Nature's SongThunder crashed as rain fell from the sky. The wind blew gently and coolly, sending a mist of soft rain to caress the girl in the forest. Walking under lamenting branches weighed down by tears, she felt their sorrow fall on her and trace her body. Her hair became darkened by their sadness, her body heavy from the rain. Puddles painted her canvas sneakers, darkening the fabric and chilling her to the bone. The girl shivered, pulled her dripping clothes closer to herself; the rain enveloped her almost tenderly while it stole her warmth. She turned up her music, blocking out the sound of nature.
The ground was adorned by pine needles that released a sweet perfume. As she hurried along in the forest, her soaked feet crushed the needles, overwhelming her senses with the smell. Wet leaves stuck to her ankles as she dodged the puddles, wishing she had brought an umbrella. Or at least some sensible shoes. She cranked her music higher, hoping the rain wouldn't damage her IPod.
At this thought,
Nothing Can DescribeEvery time I reach for wordsNothing Can Describe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are none to describe
How much I love you
Or what I love about you
Your hair, your eyes
Your smile, your laugh
Your frown, your tears
And I can't find more words
Your personality is intoxicating
Your humour leaves me breathless
Your ideas are so clever
Your mind is so brilliant
Your love is all mine
Your thoughts and your dreams
Your touch is so sweet
Your words are so kind
But these words I write
Cannot aptly describe
What I feel when I'm around you
What I feel about you
You leave me wordless
You leave me breathless
You leave me missing you
You leave me wanting you
Your arm around me is perfect
Your hand in mine is perfect
Your sweet whispers are perfect
You are, in all, perfect
I know millions of words
But none can describe
How I love you
Numb Are you okay?Numb3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm absolutely terrified.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm slipping away again, going through the motions.
I feel numb.
My face smiles but I don't feel it.
I laugh but it doesn't seem real.
Yeah. I'm just tired.
I'm always tired.
Is that even an excuse anymore?
I don't want to push you away.
I love you.
But I can't help this feeling.
What if I told you I miss you?
What if I told you I'm not happy unless I'm with you?
What if I told you I'm dead inside but I smile so you don't see it?
I don't want to let you down.
I don't want to hurt you.
Wait, what? Hey, what's wrong?
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to make things harder on you.
I'm sorry I keep lying, but I can't help it.
I just feel numb.
MusicMusicMusic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
The sounds draw me in,
I am the music
Is such happiness a sin?
I sway slightly
A smile on my lips,
The stereo vibrates slightly
I love the sound of music,
Reality falls away
I'm floating in a dream,
I keep the rhythms at bay
The music is bursting at the seams,
I wake up and then
I'm creating the music
My fingers dance on keys,
Besides the dream, I feel nothing,
I'm floating away
The music is carrying me,
I wish I could stay,
How happy I'd be
As the music fades,
It becomes a memory,
For the rest of the day
I feel so happy
IntroductionsThe skies were cloudy as she flew through the air. Her legs pumping, long brown hair flying, eyes closed and lips mouthing the words. Her Ipod was blasting, her earphones vibrating in her ears. She swung backwards then forwards again.Introductions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
The park was empty. The skies looked like they would soon open up and drench the dusty ground. She didn't care. Rain or shine, she was at that park, swinging for hours on end. The music, the movement and the fresh air; it always helped her forget what was going on there.
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
She opened her eyes. No one was around. She hesitantly opened her mouth and sang.
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
She smiled, kicking even harder. She floated upwards and reached out a hand as she swung towards a tree. She caught a perfect golden leaf as it started to fall. She held it by its
SkippingWhenever I think about how many skills I lack, the same idea comes to mind.Skipping4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before we were born, when we were floating around in the universe, there were some rules. Actually, there were classes. Before we were born, we were taught certain things. And this is where things went wrong.
I imagine that everyone has skipped out on one class or another. Murderers skipped out on the class against killing. Bullies skipped the class on kindness. Racists skipped the class on equality and then there's me.
Ever since I was little, I knew I was different.
I didn't and still don't like the color pink.
I've never been graceful.
I'm more comfortable throwing punches then trying to dance.
Which got me thinking I must have skipped quite a few classes when we were all being taught things.
I imagine it started with me missing the ceremony in which we were given the gift of an Attention Span. To this day, I find it difficult to pay attention to anything.
Of course, without an Attention Span, it a
.:I Loved You More:.I tried. I tried to ignore the pain I felt back then. But that, that was then. Now is now. I loved him. I really tried. I tried to not think about it. But that, like so many things I've tried, failed. I'm a failure. I tried. I really tried. But I guess I was in it for the thrills. And the thrills are not at all thrilling. Those 'thrills' are more frightening than thrilling. I will myself not to cry. I promised. He promised. To never break my heart. But I guess promises are made to be broken. And so are hearts. I guess this is where I get off. I tried. I tried so hard. But tried is oh-so different than succeeded. Which is exactly what I didn't do. Succeeded. I didn't. He did. He won the battle. He's the victor and I'm his doormat. He won. I lost. I lost him..:I Loved You More:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Scholar and the Imp The Scholar and the Imp.The Scholar and the Imp5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As evening approached and I was preparing to eat.
I sat in my study (which few could really beat)
And heard a sound, like chimes in the wind blowing.
Then all through the room, strange runes began glowing.
I lifted my eyes, and what did I find?
A fury little Imp! ... Have I lost my mind?
With fur of black and whiskers of white,
It was more of a cat than a mage's blight.
He ended his ditty, and spun all around.
Then, I did realize, t'was the room and the ground!
Vertigo took me as I fell through my seat.
Through the floor and the soil. It was all just so.. NEAT!
When did I think, these troubles to excess?
As I dragged myself out of the mud puddle, I guess..
A fine pickle I'm in! Coated in mud, and in grime..
My best nightwear ruined. Now
ThievesWithin the squealing, rusty gates,Thieves4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tombstones stand as silent guards.
We've heard many a chilling tale
Of souls who haunt the graveyards.
We are young; we don't believe
The peaceful dead would do us harm.
Confident, we soon unearth
The secret to their eerie charm.
People disappear, they say,
Those who go to churn the soil
Seized by those whose rest they spoil.
Creeping by the watchful stones,
The fog grows thicker with every breath.
Oh, how I wish we could have known
What truly bore the mask of death!
An ominous silence blankets us
As the shroud of vapor slowly lifts.
We toss each other wide-eyed looks
Right before creation shifts.
Suddenly, we're thrust apart by
I stumble back, I hit the fence,
My lungs labor beneath my shirt.
I grasp the cold, unfeeling bars
Of the black and rusty graveyard cage
And pull myself to a nearby oak.
I climb and watch the lurid stage.
Chaos reigns as I see
HomelessSince you don't see me,Homeless3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I must not really be there.
Sleeping alone in the streets.
Do you even care?
Our eyes never meet when
you drop your change to me.
This inhuman piece of trash
is all you'll ever see.
I used to have a home,
family, life and friends.
But fate had other plans.
God, when will it end?
You'll blame it on the drink,
or the drugs I must have used.
Not knowing it was life
that left me battered and bruised.
I know I'm not wanted.
You wish I'd just go away.
Well that makes two of us,
Cause I wish it everyday.
If only you could know,
how truly sad it seems.
To leave this greedy world
and all the sorrow it brings.
However, you shouldn't worry.
I'll not bother you for long.
In fact, you'll soon forget me
as soon as you get home.
Dark Is For DancingThe moon overtook the sky and her vision as she looked up. The weeping willows around her shielded her from the rest of the world as she swam through her feelings. Anger. Hurt. Sadness. Pain. Loneliness. The moon looks lonely, she thought. The stars surrounded it but they were not with the moon. Those silly-minded stars flittered around the sky, doing what they pleased, falling when they wanted. But the moon; the moon was alone, forced to stay in place and pine for the sun.Dark Is For Dancing3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She glanced around the garden; the candles burned brightly, casting shadows throughout the area. The paths leading to the weeping willow were overgrown and uneven; but they seemed perfect to her. She hadn't even noticed when she had ran out here. She leaned against the trunk of the willow; the hanging leaves swayed in the breeze and tangled with her hair. The breeze whispered half-forgotten memories of when she was a child and would play here. The beautiful garden.
Dark roses with dangerous thorns, delicate lilies,
Stupid LoveWho really looks for love with their hearts and not with their eyes?Stupid Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of you end up being disappointed at some point and stay hurt.
Why do all that, just so later on you will get hurt at some point?
Open your heart and feel the love and love the person for what they hold
in their hearts and not for how they look...
I will never get that and there is really handful of people who really
understand what LOVE is.
I AmI amI Am3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That voice you hear is me. It sounds like nothing to you, the weak whimper of the prey as you conclude the hunt of your own aggression. You never hear me.
If you do then you likely laugh and hurt me more.
You communicate in jeers. You communicate in taunts. You communicate with your fists and your feet, you communicate without any compassion in your heart.
I cry and beg you to stop, but you do not hear me because I am nothing to you.
Blood and bruises. Flesh and broken bone. Fear and despair. You cause those within me and you don't stop, you are too insecure and fearful within yourself to see that you are lashing out at those who do not harm you.
You allow your insecurity and anger from that insecurity consume you, and you bring the pain like a steady rain.
The ground is my bed and my main stay. You keep me there with your hatred. When I try
Dear DaddyDon't bother with your storiesDear Daddy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't bother with your lies
Don't bother to fix it
Just please don't even try
You've hurt me once again
Though you said you never would
"After all," you explained
"What father ever could?"
Don't bother with your promises
They're simply empty words
To pacify my worries
And rid me of concerns
You said you would be there for me,
You always did your best
I discarded that tale
I put it with the rest
Don't bother with excuses
I clearly understand
that even though you say you love me
Your time's under demand
I hope that you realize
One day you'll need me
I won't know who you are
Or rather who you claim to be
19On the cusp of my tongue, sits the words of your kiss.193 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The vines of our ghastly encounters writhing up the trunk of my neck,
waiting for what they might be provoked into abiding by,
snickering at the colour of instability that has stained me.
now breaching the surface of the stalest air I have tasted,
found that I would rather throttle the stem of my brain than be submitted to the seduction of your eyes.
Eyes that find succor in running along my breast;
Running through the labyrinth of curves,
curves I have sworn to cut out along with the magazine clippings of this week's trash.
Yet stuck between your teeth sits me:
picking away at a cavity to make a more spacious home
for this heartless foregoer.
Green"Stupid!" Nik growled to himself, walking away from yet another job opportunity. "Idiotic, stupid, bumbling, ugh! Just had to mention that you've got no magic- that'll be a great quality for them to hear!"Green4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His tirade was cut off with the small pull on his hand. He looked down to see his younger, six-year old brother tugging at him, big green eyes looking up at his imploringly. The rage and frustration drained out of him, leaving him with only sadness and regret. He had no money, no job, no possible way to buy his younger brother a meal- no one wanted to hire a magic-less servant, or gardener, or anything. In a county full of superstition, most people stayed well away from such a person- in their eyes, bad luck was sure to be afoot around the unfortunate person. He looked up around the bustling town, full of busy people with large purses. Bitterness struck him the same time as an idea did.
"Wait here." He whispered to Aman, giving him a serious look. "I mean it, Aman, if you move so muc
While Mountains SlumberWhile mountains slumber, valleys screamWhile Mountains Slumber4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
toward these midnight skies,
and age old trees howl at the moon
their foolish age old lies,
a spirit whispers through the night,
a song to soothe the dark
that casts a light upon the dead
that wander in their march.
This forest roars up at the sky
to stars that idly sit
beside their eminence and doubt
above this endless pit,
where death and mayhem's running wild
and ghosts, they haunt the black
and curse up towards that vacant sky
as creatures chew their backs.
With eyes of gold upon their brow
they watch the bloodshed ring
and turn their heads far from it all
while aging sirens sing.
And as the angels weep and cry
these diamond souls get washed
upon some crystal shores with ease
from seas forever lost.
PretendingPretendingPretending4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up in the morning, imagining. Not quite that. Not even dreaming. I wake up in the morning pretending.
Pretending I wasn't woken up by a shout at 7 am in the summertime.
Pretending the first thing I heard wasn't harsh words and an insult.
Pretending my mother's voice was gentle.
Pretending I got a "good morning" instead of a vortex of shouts.
Pretending my sister didn't say that phrase last night.
As I walk down the stairs of my chaotic house, I keep pretending.
Pretending it doesn't bother me that I can't eat their cereal.
Pretending I actually slept last night.
Pretending I didn't notice my father's look of disgust at the sight of my raspberry hair.
Pretending I wasn't counting calories.
Pretending I didn't care about what they said.
Pretending that breakfast was actually a peaceful time at home.
As I'm loaded down with more Cinderella duties, I keep pretending.
Pretending that I don't mind all the chores.
Pretending that I'm not cursing them in my mind.
Amuto- The First Dance Part2Amuto- The First Dance Part26 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Amuto- The First Dance Part 2
Amu walked up the steps of her school; the lights that decorated the entire entrance were beautiful and dazzled her. Amu wore her red dress she had on, she never wore the one she bought at the store because Miki kept criticizing her about how she wanted to design the dress for her, and eventually she won the war and she picked up her paint brush and went to work. The dress she had picked at the store that hung on in her closet which she kept thinking of going back home to get, but she decided it was now or never.
Amu you look beautiful. Ran said.
You look very cute desu. Suu said.
You think so, its not too much? Amu asked.
My design looks beautiful on you Amu, all u have to do now is have fu
Bleach: A New Life chapter 4Bleach: A New lifeBleach: A New Life chapter 46 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 4: Soul Society mayhem and Memories of a Princess
Ichigo, Nel and Kon exited the gateway and looked out onto the beautiful sight of the sun setting just beyond the Seiritei.
Wow twats bwutiful.
Yeah, but were not here to enjoy the scenery! Onward Ichigo! We go to Nee-chan! cried Kon pointing forward and treating Ichigo like his steed. Ichigo grabbed the dolls head and chucked him to the ground then proceeded to stomp on him.
Im not a horse damn it!
Gotcha! groaned the pulverized mod soul.
Now lets find Rukia. Ichigo said in solemn voice. Kon jumped back up onto Ichigos shoulder as he took off into the reishi fire lit city, looking for his love.
Ulquiorra walked through the front door of the Kurosaki clinic at around eight. And like he expected Isshin was charging to engage the person he thought was Ichigo. When he realized it was not he halted his
Johnny Spoke in School TodayJohnny Spoke in School Today10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the corner of the classroom
Is where Johnny always sat.
With no one to ever swap notes with.
No one to look at.
His clothes were always black-
That's what was all the same.
But the surprise to all on that cold day
Was when Johnny said his name.
Johnny spoke in school today.
He'd always been the quiet one.
But today he stood to say something.
Something never done.
The teacher got real quiet,
The kids would only stare.
And Johnny would just turn away
And curl up in his chair.
Never had a friend or foe-
Johnny went through life alone.
But I wanted to know what brought the change.
I later went down to his home.
His dad was very angry.
Johnny's blood was on the floor.
His dad was beating him and telling him
To never speak up anymore.
Johnny spoke in school today-
It happened just one time.
He never spoke a word again.
He'd been taught that speaking was a crime.
Johnny spoke in school today-
The one day he broke away.
But Johnny never spoke again
Because his father made him pay.
Unexpected Ch. 2-HitsuKarinHitsugaya Toushiro is a heavy sleeper.Unexpected Ch. 2-HitsuKarin6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though they were betting their lives on that fact.
Only Renji was brave enough to do what he did, go as far as he went. When Ichigo, Rukia, and Renji discovered the Captain, sound asleep, Renji immediately snatched up Kon and placed him between Toushiros arm and body. What nobody expected was that he grabbed it in his sleep and held it tighter. Kon, fearing his life might be in danger, had enough sense to stay quiet as Ichigo snapped several digital pictures.
Karin walked in as Renji, who was obviously attempting some strange, complicated version of suicide, was drawing a mustache on Toushiros lip in pink magic marker.
When he wakes up and rips out your hair by the roots then makes you eat it, Im going to laugh, she said. She was followed by her sister, Yuzu, who had already been informed of the existence of Soul Reapers. Their father had also revealed his past as s Soul Reaper to them. Yuzu knew Tous