:PC: Right For MeRight For Me:PC: Right For Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
++ A oneshot of Ichigo Kurosaki and Kirei Jaegerjaquez (DarkRose9994's OC) ++
Warning: Some light smut.
Kirei left her small apartment that she shared with her older brother, Grimmjow. Her bag was hung over her shoulder as she whistled a tune, strolling down to her new high school, Karakura High, beginning her new life as a "normal" teenager.
Honestly, she hadn't expected her first day to go over that well. She was surprised to have adapted pretty easily, and everyone was pretty accepting of her, which was an even bigger surprise, considering her rough appearance and way of speaking. (Of course there was that girl with the curly blonde hair who often called her a "Yanki," but then again, she seemed a little off.)
A slight blush came onto her cheeks when her mind drifted to Ichigo Kurosaki. Why did he seem so familiar to her? She felt so comfortable around him and felt like she'd known him forever. Was that creepy? To already harvest these feelings for somebod
Entrevista a Azrael.....Algo ke paso cuadno descubria a mi otro yoEntrevista a Azrael.....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
UndeceasedUndeceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a matter of time
Before I leave myself behind
I've almost pushed everything away from myself
And soon there will be no more reasons to beg for help
I'm slowly dissipating, and as this continues on there will be nothing else
I am just too tired
The ending is all I desire
I quiver as the waves of life crash against my hollow shell
Striking endlessly, and after living through this I don't even fear the depths of hell
Because being this strong means I've accomplished killing every emotion I've ever felt
This life of mine shall be undone
My era of hopelessness has begun
I could be so more much than this
I do have a purpose, yet I still resist
I yearn to have it all but I don't even wish to exist
So let the day of the rapture come
But leave me be, the lone soul who is numb
I contain my own apocalypse in my palms
But I will never release it, I
UMvC3 moveset: GillUMvC3 moveset: Gill3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Theme song: PSYCH OUT (Street FIghter III: The Thrid Strike)
Intro ose: Gill, wearing his robe from Thrid Strike, raises his hand which makes his robe disintegrate. After the robe is dissapeared, he gets into his battle posision.
-"Welcome to your doom."
-"The mark of my dignity shall scar thy DNA."
-"Let me show you my present to this world."
Vs. Amaterasu, Thor, Dormammu or Shuma-Gorath: "I shall you who is the new god."
Vs. Chun-Li or Crimson Viper
Gill: "Why do you want to interrupt my plans?"
Chun-Li: "That's it. I'm going to shut down Illuminati."
Crimson Viper: "So this is the leader of Illuminati?"
Gill: "So you claim that you will be a god to this world?"
Wesker: "Only one of us can really be a god..."
Vs. Phoenix Wright:
Gill: "You dare to judge me by your laws?"
Phoenix Wright: "Give up your life of crime."
Galactus: "Your 'godhood' is no match tot he power of Gaalctus."
Gill: "I will be the Messiah what will save this world"
Little Soldier Boy... *Song for Uncle iroh*Little Soldier Boy... *Song for Uncle iroh*3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Little soldier boy
Comes Marching Home
From your battle
You come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Please come marching home
If only I could've helped you
You would come marching home
Little soldier boy
Comes marching through my heart
Brave soldier boy
Never came marching home
Farewell my son, I will never forget you...
MuerteSe encontraba sentada en ese sillón que me gusta tanto, como invitándome a que me uniera a su dolor. Un dolor inolvidable, lento y cruel. Mi corazón latía apresuradamente, mi mente comenzaba a recordar.Muerte10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
La memoria golpeaba en mis sienes clamando por la libertad que le había negado, aquella mentira ideal, aquella verdad fatal. No podía detenerla, el dolor era casi insoportable, ya no había escapatoria, todo tendría que salir.
Me miró tristemente... ella lo sabía, ella la única que me comprendía era cómplice de mi dolor. Mi dolor era el suyo, su corazón el mío. Su mano me hizo un ofrecimiento que yo no me atreví a rechazar, al verla posada inerte sobre el sillón, volví a maravillarme por su blancura, la alcé suavemente y la bese con ternura.
Sonrió tímidamente dejando entrever las perlas de su boca, las perlas que yo deseaba y añoraba.
--Ya es hora – me dijo suavemente.
--Lo se, es sólo que nunca es fác
AnonymityAnonymity4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is incomplete, her face hid,
veiled by her hair.
Her moment of fantasy
caught in the unblinking lens.
Sobre demonios y reinos“ Los tiempos eran pacíficos en aquel entonces, los luminosos tenían las puertas abiertas a los pocos humanos que comenzaban a aparecer en la faz de la tierra. El aire era puro, el cielo era azul... todo era así en la superficie. Sin embargo allá abajo, miles de kilómetros bajo tierra, tras barreras mágicas... existían más seres, sí, más seres vivos, con sueños, con hambre, con ganas de respirar algo más que azufre y dolor.Sobre demonios y reinos1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Era casi imposible liberarse de aquel lugar, nadie recordaba como era que habían terminado ahí, conocían historias sobre seres de la superficie, que perdían la luz dentro de ellos y terminaban ahí abajo, encadenados al dolor y al fuego, esclavos de placer y de odio. Poco recordaban sobre el mundo de arriba. Sobre todo porque los seres llenos de luz, les rechazaban, les expulsaban y les repudiaban.
Por eso se acercaron a los humanos... algunos
HarvestDon't seek your savior here -Harvest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught behind his mother's skirts,
lapping up morning
from her apron
with a child's sad wisdom.
This church is closed,
from the rough fumes
of birch and blistered nails
burning out the faithful.
There is no redemption today,
nothing but a fresh harvest of thorns
and love carried carelessly
like a wasteland
in his pockets.
The Additions Part 6The Additions Part 63 years ago in Settings More Like This
Over a month has passed since I had become a vampire and in that time I have started to train my new life as a vampire. How to survive, how to feed and how to make sure that human's don't catch onto the fact that I am a vampire. Yet, I still miss my family greatly, especially my mother; she was the one that has passed onto me the four arms and now I must live forever as a four armed vampire. Being changed into a vampire was necessary to save my life but was something that I have not willingly chosen to do. My Best Friend was killed the night I became a vampire and I have not seen my family since then. I miss the waking up in the morning sun and walking around in the daylight. I miss being able to talk to my parents, especially my mother, when I felt down. I couldn't even stay in contact with my friends since they were still a threat to my existence. I feel a sense of depression over the fact t
WIPWIP3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let me tell you a story to make your spines shiver as we sit around here tonight.
Unaware that the creature was watching me slowly closing in.
As if all of time had stopped still I was frozen to the spot with fear.I wanted to fade.
I fell to my knees..Something came out of the trees to take me back to hell.
The blazing of the fire did not harm me as I walked on the coal and ashes.
And my spirit was stolen from my shell..And I was once again a dammed soul.
The Grim ReaperThe Grim Reaper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He waits for me patiently
With wide open arms
Ready to take me to my grave
To my long-awaited death
He becomes my father
My protecter on Earth
Soon he will carry me away
To a place beyond heaven and hell
He comforts me in the night
Hands me the razor on my darkest days
Ready to hear my sad tales
And coax me to fall to death
He tells me of a world
Filled with isolation and pain
A world that would feel like home
Soon I will be ready to leave
He catches the tear drops
As if each one were precious
He begs me to look in the mirror
As I run the razor across my skin
Each mark tells a story
Of which he plays a main part
My dear, sweet Grim Reaper
Will send me to a place of hurt and torture
For which I happily think of
As I slide the cool metal deep into my skin
And watch the ruby droplets slither down my arm
While the Grim Reaper joyfully looks on
Proud of his new victim
The Heart of a wolfThe Heart of a wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel alone. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to be free.
I need acceptance. I need a pack. Where I can be me.
I feel it in me. The heart of a Wolf. The soul of a wolf.
The moon in my Goddess.
I pray to Her for luck. Not the sun.
The Moon is free. She gives light when there is darkness.
I sing songs to Her. Hoping She will hear me.
Praying She will give me strength!
Praying She will lead my to my pack!
Praying She will set me free from human boundaries!
When I see Her in full, I feel my heart dance!
I feel my lust for dancing and singing to Her big in my heart.
My heart! The heart of the wolf will always praise Her and obey Her wishes.
I know She will protect my loved ones, and guard the past ones.
She gives me strength, and people do wise not to upset me when my Goddess's shape is full
- self -- self -6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when you fight yourself
one of you will lose
Wings Of IceWings Of Ice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Ice
Lay down my enemies painfully
Release all the hatred heartlessly
Another layer of frost maimed
I've become one with this eternal winter
I've stopped the flow of time in this one frame
My past and future have been torn asunder
I've frozen the pain within my veins
Never again will I ever have to surrender
I am but a reflection
Of every aimless sin
A casualty of corruption
So let my thoughts of vengeance unhinge
I'll reveal the face-
That you forced me to create
I'll indulge in the screams-
Knowing it's not a dream
Tears will instantly become icicles-
Allowing the scum of the Earth to cry is hypocritical
You're the taint that fell from grace-
You don't even deserve these snowy graves
You were all too careless
Always hurting those around you
Now accept the consequences
For the damages you cannot undo
None have survived
The vortex of truth
Street BeatHe was a street kidStreet Beat5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lived in the city
Looked sorta pretty
Twelve years old and on the skid
Had an obsession
Liked to dance
Got cash by chance
But never a possession
How he made a dime
Was dance to the beat
Hat off for a treat
He needed to dine.
She was a street kid
Lived in the city
Looked sorta pretty
Ten years old and on the skid
Had no obsession
Got cash by chance
Never did dance
Never had a possession
How she made a dime
Was smiling so coy
Got treated like a toy
She needed to dine.
One gray day these two met,
They caught each other's eye
Stopped to breathe, heaved a sigh
Wouldn't leave, saw no threat
They found and shared lunch
The day Larry met Folly
Whose real name was Polly,
Larry's name was just a hunch
They stayed together then,
Two little kids living in the city
Both lookin' real pretty
Her the chick, him the mother hen.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
.: SILENCE :..: SILENCE :.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.
So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?
I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!
But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.
I hate your silence.