Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,Dear little one9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
amuto chapter 10 'trust me'Previous: dont get any ideas.amuto chapter 10 'trust me'6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We were on the highway again, heading home. I thought about the promise I just made and thought that I need to make a few rules. I cleared my throat and said
So if you are staying at my house- I couldnt have him stay at rimas house, the consequences are to great to take the chances.-
than there are going to be rules
1. No dirty thoughts or actions.
2. We leave my house before 6:00Am .
I dont want rima to now I was out.
3. No sleeping with me.
he frowned, I saw he was displeased with all the rules but . There was nothing he could do. I looked over to see him smirking at the road. What was he thinking? I questioned myself.
amuto chapter 8 'trust me'Amu pov:amuto chapter 8 'trust me'6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hadnt realize how good looking Ikuto was until now. His dark blue eyes. His long toned body. His dark hair only he can pull off. He walked close and grabbed my hand, his features were even better up close. He took me top his car, which was a Mercedes, open the door for me and I stepped in. He closed the door and went to the other side and climbed in also. He started the engine. He drove to he highway. I asked
where we going?
Im not telling you, its a surprise.
throwing me a smirk.
-15 minutes later-
We were at the beach. I got out of the car. I ran to the sand. I smiled in awe, the ocean was just as beautiful as it is now, as it is in the light. I put both of my feet in after I took off my shoes. The water was cold. It made me shiver. Ikuto walked over to me and rested his chin on my shoulder. He noticed my slight change in temperature.
Are you cold? Ill go get a blanket
I took a step closer into the water. I stepped o
a poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mindit isn't like i'ma poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mind9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lazy or anything it's just that
the thought of getting lost
in a crowd of ten or more people
makes me want to puke.
this is not just some
stupid little hang-up that you can
joke about when i'm
digging my fingernails into my palm so
hard that blood is drawn as we walk through
school hallways so packed that it feels
like we're suffocating from too much
oxygen but i just grit my teeth and
laugh "yeah, i know, i just don't like
being around people sometimes."
but you know,
there's just something about the way
my mother says "go out and have a life
and stop looking like the world
betrays you every day"
that makes my stomach drop
or when my dad looks at me and just
sighs, like they've finally realized
i was never good enough to be
and to everyone who believes that
i just need to relax,
to just calm down and think:
fuck you. fuck you for trying to pretend
like you know how it feels when my
bones grind together like broken
gears as i walk by people who may
Temple Gazebo Chamber with Illusionary WallsTemple Gazebo Room with Illusionary Forest Walls and Illusion Water FountainTemple Gazebo Chamber with Illusionary Walls2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a circular chamber that can be of any size. The ceiling is typically thirty feet high of domed rock. All of the walls of the room are covered in a permanent illusion of a nighttime forest scene with trees, ivy, a sparkling star filled sky and the sights and sounds of forest animals (owl, croaking frogs, crickets). Touching or interacting with the illusion will reveal the reality that the room is actually enclosed with walls of cut stone blocks Will Save DC 12.
The illusion on the chamber’s walls hides one or more doorways into passageways which can be detected with a successful will save. These passageways will lead to other sections of the dungeon.
In the center of the chamber, on a two foot high stone platform, stands a twenty foot wide, fifteen foot tall, stone gazebo. Steps lead up to the gazebo platform. The stone gazebo consists of a circle of eight of carved stone pillars topped
Toothless, Book I, Chapter IToothless, Book I, Chapter I6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Book I: Fallen Arise
He remembered his name.
He could not remember a family name, only a single word.
Martin lay on the ground. His left leg was straight, his right bent beneath it. His arms were outstretched, palms to the gray sky. The hilt of his greatsword, the silvery angel's face there, touched his right fingertips. Its round, smooth cheeks were like a baby girl's.
He was conscious of the battle, of his wounds, of the loss. The notion of a loss, however, retreated through a shimmering barrier at the edge of his consciousness. There, a colonnade, a stand of bright trees, marked the border between the living and the gone. Memories fled to this wall, only to pass through and dissolve. In all of the heroic tales, dying soldiers saw their lives pass before their eyes. No, Martin realized. The memories were just running like rats from a sinking ship, down the ropes only to drown. He watched the backs of their heads.
There was Aine, his wife. She carrie
Guiltless MurderGuiltless Murder3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Come here little girl
Your heart is mine
Been trailing you
For quite some time
You've got no friends
You're all alone
A life of violence
But that's alright
That is to say
I'm here for you
We'll make a pact
Just you and me
And you, Nadine
We'll dot all "I's"
Cross every "T"
Signed with our blood
So take your knife,
Cut into me
Don't be afraid
I mean no harm
I'll be your father
Let's see your arm
Yes, pale as ghosts
Let's make the deal
I know how children make you feel
You want them dead, I'll be your host
Possessing you til' their skins peel
Put faith in me,
And I won't tell
The secrets of your heartless hell
Yes cut the flesh
You little fool!
A tortured mind forever ruled,
By Slenderman, dance puppet dance!
Let the blood drip from your soul to mine
Replenish that which past-tense died
Our minds are merged,
The deed is done!
Have therefore won!
Hahaha, Foolish girl.
Guilt can never be traded in.
You are deserving.
Lay Down to DieAs we lay down to dieLay Down to Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the world slows down,
Why is it then
That we chose to be wise
And say our goodbye’s
And express our love
To those we never really spoke to before?
We should realize
That although the skies
Are not always clear
We should hold on
To those who are dear
While we have the time
To smile or cry
Let the world know
That if we are to die
We can die and know
That the world will be sorry
To see us go.
Periodic Reverse Gravity ChamberPeriodic Reverse Gravity ChamberPeriodic Reverse Gravity Chamber1 year ago in Settings More Like This
This is a large chamber with a high ceiling (at least forty feet). Every 2d4 rounds there is a temporary Reverse Gravity spell effect within the entire chamber (see the spell Reverse Gravity for details). The reverse gravity effect will only last 2d4 rounds and the room will then return to normal gravity for 2d4 rounds. Also, there are hundreds of stones and small boulders littering the floor of the chamber. When a gravity reversal takes effect, these stones will fall up or down. Anyone in the chamber will take an additional 4d6 points of damage (reflex save DC 15 for half). A dispel magic spell will not be strong enough to dispel the magic of the entire chamber and so will be useless.
The OvercomingDifferent place, out of touchThe Overcoming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distant miles,oceans apart
When will this journey ever start?
Looking back, or moving ahead
Steps between can be worth it all
Don't let go, don't want to fall
When standing still and out of place
When things collide, shift weight
It still mght not be too late
Looking forward to a new life
A place it all begins
Faded dreams,feeling lost, is overcome
No more to linger,hold on
Swallowed up, that's gone
A new present,future,life
WR- The Journey to Paradise P26WR- The Journey to Paradise P263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- THE JOURNEY TO PARADISE
SCENT OF A TRAP
(Cher and Blue)
They walked calmly through the check in gates, the ID tags around their necks.
The sensor flashed green as they walked through.
Blue flinched as the machine buzzed a person behind them.
"Just ignore it," Cher said calmly. "Don't stop. Keep walking."
They could hear the man struggling against the guards.
As the elevator took them gradually upwards, Cher let out a breath that she didn't even know she had been holding.
"We lucked out. Looks like ours are the real thing." She sighed, holding the tag up in the dim light.
As they came out into daylight, they could see the city above them.
"The city sure looks a lot different up here than it does down below " Blue murmured.
"Yeah " Cher whispered. "It's so clean and orderly. Almost antiseptic."
"But not in a good way " Blue growled, her sapphire orbs focused on the skyline.
"It's likely to become more dangerous the fu
Home.Home is my Heaven,Home.10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And also my Hell,
Will I run or stay?
I can never tell.
Home gives me shelter,
But hurts me more,
It flattens my hill,
Yet bumps my shore.
Home lets me be free,
While caging me in,
There lays my soul,
Alongside my sin.
Home is where I grew,
The same place I fell,
Here I found my secrets,
Which I will never tell.
I Apologize For My ArtI apologize for my poetryI Apologize For My Art9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For its utter lack of sincerity
For taking and stating views
That no one even asked of me
That ,though my words try their hardest
That they'll never understand
The pain they try to express...
The feelings they make bland
Through my attempts to describe
The tears that I'll never cry,
The small fears placed
Upon the wings of flies
In the hope they can be swatted away.
I apologize for my poetry
For its utter inability
To protect you from its own fallacies.
I apologize for my art
For its utter lack of heart
It asks for to believe in it
Begs for you to love its message
And offers to comfort you
And advise you on damage
It could never truly know,
And for that I apologize.
But I won't apologize for trying...
I won't apologize for trying to understand
For trying to transcribe their ink dripped hearts.
I won't apologize for trying
To use my words to try
And empathize with that young girl
With bottle of pills
Trying to think a reason not t
tucked beneath your bonesthe only thingtucked beneath your bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've ever taught me
is to never find your happiness
in someone else
yet the only thing
i ever want to do
is find all the happiness in the world
tucked beneath your bones
Mail Order: Chapter 6Mail Order: Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garadun woke with a start, jolted awake by the loud whinnying of a horse. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking blearily around the room. From outside the inn came the sound of not one horse but many, as well as the sound of marching feet.
Soldiers were on the move.
The noise had woken Shilling as well and she blinked groggily at him. He gave her a few reassuring strokes and then looked over his shoulder. Emma was still asleep and, contrary to narrative tradition, was not snuggled close with her arm around him. This was real life and the courtesan with a heart of gold was not starting to fall for him. She was not giving up her lifestyle and she was not going to suddenly make him her lover. That sort of sad cliché simply didn’t happen. Not to him at least.
He quickly but carefully got out of bed and put his pants on, then his boots. Shilling yawned wide and then stood and stretched herself as only cats can. He pulled on his co
The First Kick -Jetko.Mpreg-Zuko woke up one day, feeling... warm. He wasn't sick anymore, and Jet was still asleep. Zuko then realized Jet was the one making him warm. Zuko found that he liked it, and accepted that Jet was in his life. He sat up, looking at Jet as he slept. That is until Jet turned and looked at him. Zuko smiled, Jet smiled back. Jet sat up, and got closer to Zuko, his stomach pressing against Zuko's bulge as they kissed.The First Kick -Jetko.Mpreg-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then they both felt something, which Zuko felt more: The baby's first kick.
Zuko's eyes slightly widened as the two both looked down at his belly. Jet sat down beside Zuko, pressing his hand to Zuko's stomach. Zuko's mouth was slightly gaping as this happened. He knew now, without a doubt, he was pregnant.
"Jet.." Zuko said. "I don't believe it. It's alive.."
"Yeah.." Jet said, gently rubbing the spot where they felt the kick. It kicked again, making Jet smile. "I never thought I'd end up having a kid with another guy... let alone the Fire Nation prince." He kissed Zuko on the
Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"Hero2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worse
Winter In WarsawWinter In Warsaw3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took my hand that stark winter's night
Somehow I knew we would be alright
Pale frost gives way to mid morning chill
I wait by the steps of her apartment block.
She smiles and waves from her windowsill
A quick kiss hello then we start to walk.
Down by the banks of the Vistula river
The sun takes heed to the falling snow.
A glint of her eyes sets my soul a quiver
The feeling she brings to my life I bestow.
The Mermaid statues put my mind at ease
In some ways they make me feel unafraid.
Blankets of ice cover the nearby trees
Huddled as one on the park bench we laid.
The world felt so right as we said goodnight
I took the tram home passing by Old Town.
A gorgeous sight Praga Północ shone bright
Like an uprising king reclaiming his crown.
December reigns down in a white flurry
We catch a show at the Tygmont Club.
The night grows old but we dare not worry
Taking in the music of this local hub.
We cut through Praski Park, all
WR- The Journey to Paradise P33WR- The Journey to Paradise P333 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- THE JOURNEY TO PARADISE
HIGH TIDE, HIGH TIME
Quent let out a shuddery gasp, cold sweat trickling down his face as he dropped his gun to the frozen ground.
He had gunned down a child. A boy like his own
He could only stare at the boy's limp, bloodstained body, as the noble raised his gun once again.
He looked up only slightly, into the barrel of the gun.
There was a snarl and then another shot as the wolf leapt up from the ground, latching onto the nobles arm.
Asante kept running towards the sound.
She could feel Kiba and Tsume running someway behind her, because they had hesitated whereas she had run straight to the source.
Toboe had to be ok .
He had to be
"Toboe " Hige whispered, staring out at the horizon.
They had both heard the shots, echoing around like a bad omen.
"Let's go back " Blue whispered, fear becoming evident in her voice. "Come on."
Blood dripped to the ground as the wolf dug h
Pokemon Creepypasta- .000Pokemon Creepypasta- .0003 weeks 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,
The Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the Scorpion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was the time of the night Aralynn loved. The bright desert sun had long since set in the west. Above her, the clear black night sky glittered with thousands of stars and a low dusky moon hung on the horizon. Beneath her, the warm comforting sand slowly cooled as it coursed through her bare elf feet.
Aralynn's tall lithe sand elf figure stood proudly upright against the constant desert breeze. Her light olive colored skin goose bumped due to the coolness and in anticipation of her upcoming mission. Her long tightly bound dark brown hair blew about in the constant breeze. The elf's slim angular face and bright green eyes were focused off into the distance.
Before her was a simple traveling tent encampment. As far away as she was, Aralynn could easily make out the encampment's five tall peaked tents, an encircling cloth barrier, a large central bonfire, and numerous elves moving abo
Mail Order: Chapter 4Mail Order: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Sunken Treasure was located in the Clerk’s Ward, in a square half a block from Hull Road. The walls were made from Elysian marble, and from the outside it didn’t look much different from most other inns and festhalls in the city. Sigil’s foul weather had taken its toll on the exterior: it was stained and worn from the city’s sooty air and oily rain. That’s all it ever seemed to do in the Big Doughnut, was rain. Apart from those times when it was drizzling. Now and then it actually wouldn’t rain, which was when the thick, dirty smog usually took over. The sky, when not blocked out by rain or smog, was invariably a greasy haze. Charming.
Parked in the rain outside the entrance to the Sunken Treasure was a black, four-wheeled carriage. Hitched in the reins, waiting patiently, were a pair of Arcadian ponies. They were strong and sturdy with light green coats and long rabbit ears. A single tentacle g
WR- A Lost Paradise? P12WR- A Lost Paradise? P123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- A LOST PARADISE?
WANT AND NEED
Asante blinked a couple of times.
Where was she?
Why did her side hurt?
Suddenly everything rushed back to her and she realized she was with her pack.
Asante pushed herself up and winced a bit from the pain that rocketed up her side like wildfire.
"What are you doing? You should be resting." Tsume said, annoyed, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness.
"I just woke up." Asante replied simply.
Tsume sat up from where he had been sleeping directly beside her and slid his arm around her waist in an attempt at comforting her.
Asante's leaned into his touch resting her head lightly on his shoulder.
Tsume would and could have fallen asleep right then, but Asante was still awake.
He saw her move her head so she could stare at the sleeping forms of Blue, and Pebbles. Her eyes fell on the cubs.
"They don't like me very much " Tsume huffed. "I think I scare them."
Asante snorted in laughter, "Well you can be pretty scary."