DauntlessHey-yo Daddy-oDauntless3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm as fast as fast can go
Ginger slip and taunting air
Spicy bounding twirling dare
Hill and dale and in between
Tagging chasing vanilla cream
Foxy loxy's so darned clever
Thinks to eat me by the river
Upside down and inside out
Foaming pouting fuzzy snout
I'm as fast as fast can go
You can't catch me; don't you know?
Surprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLokiSurprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLoki4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jarvis, check the comp stats on the Mark 9, I have some ideas I want to fool around with before the party."
"Very well sir, shall I set up the- sir? I'm receiving a transmission message from Mr. Nick Fury, shall I put him through?"
Tony sighed turning away from his scientific holo-screen, " Why not, not like I have a option when he call anyways.."
" Stark, we have a problem."
" Does S.H.I.E.L.D. ever not have any problems? And who gave you my number?"
"It's Asgard related, thought you might want to take a look at it before I talked to Dr. Banner..."
" Oh him? He's always interested in jobs and assignments, he's especially helpful as long as he doesn't get too frustrated."
Tony had just finished his home/office repairs and was reopening Stark Tower with a bang. Since it was party at his tower it was public, and it was expected that Thor attend, along with the rest of the Avengers.
It would be the first time since they all gathered together since
Surprises, Surprises Part 3 TonyXLokiSurprises, SurprisesSurprises, Surprises Part 3 TonyXLoki4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
3 hours had passed since anyone had seen Tony or his beautiful hanger on.
Thor didn't like that woman, she was pretty, beautiful even, but something was familiar about those emerald eyes.
That smile was familiar...
He decided to head to down to Loki's cell, just to check on him. He didn't want his brother ruining the party.
As he walked toward the main elevator, Stark was adjusting his tie about to walk out.
" Tony, I was about to..-"
" I just got done bringing Loki down some drinks.. Tony grabbed Thor by the shoulder, twisting him back to the party... -he loves those right, with the little umbrellas in them?"
Tony patted Thor's back, " He's fine Thor. Relax, let lose! Maybe I can show you some dance moves you can take back to Asgard with you."
Thor was still worried but didn't want his paranoia to get to him, tonight was not night for dealing with his meddlesome brother, if Loki showed his face, he would deal with him accordingly.
"Ok "Man of Iron", I wo
InadequateFalling from faceless faithInadequate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shooting stars fall from space,
Joining heaven and earth as one...
Separating space and time.
Too afraid to swim,
I will wait here in the shallows;
Hiding my face within darkness
Until I forget what it's like,
Can't see myself anymore...
I've faded too far...
Nothing is ever good enough,
No matter how hard I try.
It is all disgusting
Full of hatred and putrid violence,
The demon has arisen,
And she is angry...
Nothing but wrath and fear.
Incapable of understanding
What it means to be alive,
It's not enough to even say
That I want to be free...
Beneath this gloomy sky...
Drowning in the liquid haze,
I will never falter;
Even in spite of
The pitch black shadows
That eat away at my soul...
And it hurts...
I have fallen too far...
There is no hope.
RevolverLately I've done this thing...Revolver3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welcome you to the embrace of death.
I am the one to take your soul.
And then you too shall be forgotten, like me. . .
IncompleteI must hack my way in to the system,Incomplete3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...
Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.
I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.
Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLokiDecisions, decisions...Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLoki3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sequel to Surprise, Surprise
Loki sat in his room, lying down but not sleeping. Thinking of his brother, thinking of Tony...
" I can't believe what's happened.." It was cold in his room, and dark, but he liked it that way, it matched how he felt.. Now that he was back on Earth, without trying to attack it and not locked up in Tony's tower, he found it was much like Asgard, surrounded by people but still utterly alone...
When he had been young whenever he'd had a nightmare, he'd never gone to his parents room. Instead, when he had been afraid, he fled to Thor's room.
To Thor's always awaiting arms... " Why must the world clutter, why must love wither? If only things could ...- beautiful things, could last forever..."
Outside his door, he heard footsteps, and a sliver of light widened through the room. Loki sat up in his bed.
" Brother? Do you still sleep?"
" Come in..." he choked out, finally glad to have some company.
Fallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse Poem3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.
He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.
For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?
He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.
The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .
He was a God.
. . . .
Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.
This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certai
Redemption: Chapter ThreeRedemption: Chapter Three3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Captain Hook: Redemption
Sally McCoy had been a serving maid in the Gray household for almost 10 years, and in her time there she had seen and heard plenty of strange things. But as she left Wendy Darling in the parlor to fetch her Mistress, the maid had to say that this newest turn of events took the number one spot for absurd happenings. The whole situation was absolutely preposterous!
The young Miss Darling couldn't be right; surely she must have been mistaken. . . She had to be. Alexandra Mercedes Gray had never in her life cared for anyone but herself, and now she was 'supposedly' taking on a student, and a young and pretty one at that?
No. Sally decided that the girl was confused, or knowing her luck, this Miss Darling might even be a little barmy! Or perhaps she had merely told the coachman the wrong address? That was it! She must have had the wrong address!
With this happy idea in mind Sally turned to go back into the parlor and tell the young woman
Lucius' Happy Memory: HP OneshotLucius' Happy MemoryLucius' Happy Memory: HP Oneshot3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
words on a napkin ix.(Read the first 8, so you get an idea of who she is)words on a napkin ix.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words are sparse
from this pen lately.
i'm alive again.
the wind is the coldest
i've ever felt it
and i'm in a t-shirt
it licks and bites me
with its frosty fingers
but i don't care
i've been dead
and at this moment,
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, but12-21-123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will always be thus.
Las Vegas SyndromeLas Vegas Syndrome4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las Vegas Syndrome
They named the pill Las Vegas, after the new city that never sleeps, despite originating from a Chinese replica developed in New Jersey. Aaron Knight’s grandfather, George Knight Senior, often spoke fondly of a time when LV’s were optional, when people would waste hours every day lying in bed doing nothing. Aaron considered him a Dozer, a pervert. We often excuse the elderly for their eccentricities but Aaron always found it difficult to understand and forgive his grandfather’s obsession with sleeping. George Knight Senior was the last of Aaron’s grandparents, only dying twelve years earlier, at the unusually old age of seventy-two. Aaron was born too late to meet the rest of his forebears, they were merely names rarely recounted in passing conversation however he retained fond memories of George Senior.
Aaron Knight lived in London, which was a drastically different city to the one George Senior recal
StarlightAt nightStarlight6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THe stars danced in the sky
They sparkle like a firework
up there in the night
But there is one star
I have loved since I was born
the starlight star
it is very lonely
My star is a peaceful feeling
that calms me
whenever I see it
Everyone has their own star
stars are like the life of a person
when a person dies
a star fades
while a new one appears in its place
WHen a newborn is born
But stars of people never fade
THey dim a little not never fade away forever
My star is a special gift
that nobody can ever get on earth
this star is like my angel
waiting for me
every night as I looked at the stars
I know it will never fade
it will always be there until time ends
The Heart in a BoxI locked it away in a little black box,The Heart in a Box4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for a while I forgot
What it was like to have it inside,
Begging to come out instead of trying to hide.
I locked it up with chains
And took it somewhere far away.
Dropped it off where no one could see,
So that it would never be free.
I drowned it in the dark ocean,
Left it there to let it mend.
I hoped not to see it again.
Hoping that maybe this was the end
Of the butterflies in my stomach,
And the confusion that makes me sick.
I thought this would be the last time
That over this I would cry.
I thought that if it was lost
Then these feelings would stay gone.
I was fine on my own, without it there.
With it gone, I didn't need to care.
And suddenly with no warning,
After leaving me mourning,
It returns half-full, but still alive,
And there it is before my eyes.
Counting the seconds with every beat,
Once again keeping me from my sleep.
Leaving me with a choice, a question,
Yes or no, such a hard decision.
I'm not supposed to feel.
i don't even k
After eternity- Female!Ciel x Sebastian- part 2After eternity- Female!Ciel x Sebastian- part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
As quite as I can I tip-toe through the hallway. Damn damn damn, I need to quickly get rid of this before Sebastian finds out! Just when I almost have reached the door, that leads to the garden, I hear footsteps coming closer. "Oh no no no no no!" Quickly I turn around and see Sebastian walking towards me, a smile is decorating his features. Thank God, that must mean he hasn't noticed it yet. "Ciel I'm going after some groceries. Is there anything that you ne-"
"No. No nothing. There's nothing that I need." An uneasy laugh rolls over my lips as I force a smile on my face. Please don't find out, please don't find out, please don't find out!
My demon cocks up an eyebrow as he watches me closely. "What's the matter? Your knees are shaking and you're sweating like a horse." Oh God no Softly I clear my throat and hope that he doesn't see what I'm holding behind my back. "I don't know, I'm feeling so dizzy suddenly. Maybe I just need some fresh air. Yeah, that's it!
SkylarkMother birds will abandon their kin if they smell a human has touched them.Skylark4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mother always loved birds. She'd sit in the garden for hours, perfectly still, like some chipped statue in a filmy nightgown. When the frost came, she still wore the same damn nightgown, let her bare feet melt the ground a little and perched outside-not unlike a bird, really. They landed all around her, gathering in bunches on her wrists and pecking at her sparkly gold-painted plastic ring, worn on her left ring finger like a wedding ring. I'd bought it for her at a thrift store for her twenty-first birthday, when I was six, after I heard her complaining to Grandma about raising a child without a husband. She thanked me and slipped it on, then went back into the garden, trailing shimmering wrapping paper at her heels. I knew she loved it, though, or she'd have taken it off after all these years at least once. She hasn't.
I could never understand her fixation with the birds, and could never really find out
going, going, going...going.going, going, going...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he wasn't the kind of boy you brought home,
but the kind you fell for the minute
his smile turned to you;
the kind who's eyes haunted your dreams.
winter was warm spent in the circle of his arms,
not a single chill invaded the space
between his hands and his heart;
the space you tried desperately to occupy.
he wasn’t one who took well to apologizing,
but how the I'm sorry's fell from his lips
when you tried to leave;
the door never seemed further away.
summer beat down on you with all its might,
and as the heat came so too did his temper
which made you want to cry for help;
you took to hiding the bruises instead.
he wasn't always this way with you,
but when the anger came
he changed before your eyes;
you kept thinking it was your fault.
this time there was no oxygen left for forgiveness,
he'd knocked it from your lungs
and left you breathless on the floor;
you didn't notic
x~xGirls And Their Demonsx~xCH3 And 1/2x~xGirls And Their Demonsx~xCH3 And 1/24 years ago in Drama More Like This
I had to tell myself to not go down there. It was painfully hard to do so. It was him, with my fiance. The one I couldn't have anymore because of this.. this thing I've become. I hated it, but at the same time, it enchanted me. I loved it more than anything else, but yet it pained me so because I couldn't be with the one I truly loved.
I looked down at her from atop the cliff I was on. Quite far away from the party, it was, actually. But my whole ordeal with being a demon and what-not heightend my senses. So I didn't need a telescope to see her beautiful green eyes from here.
I felt a familiar presence behind me. He was my shadow. My loyal servant, to follow me everywhere. Without him, I would be helpless. Just a young demon trying not to get himself killed.. if that was even pos
x~xGirls And Their Demonsx~x CH3x~xGirls And Their Demonsx~x CH34 years ago in Drama More Like This
The ride to the "party" was one of the slowest moments of my life. In reality, it only took about ten minutes to get there... but in my mind it seemed like an eternity. Having to sit next to my mother in a small space with no one else in the carrige was suffocating. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. Observing her stotic expression. My attention was then focused away from her as we arrived at our destination. I checked my make-up in the window reflection once more before stepping out, and into my own personal hell.
There were many people at this event. As I stepped out of the carrige I felt completely and utterly surrounded. As far as I could see, I only saw the heads and hats of women and men. I looked up towards my mother, waiting for her expression. She didn't seem suprised at all. Not in the slightest. I