Peaceful AfterlifePeaceful Afterlife5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had something great, then it was washed away. We had something more, then I can explain. I'm sorry.
Jimmy Owen 'The Reverend Tholomew Plague' Sullivan is in his Eternal Rest, in his own little Afterlife. We will never let his memory become one of the Forgotten Faces in this Bat Country of the Beast and the Harlot.
We Scream to Dear God for his Lost soul to have its own Little Piece of Heaven, completely Unbound from this wild ride we call life.
All the Gunslingers honor him with every Flash of the Blade, not one ounce of Tension will ever stop them on their Walk of the path of the Sidewinder for the Strength of the World to never let the honoring of his memory be Betrayed.
All the Trashed and Scattered will Seize the Day and Burn it Down while The Art of Subconscious Illusion has then Blinded in Chains at the Crossroads of all Demons. Until the End The Fight for his memory with the Dancing Dead will be Almost Easy, even with Darkness Surrounding the Lips of Deceit when
RosesRoses once red,Roses2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
no longer so,
colour now dead,
where did it all go?
Befall thy embraceBefall thy love my sweet embraceBefall thy embrace6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon this night thy truth be told
Into your arms I wish to race
Among the stars my heart doth hold
In eyes awakened from thy dreams
I see your soul so sound and pure
And through the harshness love does bring
Sweet ecstasy my heart endures.
Come love, my love, upon this night
A chance that I should bid you well
Inside thy arms I wish to hide
Upon thy breath a whisper tell.
Distracted am I by thy grace
Thy lips the shade of cherry wine
Fair porcelain adorns thy face
Thy body passion in my mind.
I, but a soul unworthy fool
For lucky have I come to be
Among the stars my heart is ruled
Forever my love clings to thee.
Strong GirlI'm the strong girl.Strong Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't cry,
I don't fall,
I don't lose.
I'm the strong one
The one who cheats,
But you always have a way of making
This strong girl
Feel oh so
Like now, for example.
I'm standing before you,
With all my carefully constructed
Walls and barriers
Lying in tatters on the floor.
You're laughing in glee because
You've gotten inside the strong girl
And torn her apart with
And I'm crying because
Damn it, it hurts when your
I'm not strong now
(I don't think I'll ever be again)
Because when something is broken
Into a thousand pieces
Chances are no one will be able to find
All the parts.
Especially since you aren't coming back
And you made up at least
Half of me.
We were friends
Then we were
More than friends.
I'm afraid we're nothing
And not seeing you at all sounds more
Like a death sentence
Than just seeing you happy
With another girl.
I'm worried that w
Strangers [Jean Kirschtein X Reader]"You know... This is stupid.."Strangers [Jean Kirschtein X Reader]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You put down your notebook and looked at the man who commented it while he was sitting on his chair. Then you gave him a professional smile.
"It's alright to feel that way, Mr Kirschtein. But you have to face the fact that you are here to talk about what you feel."
Being a psychologist just for the Scouting Legion was never an easy job for you. Everyday, you would have 5-10 soldiers to be your patients. Different backgrounds, different stories. You were really glad that you were not the only psychologist they hired.
Soldiers were required to go to a psychologist just to make sure that he or she didn't have mental disorder, mental breakdown, depression or any other psychological illnesses that might affect negatively during missions.
Today, you had few cadets and Jean Kirschtein was one of them. Unfortunately, he didn't see the needs of being in a therapy.
"You are a stranger and you expect to hear something from me?" He laughed. " how bout you tell me wha
Various drabbles-----Various drabbles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
Leave a MessageGermany sighed and ran his fingers through his slicked back blond hair, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration.Leave a Message3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Even though he had only left his phone for about an hour or so when he left to buy groceries, it now showed that he had three new messages in his voicemail. He recognized the number at once as belonging to his best (first) friend Italy.
What on earth did Italy want now? Knowing the silly pasta lover, he probably was having trouble tying his shoelaces. Germany shook his head, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. After a few decades, he had become used to Italy's unique personality.
After pouring himself some beer, Germany sat down in his favorite chair and picked the phone back up to listen to his voicemail. Most likely Italy need help reaching the top shelf or had a cut on his knee that he wanted Germany to kiss better. A rare smile flickered across the German's face at the thought of a cute Italy begging him to kiss his wounds better.
He would never admit it to
sweethearts always seem to leave you breathlessAnd I'll create a new world for myselfsweethearts always seem to leave you breathless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the grains of sand fall upward
so that I will never have to leave
the world will cease to darken
past our lamp-lighted room
and we'll draw glow-in-the-dark stars on the walls
and the storms will only be found outside
while we snuggle here safe and warm underneath the piles of blankets
taking us into a secret world lost within the other's eyes
So when I see you again and forget all my words
it is just because when i am with you
no words seem beautiful enough
Jean x reader: My Hero (Part 6)It took a while before you reached the site of the battle. Reiner and you sailed through the trees in silence, the older boy's face set in stony determination. You constantly shifted in his arms, despite the pain. You couldn't sit still for fear of Jean's life. As the minutes passed you could feel yourself getting more and more worried.Jean x reader: My Hero (Part 6)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the distance, you could hear titan's footsteps, but luckily as you listened, they grew fainter, and far away.
By the time you reached Jean, your ribs were screaming at you in pain and protest. You ignored it when your eyes landed on a figure slumped against a battered tree.
"Jean!!" You screamed, eyes going wide as you drew closer. As Reiner Swept close to the ground, you forced your way out of him arms and fell to the forest floor. You gave a small gasp of pain as your back hit the ground, but you managed to sway to your feet and run to where Jean was.
You knelt next to him, hands hovering above the blood stained cloak he wore. Jean's ey
The MessengerLaunchThe Messenger5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the silence
stretched thin between
along the super-string.
I am the collapse
both before and thereafter,
caught in moments
compressed in tunnels
Ignore Them ~ Jean x Reader [Attack on Titan AU]Ignore Them ~ Jean x Reader [Attack on Titan AU]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Jean and you walked hand in hand down the school hallway. You ignored the strange looks people gave you. Jean was well known for professing his love to Mikasa, a girl in your class. They were surprised he had seemed to have given up on her.
“Jean, I’d better get to class.” You whispered to him.
Jean frowned but nodded. He kissed your forehead and walked away. You were in a trance. Suddenly someone shook you. You quickly shook your head and saw your friend Sasha and her boyfriend, Connie.
“Are you alright, [Name]? You were really spaced out there..” Sasha said with concern in her eyes.
“Ah, yeah, I have to go now…” You mumbled.
You turned around and walked off to your next class. When you opened door you could hear your name being whispered. I pretended like you couldn’t hear them and took your seat. You spent most of your class daydreaming and when the bell finally rang you walked out without a second thought. The minute you turned
Is this all I am?A hand in the darknessIs this all I am?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A kind word conveyor belt
Rhyming off your qualities
To squash your insecurities
Is that all I am?
When you need me
When no one else is
I am the last call,
Because you know I'll always head your call
Is that all I am?
Red DressDon’t put on your red dressRed Dress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.
The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress
Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.
A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.
Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn’t care for the meaning.
Put it away in the closet, and rarely wear
for he doesn’t deserve your dear red dress.
StupidFox Contest EntryStupidFoxStupidFox Contest Entry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This article is about the animal. For information on the comic, see StupidFox.
The StupidFox (Vulpes bardus) is a small diurnal mammal found in the forests of the woodlands, and less commonly in the woods of the forestlands. The average StupidFox lives up to 10 years and weighs between 12 and 15 pounds (5 to 7 kilograms). While its most distinctive features are its Carrot orange fur coat and long, bushy tail, the StupidFox proclaims that its most flattering qualities are its roguish charm and debonair good looks.
Like most species of fox, the StupidFox is not a pack animal. It will typically live in a small family group until it begins to earn a living and pay for the first and last month deposit on its new den. At this point the StupidFox will begin to socialize with other animals, like the raccoon or rabbit, who reluctantly put up with his late night band practices and pl
FMA Oneshot: Nina's SnowmanThe day was not only freezing, but blinding as well. A layer of snow had fallen overnight, covering every nook and cranny of the world in clean white that reflected beams of light. Indoors seemed dreary compared to the brightness outside.FMA Oneshot: Nina's Snowman6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The combination of freezing and blinding weather into one day was not a pleasant thought for Edward Elric.
I already told you I dont want to go outside, Ed moaned, tugging backwards on the small force that was dragging him towards the door.
You cant stay cooped up inside all day, Littler Big Brother! Nina chirped in reply. You have to come outside and help us build a snowman!
You know, if you werent a little kid, you wouldnt be able to get away so easily with making littler part of my name, Ed grumbled as he dug his feet into the ground and wonder how such a small girl could be so powerful.
Bigger Big Brother wants you to come outside too, Nina continued, c
Ne T'en Va Pas (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)Ne T'en Va Pas (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
8 Ways - Jean Kirschtein
"(Name)!" Jean screamed as a titan smashed his hand against you , causing you to spiral out of control into a tree.
The teen let out a cry of agony as you slumped on a branch, un-moving. The beast that had caused it all was reaching towards you to finish the job.
With determination firing his movements , Jean sliced though the titans neck , effectively stopping it from touching you. It smashed to the ground with a crash , defeated.
Once Jean made sure the thing was dead, he quickly maneuvered to the tree you resided on. You were still immobile and though you were breathing , he still couldn't help but rush to get you.
He grabbed onto you ,smashing you against his chest in desperation. " Please don't do this (Name). Don't turn out like Marco , (Name). Please don't leave me. Please." he pleaded into your hair bringing you as close as he could.
You were still unresponsive causing a few tears to slip out of his eyes and into your hair. "(Name). I love you ! We wer
differentI must, I guess, I will address,different2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A standard I plead to protest
Our judging, hurtful, demeaning ways
I dream to only be a phase
We’ll see a boy, looks head-to-toe,
Tattoos, piercings, and although,
S C U M B A G, L O W – L I F E comes to mind,
He’s a loving father, sweet and kind
Because a girl has boy short hair,
Because he’s G A Y, because she S W E A R S,
We feel the need to judge and glare—
This kind of thing I just can’t bear.
There’s nothing wrong with wearing braces,
Having round or oval faces,
Boys who dress in bows and laces,
White, red, black or yellow races
There’s nothing wrong with being L O U D
Shy and quiet are both allowed.
Tall, lean, fat, and overweight,
Why must we feel consumed to h a t e?
So WHAT if she dressed in a way
only ‘in’ way back in the day?
So WHAT if he’s an artist, not
A doctor, lawyer, astronaut?
She looks like a S L U T, I mean look at her clothes..
He looks like a D R O P – O U T,
Indescribable MemoriesLaughterIndescribable Memories4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was unfamiliar to it then
But somehow he brought it back in my life
He made me laugh uncontrollably
He brought joy to me
He gave me happiness
He made me not remember
And I loved him for it
He had it for me
And I had it for him
There was no me
There was no him
There was only us
It was an unfamiliar feeling at the time
It was indescribable
Unlike anything else
It was beautiful
Much like him
Love.Love.Love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have I heard of it?
Have I experienced it?
Yep. Sure have.
Did it suck?
Was it amazing?
Did it make me weaker?
Did it make me stronger?
Did I learn from it?
More than I had asked for.
Do you regret it?
Not at all.
If You Were a Song. . .If you were a song. . .If You Were a Song. . .4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would be full of endless melodies
You would have rhythms so beguiling that they would make even the most serious of patriots want to sing along with you
You would be filled with timbres that would even make the most gifted of songbirds spiteful
You would be unbroken, with no beginning and no ending, so that those singing with you would never have to stop.
DanceDance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's her eighteenth birthday.
Her hair is pulled up, but a few curls still hang in front of her face.
She sits alone at the table as people dance around her, enjoying cake and bidding her "happy birthday".
She smiles from ear to ear, sipping on her glass of sparkling water, raspberries sinking to the bottom.
He watches her, smiling along with her from across the room, his own drink in hand.
Their eyes meet.
He smiles wider. She laughs.
She waves. He walks over.
"Dance?" he asks softly, barely audible over the loud music. But she's watching his lips.
She stands, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the center of the room.
They sway, back and forth as the song slows down.
His heart beats fast. His palms grow sweaty resting on her waist. He lifts his head slightly from her shoulder and whispers,
"Wanna give it another go?"
She pulls away slightly and looks into his eyes. She cocks her head, biting her lip gently.
He waits. She smiles.
They laugh. Then kiss. Short. Sweet.
Equal Rights Anyone?Thats so gay!Equal Rights Anyone?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre a fag!
Do I call you
Oh My God!
You like the opposite sex!
So why do you hate me
For loving the same sex
For having guy friends
And gal friends
What does it matter?
Its why I hate labels
Its just people loving people
Theres no difference
And why does that change everything?
I dont hate you
Dont hate me
Dont hate my friends
Dont hate anyone
ParadiseParadise5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes it feels like the things we do is never enough. We can try so hard and all we get is disappointment. Then we could do nothing at all and get depression. Failure scares the shit out of me. Failure means defeat .but there's still that glimpse of "what if?" that keeps driving me. You know what? That image that I see is the only reason why I'm still alive. I want to see it with my own eyes and know that I made this possible.
Its so cliché for me to like Wolf's Rain, being a wolf person and all, but really, I really-really LOVE Wolf's Rain. It's the idea of paradise and the analogies it stands for. That series really related to me. Not the events really, but the emotions. Kiba is probably my most favorite of characters just for the way he thinks. He can become belligerent and arrogant but there's that side to him you don't quite understand but you can't help to feel it. It's not when he is just casually speaking but when he is being serious it's like something t
My Willow TreeI walked through the rain once, on my own.My Willow Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried, knowing tears wouldn't be shown.
In my path I found a Willow tree.
I walked beneath it, so it cried over me.
Too worn to go on and unwilling to try,
I cried along with the tree and the sky.
When the wind picked up, I held tight to the tree.
Though its branches were torn, it held onto me.
When the sky exhausted, the wind settled down.
Its breeze dried my face and the branches around.
I rested my head against that mournful tree,
And wondered why it still wept over me.
When the sun shone warm, my heart became glad,
So I asked why one so strong should be sad.
Strength is in vain, I was told by my tree.
For it longed for the freedom that it saw in me.