Walk the LineI walk the line in the presence of a girl who's sweet, kind, and cute. Her charming smile, innocent laugh, clear eyes, and warm demeanor make my heart melt in her presence. Even when she's mad, her tantrums are adorable. Everyone loves her.
I on the other hand am not that. I'm ragged 'round the edges, rough and worn. My laughs are sand paper, my smiles sarcastic, muddy eyes simply lie, and I am feared for my temper. I cannot be loved by any.
I don't know why she's still here even with all the problems I bring. I fuss and complain, unable to really control myself, yet she takes it all with a smile. Even with my fearsome temper, she hasn't abandoned me yet.
I really just wish I could hold her and tell her the way I feel, the way I see, why I do what I do, how I know what I know. My words are garbled and come out fractured, the splintered ends driving us apart, I know. It's s
No MoreWhen I had my first boyfriend, I never realized that he wasn't the one I loved. I mean, sure, he was cute and all, but he wasn't what I was looking for. Every time we kissed or held hands I felt as though I were betraying my feelings... but I didn't even know what my feelings were! It wasn't until I began spending more time with my best friend that I realized that she was the one I truly loved. However, we were both raised being told that homosexuals would go to hell, so I was terrified that she would reject me. I steeled myself and confessed my feelings to her one day, and surprise surprise, she flat out rejected me.No More1 year ago in Spirit Day More Like This
I lost my best friend that day.
Be Mine! Ch. 8Rin's PovBe Mine! Ch. 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, what do you want to do?" Mikuo asked me.
"I don't know, let's play a game." I shrugged and said.
"What's your favourite food?"
"Let's play the pocky game, then!"
"Wait? What's the pocky game?" I asked nervously.
"I will show you." He smiled, seductively?
We were soon seated infront of a vanilla pocky. I longed for orange but this is what he has, so...
"What you do is bite on end of the pocky, and continue biting it without letting it loose. Who first comes to the other side wins." Mikuo explained, holding the pocky.
"Oh, ok." I said, "what's the point of the game?"
"Its a game to play on Valentine's day. But since we are bored..."
"Fine." I said.
I bit of one side of the pocky and tried to bite it without letting it loose, I had to grab Mikuo's shirt so I won't bite the pocky too hard. Our faces became closer and closer to each other as I realized why they play this game on Valentine's day.
I quickly pushed him away, blushing.
"What?" Mikuo asked.
"If we b
Who am I?Who am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the wind
Quiet, still, and unseen
Then, when you least expect it
Howling and flying through the air
Chasing after the birds of inspiration
I never think
Never plan, never bother to stop and look to what lies ahead
I just go.
Follow my instincts and trust where they lead me
Without any second thoughts.
I can be a gentle zephyr tickling your cheek on a summer day
I can be the cool breeze blowing up the fiery leaves of autumn
The raging gusts of a blizzard
Or the calm before a storm
I am always changing
Depending on the seasons or my mood.
I am the wind
Quiet, still, and unseen.
When you least expect it
Howling and flying through the air
Chasing after the birds of inspiration.
The Hunter's AdviceHey you.The Hunter's Advice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, no, don't back away. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not unless you let me.
Come now, don't look at me like that. Words are void of meaning. Only actions can truly make a difference. If I really wanted to destroy you, I would have done it the second we met. I absolutely despise your kind. Humans. Filthy, selfish, egotistical little bastards. Always thinking they're above everything else in this world. Pretending to be kind and gentle on the outside, when on the inside, they're cold-hearted, manipulative monsters.
What? You think that I'm wrong? Hm. I suppose I am exaggerating. A little. Let me rephrase my statement then. The majority of humankind is made up of such a populace. The minority are weak. Naïve, stupid, and innocent in a world where innocence should not even exist. Still don't believe me. Ha. Clearly, you come from the minority and have lived a sheltered life. No matter. You will soon become one of them. The feral demon inside you will soon
My Closet.My closet is full of porn.My Closet.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fluffy handcuffs and lingerie.
And the sex draw lies at the back.
My closet holds all the passwords.
To laptops full of yaoi fanfics.
And bad poetry.
My closet is brimming with secrets.
Bones that trap me in shame.
Time to set them free, and air out the place.
Fantasies of Titanic relationships.
A crushed wish to whisper "I love you."
So far from my Ice Queen persona.
My closet keeps all my fears.
Tucked away and buried.
My social anxieties and issues.
My family ties, all but cut
Through pain and hate.
Failed attempts to fix the unfixable.
My closet is big, but it's getting full.
Of paranoia and hidden emotions.
There's barely room for any more.
So it's time for change.
For truth, liberation.
And skeletons be damned.
My closet no longer keeps me safe.
It hides me from the world.
It keeps me from myself.
Is it love?Is it love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm standing here, watching you watch me.
In the moonlight.
You step towards me,
I step back.
I see your true form, the moonlight dancing on your pale skin.
The wind blowing strongly around us.
I see regret in those deep blue eyes, and realize
I've hurt you.
As I see those blue eyes look away,
I step in and take you in a tight embrace.
You hesitate for only a moment, as you hug me in tight.
I feel your warm breath on my neck,
The gentle scrape of your fangs...yet.
I am not afraid.
Is this love?
The smell of blood hits me.
Blood from a man that was trying to hurt me.
You saved me.
I am not afraid.
It starts to rain, drenching us both.
Yet I am not cold.
Your warmth, warms me throughout my body.
As I look at you now I see the boy,
And I also see a man.
As I release my embrace, I take your hand in mine.
Yes I think this is love.
That thought was the only thing on my mind as we walked home
Hand in hand, smiling like both are dreams just came true.
-Longing-After so much longing it finally rained-Longing-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want this rain to wash away the memories of loneliness
I want to bathe in it with you
My love is a mysterious emotion that will never fade
I hope you remember that when you sleep
Even if your dreams are gone by morning
Reaching towards the sky
I was catching all the stars, all the wishes
The streets glistened with moisture under my bare feet
Melancholy falls from gray clouds
I sigh like this because I miss you
In my mind we're always walking together
At home you're waiting on paper
With angel wings placed on your shoulders
Despite our mistakes, they truly suit you
The puddles are warm beneath the orange streetlights
Transforming the rain to a magical gold
My footprints should be that color
This summer rain is nothing like the October rain I knew
Now there are no frozen tears and unfulfilled wishes
Those twisted times don't mater, I believe in our embrace
You were the crescent moon, lighting my way
Even behind the thunderclouds
Diary of the Gods: PersephoneTAKEN FROM THE DIARY OF PERSEPHONEDiary of the Gods: Persephone1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This day much sadness is upon my mother, and upon myself as well. Hades has claimed me as his queen for seven months of the year, as decided by the Fates. That leaves me with my mother for five months. I thought my sorrow was over when Hermes came to fetch me from the Underworld, but no such luck is mine. Hades tricked me, before I left with Hermes, into eating seven seeds of my favorite fruit, the ever fine pomegranate. I was foolish. I must be strong when I am in the Underworld, for both my mother and me. Perhaps I shall grow to like it down there, with only the dead for company. Wish me well in the future.
Some friends are out to get you.How could you be so blind?Some friends are out to get you.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Your concepts are undefined.
Hypocrisy stains your lips
as you continue with your prolonged fits.
One day my words will spill,
and you'll deserve what's coming.
Our friendship is drenched in your denial.
Continue to feed yourself with empty truths and bile.
Vanity is your biggest downfall.
My ample grin, you're falling deeper in sin,
but I'll be there to witness it all.
Such a shame, I'm done with your game.
Behold- your low lying enemy .
A Thousand Years Shouting voices and footsteps invade Nico di Angelo's dream; not that it was the kind that he would want to sleep all the way through. Actually, nightmare is probably the right word. He has those so often these days, and he's no longer even sure what they're about. But lately, they've involved someone else, someone he can't quite see properly and doesn't recognize, but that he's desperate to reach. He remembers only small things, a flash of long, platinum-blond hair, haunting silvery-gray eyes, a ghost of a smile. Shaking his head to clear it, he frowns, raven hair falling into his dark eyes. He allows himself a brief moment to wonder what the hell is wrong with him, before the sounds that woke him filter back into his mind. Standing up and pulling on his familiar aviators' jacket, a pair of sneakers, and the belt for his sword's sheath (he'd simply slept in his clothes), he opens the door of his cabin into pouring rain, which is strangeA Thousand Years1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Never MineMe: Road to success...Never Mine1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SingleI don't see why some people look down on you if you aren't dating someoneSingle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It completely boggles me
So I don't have a girlfriend,
Does that make me a loser?
Does it make me any less intelligent?
Does it mean there's something wrong with me?
I don't think so.
It just means I'm not romantically involved with someone,
And I don't see anything wrong with that
Will I be single my entire life?
Or will I meet someone latter on down the road?
I can't say which will be true for me,
But either way,
I don't care
I'm happy just being single for now
UselessSometimes I think that emotions are uselessUseless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That all they do is cause problems
They all occur because our emotions
They all cause suffering
But there are other emotions
That help me stop thinking that emotions are useless
These emotions help me remember,
That even though our emotions can cause a lot of pain and suffering,
They can also bring a lot of happiness and joy
HurtSometimes I wonder,Hurt1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I even matter
If that future we used to see together,
Lately it feels like it's gone,
Crumbling away in front of us
I'm trying hard to stay strong,
And I keep asking for help
But I can't do this forever,
And it doesn't feel like you understand
You're happy because you're successful,
I'm crying because I never see you
I've become unimportant,
Every time we talk,
You say you're doing your best
And every time we talk,
I choose to believe you
But nothing else is suffering in your life,
So I'm confused and hurt,
Because I love you so much
Do I still exist to you?
Is our future still there,
Or are you so successful that it doesn't matter?
Metroid: Alpha/Omega (Teaser Story Working Title)Part 2: Message From The Past...Metroid: Alpha/Omega (Teaser Story Working Title)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you clear it up any better?", she asked, her eyes glued to the screen, but his image did not answer her nor nod in agreement as it seemed to concentrate even further.
"How...er we have... ...et all ...ople we... ...n into ...uclear bun... and to ...afe zones as quic... possible, but there are obviou... still ple... out ...ere... ask everyone to hel... others and listen to ...olice and the milit... decis... and orders."
The image of the woman on the screen paused for a moment and began looking even more graver as she looked to be talking to some one off screen, as she covered the microphone with a free hand and the holographic image on the top right nodded. "Language translated to 99.99% proficiency."
The worn looking woman took a deep breath and began again seeming even more desperate in nature. "Who ever can hear this message please respond. I am Kimberly Whitm
Slender pt1"Yahoo!!!" I nearly yelled, "Winter has officially started, and I am home free!"Slender pt11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I grabbed my jacket and notebooks out of my locker. Unfortunately I tripped and stumbled into someone, who dropped their stuff. I turned scarlet and began to pick it up and apologize. I handed them to the guy. I sighed, my buzz was completely ruined, I slid into the library and sat in an empty seat on a four side table. I figured I had an hour or two before the school closed so I decided to read a chapter I was struggling with. I flipped through the first few pages, pulled out a bottle of soda, and began to lose myself in the pages. Suddenly I was shaken out of my book, by my best friend, Charlie.
"Hey, hey! Why are you always reading? If you have the time, hit the chics man." He said quiet loudly ( or at least that's how it seemed to me).
I almost choked on my soda, "DUDE." I hissed in an undertone," I thought I told you not to ask me for favors when it came to girls. I am in no way attractive, most peopl
Things that Break my HeartI.Things that Break my Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A comic; a joke:
"Saving for college" from a bright-eyed boy who
took your order please and, one
panel later: "... in thirty-five years."
Unfairness is overwhelming, for a young man who made
a smart choice is rewarded
with broken dreams and
three and a half decades of a detour job.
limbs thin as a wrought iron gate and just
as twisted, stomachs bulging like very pregnant
women, stare up from a magazine page at
me, who wishes I could give
up sweets for long enough to lose
Two lines of a song:
Sung over and over again
in a shout all through the night
No pressureGirl: I believe in you!No pressure1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Orihara in Ikebukuro - Part 1I darted between the pedestrians of the Ikebukuro streets as a vending machine came crashing down behind me. I laughed. "My, my Shizu-chan," I taunted, "you're aim is quite bad. Sure you don't need to get your eyes checked?" An angry roar echoed as the weak humans around me all fled from the fury that had been unleashed.The Orihara in Ikebukuro - Part 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
The harsh sound of metal bending reached my ears, and a smirk played on my lips. "Kan-ra-chan " the beast of a man growled, "what did I say about calling me that ?" Sunlight glinted off his blond locks, and the heavy, metal pole was hoisted above his head as though it weighed no more than a feather.
I giggled. "Why, you told me not to! But you're so much fun to tease, Shizu-chan, that I simply can't stop!" He bellowed in rage and hurled the light pole at me, which I dodged with ease. My black hair fanned out behind me, the jacket I stole from my older
Who Are YouIt seems easy, doesn't it. To look in the mirror and know who you are.Who Are You1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am Sophia. My hair is naturally brown, but I've dyed it over and over again and will continue to dye it because I don't like my hair's natural brown.
This is step one.
I am Sophia. In elementary school I thought that all bad people could be swayed into kindness with a few touching words. I've had experiences that now tell me otherwise.
This is step two.
I am Sophia. I hate my name. I hate the way it sounds and I hate telling people my name.
This is step three.
I am Sophia. I hate most of my family. I hate my heritage and some of the people that gave me that heritage.
This is step four.
I am Sophia. I hate that small things scare me like the 2012 myth, Creepypasta, and chain letters.
This is step five.
And I could go on to step six, step seven, step one hundred, but what good would that do.
It seems so simple to go up
a deeper lookburs the dream find the cracks see through the holes sigh in relief, make sure you're awakea deeper look1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
make sure you're alive, make sure you're human
beat, beat, beat, beat
does it stop?
who are you?
the mirror never replies
find me in the masses
I should be happy
where am I ?
more than together
all that I have
that will never come
to rip away the curtain
I won't be disappointed
I won't have it
I know how the rules work
rip off the band-aid
it can't hurt more than you do know
we fade away
WatchingI watched it intentlyWatching1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was beautiful
It was fast
It was out of my control
I liked it
It terrified me
I asked myself what I was doing
I asked myself why
I listened to the silence of no answer
I just kept watching
What could I change
I want anything but the silnce
The empty void keeps getting bigger
will it suck me in today, or tomorrow?
am I weak
am I strong
I know nothing
Its lighting myself aflame
Its watching my life go by
The graveyard I stand here on a tombstone, my skull mask clinging to my face. My blue hooded sweatshirt rustling in the air as a gust goes by. I hear the shuffle of feet behind me and I glance over my shoulder. Standing there was a horde of zombies. I turn fully and jump off the tombstone. Standing at the back of the horde was a man in rags.The graveyard1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Who are you?" I ask, tilting my head.
"I'ma necromanca!" The ragged man yells at me.
I sigh and hold out my left arm. In a matter of seconds my arm morphs into a blade. A zombie charges me and I swing my arm. Its head goes flying, a clean cut on the wound. The other zombies let out a howl and start charging. I run into the horde and spin, my blade arm cutting through zombies. The blade arm cuts through the zombies around me. A zombie with metal blades jutting from its arms swings at me. I bring my arm up, parrying the zombie. I slam my foot in