Itachi's Memories"Sa-Su-Ke" I remember playing with his name on my tongue. The day Kaa-san brought him home.Itachi's Memories8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was an ugly little thing too. How could Kaa-san think that thing was cute?
I remember his first word.
"Nii-san I can still hear him say it in that weak little voice.
He was always such a little loner; he always wanted to grow up to be just like his 'Nii-san'
I remember the day...he was eight years old...
I remember...when he looked up at me defiantly.
"Dou-san, Kaa-san, when i grow up I'm gonna be stronger than Nii-san!"
That was his dream...
and God, i loved my foolish little Otouto, I had to let his dream come true.
So I killed them, and I gave him the opportunity, no not 'The' opportunity. EVERY opportunity.
The chance to become strong mentally through loss. and the opportunity to become stronger than I am.
Why does my dear little Otouto hate me?
As I lie here in front of him, Dying, all I can say is.
"Your dream, my dear Otouto, I've made your dream come true."
He grew wi
panic at the disco"spencer..." ryan said annoyed.panic at the disco7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"yes...." spencer said like three-year-old.
"give me back my steak.." ryan held out his hand.
"but...butt....its my emo-buddy... see.. its bloody!" spencer shouted pointing to the steak in his hand.
"well if u get it back i can make it an extreme emo!" if spencer was gonna be stupid ryan was gonna act stupid.
"how!?!? he'd luv that!"
"i'll eat him! now give him back before i stab u with my fork.." whenever they had dinner this is how it always happens. spencer ends up stealing someones food and if its meat, its his 'emo-buddy' and if its not meat its his 'vegan buddy'. usually he steals my food so im suprised he didnt steal my food.
"SPENCER GIVE HIM THE DAMN STEAK BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH ONE!" i was getting annoyed. and spencer is afraid of me, so i use my evil powers of scariness to control spencer. with wide eyes staring at me he slowly handed ryan the steak.
"yes ma'am...ray lady...." he slowly sat back down. and started to eat his own steak. yes my n
Reverse Polarity and a Little Bit of FateHe believed in angelsReverse Polarity and a Little Bit of Fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She believed in lies
she was hummingbird-reminiscent
gifted with flight, she strayed from sight
and her secrets were hidden between her rapid wings
He counted his lucky stars
She cursed barren skies
her laugh resonated, hollow
it echoed off the walls she built
to keep intruders out
He fell for her, hopelessly
He dreamed only to make her smile
she pretended he didn't exist
still, he was drawn to her (like a moth,
to bad ideas)
She told him she was too far lost
(Though she was only in denial)
his eyes glinted, golden
bright enough to melt the frozen rock
she had called her heart
Despite her tries, she loved him, too
She decided to do something new:
she was cynical and jaded
he dreamed to touch
The Nocturnal DriveThe smooth dark silk splits,The Nocturnal Drive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Highlighted by stars on silver straws,
Casting a haunting glow down upon the worn gravel,
As insatiable shadows grovel past.
The sky above is painted with ornamented denim,
The moon, an ivory button,
Polished but forgotten on its dusty shelf.
The music of ages passes through the muggy air,
The muffled thrum of cycling onyx rings,
And the feeling of emptiness,
Gliding like a nocturnal demoness,
My eyes, cold and translucent, stare ahead and watch the world blur.
I could spend an eternity in this softened throne,
Enjoying the simplicity of the sweet darkness,
Of a long drive at night.
Without Wingsshe spoke in lullabiesWithout Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathed out wishes-
she hoped and prayed for fairytales so often
you could trace the dreams in her veins
she strived for worlds that didn't exist
and she lost her heart without being aware
she ever gave it
she needed to run away-
because she lived in a house of mirrors
and she was scared of the sight
of her own face
she had to teach herself to walk
but she couldn't run
and she was stuck, grounded
watching time pass her by
sometimes you forget how to count
she withered away
her veins, barren of dreams
her eyes glossed over till she was nearly blind
to be afraid
because monsters weren't to be feared
and happily ever after
wasn't to be expected
when he found her, she was fallen
"I was built with hollow bones
but I'm still not strong enough to pick myself
her ribcage had caved in to that
empty hole that used to hold her heart
he lifted her up
with silky eyes and
starry whispers and said
Lady of the FliesThere's a place inside my head,Lady of the Flies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a house of lapsing time.
I visit on occasion,
I crawl in through the grime.
A grave for broken thoughts,
unwelcome memories echo through the air.
Floating from my skull,
but it seems I've forgotten how to care.
I rip my teeth out one by one,
while severing all emotional ties.
It's all the same to me.
I open this carved out body to the flies.
There's a 3 inch tall girl inside me,
her name is peace of mind.
Everyday I call to her,
but shes become quite hard to find.
Dear Lover BoyDear Lover Boy,Dear Lover Boy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was over you completely. You were never within my grasp, I accepted that, I moved on. So why is it my heart is going crazy now that I'm thinking of you. Of meeting you, talking to you, and, ultimately, walking away with the knowledge that I probably can't ever be with you?
Because you have met your One;
And I am not she.
I'm happy that you're happy.
But I'd be happier if you were happy with me.
I've got a card-board cut out of you here, in my circle of friends. He's like you in every way except the ways that count. I'd rather have a man of passion than a man of God, even if the man of passion can't joke around like the man of God can. Because I can't joke around like the man of God, either.
Because I'm not a woman of God,
I'm a woman of passion,
And I don't get his humor,
Like I get yours, Love.
39. dreamI sometimes wonder what stars are39. dream7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
500 grams of light
2 tablespoons of awe
gas, pressure, heat
suitable amounts of very, very far away-
varying masses of human flesh & bone
sift dry ingredients into the mould
mix all together until there is no
partition between person & persona
bake in the oven until hollow
serve while hot to small dreams
Like A Knife Part 31Like A Knife Part 31Like A Knife Part 317 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I drifted out of my reverie, full of nostalgia and not content in the least. I remembered each and every detail with such vivid color, such amazing clarity that I scared myself. I guess I just couldnt forget that day.
When Cammy opened my door, I became startled, but soon calmed once I realized it was her.
Ry? She asked in a whisper. Are you awake?
I didnt want to let her know that I was, so I didnt answer. Unsatisfied, she walked in and slid into bed next to me, still in her clothes. I rolled over and pulled her close to me, resting her head on my bare chest and allowing my chin to lie on her hair.
So you are awake, She murmured.
Well yeah, I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
This girl couldnt take a hint. I was in bed with her, holding her close to me like the world depended on it. Just friends didnt lie in bed with each other as far as I knew. I was rarely in bed w
Pisces Was A NeedlefishWith bloodshot eyes,Pisces Was A Needlefish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I await your stabbing kiss-
breath of hemlock,
cancer on your lips.
Give me gentle release
with each burning drip;
dizzying and damning,
the earth and sky will flip.
We'll fly into the ocean
and cast our lures amongst the stars;
though we catch only dark matter
and our rib cages collapse at such heights.
Red ribbons paint the water,
floating out our open mouths-
to inhale would be to choke;
exhaling was always more satisfying.
Ridding myself of the weight that nested
with claws in my throat and black feathers beneath my breast,
I will forget the way our mouths crashed
and how we weren't anything but a collision
of rusted dreams that sparked,
attempting to mimic constellations
but were never more than
asteroids and cosmic dust
strewn across a black canvas
made of envy and glittering lust...
Oh! And we were radiant-
though fleeting and unjust;
sweet addictions, always betraying
their initial lovers, a must.
After all, there is no want,
no need, without such desperati
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
the anguish of the sky.( look up and get lost )the anguish of the sky.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the sky is a thief with a pocket full of jewels
that gleam through the holes of his trousers-
and each night he fiddles with his stolen treasure
crudely fashioning constellation crowns for his beloved.
but often times, she disappears
and the sky cries in comets and meteors-
as the thunder rolls around the earth
like the unsaid prayers on his tongue
and you can see it in his planet eyes,
he is nothing when her light is gone
and he stumbles blindly across the galaxies
with black hole corneas and wet eyelashes.
adieu my love!
he cries as dawn kisses the horizon-
but the moon never replies,
too caught up in her own lust
( chasing the sun )
ocean lungsyou weigh something like gravityocean lungs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my tired expanse. you are
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
panic at the disco 4"Oh, don't you even try to act like this is not a big deal. I know it is." damn. the guy knows me too well.panic at the disco 47 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Ok fine, it is a big deal, but I just want her to be comfortable and happy. And if not liking me, makes her happy, then I'm happy." I said looking for the creamer in some cabinets.
"Whatever... but you're going to have to tell her you love her sooner or later. Sooner would be better that way she doesn't find another boyfriend. Remember her last one?" I did remember her last one. He was an idiot. If she said something he didnt like. he would beat her for it. She had moved in with him and managed to escape in the middle of the night. She grabbed her things and ran to us.
"I just don't want her to end up like another guy like that again..." Ryan said, a crack of sadness in his voice.
"Ino neither do I." I said, the same sadness in his voice as it was in mine.
We heard a small groan from the other room. Ry looked at me with a puzzled face.
"I think she's waking up... lets go check o
Nebula.my partner in crime draws lines on her forearms with her billboard eyesNebula.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we stick golden in your head like fireflies and unripe bananas and we're lovely when we're not
pining for those days when we can be stunning
this stain lasts on the fabric like you were last night
white like never and nothing and
not innocence because that's dark like the backs of my eyelids when I'm trying not to box up your
simple silence and play it like a fuzzy radio signal to put me to sleep.
if I stare at lunar valleys and remember that wishes only occur in silver and moonrays
I learn anew that if we could just lose gravity like astronauts
the scale wouldn't coach me to rip out my sweet tooth
with nothing but stamina in my mind
(while holes eat themselves through my middle.)
I called myself the superhero but then discovered I'm too small for my cape and it caught on the edge
and I hit the sidewalk like a train wreck.
I stick blue on your mouth like suffocation and loquaciousness and those shattered
:EnGarde- Ch 4::EnGarde- Ch 4:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alec climbed out of the car as Danni opened the trunk and grabbed a handful of shopping bags filled with new sports equipment. She gathered the five bags in her hands and staggered away from the car so Alec could close the trunk. Alec ran ahead of her and opened the door to the house, wedging his foot against it and the floor. He took his cell phone from his pocket and opened it, the mechanism reporting a recent message from Caleb. Without thinking, he stood up, releasing the wood and it swung back on its hinges, crashing against Danni's forehead, creased with rage.
"DUDE!" Danni shouted, grinding the heel of her sneaker into his toe, making him cry out in pain.
"What the hell, Danni?!" Alec shrieked, dropping his phone as he stumbled backwards, his foot throbbing with agony. He stooped down and lifted the device from the floor, his fingers punching in the commands to open the message. Danni smirked as she tried to get a glimpse at the text he w
Newspaper SuitI am a charlatanNewspaper Suit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
peddling fraudulent wares
but nobody else can see
where adhesive didn't stick.
And you'd think the paper trail
from the newspaper suit
would give it away
but the pictures keep smiling
while underneath gangrene begins
and happy happy faces
mask the smell
Another Hetalia Soap Opera.Germany and Italy want to get married, but they don't have enough money, so the only person that can provide money is Romano and his rich boyfriend, Spain. Romano doesn't want his little brother marrying the potato, so he does't ask Spain for the money.Another Hetalia Soap Opera.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
While that's going, Sweden wants to propose to Finland, but Denmark doesn't want him to because he's afraid the marriage will split up the group and that he'll be all alone.
While THAT'S going on, Japan is afraid of taking the next step with his boyfriend America. America is also nervous about taking the next step in their relationship, so he avoids the topic.
While THAT shit is going on, England is afraid of meeting new people after his recent breakup with France, so he talks to America. Soon, he begins to fall in love with him, only to find out that America is in a relationship. Disappointed, he looks for his last resort, France. Coincidentally, they see each other at a cafe and England confesses that he wants France back. France decl
Suddenly the windthe back deck of our houseSuddenly the wind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lights up with the night
your hands grab
at my skirt
will you leave as your father did
on the liquid roads
the candle ...
suddenly the wind
Hubris.todayHubris.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than we're ever gonna
i. and we finally did it,
drove to the mountains
and let the mattress
under our love
under the stars
ii. there are things to
iii. my eyes sting like
chlorine, but from
I finally disappointed
the highest order of shame
iv. but you cannot put
people into pockets;
v. and I cannot choose
who I love
vi. your lenses are straight,
elite and proud
mine, open and accumulating
I should run away more often,
we never talk like this
viii. and you have to realise
that I live in a world
that you don't, and you
live in one I
ix. the respect is there,
but I cannot
Raise Your Glass+Loser Like MeRaise Your Glass+Loser Like Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You may think that I'm a zero,
Turn off the lights,
But hey, everyone you wanna be,
Probably started off like me,
What's the dealio? (Ah fuck, I don't care)
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away,
So don't fancy,
Just get dancey,
Why so serious?
Just go ahead and hate on me run your mouth,
So everyone can hear,
We will never be, never be, anything but loud,
Baby I don't care,
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out,
You wanna be, you wanna be,
A loser like me,
A loser like me.
Push me up against the locker,
(Slam, slam, slam, slam.)
I'll get you back when I'm your boss,
(Oh hot damn.)
Cause hey I could be a superstar,
I'll see you when you wash my car,
It's so on right now.
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away
.picking daisies.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrists, she turns to me
with drug store
eyes and she
drops her heart at my
"it was a
no winner from the
beginning," she says,
and she is right--
and so i leave her
with her garden of eve
and a pocket full
of war stories; in the
rising sun, she tells me
that i no longer look like
Apollo, and i smile,
pick up my
skeleton, my ragged bones and
my tired veins, and
i leave her standing
find a new
Love's RealityThe couple stood there, leaning against the bridge as the moon light reflected off the quiet stream below.Love's Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night was peaceful, with the chirping of a grasshopper, or the occasional whisper of the wind, being the only things breaking the perfect serenity.
Looking down, the calm pool eminated the tranqual night, as ripples from the peaceful desent of a flower petal dispersed the other world before them.
He looked to her as she stared into the mirror below. The moonlight, delicate and mesmerizing, as it casted itself upon her soft and gentle face.
If there ever was a personification for beauty, it truely stood before him tonight.
A cool breeze swept its way over them. She leaned into him, as he rubbed her shoulder.
Her blue eyes looked into his own and shined like the stream below, her soft face glowing more than ever as her smile warmed his heart. She brought her lips to his own...
He opened his eyes. His perfect world, gone, as he gazed upon his cracked ceiling. Is it true... That a
the hanged manThis little red book you call the human body:the hanged man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take it up and shake it. Shake the flaking pages
out of it, shake it from endpaper to endpaper
until the last of the phrases are gone; shake it
until it's aching and empty, the soul of a bird.
I will give you new words.