Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Black Butler, Sebastian X Reader part 2The state i was in was like nothing i had ever felt before. I felt like i was awake, and asleep at the same time. I felt like i knew what was going around me, yet i felt completely oblivious to it all. I thought i saw...felt would be a better word to describe it when Sebastian gently carried me into my room and lay me down on my small bed, pulling the blankets over me and kissing my forehead sweetly before blowing out the candle he was holding and exiting the room.Black Butler, Sebastian X Reader part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
I lay there in a strange trance for some time, it felt like hours, but it could have been minutes. By the time the morning sun shone into the room and i managed to come to, i felt like i had been sleeping for years. A knocking came on the door and i sat up. Strangely enough, i felt absolutely fine, i would have even gone as far to say i felt better than the night before.
"Come in." i said, the sleepy feeling that had pulled me into the trance was completely gone, i was perfectly awake. And i wasn't surprised when Mey Rin stu
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-"I'm done rebelling." Miku complained kicking the bus bench.New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miku it's been an hour since we left the agency!" Piko said leaning over his bench to tap Miku on the head.
"Yeah and now I'm bored I so could use some starbucks." She groaned.
"Seriously Miku? You where the first to volunteer." Rin exclaimed.
"Miku's very strong willed." Len laughed full of sarcasticness. (I know thats not a real word!)
"Very." Gakupo agreed leaning over his bench seat behind me and reaching down at me. I punch his hand away leaning against Len who sat next to me. Len turned his head and gave a smug grin to Gakupo and slid his arm around my shoulders.
"Well, I have just one question." Rin spoke up from across the aisle.
"Yeah?" Everyone chorused.
"Um where do we go now?" She asked. Everyone grew silent except the other random passengers.
"Aw crap. Now you didn't happen to think about that did ya Pizza?" Meiko asked. We all gave her one funny look. She pointed at Piko.
"Hey now! I'm no food! Are you high? It
My Own Cyber GodBoss(Sara) POVMy Own Cyber God2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Fuck! Where the hell is that air support I called in, Kinzie?!"
I yelled into my cell phone. "I-I don't know, boss! They should be there!! I'll call them in again!" I growled in aggravation, "I don't have enough time, damn it!" I dropped my cell phone and booked it, jumping off the building that was ready to blow. I managed to pull my parachute just in time, landing on the ground. I sighed in relief as I threw it off, patting myself off. I looked over my shoulder at the building blowing up, grinning slightly.
"Damn Deckers..." I turned to walk off but right as I did that, I felt pain spread out my body from my neck. Yelping in pain, I fell to the ground. "W-What the hell?! Ugh!!"
"Well, well, well! Look at what I got!" I heard a voice sneer. I tried to raise my head to look at the little prick who said that but my body just wouldn't do it. I muttered a bit, "Fuck. YOU." I managed to spit out before blacking out, hearing that laughter fill the air.
"Got ya, Sain
A Season of Winter1. and so it begins. . .A Season of Winter3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
their death poems
2. senses awaken. . .
I open a melon,
its green perfume
3 . across a field. . .
the Milky Way
casts a farmer's shadow
4. welcome. . .
shutting out the chill,
moonlight spills in
5. daydreams. . .
winter vegetables for stew,
thoughts of summer plums
6. snow angels. . .
the imprints you and I
left behind, fill with snow
7. comet-trysting. . .
new moon phase—
winter anointed with sapphires
from a nightly caller
8. solstice. . .
the same moon
you and I
the same moon
9. a homecoming. . .
milky way in deep winter—
his son's voice
no longer a child's
10. crystallized. . .
half dressed by a window—
frost on the cars
11. cold morning, hot tea. . .
he sips a steaming cup
watching from its edge
as I cut pears in two
12. a harbinger. . .
Rain of FateRain of Fate2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Fate
Covered-up war crimes redefine: white lies
A campaign speech ended with “Fire at will.”
Our votes become compromised
Prioritized pipelines run through Mother Nature's eyes
As a S.W.A.T teams closes in on the protesters for the kill
Our freedom is not recognized
Quarreling over greedy desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / Morals are governed
The lies told to me by my Teachers
The lies told to you by your Lawyers
The lies told to us by our Police Officers
The lies told to everyone by the Prime Minister
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of our brothers
A man-made cycle of life and death
Joining a religion; and abiding by justice
Living life as if it was a life sentence
Made-up answers to made-up questions is all we will ever get
The last tree burned
A campaign speech began with “My name is Unforgiven.”
The PromiseThe Promise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At Steelport, by the way which was now, for all intents and purposes, Saints' territory, go us.
A lot went down, that's for sure being kidnapped by the Syndicate and dropped off here, losing Johnny that was a tough one, especially for Shaundi but we got our revenge, and then some. Now the Syndicate were all but screwed, the Saints own Steelport, and I'm personal buddy-buddies with the mayor, Burt Reynolds
good God, Burt Reynolds. Can you believe that?! BURT REYNOLDS IS IN THE SAINTS.
Hot damn, Julius, if you could see us now. We're so much damn better than we were when you were in charge, that's for damned sure.
So for the moment, we're resting here in Steelport. Legal Lee wants us to do Gangstas In Space, so I figure we'll eventually be heading back to Stilwater, no big, I guess.
But still, there's something bugging me about our newest Saint.
Viola DeWynter. Formerly of the Syndicate one day she up and calls me, divulges some import
Hidden FearsHidden FearsHidden Fears10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death is only one step away
You are an artist and poet
You live in a world of dreams
Your imagination is incredibly powerful
You have written many excellent poems
And created wonderful pieces of dark gothic artwork
In your desire to create new themes
You have delved deeper into your mind
You are slowly losing control of your sanity
Madness may take over at any moment
To achieve greatness you have to take risks
And dwell in the dark recesses of your mind
Will you take the final step?
If you make a mistake you will be doomed
Insanity will be your companion
You will drown in your own dark thoughts
And death will soon follow
On your tomb will be engraved the following message:
"She died for her art"
All AloneIt's darkAll Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't see
for me to be
I'm all alone
no one cares
I don't know
who I am
Who am I,
cuz I don't know
not that I care
asked about that
sorry for the lies
forgive me if
cuz I'm not sure
how longer I can cry
and not want
DX Meet the Ghostbusters 3DX Meet the Ghostbusters 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 3- Morbid Discoveries
After DX unpacked thier clothes, Huter went outside the hotel to look for a pool while Shawn and sophia stood outside on thier hotel Balcony looking out into the bright sky.
"We're gonna have to get used to this place if we're gonna stay here for a month" Sophia told Shawn
"Yeah I know" he told her "We should roam around later on and get to know the place."
"Sounds good" she replied with a smile. "I'm just glad we finally get a decent vacation away from the company."
"Yes." he agreed "No more dealing with sleepless nights, back-aches, cramps, blood..."
"Long flights, Charlie Horses, sweat, exaustion..." Sophia continued
"and no more Vince, Orton, Edge, Cena, 'Taker,"
"John, Paul, George, Ringo"
"Wait...what?" Shawn asked her confused about what she had said
She laughed a bit "I'm just kidding."
He laughed a bit and hugged her waist. "I assumed that since we dont know any George's or Ringo's"
Sophia and Shawn looke
FarewellFarewellFarewell10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was a dark gothic artist
And a talented romantic poet
Her work hung in galleries around the world
In Paris, London, Madrid and New York
She painted with passion and emotion
So many sad creations that would bring tears to your eyes
Her poetry was deep and sensitive
Both sad and uplifting
It could enrich and enrapture
She read many books and watched many films
She drew on her own experience of heartache and pain
Each tear could inspire a new piece of art
Or provide the first line to a perfect sonnet
Her heart was in pieces
All the money in the world could not sooth her soul
She had been rejected by her lover on their wedding day
The scars of life were hidden deep inside
She had a beautiful smile
But inside she was heartbroken
She painted her final picture called Farewell
And finished a poem by the same name
She took a potion and closed her eyes
Slowly she slipped away from this world
And entered the Kingdom of Heaven
MemoryMemory's composedMemory7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of thousand mirrors
hanging in the dark:
if you break them
you are bleeding
to death from the shards.
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Mr. Smith is an Ideal AthleteQwuedeviv Crew 52: Mr. Smith is an Ideal Athlete1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Kitty? Here kitty, kitty.”
My ears perked up but I was still face down on the pillow in my favorite cardboard box.
“Kitty.” I heard again.
I grumbled and pushed myself up partially. Cedric hadn’t quite picked up on the fact I wasn’t exactly the same as their Earth cats. Oh well, another day.
I crawled out of my bed. Command Center and such didn’t seem fully coherent yet so I had to rely on my own knowledge. I navigated through the door and blinked a few times to get my Visual Scanners working—eyes that is. Or well that is the closest thing I can relate my high tech properties to. A doctor would call them the same exact thing but how boring is that?
“Right here.” I commented and waited to hear him again.
“Oh, there you are.” He appeared from behind and picked me up before I could protest. “How you feeling today, Kitty?”
DesireMy heart beats fast when I see youDesire10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I find myself lusting
But you want me less
The more I want you
My actions feel desperate
Chain myself to a pole
To try and stop
From calling you
My desires overwhelm me
Throw myself in the fire
Scorched for no reason
And rejected by you
My mind is made up
No more your adorer
I'll break through the chains
That tie me to you
I'll make you not matter…
My heart hurts from the pain
I know you don't want me
But then everything
Reminds me of you
My temptations grow larger
And I find myself drawn
Back to the torture
Of my one sided addiction
As I reach for the phone…
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the deadSlaves of the dead7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part two of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second part of Eyes of an Angel will no longer be available for viewing here, as it’s going to be published by Pants On Fire Press! I apologize to those who were looking forward to seeing the rest of the story and I hope that you can share in my excitement that it will soon be an illustrated book, with artwork by the incomparable Natsuki-3.
Thank you for your support and stay tuned for more news! Links to Pants On Fire Press’ website and facebook can be found in the comments. I will update this notice once it hits the shelves!
Again, thank you!
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
You're beautifulPlease eat.You're beautiful7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
MemoryI stand and stare in awe.Memory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'It was quite damaged after the accident, so we couldn't save it,' the woman is saying. She is dressed smartly, with her hair scraped back into a high ponytail, and she looks a bit like a headmistress, but she speaks quite kindly. 'Most of the contents were unharmed, though, and so we've put them in boxes for you to look through it's a fairly long drive from here to our destination.'
There is a brief silence, during which she gets into the car and puts on her seat belt, and then she seems to finally notice that I am gaping. 'Ah,' she says. 'We did tell you that your mother was a photographer, but I think we may have forgotten to mention her voluminous archives. Impressive, isn't it?'
I nod as I seat myself beside the boxes of photo albums and shut the car door. 'Very.'
I watch the world slowly become a blur through the car window as we accelerate, and then I turn to the boxes. Carefully, and somehow hungrily at the same time, I reach for an album.
Grim ReaperGrim Reaper, tell me:Grim Reaper8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who's leaving today?
Did I hear you crying
As down they did lay?
Such glorious morning,
Such gloomy a chap,
Collecting the men's blood
And draining trees' sap,
Grim Reaper, tell me:
Why do you mourn?
Why are you weary
And why are you worn?
Come here, I'll give you
A pat on the back,
I'll try to make up for
The smiles that you lack,
Grim Reaper, tell me:
How do you cope
With guns at the ready,
The knife and the rope?
As men drain their cups
Poisined up to the brim,
I will make your day
Just a little less grim.