Her.Her beauty is blinding.Her.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many colors; dyed hair -
she knows how to work it.
She has style no one can compare.
Her smile makes me happy,
her laugh makes my day.
Her humor makes me clingy;
makes me wish that she would stay.
It's been so long since i've seen her,
and yet these feelings do not fade.
Time does not heal all the wounds,
but not everything is grey.
Just a picture; just a text -
this is my advantage -
i do not have to see her face
to know she's not for granted.
I think about her all the time.
In her absence, i feel lonely.
But being apart so much of the time
let's me realize she's my only.
This is not the one-time love
everyone longs after.
But even though i know that's true
i still long for her laughter.
She is beautiful, she is right
in everything she does.
And i can only dream up times
my brain's not filled with fuzz.
Thoughts of her, everyday;
instant feelings of glee.
But even though i wish it so,
she does not think of me.
Her beauty is blinding.
Many colors; dyed hair -
035. Hold My HandHalfway across a continent035. Hold My Hand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a body.
Halfway across this country
is a soul.
Halfway across a nation
Even halfway across a continent
seems a short distance to go.
Hold my hand;
don't let go.
CoD - What he wantsWhat he wants - Soap/GhostCoD - What he wants4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He hated getting drunk more than anything else. Even pain he could stand better.
He disliked the feeling of having forgotten something important, the black hole the alcohol left in his memories. He always did something equally embarrassing and unusual when he was totally drunk, that much he knew. After all, his team was always more than willing to tell him everything.
This time though he didn't need anyone because he could remember every detail of the shit he had done.
One of the evidences of the completely fucked up night still lay besides him. Or well, under him, to be accurate. Because he woke up sprawled over a completely unconscious Soap right underneath him, legs entangled and he knew they had slept that way already and Soap's arm almost crushing his chest with the grip he had on Ghost.
At least he still wore more or less all of the casual clothes he had appeared at the party with. Definitely a really good sign, so he only to
My SaviorMy heart aches for youMy Savior4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day after day
Some days are worse than others...
Some days I want to die
But you pull me through those days
Just by telling me you love me
Just by saying those three words
That mean so much...
You save Me
+DEKALOG DOBREGO SEME+1. Jak najgłośniej i z jak największym naciskiem wyrażać swoje zdanie. Podopieczny musi dobrze zrozumieć, kto jest panem w tej grze.+DEKALOG DOBREGO SEME+7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. NIGDY nie ulegać słabościom, jakie wykazuje Twoje uke. Ty tu rządzisz.
3. Od czasu do czasu dawać się wyściskać biednemu stworzeniu, które może być dumne ze zwania się Twoim uke. Uke też mają swoje prawa.
4. Rozlewać umyślnie herbatę na dywan, tłuc kilkanaście szklanek dziennie, urządzać imprezy z kumplami w domu... Niech uke się nie nudzi w przerwach między jednym stosunkiem, a drugim.
5. Stosować najróżniejsze tortury w łóżku włączając urocze hity disco polo w tle, aby stworzyć odpowiedni, psychodeliczny nastrój.
6. ZAWSZE i WSZĘDZIE, o każdej porze dnia i nocy, udowadniać potęgę swego seksapilu poprzez starannie zaczesane
I Wish I WasI wish I was good enoughI Wish I Was4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be by your side
I wish I was strong enough
To not feel like I have to hide
I wish I was pretty enough
To belong in your pictures
I wish I was brave enough
To hold your hand when I want to
I wish I was smart enough
To know what to say at the right times
I wish I was perfect
Just like you
Uke Super PowersUke: Every one knows ukes as being a whiny little person that the seme has to deal with, but not all of them. A few of them are actually quite different from the angst ridden youths that they are stereotyped as. The uke seems to have developed powers in order to defend themselves from rabid fan girls, and various other things that are bad for their health. While the powers vary from uke to uke, they all seem to have the same three.Uke Super Powers7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cuteness: This isnt really a power, but it does have its uses. All ukes seem to be able to look extremely cute, even if they dont want to. People seem to be draw to the ukes cuteness, but unfortunately, a seme sees them as molest ably cute . As said, this isnt a real power, so the uke has no control over it And because of it, they have developed their second power; Rapedar.
Rapedar: Just how radar allows you to locate a object, this power allows the uke to tell when a seme (or fan girl) is after them. By a ukes
The Critique ~The ClockXThe Notepad~ "I don't think you have any remote conception of how much you upset me, dear."The Critique ~The ClockXThe Notepad~6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up from her tea, into his depthless eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
Tony snickered, eyes half-lidded smugly. "I invited you to tea to speak about our little test subjects, but all you can do is gaze at me..."
"Do you want me to throw this tea in your face?" she said in her small voice.
Tony's eyes flickered dangerously as they bore through her. The bastard was all-seeing and shrewd, the pure definition of evil. She wasn't quite sure what she was. She did know she liked killing things.
"I wouldn't advise speaking to me that way." He took a sip of his tea calmly, crossing his lengthy legs.
"And why not?" she attempted to challenge, "I'm just as strong as you. We're equals, Tony."
He snickered again, but this time, the sound was more biting. "Oh no, you've made quite the m
Wedding Ring - AmericaxCanadaWedding RingWedding Ring - AmericaxCanada4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tracing his fingers over the white and black keys of his piano, Alfred F. Jones breathed inwardly to himself, and deeply wished that this was a dream. He closed his eyes and lay his head down on crossed arms. Memories flashed of himself and Matthew, his crush, his love, his best friend, talking.
"Hey Al! I heard you finally earned enough money to buy those music scores you've wanted!"
Matthew ran towards him, slowed down, panting, out of breath, smiling.
"Yeah! That's 'cause I've been doing yard work around the community! Everyone wants my heroism!"
Giggling, Matthew asked, "You'll never change."
Alfred looked up and flashed a heroic smirk. "I'm pretty freaking cool. I'll be your hero too, of course!"
"Yes. My knight in shining armor is just a dork in tin foil." Matthew winked.
"Well anyways, I'll see you later, alright? Toris, Elizaveta, and I promised we'd meet up with Feliks to re-paint his house."
"U-uh, r-right. Later, Matt!"
Before walking away, Matthew pet Al
GERMANO LOVEIt was the dead of night as Romano traced his hand on the firm shoulder muscles that embraced him. Sliding down, caressing gently, trying to take in every contour. It was warm and smooth from the arms as he gently traced further to the rib side and into the pelvis. The warm skin looks like alabaster from the moonlight, creating more shadows as he continue caressing further down his partner's body. His hand stopped as it reached the vanguard of the blanket knowing quite well of the consequence if his hand were to continue down its journey. He settled for an embrace and rested his wandering hands over his lover, or was it too early to call each other as lovers?GERMANO LOVE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was very odd to have someone beside him this... this pale. He was used to the tanned skin of his former lover. That guy was also muscled but more, more slender and long-limbed and long gone from his mind. He never thought in his life that he would ever do those kind of things-- with this guy. This potato bastard sleeping in fro
terror is truthYou've got a talent for living dangerouslyterror is truth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the way you slip and slide through wars
and wastelands is half impossible, smells better
than orchids and gunpowder, tastes
like amphetamines alone in the dark.
You've lied the stars right out of the sky, and
spread them like freckles on the pavement below
the parking garage, or scattered them like ash
from a cigarette dangling precariously over the slippery edge.
The clouds have barely cleared from the last storm and
the hum of helicopters sets you bristling and
on edge in the too loud world before sunset.
I want to be just like you, all alibis and excuses.
I want to think like there's a brick
about to bust open my brain.
Now now, my love. -Yaoi, ch.1-Aiza closed the door to his apartment, careful to lock it as he went. He had the feeling that the boy living across from him may have been planning on robbing him. He was always leaving as Aiza was, which he found to be very suspicious indeed. Sure enough, Aiza turned around and saw him. Tall, skinny with a slight build, long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and bright, molten yellow eyes. All that Aiza knew about the boy was that he was at most eighteen, and that he too lived alone. Aiza watched carefully as he walked down the long hallway, sounds of the other tenants daily lives filling his ears. Yelling from one apartment, music from another. Kitchen noises, children laughing and squealing, playing a game in the confines of the tiny apartments that made up Woodridge. When he reached the stairs he turned around slowly, then walked down, running his hand along the wooden walls, coming to the one board that never seemed to be placed as carefully as the others at the first landinNow now, my love. -Yaoi, ch.1-6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a moment in the lifeI'm writing a letter to tell you that I never stopped lying, not even when my mother's antique candy jar, the one she got when she married my father, shattered cobalt across the linoleum and spread red like guilt across my fingers. I used to think I knew what dirty was, covered in mud, soil like new moons under my nails. I used to shower for hours, letting ice water trace ghost veins over my back and through my scalp until my lips turned blue. This is what it's like to be dead, I thought, until the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and dried my hair in fairy knots and flushed me red as Thursday mornings in September.a moment in the life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been taught the hard way that there is no such thing as equal footing. Scientists have combed the entirety of nature and nowhere have they found a true covalent bond, just polarizations and sort ofs. Wishes and "wish we weres". It doesn't matter how pure and perfect our chemicals colliding might be, someone always loses. One atom will always have more swa
Coming OutThe only difference between you and me.Coming Out4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is your closed mind.
And my insecurities.
You don't see why I feel the way I do.
And I'm not comfortable being me around you.
Want you to figure it out.
Want to find a way to-
It's killing me inside.
What would you do?
The only reason we're fine right now.
Is you don't know 'bout my feelings somehow.
I can tell anyone but you.
I'm just so scared 'bout the reaction.
Want you to figure it out.
Want to find a way to-
It's killing me inside.
What would you do?
The only reason we're not okay.
Is I gave in.
And you turned your back away.
I thought you might understand.
But you left me and went your own way.
Want you to know what it's like.
Want to find a way to-
Show you all the hatred.
What would you do?
Towers - 1 - 007He wasn't always on time, yet he wasn't always tardy either. This constant balance of negligence and responsibility baffled Valessa as to his true intentions. Taylor was only six years older than she was, but he was a veritable fountain of knowledge. The way he was able to so skillfully impart wisdom was the cause of much jealousy. Not just to her, but to the other students as well – their faces showing that one day too, they hoped to be as wise as he.Towers - 1 - 0071 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genius however, always came at a fault. In this case, it was in the fact that they sat in wait for the next twenty-three minutes before their teacher decided to show. Standing at the head of the class with his arm cradling six or seven books, he smiled as if nothing was wrong. Not today, nor ever.
“Well, not too late now, am I?” he laughed. “I mean, I've been much later than this in the past, and still your gracious hostess has yet to scold me.”
He seemed to place an emphasis on the feminine term, while fixi
My Thoughts on...HomophobiaMy Thoughts on...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I think homophobia is the fear of simply accepting a compliment from someone of the same sex who may dress a little different than you or even give a sweet smile no one has ever given you before.
Homophobia could be jealousy striking as you peer across the lobby to two men or two women loving one another as you wish for yourself to have a lover for your own.
Homophobia is when your ex-girlfriend leaves you poor boy on the sidelines as she reaches for a girl who is there to love her and understand what she wants and needs.
Homophobia is when your ex-boyfriend leaves you self-centered chick trapped in your walk in closet as he leaves you for someone who doesn't mind the fact that he calls himself pretty and beautiful instead of handsome because his new man also agrees with his beauty.
Homophobia is just a phase that's been put on by something we all know as bandwagon or whatever because "everyone is doing it."
They would call being gay was having "unnatural" feelings for the s
APH- Asakiku ch. 6"So your homework is due in next Thursday. I expect more of you to hand it in this time, especially as we're well into the term and lame excuses such as 'I forgot to do it' won't work any more." After several groans echoed round the class, the familiar drill of the bell echoed through the halls and students immediately began packing their things away and standing up, chatting amongst themselves.APH- Asakiku ch. 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Kiku!" The Japanese student turned as he heard his name in an unmistakable British accent.
"Hai, Asa-san?" He replied calmly, turning to his friend.
"Are you going to come and hang around with us at lunch? We usually stay around the area outside the canteen." Arthur smiled hopefully at Kiku, who looked thoughtful.
"I might. I wish to look around the school to get my bearings first." He said, packing his belongings into his bag and shouldering it.
"Ah, of course." Arthur pulled out a hand drawn map he had been sketching for the past hour and handed it to Kiku. "I listed all of the classroom
Summer camp? Oh shit no! Chapter 2Chapter 2Summer camp? Oh shit no! Chapter 22 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stared at her and she stared at me back, her honey brown eyes then turned to the trio and her mouth opened, "Did you little fuckers kidnap this girl here?!" Her loud voice boomed over our cabin. I looked over the boys and saw their scared expressions.
I stood up and walked to the woman, her gaze turned to me. "Umm I'm actually part of this cabin, my mom and principle sent me here. They really didn't kidnap me!" I exclaimed, the woman's gaze softened.
"Well then boys I'm truly sorry." Then she looked again over me, "I'm sure you obviously know this is only boys' camp?" She grinned at my annoyed expression and continued, "I came here to tell you dinner will be served at 8:00 PM which is in 20 minutes so get ready. And after dinner we will have an important announcement." She walked to the door and looked at me over her shoulder "I'll talk to you later sweetie". With that she exited our cabin and loudly closed the door.
"Looks like I have to dress
Unforgettable MomentsRomanoxReaderUnforgettable Moments2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You've had so many unforgettable moments. Like the time Gilbert flipped your skirt up in front of the whole class. But this moment was the most unforgettable moment of them all. You went over to Feliciano's house that afternoon so he could teach you how to cook pasta. You just walked in because Feliciano knew you were coming anyway. "Feli I'm here!" you call.
You hear someone coming down the stairs. "My idiot brother isn't here." Says a guy who looks almost identical to Feliciano.
"Where is he?" you ask tilting your head slightly.
"He's training with that potato eating bastard Ludwig." He says angrily.
You walk towards the guy. "Well let me introduce myself. I'm (name)." you say with a smile on your face.
He shoves you aside and you fall down the stairs. He doesn't even ask if you're okay. "If you want to find my brother he's probably in the forest." He says angrily.
"You know you didn't have to push me down the stairs." You mutter as you try to get
My Angel, His Demon -3-(Quick note: I'm hoping to keep this in Romano's P.O.V only! Just a heads up!)My Angel, His Demon -3-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Spaniard looked up from his resting place, his eyes widening at the bustling streets, honking cars and the screams of children begging not to go to their school.
"Wow I haven't been here in nearly over a hundred years " The bastard murmured, a small smile stretching on his face "Si! That means I get tomatoes!"
What the fuck were tomatoes, don't ask me. I've never had one.
"Really?" I muttered in sarcasm "Me either!"
Of course he never caught the note of sarcasm in my voice, quickly turning to look at me with shining eyes.
"I thought demons-
"Don't live by stereotypes angel!" I growled, missing my lashing tail horribly "We demons are basically the opposite of what you think we are. The only thing you've basically got right is the fact that we have horn and a tail. The rest is all shit!"
Antonio's eyes widened just that bit more at my speech, his eyes still glittering at me in wonder. A small bl
APH-SpamanoIn my defense, I'd like to point out that my writing sucks, I usually don't write romance, and this is my first time writing these two. The file was being stupid. There's my excuses.APH-Spamano3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was best to humor the country before he actually had to pay attention.
"France and Prussia are coming over for dinner!" Spain beamed like this was great news.
"What!" Romano leapt upward with a fair amount of cursing.
"What's the matter Lovi?" Spain looked so adorable with his head tipped curiously to one side that Romano had to fight not to let a blush slip
APH- Asakiku ch. 2"So... what're we gonna do with him?" Alfred leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at his room mate and the boy on the bed. He was still dressed in his torn and stained clothes but, since entering the house, his cheeks had regained a small amount of colour and he was slightly warmer than before.APH- Asakiku ch. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I don't know... I suppose we should... get him changed before he wakes up..." Arthur blushed and stared out at the window at the night sky.
Alfred laughed. "Ooh, you've taken a fancy to him already?" He teased. Arthur spun round.
"Shut up! I have not! Do we have any clothes that'll fit him?" He glared at the other teenager, who thought for a second.
"I think both of ours'll be too big... How about Peter's?" Arthur's younger brother often came to stay with them (much to their annoyance) and left his clothes there because he either forgot or wanted to annoy both of them.
"Okay, you go get some." Alfred nodded and exited the room to get the clothes as Arthur started working