Kakashi's ThoughtsKakashi's Thoughts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having just turned 18, it was still unusual to have someone so young as an ANBU assassin. As he flew through the snow covered branches, Kakashi thought about all of the gossip and praise that was surrounding him. He did not care. The elders thought he was so accomplished because he was trying to protect the country. That was not the real reason. he became strong for Shane. Just the thought of her brought back memories.
Two children playing in the forest. One with white hair, one with black. It was Kakashi-with his short, spiked, white locks- and Shane-with her long, wavy, black ones. There were 9-years old, and Shane was in town visiting the 3rd Hokage. Kakashi knew how he felt about Shane, even if he was young. He just never had the courage to tell her how he felt, even when she was leaving to go back home. The last thing Shane had said to Kakashi had always stayed with him to this very day.
"Kakashi, I want you to know that I'll always care for you. So become the strong boy I know
EvilEvil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness that is slowly lighting up,
But it is not that usual pure white light.
No, it's a light that is more evil.
A poisonous evil.
Dripping green all around me.
All over my wing;
All over my hair.
Surrounding me in the evil that I feel compelled to be a part of.
An evil that seems to be a part of my nature.
My very being.
As if the last of my humanity was trying to save me.
My locks have claimed to be white,
But even so, my soul is black.
I have outweighed between good and evil,
And have finally chosen.
One words come to mind when I think of myself,
And that word is:
TWighSing(NOTE: Dont shoot me, this is just a Hysterical idea. Hellsing Fans I think would enjoy the clash. Twighlight fans not so much. sorry)TWighSing5 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a rainy morning in Washington, Seattle. The clouds were dark and heavy; the prelude to an ominous storm. At four in the morning, the city was bustling with sleepy activity. Night jobs were closing down and early bird shifts were groggily making coffee and hitting the highways.
A helicopter landed precariously a few miles out of the city. A crack of thunder was drowned out by the spinning propeller blades. A small figure, followed by a great black dog, climbed from the door. They walked away, heading towards an idling limousine.
The wind blew long blonde hair into her eyes as she dragged her suitcase towards the car. The big dog evolved at that moment into the figure of a dark haired girl in white, as Integra rolled her eyes. Alucard smiled deviously as Integra rolled her eyes. It was clear she was overall annoyed. At age 22, she s
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 3Heaven is Other Roko INA part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The master instructed Shari to dress for the occasion, and so he did, with the best piece of clothing he could scrounge up but which still fit his small frame. It was a cloak that folded into a robe, dyed solid black. It did not have true sleeves; rather the fabric was folded under the sash in order to give the appearance of sleeves. Besides it, he only wore a fresh shenti, because even the night was hot and he wasn't the sort of idiot who would overdress, even for an important occasion.
They walked through the main dining hall, which rang with all the noise and smells that generally accompanied dinner. The hall, filled with a rich warm glow from the heating coils and the overhead chandeliers, was divided into four quadrants, and each quadrant was divided by long serving tables. The centers of these tables had wide pathways for the servers and cooks to walk through, to deliver and refresh all the various kinds of dishes on that dinner's menu. The pathways joined in the middle, which co
Hole againI am blue; I am down; I am depressed;Hole again2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!
Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.
My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.
UndecidedUndecided4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't choose.
The two women that look alike,
That feel the same.
I love them both
From the bottom of my heart.
Whether or not they love me,
Just doesn't seem to matter.
They could love my dog-demon ears;
My silky, smooth, silver hair;
My golden-yellow eyes;
Or just me for me.
I would hold them both with my clawed hands,
And with the kindness I have for them both.
The love I have for both seems so undecided.
I can't choose.
WonderlandWhat of pain?Wonderland2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!
Crona's poem Inner storm (A poem of Crona's)Crona's poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Darkness, thunder and lightning you see,
a huge storm is getting closer,
madness, trouble and what's frightening are eating me,
while people judge wrong, calling me a loser.
What is this pain?
Why is it flowing through my vein?
Is the world on the verge of dying,
or is it me, whom down a dark hole is flying*? (*meant as falling)
...That's something I've done for too long,
the truth is I don't know how to deal with it,
people tell me to step up and be strong,
but I keep falling, singing the same melancholic song,
over and over, without having a bit
of light and love, simple to everyone else,
which to me, doesn't make much sense...
...One day I think things are gonna get better,
the next one my opinion alr
StayingThe clock turns around and we breathe ourselves out into silenceStaying2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your face bears the mark of the dead but you live on with violence
There ain't a word or an echo of truth
That don't steal my soul and bind it to you
But the fight is where it all has to stand together
And you break
All the laws that I learned
And you kill
All the lies that I've lived
You're a thief on the run
But I see you wear broken wings
And I'm dying to see you just as you are
And we're learning to wonder if life is all ours
As you try to slip further, I'm going down too
Don't think that I'm stupid, I'm staying with you
The road is ahead and we've got a billion choices
The sound of our hearts somehow cover millions of noises
You try to make light, think you've figured it out
You cut out too early but I know you doubt
'Cuz something real shines through when we are together
And I leave
All the worries behind
And I give
You the love that is mine
No, I never felt sorry
But don't go the last part alone
And I'm dying to se
Beloved EternityMoonlight shines upon him,Beloved Eternity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his face a porcelain white,
his blacken eyes they glimmer,
with sorrow and delight,
I'm enchanted by his beauty,
his features so pure-so cold,
how many times i wished to hold him,
though i know it cannot be so,
Hes damned within his sorrows,
his guilty pleasures feed,upon the living souls,
that gives him what he needs,
Ill be the one to save him,
Ill be the one who bleeds,
Ill be his one,his only,
his beloved eternity
BrokenIs it possible to overindulge a treasure?Broken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does she deserve?
Teaching morals, virtues, good will,
Harmonizing with grace.
Protecting her loved ones,
Nurturing their ugly wounds.
Generous to a fault,
Crawling through blades of fire,
Emerging bright and beautiful.
Letting go? . . .
It's not possible to overindulge a treasure.
She'll never know how much she deserves.
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.
Always Be TrueThe truth may be painful,Always Be True4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the truth may bring sorrow,
tears may be shed,
and hearts may be hollow.
But it will carry you, it's a healing hand,
though in pain you have fallen,
with purpose you'll stand.
You'll see the path you were truly meant to take,
at that point you'll be free of all things fake.
You'll give birth to miracles,
you'll see gold and silver things,
the nightingale was once crippled,
but the truth healed its wings.
That's what I found....
The most meaning one can have in a night,
the sky was dark but around her was light,
the light of truth that The Kingdom had sent,
to ensure that her future was very well spent.
She had it so easy,
being lost in another place,
she lived so much a lie
she didn't recognize her own face.
That's why this night had come to pass,
she saw herself in truth at last.
Her heart in misery,
lamentation with regrets,
and afraid of what will happen when the new day sets.
The sky not big enough to hold her tears,
crying all night but nobody hears,
Tug of WarTug of War2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Positives, positives what to say
I have pretty porcelain skin
That shines as bright as day
My eyes are a mix of grey, green, gold, and brown
A prism of colour all the way around
My hair is the colour of fire
That glows with bright red flames
My dimples are-
Hey! What's your game?
Lets not forget you filthy whore
You've slept with at least a dozen men
And you're bigger than a store
Your stomach and thighs are nothing but fat
Who the hell would wanna get near that?
Covered from head to toe in scars and burns
Face it, you're nothing but a-
Excuse me, let me finish
As I was saying
My dimples are faint and cute
Onset by my blushing which is ever so acute
Blah, blah, blah
No one cares!
You have no friends
And you're always mentally in despair
You're a clingy, needy freak
And you can't keep anyone in your life for more than a week
But if someone would take the time to get to know me
They would see I have a really great personality
Yeah, but why would anyone wanna stay
Since all you're g
Am I tough enough?Am I tough enough?Am I tough enough?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To protect you from the evil
That has settled in my mind.
It wildly fights behind my eyes.
To come out at every chance
Am I tough enough?
To hold back the sarcasm
I want to say to all of you
Because of my own twisted mind
That can't take it any more
Am I tough enough?
To keep up the appearance
That I like the way I am
I want myself to change
So that is why I fight myself
Am I tough enough?
To become someone else
That is still me, but not
The person that I used to be
For all those years I've been
Am I tough enough?
To become who I want to be
and not who I've been all along
Or am I who I want to be
But haven't I seen it yet
Memoir Of A Summer GirlI've been called an ice princess.Memoir Of A Summer Girl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A frigid queen that couldn't shake the icicles dangling from her heart or even melt the first crust of snowy powder along these veins long enough to feel something... anything at all.
And every time someone would say these things to me I would smile sweetly, numbly because I couldn't feel.
But yet, their eyes dance over my breasts as if to a staccato tune only they can hear, and their tongue wets their lips as if tequila were thrust in front of a recovering alcoholic that is still thirsty.
Again I tilt my head and smile, unfeeling, knowing their eyes are burning holes into my skin.
The seams of my clothing unraveling around me, fabric combusting, leaving me standing before them naked - a mass of invisible scars and bruised flesh where their lips once kissed me too hard.
I know they only see puckered nipples or the near-dampness between my thighs.
Not the girl in here.
Not the summer girl I had once been.
Their fingers splayed across my ribcage as if fe
Dreamingif you don't like it here, why not just get up and leaveDreaming4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a world out there that you wouldn't believe
dragons and wagons and flagons of ale
ships bigger than cities and oceans to sail
but there's thugs and there's bullies, cutpurses and thieves
so young to be walking around so naive
because something is taken for everything gained
leaving the end of the day disappointed and drained
so why you ask do you keep coming back
for a bite and a nibble of this wonderful snack
well the real world is good every now and again
but after a while everything just looks so plain
so wrap up your blankets and hide under bed
start dreaming in daytime and forge on ahead
maybe one day you'll live to be wiser than me
but you've got years left of dreaming until then to see
teenagersyour body's achingteenagers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mind never really available
shadows dancing and mixing up together
all a blur a void you can never fullfil
even when the voice breaks with promises and pleas
there are thousands of mirrors everywhere
everyone watching judging face-less
their masks all around the place
and you try time and time again
to face the crowd doing something
you were promised to achieve
but what was that supposed to mean?
all your words covered with icing of questions
bitter regrets you're thought to have left behind
but darling why should you
when you're so young and still have time
it's infuriating this whole period of growing up
making-believe you mean anything even to yourself
when it's so easy to see no one notices your words
and games i call making yourself present at home
when you do nothing but breath and look
at their back and salty upside-down frowns
oh but why should anyone do such a thing
time so precious so little of it so many things to do
all of them
Light and darknessI would like to be in these times,Light and darkness4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
when memories seemed so close.
Now they fade away, they leave nothing,
but the emptiness on this horizon.
I caught this vibrant spirit,
dancing in the mist of doubt.
I observed ones seeking the way out of the abyss.
I scattered the shadow inside depths of the hearts.
I had to choose between good and justice.
When there is no solace,
keep following your path.
Even if the world is full of lies,
let your friends be your support.
Do not let you be overwhelmed by the boulders of malice.
Let fate to answer where does it come.
Take up decision, follow the curiosity.
Crona's PoemDeath is imminent in all situations.Crona's Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the case, it'll come
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Yes, that is the choice to make.
Passing is the only way to be happy.
So making everyone pass is the right choice,
but isn't passing life like dying?
Does it make it right?
If every choice is death then the right choice is death, too.
But if the right choice is death
then why be born?
Dreamclouds And Stuff....Your eyes are bright todayDreamclouds And Stuff....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright enough for me to see them
Looking at me the way I always imagine they would
Until they fade into thoughts of
Unicorns, metal bands, tea shops, and other cool stuff
I wish there was a picture of you
Decked out in gloves, tie-dye jacket and band t-shirt
Hair spiked to the sky
Holding a plate of cookies and a carton of ice cream
That's what you really are to me
I wonder how we would officially meet
What mood I would be in
Because depending on my mood
I could be as shy as a ghost that doesn't haunt its own house
Or I would just pounce on you
Holy crap would that last one be fun
Or at least fun to tell about later
Man, do you empty my pockets
I know I've used at least fifty dollars just because
Were on my mind at the time
That doesn't count all the times I eat out
Pretending you're sitting next to me
Or across from me
Or coming up behind me to surprise me
Just to make me yelp
Anyway .that probably adds up to a few hundred
For me that really is a lo
The Darkest RoadThe gentle smile you once knewThe Darkest Road4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The warm hands you once clung to
Darkness surrounded you and took them away
Forever more changing your fate
Innocence is doomed to fade
But for you, it was stolen away
Time was never on your side
The days with value were ephemeral
Then the years of solitude endless
Left behind in hollow, soulless castle walls
Where and when the passage of time loses all meaning
Without a kind voice you guide you
You turned to the path of revenge
And embarked upon the darkest road
You move forward without ever moving on
The light in your eyes died that night
Though he escaped,
It is a part of you who is sill trapped
Behind prison bars
Unable to let go of that moment
Your plans of revenge tie you to that night
The only memories time cannot dull
Remember the tragedy all too vividly
The happy recollections walking side by side
At times seem like they're from another life
But when you suddenly wake from fitful sleep
The nightmare haunting your mind
Piercing and poisoning dream
Love-HateWhen everyone hates you,Love-Hate5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And nobody cares,
When they don't know what you've been through..
The tears and sorrow,
Not wanting to wake up for tomorrow,
Through the love and the hate,
Escaping the fate...
Finding what's right,
All the sorrow begins to bite...
And I'll tell you, my heart,
It's being torn apart..
A Crona PoemA Crona Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am a hollow of a human
I am nothing
A speck of dirt is more than I
I live alone
In my mind there is only lonliness
I feel nothing
There is no escape for me
Who can love a burden like I?
I don't deserve to be in the mere thoughts of others
My being is broken
My soul is dry
On this empty beach with no water
Only the lifeless sunlight shines upon me
The pitch blackness is my only home
I cannot destroy
I am unsure how to interact with my prey
I live in fear
Everything scares me
So I must grow stronger
But yet my goals are too far away
I don't know how to interact
No one has interacted to me
Where do I go?
When I am trapped in a body
With an undeserving soul