the anguish of the sky.( look up and get lost )the anguish of the sky.4 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 )
CharlieI had a stalker.Charlie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine.
I called him Charlie.
He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way.
He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He read the unknowns; the virgins with their unbroken spines. I imagine he liked the smell of them aromas preserved for him alone. Charlie appreciated the books wearing dusty coats and factory perfume a decade old.
The rest of the time he spent on the outside looking in. My co-workers were tickled pink. "What a geek." "Poor guy doesn't realize you
efter sexJulia hade äntligen gjort det. Hon hade förlorat oskulden, och nu så låg hon bredvid den sovande unge mannen som hade fått äran att ta den.efter sex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hon var besviken. Hon hade alltid föreställt sig att sex skulle kännas som det mest dekadenta hon någonsin varit med om. Hon hade trott att hon skulle skala av sig Jungfrun och blomstra ut i Horan så fort hon gjorde det, men hon kände sig varken dekadent eller sexuellt fridgjord. Inte ens lite småkinky, trots att det var två månader kvar tills hon fyllde femton, och snubben hon hade haft sex med var tjugotvå.
Hon suckade och stirrade upp i taket.
Hon lade sina händer på sin mage och såg ned på den. Tänk, en dag så kanske det skulle ligga en bebis i den.
Det kanske redan gjorde det, ett färdigvuxet litet barn.
Hon kunde ju omöjligt veta om det kommit en utomjording till henne när hon sovit och inseminerat h
Catstar kirby oc profileCatstar kirby oc profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: Young adult.
Species: Puffball (she also has some cat in her too).
Final smash attacck: Blessing healing ( this is a healing finishing move).
Rank: Rouge (she is not part of a group just yet).
Quotes: 'Hi my name is Catstar nice to meet you' and 'I may be a girl but I can be tough too' and 'umm what should I say? '.
Theme songs: A year without rain by selena Gomez and Deceiver of fools by within temptation and Wild child by enya.
Personality: Shy and timid but she is caring and kind hearted and though she may not look tough she can be quite strong when she needs to be she is also clever and quite friendly too.
Looks ( there is a preview image of on how she looks just above her profile pretty much and you can see that she has cat like ears and a pair of angel wings on her back too).
Older brother: Firestorm.
Weapons: A small knife but she will use some other weapons sometimes and she can fight without weapo
Magolor's StoryKirby walked along the path, his face in a bright, happy smile. He wandered around, and picked up a giant metamato laying on the ground. Gobbling it up in one bite gave him a smile, as he felt a new source of energy flowing through him.Magolor's Story4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He closed his eyes and rubbed his tummy in delight, letting out a squeal of hapiness as he skipped along. Quickly he noticed a blade rushing towards him, and reacted quickly by sliding out of the way. "Poyo?!"
His eyes met with Sir Kibble, one of many master cutter abilities. He smirked for a second and opened his mouth, wide. A low shreik came from Sir Kibble when he noticed leaves and rocks begn to swirl into Kirby's gaping mouth. Sir Kibble's eyes grew wide with fear as he gripped for a ledge for his life.
The pull of the air was too strong, though, and he stood no chance. His fingers lost thier grip as he was sucked straight into kirby's mouth. Now there was no chance of escape, as kirby swallowed and gained every last drop of Sir Kibbles pow
You will always be sadImagine this sad and simple scene.You will always be sad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A person sits in the darkness, the
only light shining from an inanimate
object. There is no one at home; this
house is big and lonely. Their eyes
drift rapidly from place to place, they
yearn for stability yet it doesn't happen.
Then the waters start to burn their eye.
They fall uncontrollably, stinging their
flawless face. Suicidal thoughts come
and go, the pain ebbs in and out, but
the darkness forever stays in her soul.
I need to escape this hell, and
remind myself how it felt to be the
innocent person who always had a
chance to be happy. The devil whispers
quickly in my ear saying:
You have no chance.
Carrion Lagurr: Temporary BioCarrion Lagurr: Temporary Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Carrion Lagurr
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Species: Arrancar (Former Adjuchas)
Alliance: Septimo Espada
Aspect of Death: Penance
-Great Spiritual Power
-Cero (Cero Salpicaduras - Splashing Cero)
-Master Tactician and Strategist
Resurrección: Ostra (Oyster)
Segunda Etapa Capable: No
There is a place..There is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she gropes for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. Sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.There is a place..8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Haven't you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? A place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be infected. So beautiful, so deadly. Memories like mercury in the moonlight.
There is a place sound goes when there isn't a soul around to hear it. A place rain falls and water rushes and trees snap. The air is thick and tastes of soft violets. Mirrors reflect space and the sky expands with the blink of an eye, opening the ground beneath you to a place you never knew existed.
That is where I live.
There is no Sun here. Light comes and goes. I live in the shadows of others' light. When someone blows out a candle, the
Marx and Kirby Take a JoyrideMarx and Kirby Take a Joyride4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was noon and Marx, Magolor, and Kirby were about to have lunch.
"Hey Magolor, where are the plates?" Marx called out. He was searching through the cabinets and inside the sink.
"Uh, I think I left them in my ship. Magolor answered, "Do you mind getting them for me?"
"Sure. I'll be right back."
So Marx scampered outside and into the Lor. He looked around until he spotted the plates inside the control room.
"Ah-ha. Here they are!" He went over to pick up the plates.
"Is there food in here?" said a voice.
"Huh?" Marx turned around to see that Kirby had followed him, "Why are you here? Are you stalking me or something?"
"No. Kirby just wanted to see if there was food in here," Kirby looked around and went up to the control panel. "Kirby hasn't been in here for a while. This ship is nice."
"The Lor is pretty nice isn't it? I wish I could take a ride in it once. Haha."
Kirby looked at the buttons on the control panel, "Kirby wonders if he can make it fly It shouldn't be any harder th
the artist.01.the artist.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you. try to make some friends?"
dear mom, i am trying
i played chess with a man in the park
i helped a girl find her parents
i am content with who i am, mom,
now i am just trying to help others achieve the same.
i ran into the artist again today
and he taught me how to paint
and then he smiled at me and said, "you're different than the rest."
we made plans, me and
Piranha - Chapter 1: DeathPiranha - Chapter 1: Death13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Death
In absolute darkness, incarcerated in a coffin-like box that serves as cell, life support, and torture device all in one, Rayman is suspended. A procession of images moves across the blackness before his eyes, voices so real inside his ear that he would turn his head to look, if he could. Closing his eyes makes no difference. Pictures of the war, the events just preceding, during, and following the defeat of his planet and his own capture the successes, the failures; his inspired ideas, his catastrophic errors. And then the one that comes back, over and over, crowds out all the rest, the picture that crushes a moan out of him: the picture of Ly, blindfolded, her hands tied, brutally struck, forced into a concrete coffin while he watched. He cant turn his head away from the sight, he cant close his eyes to it, he still hears her gasp of pain and shock as the meta
ForgottenForgotten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A congregation convenes to
confront a cold corpse's casket.
Bringing before it tears, emotions,
memories, and trembling limbs.
Not a single word is mustered,
yet a realm of regret clouds the scene.
Tears graze the soil that will become
an eternal resting place six feet under.
Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh,
ignoring the omnipresence of the dead.
An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers,
chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket.
Words would only interrupt the ceremony.
Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh.
We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts,
lest the casket, the corpse, and all else be forgotten.
Returning from Stardust: Chapter 2Returning from Stardust: Chapter 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Returning from Stardust
"I'm so glad you understand." I said, I looked to King Dedede and Waddle Dee, "Do you guys believe me?" I asked. "Well, if Meta Night and Kirby believe you, you must be good. Sure maybe I'm not best of friends with Kirby, but I can trust him." Dedede shrugged as he said that and Waddle Dee nodded as he said it. "Oh good, thank you all!" I said delighted. "Well at least no one else got hurt," I said looking at Kirby. "Yeah, any further and Kirby would have been pummeled. He didn't lay a finger on us!" Dedede laughed, "Didn't lay a finger? I thought Kirby has beaten all of you several times before!" I tilted my head. "Now that you mention it." Meta Night said cooly, "Kirby wasn't trying at all. All he did was try and keep us from moving him." I looked back to Kirby, "So he wasn't even trying..." I said lowly. Meta Night left after I said that and King Dedede, Waddle Dee, and Kirby into the Lor. We took a seat at the kitchen part of the Lor, "S
Happy Poem?Happy Poem?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone asked me to write a happy poem
But I can't, on the inside I'm not happy
Someone asked me to smile for the camera
But how can I, When I'm falling part
Someone asked me to laugh my real laugh
But I can't, there is something wrong with me
Someone asked me to write a happy poem
But I can't, I'm not happy inside
And happiness is the only emotion
I can't fake
Fragile--FFM Day 7Lindsey Stirling blared from my ear buds and I bobbed my head, furrowing my brow. My hand was shoved deep into my purse, searching for my keys. Instead, I found receipts from the Stone Age, a collection of seashells from last year's vacation, and enough pepper spray to blind at least twenty bears.Fragile--FFM Day 72 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Frustrated, I dumped my portable landfill on the welcome mat; lipstick tubes and loose change bounced across the wood and disappeared, lost beneath the porch. Spreading objects out with my hands, I sighed. No keys. "Damn it all to Hell and back ag--"
Glancing up, the box near my door caught my eye. Wrapped with neon-colored paper, a large skull-and-crossbones bow held a handwritten "FRAGILE" note in place. The colors were garish, clashing with the ivory siding.
Wrinkling my nose, I pulled the package toward me, keys forgotten. The paper was slick, slipping against the pads of my fingertips like silk. Examining the box, I flipped the "FRAGILE" note over--and gasped.
Yanking the ear
RussiaXReader : Beauty Vs The beastRussiaXReader : Beauty Vs The beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You woke up in the police department. You were laying on a couch with your head on Ivan's lap. You noticed he was awake. He also had something in his hand.
"Oh god! My poor little sweetheart ______. Are you alright?" Ivan looked like he was about to cry."Y-yeah. I'm fine. Hey, how did we get here anyway?" You asked while sitting up. Ivan instantly hugged you with all the love he ever has given off. "I thought I would have lost you forever.Uh..._______?" he said pushing you to the other side of the couch. He got up and blushed."yes Ivan?" you were still cluesless as to what he was blushing for until he knelt down. Then you realized what was going on."You will become one with mother russia, Da?" he said pulling out a daimond ring that had russian writing on it. You started to cry. Evryone stopped and looked at you two."I-I don't know what to say ivan. I am to speechless." he got up and put his lips near your left ear"You can say yes...or no, your choice." You kissed him and pulled away"
Chelsea x Elliot Chp. 3Chelsea x Elliot Chp. 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chelsea x Elliot
"W-What happened to my field?!", I exclaimed. I'd woken up this morning to find that most of my work for the day had been done. My turnips had all been neatly harvested and put in a large basket by my door along with a few packets of potato and turnip seeds. A small portion of my field was cleared out, tilled, watered and the logs and stones stacked on the side. Suddenly, a bright yellow slip of paper sticking out of the log pile caught my eye. It read: Since work can be boring, I thought I'd help you out this once. Now you can have the day to yourself, you did a good job with what little you had, and we're glad you washed up on the Island with us. "Huh, I can't believe they all did this for me," I whispered, amazed. "We'll I guess I can explore the Island a little more today and do some of those other jobs I've been procrastinating.."
I gently sat all
Suicidal little caterpillarOh caterpillar, caterpillar Why are you so sad?Suicidal little caterpillar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it's because humans are incredibly bad?
The darkness would ooze, out of their breath
Stepping on you, causing an inevitable death.
Oh caterpillar, caterpillar I'll give you a chance.
Before you die, go ahead and delicately dance.
The dance of tranquility will fill you with hope.
Until your hairy heads hang from a rope.
Oh caterpillar, caterpillar You used to be so sure -
One day you would bloom into something demure.
You would slowly slither and slide into your cocoon
Till that kid came along and plucked you off too soon.
Oh caterpillar, caterpillar A paradise of pain.
To be caught and catapulted, again and again.
Once having the strong will to morph into a butterfly.
Till the pain got too much and you chose to die.