Kozmotis PitchinerHis name is Pitch Black,Kozmotis Pitchiner2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And scaring is his game,
But he used to go by,
A very different name
Was his past name,
Some people wonder,
“Why is it not the same?”
He was a strong General,
Who protected the Golden Age,
And was once a guard,
Of the Fearling’s cage
The Fearlings pleaded and begged,
For Kozmotis to let them go,
But the General shook his head,
And simply said, “No.”
The General would grow weary,
Of doing this every day,
But a silver locket with a picture of his daughter,
Made everything okay
The Fearlings caught sight,
Of the locket in Pitchiner’s hand,
And started to unfold,
A dastardly plan
On a particular day,
Kozmotis was weary,
And what he heard next,
Made him almost grow teary
His daughters voice echoed from the cage,
She screamed and she shout,
“The Fearlings have caught me,
Please let me out!”
Before he knew,
What he was doing,
He opened the cage,
And started his own undoing
The Fearlings flew out,
Heartbeat of LonelinessHe always had a photo on hand. His wallet was bursting with a million or more candid snapshots. There were always two tiny angels in his pocket, laughing so loudly that he couldn't hear the gunshots echoing around him during the late nights he spent alone in his office.Heartbeat of Loneliness4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But they could never stop the bullets. They only drowned out the noise.
Happiness is never enough to stop the night from coming.
He hated the way books falling onto the floor all the way on the other side of the room sounded like buildings falling in the midnight silence.
There were so many books in the corner, all sprawled out, one on top of the other. The Elric boys had left them there.
Hughes had insisted that they get some rest after watching Edward fight to keep his eyes open for ten or twenty minutes. He told them they didn't have to clean up, insisted they just leave the books in the corner. Edward smiled a small strange smile that spoke of years he hadn't lived. He wondered if the boy couldn't dream, if all of h
Zer0A strange Vault Hunter,Zer02 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
One of honor and of stealth,
Who speaks in haiku.
No one knows of him at all,
That makes him deadly.
A being of silence,
A swordsman and a sniper,
Deceiver of eyes.
One known as Zer0,
First he's there, and then he's not,
The last thing you see.
MeThe World is cruel and selfishMe2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I try not to be.
The World dost crush my hopes and dreams
and won't let Me be Me.
I am a puppet doll you see
contrary to belief
I am not a 'human' or a 'devil'
causing all World's grief.
I long for recognition from
just one who really cares.
It's not that no one does
and I suppose that's only fair.
I have a talent, all my own,
for making people smile.
I can change the way they think
and do it all in style.
I could make them scream or cry
but what fun would that be?
I would end up all alone,
and lonely in my glee.
But somehow when I cry aloud
the stares come back distorted.
Their confused and wary eyes
do clench my heart contorted.
I am God, the Chosen One:
is sacrifice too vain?
I used up all my laughs and smiles
just to save you pain.
What punishment doth awa
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 2-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 2-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nico stared tiredly out the window of the Greyhound bus. The highway rolled by and cars zoomed by at almost blinding speed. Perhaps it was wise travelling throughout the night. In the morning and afternoon there was always traffic. People rushed by carelessly, causing accidents or being unaware of their surroundings and driving too slow. People were rude and aggressive when they were angry. At least, that is what New York was known for. He wondered if Los Angeles would be the same. It would probably be worse, his pessimistic mind assumed. In a land of fallen stars, it would not doubt be an even more dangerous city. Hopefully he’d be able to find his father before he got a real taste of the city.
There were few other patrons on the bus. Two older women sat closer nea
MH: Content (Halloween)It was late. Perhaps midnight. Maybe even later. Well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was alone.MH: Content (Halloween)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kitchen had an eerie atmosphere at night. It was most likely due to the silence and the dull gleam of metal tools, reflecting the low glow of the silvery moon from the window at the back. It was immediately switched into a business-like area the moment the lights flickered on. Clean and orderly, there wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen, not even on the top of shelves that nearly touched the ceiling. Good.
Shane slipped the spatula off his wrist and set it on the counter. He didn't need it for what he had in mind. Making sure that his sleeves were rolled up properly so they wouldn't come loose and interrupt him in the middle of his work, he then took out what he needed from several compartments in the kitchen.
One and a half cups of flour...
Three quarters a cup of cocoa powder...
Three quarters a cup of softened butter...
An eighth of a t
Fly AwayUse those wings of yours and fly awayFly Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me behind on this accursed earth to rot
Take to the skies, go beyond the limits
Remember or forget me, I care not
On silver wings, just take flight
Do what you want, I'll follow you through
I will support you with tainted hands
And when the time comes, I will end my ties with you
Embrace your dreams, your pride and honour
I'll let you do that as long as you keep your promise.
The promise we made as friends and siblings
That'd you'd let me go no matter your longing.
Don't fall back so I can catch up
Just fly ahead, towards the end
Be it past present or future, fly straight ahead
Ignore me, my wings won't mend.
I'll help you if you push on ahead
I'll serve you for forever and a day
Until my time comes, do as you will
Pay no heed to your flightless friend and fly away.
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 7-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 7-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nico had no idea how long he had been walking, but he could only hope it had been awhile. With no sun or moon to tell what the time of day it was, his sore limbs were his only tell. However, his endurance was still something to be desired, or at least that was the last thing that Chiron had told him at camp. It could have been hours, days, or only thirty minutes. Either way, he knew he needed to rest. The only problem was that he did not see anywhere safe to rest. He had no idea if people were chasing him. He doubted that Nyx would think kindly of his storming out and his father’s guards would have had to notice his absence by now.
How long had he spent in Erebos? It could not have been very long. It felt like only a few hours, but time worked differently in certain realms, o
Jitensha Chapter 1-Jitensha Chapter 1-Jitensha Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Rin-chan, it's about time for you to go!"
"I'm almost ready, Luka-san!" I call, quickly tossing my school stuff into my bag. Before I go I quickly check myself out in the mirror, smoothing out my uniform and making sure my bow is positioned just so on top of my head.
"I'm off!" I say as I step out the door. Not that anyone will notice anyways, I thought, sighing.
"Have a nice day, Rin-chan," Luka replies. "Your father came home from work and is recovering from another drinking binge, so he's sleeping right now."
"See you, Luka-san," I say, gently shutting the door behind me. School doesn't start till 8, so I have an early start. Luka always kicks me out every morning, so I'm used to it. She and my father are so close, I'm surprised he hasn't decided to marry her yet. Did I mention that Luka is a prostitute?
"Rinny, you're early today," a familiar voice chimes. Standing in the driveway, her bright red hair shining against the sunlight, is my
Bleach Bloopers pt.51Bleach Bloopers Episode 51Bleach Bloopers pt.516 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Episode 51 scene: Butterfly)
Uryuu: A butterfly, such a fragil thing
*Butterfly flies over to Chad and Ganju but won't go near him*
Director: ...Even the bugs don't listen to me
(Episode 51 scene: Blade of grass)
Shunsui: Nanao ..... I think that grass was seriously poisened
Nanao: You ARE kidding right?!
Shunsui: Nope, ...
Rukia: Director, we need to talk
Director: Yes? -_-
Rukia: About shooting episode 54.... we need to change the script
Director: Why? -_-
Rukia: Because I'm scared of heights, I might pass out
Director: .....Why me???
Paternal InstinctsPhil Coulson was more confused than he had ever been in his life when he was called into Fury's office and the man greeted him, with a small blond boy asleep in his arms. Fury had his back to him and was rocking back and forth slightly in an almost paternal way. Coulson wouldn't have even seen the small boy if it hadn't been for his head resting on the mans shoulder. There was something familiar about his face but Phil couldn't quite place it. "You needed me, sir?" he said when Fury didn't say anything.Paternal Instincts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Director turned to look a him and motioned for him to speak softer before he began to speak himself, voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. It's not much different than what you usually have to do, but I need you to look after Agent Barton."
Phil should have seen this coming, Barton always needed surveillance for one reason or another, usually do to his own stupidity. "Of course. Where will I find him?"
"Right here," Fury answered motioning to the child in his arms and Coulson's jaw dr
Why Won't You Bleed Part 4 For the next few days Bel stayed in his room. He wouldn't let Fran in, but Lussuria managed to get a bandage on his arm and the grunts were ordered to bring him food. Of course, Bel put every underling in the hospital the moment they stepped foot in his room. From what everyone could tell, all he did up there was polish his knives, throw them at something, then polish them again.Why Won't You Bleed Part 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fran, on the other hand, came out of his room. He lived his life like normal, just quieter than usual. And occasionally he would find himself outside of Bel's room, poised to knock, but the sound of knives thudding against the door would make him retreat.
No one had spoken to Fran since Bel had attacked him, they were all too shocked that Fran would cheat on the prince. Whenever Fran went outside his own room, he could feel Squalo or Lussuria staring at him. But he jus
Diary of a Madman August 11thAugust 11th,Diary of a Madman August 11th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I thought today was a dream. It started when I went down to check the mail. It was just more bills and junk mail; no mail from Sarah. I was a bit depressed till I saw Vanessa. She was coming in with some groceries and needed some help. I grabbed the door for her, like a gentleman, and helped her out.
After I carried her groceries we had a little talk in her little kitchen. I got her talking about things other than boyfriends, the party and or anything else that would make her upset. It worked.
She had a bottle of whiskey in one of the bags and the next thing I know we were laughing and having a good time. She even said, "She hasn't met such a funny and nice guy like me."
The whole time I was plotting about how I was going to kill Julie.
June 19, 1979
I have horrible news. My mother told me that we are leaving to Boston. I told Todd today and he was speechless. He loves me so much; I could see it in his eyes.
Anyways, I'm just so scared a
BoysHe knew, abstractly, that he would have to do it again. It was not a matter of if but when, and slowly escalating necessity. He was no longer a young man, and while neither his body nor his mind had yet failed him, he also no longer possessed the luxury of time in which to wait for the perfect candidate to present himself, either from within the clan or from without. Or herself, he supposed. The Bookman, after all, was not always a man, and a girl stood as great a chance of possessing the combination of proper temperament, intellect, and education as her brothers, particularly now.Boys8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was, in fact, a girl among the candidates the harried Chief of Operations offered him, when he finally swallowed his concerns (his pride) and put forth a request. He opened her dossier, read her qualifications and her instructors glowing assessments, looked at the sketch of her (huge dark eyes, a sweet-faintly-sad smile, long hair drawn up into a pair of tails) and tried n
Diary of a Madman August 17thAugust 17thDiary of a Madman August 17th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Diary, I am writing from my childhood bedroom. I found the letter. I found all of them. How can she be dead and still be able to send me all these letters?
She's alive and I need to find her. I plan on heading back to my apartment tomorrow morning to pack up and get a flight ready.
I called Vanessa from my house phone. Vanessa was happy to hear from me and I was also happy to hear her voice. I felt so nervous to even call her. I felt my stomach get queasy before I even dialed her number. I'm glad I did. The sound of her voice made me forget about everything. We talked for about an hour and she asked me to meet her friends. Our relationship is growing pretty fast. I'm not sure how I can juggle two relationships. I have one with a loving angel and the other with a murderous hunger.
The hunger swims in circles in the back of my stomach. It's like a hungry shark contained in a huge fish tank swimming constantly in circles.
A Reader's ChildThe girl lookes at her children. Smiling, she ran a finger over every one of them, whispering their names in voice so soft, as though any louder, they would wake up and call endlessly for attention. With each name, she would tap her finger exactly three times on the top of the chils's spine. Three seconds was all it took.A Reader's Child3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In those seconds, the girl would recall the child's entire story. In those seconds, the girl would have remembered how she adopted the child.
A tear leaked out from the mother's eye as she hovered over the spine of a particular child. Her gaze followed the horrid scars that marred its spine, vertical white lines that clashed fearfully against an otherwise flawless skin. Sighing, memories of the day the child was adopted rose unbidden to the girl's mind.
The child's previous mother was the girl's friend. She was good-natured, honest and humorous. Despite this, her children were treated horribly, wounds that were inflicted onto them never h
Diary of a Madman August 20thAugust 20thDiary of a Madman August 20th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've been watching the old lady down the hall. This kill is going to be easy. From what I can see out of the corner of my peephole, she leaves everyday at around 8:30 in the morning to get the newspaper and a coffee. Around lunch time she leaves the door open to her apartment till about 8 in the afternoon. She leaves it open for ventilation while she cooks and to air out her apartment.
She takes her smoke breaks around 1, 5, and 8.
I didn't notice this earlier but Vanessa left me some messages on my answering machine. She mentioned that she will be away for a couple days and, get this Diary, she misses me. So overall, a good day. Tomorrow, will be even better.
Messages on Todd's Answering Machine
You have 5 unheard messages.
Todd, it's me Vanessa. I haven't talked to you since Wednesday. I thought you were back in town by now. I hope you're not avoiding me. Anyways, call me or stop by. I know this may sound weird b
Tears of the GoddessWhen drops fall from the gray skyTears of the Goddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is when our beloved goddess does cry
Shimmering diamonds crashing onto concrete floor
Merging with one another onto a world I abhor
The sad goddess can only watch
As we, the humans, light the earth with our torch
Sickening flames devouring that which we cannot ressurect
Burning it, destroying that which it should protect.
The tears of the goddess continue to fall
As ignorant beings shun her call
To stop our evil deeds and realize what harm
Us beings have done to this land's simplistic charm
Do you not hear the planet's plea?
To end this madness and to stop and see
The dirt and stains that plague its surface
Disfiguring its body with trash and waste
Do you not feel the earth's sorrow?
The dread it feels as it thinks of the morrow
Another day filled with decay and disgust
As its children flee the rot and rust.
End it all, end it at once
Welcome the greens that we've always shunned
Let our home give out a happy sigh
Or the tears of the goddess may neve
SpoonA/N: This randomness comes from an equally random conversation with Kuraun Kuraun. Enjoy.Spoon4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.
Allen was simply eating his breakfast one morning, after a long mission in which food had been moderately bland and not nearly as plentiful as one would find in the presence of Jerry. This is when the local red-headed maker of irritating situations decided to make him his newest target. Walking up behind the unsuspecting boy, Lavi deftly reached down and snatched the spoon from his hand. He took a step back with his prize, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Allen looked up, grays eyes widened in astonishment. Did his friend not know what meal it was? Out of all of his many feeding times breakfast was the most sacred of all! Without breakfast, life would crumble into a horrible oblivion of hunger. Not knowing what to say, Allen went with the usual, "What are you doing?"
"Stealing your spoon," Lavi replied calmly, not missing a beat, all the while grin still in plac
Poet's RhapsodySlit my skinPoet's Rhapsody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
make it rain.
No- I'm okay,
I'm not in pain.
I'm just stuck, my
thoughts all clogged;
my brain is so
So make it rain
drain my thoughts.
Uncap my pen,
Free my soul
from my mind.
Come on now,
please be kind.
Take off the cap,
throw it away.
Oh, this muse,
make it stay.
Pinch me clear,
let me see.
Let's write away
This muse feels rich,
it's all mine.
You yanked me up
I'm through the clouds
so sickly sweet.
This manic rhythm,
devoid of beat.
Oh, make it stay;
let it shine.
Let's just pretend
it's all damn fine.
Let the ink
keep on dripping,
let my feet
keep on slipping.
I'll just write
away my woes;
watch them wither
like a rose.
Slit my skin
with my pen.
Don't take my muse
from me again.
No, I'm just dandy-
I'm not in pain.
I'm just looking for
Hide, Kira, Hide Renji walked quickly away from the building. Byakuya-sama was mad at him- again. And it wasnt just plain hot anger, either. When his captain got angry, he got ice-cold. And all because of some neglected paperwork.Hide, Kira, Hide7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Renji quickly picked himself up and glared around for whatever had tripped him. He needed something good to kick. To his surprise, it was Izuru Kira. Darn it. He couldnt kick Izuru.
Shhh! Izuru held up a finger. He was huddled against the wall of the alleyway, trembling.
What? Renji glared. What are you scared of- is there an Arrancar or something around here? Oh, good. Lets go fight it. Come on, you scaredy-cat!
No! Thats what Im scared of. Its something worse. Izuru did look quite terrified. Then he looked petrified. Its coming!
Whats coming? Renji poked his head around the alley corner.
BetrayedWhat does it matterBetrayed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you hate me?
if you love me?
if you thought we were friends?
Why should it matter to you
if I killed your closest friends?
if I murdered your only family?
if I did it all in cold blood?
What does it matter
if I only pretended to be your friend?
if I was laughing behind your back?
if I turned all against you?
Why should it matter
if I'm the two-faced creature?
if I'm the one with no loyalties?
if all I'm out for is personal gain?
What does it matter
if I'm despised by you?
if I'm rejected by you?
if I don't even exist to you?
Why should it matter?
What does it matter?
You were the one who betrayed me
Zanpakutou: SenbonzakuraZanpakutou: Senbonzakura7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Petal, petal in the wind
Through the air it does descend
On the ground, in the grass
Much more deadly than a piece of glass.
Fluttering quickly through the air
My hated enemy can only stare
As it slices him to bits
His arm it cuts, his throat it slits
Blood pouring fatally fast
From this petal sharper than glass.