Emo PoemsEmo Poems7 years ago in Other More Like This
Many things I regret
I want to take them back
But it's too late
I can never take them back
They've already hurt me so much
What can I do now?
Inside this HELL --
Light fades away
Darkness takes over
My control is gone
I can't be free
Alone and trapped inside this hell
Why won't you save me?
Because it's too late
Lost forever in the darkness
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Marceline and PB Vore StoryBased on an RP with :iconhakulikuriku:Marceline and PB Vore Story6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Marceline, isn't this place interesting?" Princess Bubblegum said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" Marceline shrugs. "It seems kinda boring to me" Marceline responded, floating around lazily, yawning from the sheer boredom.
"Come on, be positive for once in your life." the princess said with a sigh.
"How about be interesting for once, brain lord" she snapped back
"At least I have brains!"
Marceline blushed, and got angry. "I totally have brains!" she shouted, grumbling to herself and crossing her arms
"Sure. You also heed to lose some weight. Getting a little chubby..." PB said, staring down at Marceline's squishy midsection, disapprovingly, her shirt starting to ride up a bit
Marceline reached under her t-shirt, gripping a single pale grey roll of fat in her hands. "Ugh, you're right" she moaned. "I really need to lay off the red" her blush intensified.
"And the people. I only ate one person, she was such a kid." the princess said.
Rapture: Part 2 prologuePart 2: PrologueRapture: Part 2 prologue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Father, I am writing this diary so Mother doesn't find it. No one remembers paper down here, or
they have trouble finding it. Father, I miss you. Mother is trying to "break" something. She calls it
my "conditioning," but there is no conditioner here. Rapture has turned to shambles since you...you...
Andrew Ryan is dead and his son was the one who killed him! Apparently he "had to" or something,
but then he tried to kill Frank Fontaine! My Sisters saved him though when he was injured.
Yes, my Sisters. I sense them, all of them. Father, I want to bring you back. But until then, I am
trapped here and living my life through my Sisters.
I don't know how long it's been since I saw you Father. All I know now is I see Rapture as how it truly
is. I do not feel the need to drink ADAM anymore, but I still need it to survive. Mother has a plan, I
know it. I can see it every time she approaches me with the needle.
Father, I do not like it. I feel how much older I am. I feel...wr
Emo Hearts and Suicidal PoetryOutcasts they tend to call us,Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wierd ones,
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say good bye
Gum-wrapper bracelets and crying to the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the staring eyes
But we live for funny looks because they remind us that we are special
Man, we are special.
We aren't the outcasts, for we know how to live.
For we know what to do with ourselves
On a r
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
EmoI beg for the end of lifeEmo10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet it does not come
I hate that I have no strife
This alone I must overcome
How hard I do try
To depart from the pack
Little is it known to I
This alone holds me back
I feel so much 'pain'
Yet I know I shouldn't
About my life I can't complain
And if I could I wouldn't
I sit alone each night
Until the mornings arrive
Imagining some fake plight
Which I must survive
My poetry to me seems strong
I put emotions into it
Fearing that it won't be long
Before someone realizes I'm full of shit<b>
DisturbiaDisclaimer: Mario, Luigi or Mr. L, Princess Peach, Count/Lord Blumiere or Count Bleck, Lady Timpani or Tippi, Shadow Peach/Shadow Queen, Princess Daisy, Petey Piranha, Piranha Plant, Mimi, her true form, Nastasia, OChunks, Merlon, Shaman, Flipside, Princess Rosalina, her biker suit, yellow Luma, Doopliss, Beldam, Marilyn, Vivian, Kirby, Pop Star, Cook Kirby, Copy Abilities, Bow, Bootler, Bowser, Toad Town, Princess Peachs Castle, Duplighost, Mushroom Kingdom, Dark Prognosticus and other characters are properties of Nintendo. Jake Long/American Dragon, Rose/Huntsgirl, Luong Lao Shi, his dragon form, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Huntsclan, Huntstaff and Dark Dragon belongs to Jeff Goode. I also dont own Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, Townsville and Professor Utonium. They are rightfully belong to Craig McCracken or Cartoon Network. The song, Disturbia is sung by Rihanna so obviously I dont even own it. The lyrics and the title belongs to her too.Disturbia7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Rapture 1-5As Terra had predicted, Tenenbaum figured out fairly quickly that she was in another world. Unfortunately, she didn't handle it as well as Terra had thought she would. She shut herself up in the library for a day, doing frantic research. Due to her mumblings about height, Eraqus figured it might have to do with how the Land of Departure was set up; in addition to the fact it was another world.Rapture 1-54 years ago in Drama More Like This
She emerged at the end of the day to ask his forgiveness. Aqua was playing in her room -it was very pink- and Eraqus was dispassionately watching her.
"Now do you see why I would have rather you did not come?" Eraqus demanded, ignoring Aqua trying to get his attention. Tenenbaum noticed though, and sat down in a chair, then gestured for Aqua to walk over. Aqua refused and hid behind Master Eraqus. "Why is she acting like this?" he asked.
"Little Sisters are programmed to hate and fear maternal figures. Part of the reprogramming will get her to trust women again. You heard her say how 'Mommy is a
Slender manSlender man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Death Battle: Link vs. The DragonbornDeath Battle: Link vs. The Dragonborn2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Master Gentleman: The votes have been tallied, the debates have been had, and we’re well ready to get this under way. So you know what that means, m’lady?
The Lady Violet: IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
The warriors stood at opposite ends of the clearing, enclosed on all sides by woodland and mountain range. In the frozen heart of Skyrim, the combatants – the Hero of Time and The One They Fear – made their way to the center, gentle snowfall coating their shoulders. When both men made the center, they locked their gaze, eye to eye. After the longest time… they gave each other a nod, a silent acknowledgement of respect and admiration. Though they would fight to the death this day, both knew there would be no shame in losing to a worthy opponent.
It was the way to go.
They unsheathed their swords.
Master Sword and Dragonbane clashed, the clang of these two magic swords reverberating across the field. Link and the Dragonb
A Captain's LegacyA Captain's Legacy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Captain's Legacy
Shining stared up at the oak door that towered above him. It was a normal door, no different than a typical door one would find inside a house. But given the contents stored away behind it, it had an unusually grand feel to it, and Shining couldn't help but feel dwarfed in its shadow.
The old grandfather clock down the hall let out twelve loud booms.
It was noon. The high sun's rays shone through a nearby window and across Shining's stationary, white frame. It warmed his fur while he kept his blue eyes locked on the door.
His parents always said how the attic held an eclectic assortment of things, from old music records to hardcover books that hadn't been opened since his grandparents lived in the house a decade before.
Shining imagined his deceased grandfather, the stallion with the amputated hoof and a pair of wild, yet kind, eyes. Shining imagined his still-alive grandmother, the sweet mare that would always have a batch of cookies at her house for him and
Twilight: Puppet or PonyTwilight: Puppet or Pony3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twilight: Puppet or Pony
A tribute to: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic
Healing Pony POV Series by alexwarlorn
In darkness, a voice called.
(So the outside is done. And it is a perfect match. Now it is time to add knowledge about Chaos.)
There was so much Chaos. Who are you?
(Me? I am Discord, Spirit of Chaos and Dis just call me Discord. I never tried this one before. The next step is to add what I know about Twilight, well most of it.)
(Get ready; now it will be your time to shine.)
I was standing on grass before a giant blackboard. I knew that my student would arrive within seconds. I was happy to teach her something about Chaos.
There she was: A Draconequus/Pegasus hybrid, one of her kind, Fluttercruel.
I walked forward with a smile. She looked like she wants to say something. I waited for her question.
Instead she asked Discord.
Child AbuseMy name is sarahChild Abuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly bro
Stranded: A Starbound Fan-ficMaple Leve stood on a branch high in a tree, surveying the landscape. Her shield and spears were tied to her back, while her eyes were scanning the area for a source of food. Up here, she felt as if she could just reach out and grab the stars, pluck a shiny speck out of the sky, but of course that was impossible. She spotted a commotion in the distance.Stranded: A Starbound Fan-fic2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She jumped to another branch, and climbed down. Sprinting, she came into a clearing where two figures were battling a bluish monster with a prominent and bony skull-plate. Maple Leve had nicknamed these “Boneheads”, as their thick skulls were protected by even thicker horned plates of bone that couldn’t be broken (or even damaged) with any of her weapons.
The Glitch was yelling, circling the Bonehead with a sword and shield, as if it would protect him if the Bonehead charged. A Novakid held – what was it called, a pistol? – And fired two quick shots at the Bonehead, but the force of the projectiles were sto
The Slender ManThe Slender Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shouldn't be alone at night,
Though I'm eightteen,
A ten foot terror stalks me,
But only in my dreams,
His arms wide as if to hold me,
And suddenly I feel safe,
But I know if i go to him,
What will kill me is his embrace,
A fine tailored suit,
And long fingers spread,
Just the thought of him,
Fills my heart with dread,
I heard the stories when I was a child,
How he had no mercy mild,
I saw the videos on tv,
And when I die i know he will be the last thing I see,
Creeping through the house at night,
He watches as I sleep,
Daring me to wake,
Daring me to scream,
If I embrace him,
My soul will not remain,
If I give into the fear,
I will surely go insane,
He does not love me,
Nor does he care,
His faceless head mocking me,
As I lie in my despair,
A knife in hand I wander,
Into the livingroom for a rest,
And take the knife I lay it to my breast,
And then I see him in the window,
Clear and larger then life,
Then plunging into my heart,
My body made a sheath for my knife,
For suicide in
Happy Birthday Kasuko-San: The Giga GigaiHappy Birthday Kasuko-San: The Giga Gigai2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the day after the Soul Society's first encounter with a Sword Beast in the World of the Living, Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto of Squad 10 headed out to meet with eccentric inventor Kisuke Urahara at his store in Karakura Town to discover a way to better transition a Soul Reaper's powers from a gigai in emergency situations. In the preceding day's intense battle with a Sword Beast that had merged itself with a Adjuchas class Hollow, Rangiku had dropped her Gigai Pill while attempting to protect her manifested zanpakuto spirit, Haineko, along with Inoue Orihime. Because she was not able to release the full power of her spiritual energy and thus could not gain access to her Soul Reaper abilities, the blonde warrior was rendered as helpless as a normal mortal, relying on the serendipitous chance of encountering Substitute Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki to survive the attack. Having realized how the loss of such a small pill could greatly affect the tide of a battle if a Soul Reaper could no
Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The last place one would expect to find an example of mental illness in the movies is a Disney movie, much less one about video games. But part of what makes the main antagonist of Disney's newest feature, Wreck-It Ralph, so intimidating is the fact he's shown to be quite clearly not all there throughout the film's run time. He's introduced as a seemingly jovial chap who rules a cutesy racing game called Sugar Rush, in which he regularly competes for the prize of a gold coin that allows him to compete in future races. What seems to be cooky personality tics turns into something far more sinister when his rule is challenged by a young girl known to the Sugar Rush racers as "the Glitch", who he has forbidden to race for fear that the game will reset itself and he will be removed as king.
An official diagnosis is never given in the film; he's simply depicted as a vaudevi
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of