Minecraft: Day 1Minecraft: Day 1Minecraft: Day 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's cold here.
Snow covers everything.
There is no life.
It seems that I am the only one here
The sun rises.
For a few seconds,
But then I move on.
But not just anything
That felt so hostile
Are starting to feel like my friends.
I speak to them.
Am I going mad?
There is a small
A single pine
Grows in the center.
It is the sign I needed.
I made sticks.
I put pieces of wood
This is what I have
I find a lone wolf
Wandering near my
It falls in.
I want it to be my friend.
But I have nothing to give it.
I trap it in
A dirt hut.
I will decide
What to do with it
What is there to eat
My stomach hurts.
I finally find
A pink block.
Is this food?
Should I attack?
My stomach growls and
The pink turns.
Hunger has turned me mad,
I butcher it.
The world swims
Before my eyes.
The pains in my stomach
It is n
Deviantart.I hate how people assume that because I draw "Cute" Stuff, I disregard the evil in the world and think I am victimized.Deviantart.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate how they think that I only draw it for popularity
I hate how people come to me and ask how did I get through all the pain of being hurt, and I have nothing to say.
I hate how people assume I am mean and think highly of myself because I am easily hurt and need to vent.
I hate that people will read this and laugh.
I hate how the people I thought were going to be my friends, don't come to me and tell me they have a problem with me, and before I know it, I am staring at a screen of slander on my name.
I hate how they disregard what I may have been through, not even caring that I am a person.
How they laugh behind my back, when they don't even know my name.
I hate that I love something that hurts me so much,
I hate that I am scared people will no longer buy my art, and in the end I won't have money for food.
I hate how that my escape from the world is an ugly place
Insane Tsar- World War IIIInsane Tsar- World War III3 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was an unexpected time in the nations of the world. Everything was at peace and calm, the meetings of the G8 were the same, but all very peaceable. No one was going to do anything to ruin the harmony of the earth; well there was only one man that thought of a plan to make his world sovereign a reality. Ivan Braginski had always sought to have power over everyone just like when he was a young man and that is what he did. He started by taking over the small countries around him, no one really paid any mind to him. They could fight their way out of his grasp if they could and if it got any worst the bigger countries would aid them. But they went down with no vast wars or complaints. Then Ivan invaded Wang Yao's land and hard as Wang tried Ivan took over. Then everyone went to war, World War III and this time it was a war of all times. With new weapons and nukes it was a mass killing of the citizens more so in Arthur Kirkland's house than any.
He was one of the fi
Japan X Reader .:You and Only You:.Japan X Reader .:You and Only You:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You have always been good a shielding your feelings. You were a stubborn girl ever since you were born and nothing has changed since then. When you started school at age five, you were stricken with anguish over being torn from your parents. Granted you got to go home everyday, you still sat by yourself and didn't talk to anyone. That was when you met Kiku Honda.
Kiku was shy himself, but was completely caring. He was a little on the short side, dark-haired with deep brown eyes that evoked a lot of soul. He convinced you to come out of your shell despite your stubborn tendencies. There wasn't anyway you could say no to him. You believed he knew that and took advantage of you when he could.
You were now a senior in high school, ready to graduate any day. Kiku and yourself had friends now for over twelve years, a time which seemed like an eternity. Over these long years, you and Kiku had faced many troubled times. You lost your house and he offered you a place to stay. His par
Thoughts like a saintThoughts like a saint4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He can't see the light because it is so dark outside his door
The pass of suffering is in his mind and he can't let go of the pain
Bodies hit the floor in his world, more than they should in any
He can't have a real heart-to-heart in his home because he is to damaged
He can't hope for tenderness because it injuries his soul
He feels too dammed in this world to live
I wish he saw what I see in his life
I see a boy becoming a man, in a wretched world
I see a clever teenager feel all alone, only if he knew I cared for him
My whole world crashes at the thought of his pain
He is gentle in his thoughts like a saint
I don't what he looking for but if I hold on I can grasp what he does
If I could embrace him I would for years in a bond of compassion for each other
We would be as a brother and sister in wonderland
Oh god, whoever you are, save him for the thought of not making it
I don't want to see his name in the a paper, please take the pain of emptiness from him
So he can li
ForgivenessTrue forgiveness does not need approvalForgiveness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not need you for thus
I do not hate you any more
And no longer at you will I cuss
Your presence does not bother me
Yet we are no longer friends
That bond has been broken by false trust
I don't need to go down broken bends
You seem strong, lost friend and perfect stranger
You can make it in this foreboding world
I wish you good luck, with all the troubles you go through
All the problems that, at you, are hurled
Forgotten Chapter 2"Come on Blue, stop playing around, you've known me for around eight years!" said Marshall Lee with tears forming in his eyes. "We've been friends for over eight years! You know everything about me! You have to know I who I am!" Fionna just stares at him blankly, not knowing what to say to the 'stranger'. He couldn't believe it. Now Fionna had forgotten him as well. First Simone Petrikov, Ice Queen, now Fionna? He couldn't deal with it a second time. He still wasn't one hundred percent over Ice Queen forgetting him after everything they went through. Tears ran down his face silently as he took out the picture of the two of them, Marshall Lee teaching Fionna how to play his axe bass. One of the only pictures he had of the two of them. She takes it from him, staring at it.Forgotten Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry," she said handing it back. "Really, I am."
"Based off what you told me I think she has amnesia," said Bubba.
"Well no shit," said Marshall Lee crossing his arms. "Even I can figure that out!" G
MistakeI forgot her and emptiness came back,Mistake3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My life it once again painted black!
Like a dead butterfly by winds I’m blown,
I'm on the same path, but I’m alone.
She used to be my magic spark,
Alas, she’s gone and now it’s dark.
She guided me through toughest times,
When I was not worth a few dimes.
Yes, she was just an image in my heart,
The real her I knew I would not meet,
So I broke my dreams apart
And stopped my heart’s ferocious beat.
Do not decline the gift from God above,
Do not decline the sacred love!
It is not a curse! Do not make my mistake,
You do not know what is at stake.
Original Sin - PrologueOriginal Sin - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue Distant Memories
Another day was coming to a close as the streets of London slowly emptied, shop signs turning to remind shoppers that the keeper will not be returning until the following day, which went for the Undertaker as well.
"Quite the productive day." He chuckled, locking the door to his shop before retiring to the back towards his bed, dimming the lights on the way. He removed his hat before stripping off his robes to change into something a bit lighter to sleep in, happening to glance over near the basin of water. He brushed his silver hair out of his eyes before reaching up to tie his hair back out of the way, walking over to wash his face. A quiet sigh slipped from his lips as he gazed down at his dripping reflection, the face of a scarred, battle-worn Reaper who was hiding more secrets than just his eyes behind his hair. He leaned closer, noticing the usual green-on-green color had the ring of red around them still, threatening to consume them which he knew
Farewell LoveI am standing in a field full of dying flowers.Farewell Love3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I heard that once they used to bloom
And picked up by many lovers,
Until one day they met their doom.
Whispers from my past haunt me,
I followed them to this forsaken land,
Grief and despair instantly found me
And buried my dreams under endless sands.
Farewell, love, we had good times together.
You made my pen lighter than a feather,
Yes, you were unanswered and brought pain,
You saved me from the burning sun and heavy rain.
One day I opened my eyes and my muse was gone,
Again in this World I am left alone!
Without aims and full of doubts I wander around,
Searching for something that cannot be found:
A blooming flower…
Atychiphobic SolutionAtychiphobic Solution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fighting that battle
which I reluctantly wage.
I will wait with my patience,
which with me drowns...
I will await the oak of my coffin to rot,
so that I may break free,
and swim away from my demise beneath,
To the above of my fallen tears
to whatever light remains & awaits me,
in the new world that I will call my own.
HateI hate youHate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I love you
I hate you
because you were my friend
I hate you
because I trusted you
I hate you
because you left
I hate myself
For letting you go
I Can TryI can listen to everything you have to sayI Can Try4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And try my best to make you feel better
Make the difficult times easier for you
I can hold you close and make everything else disappear
Let you take out your anger and frustration
Promise not to go anywhere
I can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apart
But that doesn't mean you would do the same
When things start to get hard
I can love you with all of my heart
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
But that won't make you come back
Make you want to be with me
I can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for me
That you don't still own my heart
I don't know if I'll ever truly be over you
But I can try to be
SupergirlSometimes i wish i could be your supergirl,Supergirl4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
to protect you from anyone who could hurt you.
I wish i could fly,
to be wherever you are,
wherever you need me.
I would be there for you.
I would like to read minds,
to understand you,
know what you feel and
I wish i could have super strength,
to always protect you and hug you tight.
I would like to stop the time too,
to see what i did wrong,
what happend to us,
what i can change.
To come back in time and undo my mistakes.
The only superpower i have, but i wish i hadnt,
is the one of being invisible.
Being invisible to you.
XXXXXEven now,XXXXX3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
:EnGarde- Ch 9::EnGarde- Ch 9:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Caleb grabbed his mask back from the receptionist after she had checked the mesh and bib, running his thumb along the new blue stamp on its side amidst the many other, older, ones.
"Are you all checked?" Delacruz asked him when he found the boy stretching in the men's locker room.
"Yep," The fencer replied, switching legs.
"Alright then get your stuff on. I'll help you warm up."
"m'kay." The brunette nodded, looking over at Delacruz knowingly, "Gonna show off for all the sponsors, eh?"
The Asian man smirked before leaving Caleb to suit up.
Alec sat up from where he'd been lying on the bed and stalked out of his room to get some food in his stomach. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, his head too clouded from constantly thinking about Caleb to worry about food.
As he walked out into the hallway, the sound of the TV in Danni's room made him freeze mid-step. Glancing over from where he stood, he saw the brunette that had been invading his
Life Without You.Live without you is a boring waist land that I breathe each day.Life Without You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you where the only one that could fill the hole in my heart that I've had for too long.
But they took you away from me, so the hole is even bigger.
Will I every find someone to fill that hole?
Because I thought you where the only one that cared for me.
No one says it's easy,
I just want you.
I can't have you,
You probably want someone else.
You told me lies,
It was all lies.
"But it wasn't!"
Then tell me what you really think.
Atlas, you can't.
Because they took you away from me.
So, now I weep and I weep.
I no longer wish to live if it means life without you.
No one will ever fill this hole.
Please tell me I can, because I can't do this constantly.
Slowly deteriorating in my own grief.
No one will help me.
I love you, so please tell me the same.
But this time, mean it.
But you can't because they took you away from me.
The wind is ushering a change.
They tell me I don't need you,
It's just an addiction.
NevermoreNevermore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jason " I whispered, trying to keep the tears that were forming in my eyes at bay. Why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he understand ? "I told you because I felt guilty about it. You can't understand how much I love you, and how many times I wanted to tell you, but ...." But I just couldn't bring myself to do it Not because I was ashamed; not because I wanted to keep it all bottled up But because I was afraid it would hurt him in the end. I had never told anyone about my past before for fear that it might ricochet right back at me and become a burden to whoever I told. Because I was frightened that if Gregory d'Quincy was ever out of jail, he would kill whoever knew my secret I didn't tell him because I didn't want to hurt him ... Not because I'm a malicious person. Harming someone is actually the last thing on my mind.
I saw Jason bring a fist up to his mouth, almost biting into his knuckles. I could see the frustration morphing into his features
New Jrock Fanservice VideoNew Jrock Fanservice Video5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiyE0A0yax8 - NEW LINK!
~ chapter 7 ~~ chapter 7 ~3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zawiera elementy Hellsinga i Vassalorda
Obrzeża Londynu. Wpół do szóstej nad ranem. Opadająca mgła. A w samochodzie tylko on, ona i lokaj z upływającym terminem ważności.
W innych okolicznościach jazda czarnym Rolls Roycem na tylnym siedzeniu z nieziemsko przystojnym mężczyzną nie pozwalałaby jej siedzieć obojętnie. Jednak tym razem „ale” szerzyły się jak panika w płonącej dyskotece.
Ale facet obok bym wampirem. Ale na to akurat przymknęła oko.
Ale ten koleś przeprowadził szturm na jej i tak nadszarpnięte dziewictwo. Ale tego bynajmniej nie miał miała mu za złe.
Ale niemal nic z tego nie pamiętała i nie wybaczy mu tego do końca jego wampirzego życia.
GrimmIchi Chap3: Before You Forget About MeGrimmIchi Chap3: Before You Forget About Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The King and His Sword
Ichigo, 17. Alive.
Ichigo stilled himself. The approach of a lone Arrancar was not aberrant. It was the sight of one when that loneliness reached into its eyes that unnerved him.
This one had blue hair. The most vibrant of all the Arrancar he'd seen.
Ichigo called out to it before it had spotted him. "Arrancar, why are you out this far?"
Its eyes were tired as it lifted them. Even at this distance, blood was clearly dripping down its face. The mask on its face was slowly dyeing red.
Grimmjow saw his Shinigami enemy with a reluctant will to defend himself. He was fortunate thatIchigo thought twice before jumping on the injured.
"I've given you warning," Ichigo spoke again, readying his black sword at his side. "Stand down."
Grimmjow thought about it. There was still blood in his mouth when he opened it in a painful smile. "Easy, Shinigami. This isn't the
The Lonely PianoIn my garden, under an apple tree stands an old piano,The Lonely Piano3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At nights, when the moon shines, I play,
And the sounds for thoughts make way!
Traveler, if you pass near a garden, untainted and wild,
You’ll hear the music of a lonely piano,
Sometimes it is loud and sometimes it is mild.
It comes from a broken heart,
You know life is cruel and hard,
Different worries want to rip me apart.
By grief my mind is cursed,
By love my piano is enchanted,
Many feelings to my soul are granted,
But for no reason I get worse.
. the beginning .Silence.. the beginning .3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cool, bitter, familiar silence.
Pain. It used to be a lot sharper, but time and fatigue have numbed it down a bit. Now it just thumps, dull and resilient, all over her body.
This was never supposed to have happened.
Heavy lidded eyes stared dully in the darkness. The few non broken and bruised fingers twitched, paused. Reached for something and scraped against the cold floor. Reached out again. Touched the hilt, carefully slid it closer. Grasped the firm, smooth wood, perfectly sized for her hand.
Raises the knife.
“You know that doing that won’t achieve anything.”
Eyes slide to the figure, barely visible in the thin light that escapes from the cracks in the ceiling.
Dry lips crack, then twist as the pain comes back again, stronger. Heavy breaths make up the only sound in the room.
“There’s no harm in trying, right?”
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to give in.
It’s for the best, yo