Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
Pawn of Wizards - Chapter 1Prologue Pawn of Wizards - Chapter 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Archwizard Lerrin Tocsell looked up from the work spread across his desk at the sound of the soft knocking. There, standing in the doorway was the portly shape of Stefan Ostwick, nervously ringing his hat in his hands as he looked into the tidy office. As the Arcane Brotherhoods Chief of Messengers, Stefan was responsible for the safe delivery of its goods, both magical and mundane, between its many buildings and outposts. Lerrin placed his quill in an inkpot with one gnarled and shaking hand, and affected his warmest smile.
Please, do take a seat, Master Ostwick, The Archwizard rose partially from his own seat as he spoke, his back protesting slightly as he gestured to one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. And many thanks for taking the time from your busy day to cater to an old mans needs.
It is no bother, Archwizard. The jowly man went wide-eyed as he spo
destructive criticismdestructive criticism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love the movies that you find terrible,
and love the books that you find dull.
i love the singers you think are corny
and you hate the songs that speak to my soul.
i love the poets you find too romantic,
and love the shows you find hard to follow.
i love the teachers you think are too stupid,
and you laugh at the insults i find hard to swallow.
i'm in love with a girl you think tries too hard,
and you're happy with being alone.
i love that Disney still makes me cry,
and you love humor that i have outgrown.
you critique my life like it was your own;
say me and my siblings are fighting too much,
say my house holds one too many cats
or that my writing is losing its touch.
i'm tired of hearing it, tired of arguing,
putting up with your insults to some degree.
but at least the two of us agree on one thing:
we both can't stand
to be around
DepressionRed water, white medsDepression7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lick, taste the imperfection
Clean trash is still trash
mertha.i like to seperate my thoughts into names, to keep them in order.mertha.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lonliness is named mertha, and she'd like to meet you.
mertha sits by me on my bed and we draw pictures of tulips and snails and wonder when that math test was. she takes my hand and grips it slowly, while singing that song my mother use to sing when i was 4.
(and i wonder exactly how she knew the words.)
mertha walks with me in the rain and understands that i don't like to be asked questions in the morning. sometimes when i'm sitting in the bathtub with no running water she won't leave me alone, and mertha knows that she is unwelcome.
(but she stays because she knows i'll come back to her)
she hangs over my head when i'm getting dressed in the morning. mertha pulls on my flabby skin and reminds me t
I Will Fight YouWhen Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.I Will Fight You7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands into them, rolling his fingers as he tested out his new boxing gloves. The man turned to Jake.
"I will fight you."
DiwaliDiwali3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
william.dreams make him vomit.william.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart.
(and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin is the color of milk, and lightly freckled. william keeps her safe, and has made a tiny door, where he keeps her in his heart.
(he wakes up next to an empty pillow, with an empty feeling)
william writes a book in his nightmares.
she is in every chapter. her legs stretch across every page, and taunt him with sex, and things that spiders are not allowed to touch. she holds
Hidden Feelings 2Hidden Feelings 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for the story.
Okay the pic is up again. I hope in the future stories I wrote, you fave not only because of the picture but also enjoyed the story.
If you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) relationship, then you can forget about reading this.
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Minor]Cross-shipping (Yusei x Yami)
...Atemu....I love you....
"To think Kaiba...have been feeling this way towards me all this time but...is it a genuine love or...just a false one to make me drop my guard when we duel again?" The former Pharaoh slowly opens his eyes and stares down at the black floor.
Eversince yesterday, the day Kaiba admits something-- Something unusual to me
Love Is UnfairI want to absorb your tears with my chest,Love Is Unfair4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
StonesTake your time, intravenously;Stones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like patient stones that never try
but polish over
as other shapes pass.
The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
Semilla de paz 1Lucián es un entrenador Pokemon que nació en el pueblo de Altomare, era alto para sus dieciséis años, tenía cabello negro y ojos de un color café claro, signo de confianza cuando conocía a nuevas personas, además de tener una piel ligeramente bronceada.Semilla de paz 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daría era una entrenadora que nació en la Ciudad Slateport hace quince años y contando, su cabello era de color castaño y tenía unos ojos color verde esmeralda que podrían hipnotizar al que los viera
Ellos dos tenían bastantes cosas en común: ambos habían estado en más de una región y acababan de participar en la Liga de Hoenn, donde Daría avanzó una ronda más que Lucián luego de una batalla demasiado reñida, ambos habían decidido caminar hacia ciudad Slateport, donde Daría se vería con su familia y Lucián tomaría un Ferri a su Ciudad.
Ambos estaban c
Destroyer of WorldsEach moment I witnessDestroyer of Worlds7 years ago in Open More Like This
a treacherous crime,
destroyer of worlds...
the passage of time.
And even if time
has started from start,
created this realm,
a glorious act...
I know that all mountains
get old and descend.
And time, like all others,
will end in the end.
Tell me...Tell me...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tell me the world stops turning when I'm not around
and I will never leave your side again.
Tell me your sky fades to black when you see my cry
and I will try to laugh again.
Tell me your heart aches with every beat without me
and I come back to you and heal it again.
And if you're not sure about that all, keep your thoughts with you.
There is no point in which I joke in love. Only if it's strong and true I dare to love you. If you just want to play, go on and search for a Barbie Doll. I'm whole and human, I got errors and downs. And I got a strong heart.
So if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best, as Marylin Monroe said decades ago.
Pokemon Creepypasta- .000Pokemon Creepypasta- .0003 months ago in Horror More Like This
Numbers. That is the first thing I remember. Numbers filling up every part of my design, in the same way that cells fill up a human. In every part of me, every detail. Numbers. They made me more than just a mass of pixels, randomly arranged. They gave me strength, they gave me a personality. Numbers made me a Pokémon. Along with me, 151 pokemon were also made. All of them were mere copies, inspired from other life forms. I was the only one who was truly unique, for I was the one who connected two powerful pokemon species: kangaskhan and cubone. I was born from the suffering of a baby kangaskhan, over the death of it’s mother. That was my original form; a baby kangaskhan with no mother. I would stay by the body, and when only bones were left, wear her skull and carry her bone as a weapon. I would then be identified as cubone. Thus, I joint two powerful pokemon families together. I was proud of my identity, although when I was created in the first games, pokemon red and blue,
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and always decided i would leave as soon as they started bleeding. her arms are full of scars where she thought she felt something crawling up her skin, only to find she was still alone. i told her i was here, but she turned over(and i can still hear her uneven breathing)
and she told me she was <i>
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Fairytale LoverWe were the starsFairytale Lover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of our eternal night
Time ceased to exist
all else faded away,
secure in my arms
until i open my eyes
to a blankness
mirroring my heart;
the reverie i clutched
a mere shadow
a decrepit dream.
a sharp reminder
this residue of