The Additions Part 5The Additions Part 53 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Marissa! It is time for you and me to leave before we draw attention to ourselves," stated the woman with red hair.
"How can you be so cold and heartless? My very best friend is dead. We have to do the right thing by bringing her to the hospital for the official death to be called," I stated in tears.
"Look at your pale skin. You must realize you don't have that luxury of being a human anymore. You are a vampire now," stated the woman.
"That doesn't mean that I can't have time to despair for my friend's death. She has been my best friend since I was in elementary school. How can I get over that as quickly as you would expect me too?" I responded.
The red headed woman sternly walked up to me and pulled me up by my upper left arm and said, "Because you are a four armed vampire. No one will understand or want to understand because they don't have the experience to know how unique and strong willed you are".
Before I could respond the red headed woman pulled me up onto my fe
Mileena's Redemption Episode 4Mileena's Redemption Episode 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
4 months have passed since Shang Tsung's defeat and Quan Chi's Brotherhood of the Shadows cult has gone back into hiding, probably planning on how to deal with me and my friends. I seriously hope my theory isn't true, because Mileena, Jade and Kitana are in no condition to fight for now. Sure, Liu Kang, Sonia, Johnny, Raiden, Ermac and the others guys can fill in for us, it's just the problem is that Mileena and Jade have just reached the second trimester of their pregnancy while Kitana is still halfway through the first trimester. She is not feeling very good lately, you know, feeling sick and such, Mileena and Jade don't have any maternity clothing, and they can't seem to find one, so they have no choice but to wear their everyday revealing outfits. At least their outfits leaves their stomachs exposed, that's a good thing. Zagato has been very enthusiastic lately about me and him being kings of Edenia since Kitana and Mileena are royal, but I haven't qu
A Voice In The WindA Voice In The Wind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Voice In The Wind
I can only think of how much I miss you
The fragments of my shell scatter
The smiling dreams of you rupture
On the inside, I know it's wrong
That I still cling onto you as I fail to carry on
I try and search for where my passion belongs
I can only remember how much I loved you
Tribulations welcome singularity
Upon the footholds of my diverse insecurities
I still whisper apologies to try and feel a difference
Because I can't take any more of this sleepless conscience
And I don't know which one of us is the one who is unforgiven
I will always be the arms of the storm
Trying to rebuild what was most dear to me
I don't even have the luxury to mourn
For the person that tried to hold me when I needed to be
Wincing at the random flashes of lightning
They temporarily distract me from our memories
This weakened state of mind isn't worth enduring
The harsh sting of freezing rain-
Sends staggering chills all over
The waves of r
Una buena publicidadNo fue magia. Les juro que no lo fue. Sé que todos vieron como una vieja bolsa de avión se convertía en una caja de pandora. Corrieron por ella, y ahora nos miran desolados.Una buena publicidad4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Las ideas fluyen, y alguien señala a la luna. Luego, con un juego de manos sonríe mostrando una aspirina. La gente agradece, y corren buscando su pequeño astro.
Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader - North American VisitPapa!FrancexLittle!Reader - North American Visit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is more of a NorthAmerican!BrothersxLittle!Reader, haha
(For new readers, if you don't understand, you might want to read my other Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader's~ )
" And zhat is why I need you to watch (__f/n__) for ze day, Mathieu," Francis finished with a persuasive smile. He was going off with his best friends Toni and Gil for the day to have some 'inappropriate fun'. Francis didn't leave (__f/n__) very often; he loved her way too much to leave her in someone else's care for too long.
The Canadian hesitated his invite at first; he honestly wasn't good with kids at all since they usually forgot his presence, but in the end he ended up agreeing, when Francis had grabbed him by the shoulders, stressing the fact that he was the only person he could trust his 'petite fleur' with.
"I never knew you had another child, Francis. Hopefully you've been treating her differently than you did with me
My MichelleMy Michelle5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Valor y a por el toro.
Qué fácil decirlo y qué difícil atreverse.
Por primera vez sentía una timidez intensa.
La observaba, desde lejos, entre los demás adolescentes que había bajo ese techo. No se daba cuenta. Bebía con despreocupación, riendo a cualquier cosa que le decían.
La Bella Bestia embriagada permanecía ignorante, arropada bajo los brazos del licor.
Sus chispeantes ojos verdes, su curiosa forma de vestir, su particular personalidad. Su cabello oscuro con mechas rojas, su inconfundible sonrisa. Un duendecillo benévolo, pero solitario.
Amiga de todos y a la vez de nadie.
Todo el mundo tenía buenas palabras para referirse a ella. Todos la habían abrazado alguna vez, la habían hecho reír. Todos, excepto el tímido muchacho que la observaba de lejos.
Nunca la había visto dos veces con el mismo grupo de chicos. Nunca la había visto junto a alguien en los ratos libres.
UnknownUnknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.
The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.
Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...
Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.
As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them
Wanting to be like them.
Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.
Let The Wounds Be UndoneLet The Wounds Be Undone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let The Wounds Be Undone
I heal to just be healed again...
So many wounds to mend...
My body feels no end...
Without pain there can be no relief
Last resort hope gives birth to belief
I knew there was always something better
I prayed for the days ahead to get brighter
As I lay in ruin
I feel my heart still beating
Pieces of destruction
Can be transformed into pieces of creation
Forgot about yesterday / I only know of today
The light sparks my way / Pushed the darkness away
Life is what I'm fighting for / You can't hurt me anymore
I'm stronger than before / The broken pieces are now whole
I wave my tarnished hands
Over my torn skin
My heart's no longer glass
This is my despair vanishing
I lift up my remains
And let go of the past
It's just another memory
But now here I stand
Tears will become numb!
Scars will be overcome!
Let the wounds be undone!
Girl as TragedyGirl as Tragedy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She decided to be a tragedy
because it was more beautiful
Happiness was a plain thing -
ordinary and drab as corn or
falling asleep in his chair..
But tragedy was elegant - the curves
of her slender body sheathed in trauma
and kid gloves that went up to the elbows.
It was mysterious - black hats with veils
and notes from strange men pressed into her palm
Tragedy looked good on resumes and fit perfectly
on the small white cards placed on her dining table.
Her sisters could slip them into their purses
to remind them later of how she breathed
dignity and grace into the family name.
She could wear it with her grandmother's jet beads
to the ballet, their stark beauty
a reminder of what was lost.
And when her final lover came to call at matins
she could slip it under her lips
and press it as a warm memory -
wet and gliding over his tongue
as she searched for words
among the sheets.
A New FeelingA New Feeling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hair glows like the purest snow
on a cold pale night
Your eyes linger on my lips
begging, inviting me with the fire in your eyes
A new feeling bursts into my body, I feel it down to the core
I'm falling for you, everyday even more
Thinking about you, so far away
Waiting, I feel so alone
I finally found someone, and hes already gone
I will see him again, the day will come
and when I do, we will become one
I was tempted, with that look in your eyes
That fiery gaze, with it I could die
My lips met yours, and it was so sweet
Savory and sinister, soon again we will meet...
The Key to my Heart~ BestFriend!RomanoxReaderThe Key to my Heart~ BestFriend!RomanoxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait for me until I return, mi bella," was the last thing he said to you in person. You both exchanged one hug, before he turned around without looking back, to board the airplane.
You watched him go with tears in your eyes. Even then you couldn't say what you've always wanted to say. Two simple, but beautiful words in his lovely language .
Ti amo .
"____________, come down stairs, I want to talk to you!" Eliza, your best friend called from down stairs. It was now exactly ten years from that day you said goodbye. You were now in college, rooming with Elizaveta, and currently the only single person in your group of friends.
"Okay, just a minute!" you said as you began to shut down your laptop. You plugged it into its charger, quickly surveyed your room, (which was a bit messy) shrugged as you passed it off as neat enough. You then checked yourself in the mirror and also passed yourself off as good enough. Y
PrisonerPrisoner3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her dreams all broken loose.
escaped her past,
they roost now in the tangles
of her disordered present.
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
UnleashedUnleashed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know this feeling
Or how to describe it
I feel my remorse changing
I'm becoming this
Rip this rage
From my heart
Open the cage
Let me out
Break Break Break
Through the walls
Of my mind
I don't know
What I'm doing
Losing the control
Over my emotions
Take Take Take
Away the fault
It's not mine
It's been so long
Since I've felt anger
Usually I'm not headstrong
But I couldn't keep it together
Forsake Forsake Forsake
The whole world
Leave it behind
Oh how the gentle have fallen
But this is what I get
Wasted all of this time trying
Nothing left to defend
Hope is conquered
Lesbian LoveI am a girlLesbian Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so are you
When you kiss me
I feel brand new
People might stare
They might get mad
But they can't understand
Nothing they never had
My heartbeat flutters
My brain is a mess
I love you more everyday
Not ever less
I want to protect you
I want you to smile
I want you to know
You're not a trial
Without a doubt
You're my mate and soul
And without you
I might lose control
Boys want to fix me
Girls only sigh
But when I look at you
I cannot see why
They say we're the same,
But we're nothing alike
They label us weirdo's,
Ugly, and dyke
But there's a secret
They do not know
That our romance
Is not just show
I'm in this for you,
My other half
My freaking everything
Who makes me laugh
I am a girl
And I love you
You're a girl
And you love me, too
SoundSound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
Stereotypical EmoEmo does not mean to have cool puffy backcombed hair with side bangs and the long extensions and the colorful colours through itStereotypical Emo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emo does not mean wearing black T-shirts/tops/vests or band tops or the wrist bands, and with skulls decorating everything you wear
Emo does not mean cutting yourself all the time or constantly sulking for yourself
Emo is not a type of music which is personally designed
Emo is not a type/brand of person or a feeling or constantly acting like there's no one there for you and you're all alone
Emo Means Emotional
It can be hating yourself for your own person reasons and everyone chooses to express it in different ways, all these things are just some ways some choose to do so
Well, they were before they became so over used and can just be a fashion statement to some or just a normal music genre to listen to.
But the long fringe can sometimes be the only thing they feel they can hide behind silently and unnoticeable without difficulty
Sometimes it's a case of wear
Your Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your Lies have almost took my life,
Pretty blind, now I see your knife,
Cutting me down to earth,
Do you even know how much that hurts?
Of course you do,
Because it's you,
It's fun to see me on the ground ,
Look around ,look around!
All my pain is your work
All my blood your joy,
Am I just your little voodoo toy?
Am I the dork?
And yes, you're really made it,
Looking at me
I'm on my knees
Begging for my life, which seems to flee
And all the flames ,they hit and hurt
Goodbye my life ,goodbye my love
Your lies have took me life…
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
HauntingHaunting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the last ghastly ghost,
glib tongued and glimmering,
in the space beneath the stairs.
My name glows upon your tongue,
gleeful and dreadful
in the dreary dregs of memory -
a keening cacophony
of deadly delights.
You called me here,
made me legion -the languid
languish of laughter,
your new language of the air
and all unearthly promises
pondering their place
in this shallow grave.
Bury me in beauty,
in the bounty of wanton
wonder and I will waste
eternity, a willing wraith to wait
upon your pleasure.
Crimson AgonyCrimson Agony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dreams plagued by your nightmarish visage,
I find it hard to rest softly.
There you sit watching, waiting for when I am most vulnerable,
poised and ready to strike.
My scars still bleeding from the trauma you caused,
and yet my heart still yearns for you.
What can I do to end this pain,
when will it end?
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
Like a stunning sunrise
Shunning out an ominous evening night
Piercing through that unending blanket of darkness
To see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made it
The sun rays hit and land
And starts to melt the doubt from my hands
The will to endure
The wisdom to acquire
There are no word