ten inches tall! Remember that your drow needs space, so keep it in a proper sized cage.
Your new drow and you!
Your relationship with your new drow will start as soon as you see that special one in the pet store window, but by now you should have brought him –or her- home. Carefully remove your new drow from the carrying case by lifting him or her out by the scruff of the neck with your fingers. Gloves are advised, as your new drow will likely be disoriented and may react with violence and/or darts, knives, scimitars, short swords, polearms, longswords, and snake whips. If your drow does try to attack you, shake it gently while utt
PROCESSI remember years ago, when, to my lovely grade school teachers, everything revolved around preparing for the next grade. Kindergarten was not about Kindergarten. It was preparation for first grade, and in turn first grade was preparation for second, and so on and so forth, until eventually (in my morbid seven-year-old mind) I retired from the high paying job I prepared for in college and had nothing left to prepare for but death. This trend continued on through my schooling days… until I started high school. When I walked through the doors of higher education for the first time, lost, scared, and moderately confused, I realized something. While the teachers may still believe that the lone purpose of high school is to prepare for college, to me, high school was just high school. And so began this new and exciting idea of living life… just to live life.PROCESS8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ninth grade was simply delightful. I say this half in a ton
The Coy SuitorTo close his hands 'bout the imagin'd waistThe Coy Suitor8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our friend, my friend, the suitor dreams of it:
That he may kiss those lips so ever chaste.
But lo! The game does tire the ardent wit,
And oft, exhausts our weary suitor friend
'Till to his lonely perch he makes a fit
And thinks on her, and of her, without end
And dreams, and prays, the secret night away,
Where waning passions are on paper penn'd.
Then he, with will restored, attends the day,
And sets his ever trembling tongue to speak
Upon the face which guides his weary way.
So with a rosy blush upon the cheek,
Our suitor friend perfects his ill technique.
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
For a friend who diedFor a friend who died2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dont want to belive
that death really happened a moment ago.
Not really sure..the spelling doesnt seem right.
She is smart,unless this is a trick.
No matter which way it goes my heart shatters
I can hear it brake and it sounds like breaking glass.
I wish this wasnt true,i cant,i wont belive she's dead.
The bullet shot straight into her head
i just,dont belive,belive she is dead.
With her mother so truly evil,how could anyone belive this is real?
I just wish this feeling could go away,the feeling of sorrow that came on this day...