DarknessSomeone help meDarkness6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone hide me
Someone save me
From the darkness inside me
I try so hard
To see the light
But the darkness has
no end is sight
I must keep fighting
Don't know why
In hopes one day
I'll touch the sky
Then I'll be free
And then I'll soar
Won't fear the darkness
But until then I'll struggle
But never give into pain
For if I do, my struggles
Will have all been in vain
No HelpI slit my wristNo Help8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And feel my blood pump
Slowly the life flows
Slipping out of me
The wound burns
I'm not going to stop it
It won't ever heal
Because my pain can't stop
The blood is so red
My coppery bliss
I ask myself what is this
So many scars on me
Fresh cuts alike
I scream in frustration
In silent agony
No one can hear
I call out to my goddess
Ask for help to end my pain
Just like before
Knowing none is coming
Just like before
The big finale
The big end
I scream out in pain
My blood is running cold
Accompanying my letter
I write my last message
In my own blood on the wall
So much meaning
Conveyed in four simple small words
Written blood red
"I still love you"
AxelXReader This Feeling I HaveAxelXReader This Feeling I Have2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This Feeling I Have
The day's mission was FINALLY done! Jeez you never thought being member XV would be such a hassle after only half a year with these guys. Right now all you wanted to do was head to your room and sleep for about an eternity, but that wasn't going to happen. You remember your friend Axel, member IV, had something he wanted to show you today. Lets see, what was there to say about Axel, the Flurry of Dancing Flames? Well, besides Roxas and Xion, he was really the first person to actually be nice to you after joining Organization XIII. He was nice, in an annoying, obnoxious, cocky kinda way. A great example would be his little pet name for you, Shadow Girl. After joining the organization you were gifted with a weapon called a mace, and you somehow magically possessed the power to control shadows, and even become them. Xemnas, your leader, had given you the title 'Cloud of Slithering Shadows'. That's why Red Top had adapted to calling you Shadow Girl. Oh yeah, that was yo
RoxasHe left today.Roxas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Nobody would care," is what he'd say.
I said a little too quietly, "That's not true, I would."
But it seems my words were unheard or misunderstood.
Like a breeze, a flash he was gone.
I thought he was committed to the organization, but not for long.
It's because of her, that pesky puppet.
She changed him, was him, those bonds... I had to cut it.
Or maybe it was the other boy, whose name represented sky...
The original, the true, the "miracle maker"... he could probably even fly.
While the answer isn't clear, my tears will fall like rain.
Maybe even a heartless being such as myself can feel pain.
London LoversThe hammer smacks against the nail drawing the two pieces of woods together. With a sigh, Roxas wipes the sweat from his forehead, the little blonde locks sticking there. The master had him making furniture and other stuff, but he guessed that's part of being an apprentice, you had to do what you were told and not ask many questions.London Lovers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Roxas!" He turns to look where his master's voice was coming from.
"Yes sir?" He wipes the last drops of sweat from his hands off with a rag. His master walks into the workshop
"I need you to go down to Southwark and get me my shipment from Mary." Roxas nods, "She'll know what I need." He nods again, "Once you get that back, you can go home. We'll call it an early day." Roxas' eyes widen and a smile blooms across his face.
"Yes sir. I'll be right out!" He pulls off the apron covering his clothes before rushing out the door into the midsummer London air that he loved so much. The sun warms his skin, and the Thames' wind blows through his hair. L
Mother Earth and Father TimeThere once was a boy with eyes of sapphire, whose hair shone like the sun. He didn't know where he came from, or why he was there, but he did know one thing- his domain was over Time. Flying around the cosmos, he was the one who made sure that things moved to their appropriate time, not too fast and/or not too slow.Mother Earth and Father Time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was a girl with eyes of ruby, whose hair shone like the moon. She didn't know where she came from, or why she was there, but she did know one thing- her domain was over the planet Earth. Using the winds that traversed her home, she was the one who made sure that Nature followed its appropriate course, with everything in balance.
The boy, due to his constant traveling, was a very friendly soul. He got along with almost everyone he met, and was always talking to people with a smile on his face.
The girl, having never left her domain, was a very shy soul. While she got along with those under her domai
Akuroku+Soriku Drabble"Shhh! Come on!" Axel and Riku scurried behind the pasty white couch. They could hear the soft snoring of the two younger ones sleeping.Akuroku+Soriku Drabble7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But they're so cute!" Axel whined, holding a thin paintbrush. "Don't worry, we won't wake the little angels." Riku signaled Axel to stop when they came upon Roxas and Sora. They had fallen asleep, Sora on top of his older brother after tackling him for the remote. Roxas had taken a pillow from the ground while Sora had curled up into his back.
Riku revealed a can of black paint. "Hurry!" Axel dipped the paintbrush into the smooth black surface, then crawled over and painted a devil's tail behind Sora.
"I thought you said they were angels." Riku said, looking over. "They'll just be our little devils then," Axel said, handing the brush to Riku. He dipped it back in and painted small horns over each of their heads. Roxas started to move, causing thm both to duck back behind the couch. "Sora....where's the remote?" Roxas asked dreamily. Sora groaned and
Ticking clockThe clock is tickingTicking clock6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time flying by
For one poor soul
The end is nigh
The clocking is ticking
The reaper waits
To deal the worst
Of many fates
The clock is ticking
When midnight comes
It won't be fun
The clock is ticking
Time running out
No one will hear
You scream or shout
The clock is ticking
You're too late
Midnight is here
So meet your fate
Not alone anymoreHe was surrounded by white. White, as far as the eye could seeNot alone anymore2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He didn't know how long he had been here, suspended here. Not knowing where he was, or how he- no, that's not right. He remembered how he got here
He could see him, the one of whom he was only a Replica for, standing above his dissipating body. Trying to hide the pain he was experiencing, he wondered aloud, "What happens when a fake dies? One like me where will my heart go? Does it disappear?"
"It'll go somewhere," the real version of himself answered, obviously trying to comfort him. "Maybe to the same place as mine."
"Tch," he replied. "A faithful Replica until the very end." Reflecting on it as his vision started to go dark, he realized aloud, "That's okay "
When he next opened his eyes, he found himself floating in his current location. For a little bi
SoRiku -Teach me to dance VIII"Let's practice."SoRiku -Teach me to dance VIII6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A waltz started and Sora took one of Riku's hands in his own, placing the other one on his hip. Riku, still as nervous as he was the first time they danced, blushed bright red as his fingers touched Sora's slim waist. He thought about his dream from that morning and wondered when he had become such a pervert.
"Riku? Riku, are you awake?"
"H-huh?" Riku blinked a couple of times before he could see Sora looking up at him with his sparkling blue eyes.
"Shouldn't we be uhm like... dancing?" Sora said a bit annoyed. Riku smiled.
"Alright, tell me when you're ready."
"I was ready all the time."
They finally started to dance, just an easy waltz, swaying back and forward on the steady rhythm of the music.
Riku could see Sora really loved to dance, his brown spikes bouncing up and down while the smiling brunette moved on the music. His dancing had improved, that was for sure.
"Wanna make a pirouette?" Riku laughed.
Sora cocked one eyebrow up, on which Ri
FrostingSteam rushes out of the oven, ramming into his face. He should know by now to not put his face in there right after opening the door. He pulls back and lets the wave of heat pass by before going back in. From within the oven, Sora pulls a pair of black pans with the slightest bit of red cake showing above the rim. He couldn't wait for Kairi to see this. Everything would be perfect and that cake batter between the spikes of his hair would all be worth it. Every time Kairi asked about her birthday Sora pushed it off. Saying things like I remember don't worry about it I've got something planned . This cake is the capstone of that plan. It's Kairi's favorite, red-velvet cake. He sets it on the counter to cool.Frosting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The paddle of his mixer beats together the cream cheese, milk, and powdered sugar that he'll need for the frosting. After shutting down the mixer, he sticks his finger into the bowl and scoops out a dab of the sweet white stuff.
Black veil BridesBlack veil Brides3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
they are the fallen angels
Setting the world on fire
with what they do
giving us the hope to start a new
They are our Savior's
Blessing us with words of hope
Picking us off the ground
when we feel lost
Saving us from the world
of pain and hate
They give us the strength
to face another day
Never giving in
I am a black veil brides fan
Part of their Army
Part of their new religion
but I am not the only one
their are many of us out there
Are You One?
Until I Am DoneUntil I am done,Until I Am Done6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could learn to feel on a mystic plain
standing in the sun, wind and rain
soaking up life
like a dry sponge tossed into water
my imagination would flower; expanding forever
if I could just walk that way;
find the place to be that way
Until I am done...
what could I really say?
would it change how I feel?
life seems so unreal
and the wounds never really heal
and forgiveness is hard to come by
Until I am done
watching clouds drift in exotic form
lifting my mind to their height
chilling my soul
soaring on wayward winds,
carried away from perceived sins
until my lungs burst,
I feel the energy drained,
while tears roll down
my exuberant face
Until I am done
I see the majesty of the universe
and feel so small
and yet so loved
Until I am done
I have need of this
it must be part of me
because I dream it
it's the way I choose to be
to repose in the sun.
Until I am done
Xion's Other PromiseXion's Other Promise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't remember it anymore.
Something important to me.
The river of memories clotted,
Memories connected together -
If any should leak out of his protective sleep,
What havoc would it cause? Would it injure anyone's heart?
Would it confuse anyone?
Make her cry?
A crushing sadness for a heart I do not have -
My heart that's missing still feels like it's breaking.
I only want to stay together,
With the two of you, who mean so much to me.
You want me to return back with you,
To everyone else in Organization XIII.
They search for your hearts, not knowing where they are exactly
But only knowing fully this overwhelming sense of yearning, longing,
To find them and be whole.
But I look out into the distance, past the crashing waves along the shore,
Towards the setting sun on the horizon of a bleeding sky.
I hear a boy's name and speak of it from my lips, and when I close my eyes I see
A girl with a face like mine, with eyes like mine, with hair the same as mine.
Harry Potter EpilogueHarry sat up, gasping for breath, and quickly placed his hand upon the lightning bolt scar upon his forehead. What an odd dream, he thought to himself. With a laugh, he got out of bed and began to dress, preparing to leave for his first day at work. His father, James, had recently been promoted to Minister of Magic and had gotten his only son a job in the Ministry.Harry Potter Epilogue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry, hurry up, or youll be late! His mother, Lily, yelled up the staircase. Sometimes, Harry felt like he was still at a teenager, late for his first day of school.
He ran downstairs, where his mother and father were already eating breakfast. Grabbing a piece of toast, he promptly sat down beside them and began to tell them about his dream.
You wont believe the crazy dream I just had. I dreamed that when I was a little boy, an evil wizard named Voldemort killed you two. I got sent to live with the Dursleys speaking of which, do we have to visit them this summer? of cour
Bowie's Microphone StandIve been handled by too manyBowie's Microphone Stand7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Being grabbed and moved about
But I hear theres a Bowie show tonight
Which I wont go without.
Now Im taken to be cleaned
Since he only likes the best
Tonight, tonight, oh how Ill shine
And tower above the rest!
Hes looking at me, what do I do?
As he walks around the stage
I stand up straight and try to impress
Flaunting my bright young age.
Showtimes soon! Im so very nervous
I hope Im good enough
The crowds gathering, screaming so loud
I realize this will be tough.
Hes walking out, nows my time!
Hes coming this way, oh no!
I dont think I can do this now
But hes got me and wont let go!
Im so close I can feel his breath
Yet his lips never touch me
His voice is wonderful, might I say
And I no longer wish to flee.
He draws me in to his expanding chest
As he pauses to take a breath
I feel like I may just collapse
And fall into my death.
Leaning forward, he
Knives And PensWhen you're feeling troubled,Knives And Pens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you think your world is falling apart,
Don't turn to the knife.
Turn to the pen.
Write until you cry,
If that's what has to happen,
For you to recover.
No one should have to suffer.
Self harm is not the answer,
And it never will be.
No matter how bad things get,
They will always get better.
Write your heart out.
The pencil and paper are your friend.
They are here to help you,
Until everything gets better.
Real Beauty.I look at myself in a mirror,Real Beauty.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trace my fingers over lines and marks that I am unsure of.
I was skinny once.
Then I met a boy who changed my life and I got comfortable.
But just lately I have been thinking.
There must be a reason that he still whispers sweet nothings in my ears
And strokes gently along naked flesh.
He tells me I am beautiful and the look in his eyes says it is true.
I look at myself once more and realise.
Beauty is not a size twelve, pert breasts and 35inch legs.
It is truth and reality,
A body that screams of stories and history,
Of a past, a present,
And a future with you in my arms.
So maybe I am beautiful after all.
I will never grace the glossy pages of a magazine,
Or decorate the side of a bus as an advertisment for mascara,
But I know.
I know that I am more real than any plastic girl striking a pose with blonde hair Barbie would be proud of,
Because my body talks my truths and every curve fits with you perfectly.
And as I lie here naked with you
I know that right
A dime named HarryOnce upon a time there was a dime named Harry. Harry wasn't bright like the other dimes, nor was he very new. Harry was a dirty old dime and nobody wanted to use him. All the people would say, "It's dirty and old, I'm not using that dime!"A dime named Harry9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Oh, Harry was a miserable dime indeed.
Whilst lying around on his favorite footpath one day, Harry noticed a new dime lying next to him. The new dime was everything that Harry wished he was, and so he resented it.
"He's Shiny and new," thought Harry, "What's he doing on a footpath like this, next to a dirty old dime like me? He's teasing me, I bet - well I'll teach him a lesson!"
And so one day when the other dime wasn't looking, Harry blew sand on him to cover him up. "This will do it," he said, "Now the people will want to pick me up, and not that shiny new dime," and he wasn't far from the truth.
That very afternoon a little girl came walking along the footpath when she noticed Harry sitting there. "A dime!" she squealed, "I've found a dime
for to fall on your deaf earsYou glisten in my throat, baby,for to fall on your deaf ears6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.
I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
Anytime You Want Ch8Anytime You Want Ch84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Holding a serene Frankie tight in his arms, Gerard watched the sky darken as the hours passed. The warm skin of his bare chest and that of Frank's boney back clung to each other much like the two boys did. Gerard traced light fingers over Frankie's face as he inhaled and exhaled in a soothing, gentle pattern. He watched with adoring eyes as his small, fragile lover nuzzled into him, smiling brightly, lighting up the entire room. He thought of the past hours he had spent with Frank. He thought of the millions more there would be. Gerard knew, in that moment, with the love of his life cleaving to him, that he had found his future, his forever. Gerard couldn't love the boy in his arms anymore, but he wanted to try.
"What are you thinking about Frankie?" Gerard mumbled shyly, words choked out in a horse voice thank to the hours of silence that had engulfed them.
"I don't know Gee." Frank whispered in reply while he let his small fingers delicately graze over Gerard's arm that was
Night SkyFrom opposite sides of the globeNight Sky6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at selfsame stars we gaze,
for once they seemed to hear us.
Guided to one another,
we saw likeness and parallel.
Coincidences whispered of fate,
like déjà vu's cryptic significance.
We read each others' minds,
even in dream.
It means something.
I waited for you beneath the big tree.
But the waking world sobers
with its sharp claws
and depressing truths.
I find no shelter outside your arms.
Thirst sends me to a cup of conium.
The darkness comes.
Perched on broken glass
I'll soon fall into the night sky.
In the suffocating black I reflect:
Blood beating organs
are wellsprings of pain.
If only we use our minds, and our souls,
perhaps we can find a more illusive beast...
Fantasy Vs RealityLook around you, people of Earth,Fantasy Vs Reality6 years ago in Open More Like This
What is it that you can see?
Metal, glass and mortar bound,
A destructive, cold reality.
Step ever so lightly into our world,
The forest will guide and save your soul,
And as you wander within our place,
You never will hunger, never grow cold.
All you have known is cruelty; hate,
Drudgery and hardship at its finest,
And while you feed sadness and pain,
You smother thyselves in endless devices.
Minds so narrow, we cannot fit in,
What you can't see, you will not believe,
Those with the courage are squashed like ants,
While one by one you crush children's dreams.
Our world may be fantasy to you people,
Who cannot handle that we do exist,
But to us, fantasy's embrace is better,
Than being crushed within reality's fist.