Better ThanYou areBetter Than3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called me
A dumb whore
I was more.
My best friend
They hurt me
But you fixed
You gave me
To keep me
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Kouta Hindouri Main OCKouta Hindouri Main OC4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Kouta Hindouri
Place of birth: Feudal Japan
Race: half dog-demon, half human.
Eye Color: amber
Hair Color: white
Parents: dad died a month after he was born, mom died when he was four
Siblings: Inuyahsa and Sesshomaru
weapon of choice: Tegsaiga.
Personality: Kouta is a loyal, caring, and determined boy. Who would risk his own life to help a friend.
When Kouta was eight years old he and his older brother Inuyasha were travelling the countryside in search of a magical stone called the sacred jewel. They came to the village where it was said to be protected by a priestess named Kykio. Kouta wondered off into the woods near the village. after all he didn't have any need for the sacred jewel, his brother was the one who wanted it. While in the woods he was attacked by a demon. He tried to fight it but it was too powerful. when the demon was about to throw the finishing blow he fell into a well that he later figures out is called the bone eat
CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,Courage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.
When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.
Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.
True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you're scared.
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometimes the ends of the earth means
Africa or one city over. that it's okay to be afraid of
I will tell my daughter that life is teetering across
the bridge, that the panic building in her chest is okay;
that good love is waiting on the other side; that better
love is holding her hand; and that the best love is her own
voice in the back of her mind, saying "
Song of LoveIf I could tell you what I found when I looked into your eyes tonight, I wouldSong of Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could create the words that explain what I feel about this life, I would
You, you can save me from myself
You, you can put my soul to rest
You can make me come undone
You can make me see the sun
You can make me see the sun
CementationCementation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like flesh being tored away from the bone
Brutally bitten and lustfully enjoyed
Quickly changing into a new disguise
I live by the speed of nothing
"What are you waiting for!" shouted the Hord
"I´m not waiting, I´m standing still!" I shouted back at the Hord
No where am I going
Legs are runnig wild feet turning into cement
Paralyze me as I look over the bridge.
"This is´nt life", I whispered to myself.
MANN VS. FEMANN: A Team Fortress 2 Fic - Chapter 1The forts in 2Fort had been lifeless all afternoon. It was so silent you could hear the dust scatter itself over the ground and the occasional dove flap above your head. The REDs took it as a blessing from above and spent most of the day doing nothing. The intense card game between Soldier and Demo took place once again, Engineer was busy sitting out on the rooftops with his sentries and his dispensers - for good measure - and Pyro was even found cooking with Heavy munching through most of his food - raw and cooked.MANN VS. FEMANN: A Team Fortress 2 Fic - Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two REDs had other ideas for the day though.
A certain RED Spy and a particular RED Scout decided to go on their own secret field trip across to the BLU's base. It was too quiet these days and they were determined to find out why.
"I'm tellin' ya! Them BLUs are up to somethin' and I'm not liking it." RED Scout spat in disgust as he strolled through the tunnel underneath BLUs' base with a disgusted RED Spy wading his way through the putrid water behind him.
"You always think
Marceline and Marshall Lee 30Marceline and Marshall Lee 304 years ago in Romance More Like This
I walked into the kitchen to see animals everywhere. I asked one of them to bring me some strawberries. He came back with like 30 in a large bowl. I went and sat on the couch. Marshall Lee sat next to me. I sucked the red out of the strawberries and he ate them colorless.
The strawberries were half way done when we set the bowl on the floor and relaxed. I rested my head on his chest and smiled. Marshall Lee placed his arm on my shoulder. I slowly started to fall asleep. I tried my best to stay awake, but I was just so tired. I slowly started going . And going .. and gone.
When I woke up I saw that Marshall Lee was awake and was watching a movie on a small video game person. I opened my eyes and smiled.
"You're up," he said smiling.
"Yeah, I wish I wasn't," I yawned. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, "What time is it?"
"About 8 p.m.," said Marshall Lee. I got up and went into the bathroom. I grabbed a brush and started brushing my hair. I started singing my "Daddy" song while
MorningThat blue crystal dew,Morning2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The scent of orange blossoms,
warm sun touches skin
amphitrite IIif my lip will still be split when the austral summer starts,amphitrite II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and, all wrapped in rising sun, we're coccooning,
if we're throwing all the good things into a bucket of riverness
(and lawn flowers),
will we want to wake up?
I know I'll want to pour
my slice of eternity into a bottle of coconut essence,
make my foreverafter sweet and tropical,
and if your hands are balsam I can
carve my song in stone,
and I will never die.
But don't you ask yourself
why paper boats always sink, in the end?
I don't think I care.
I think they just sail off to a land without horizon
deep in the underwater of the bathtub.
You'll know when, and
you'll hear me sing a sea shanty, maybe.
I want to take my ship until the end of the river.
I want to see the spring pouring down blossom offerings
into the ritual water, I want
our coast of muck and destruction to be aflame with
I'm a shellfish and my fingernails are painted green,
I'm silent-all-these-years and fallen,
I'm wondering where my watercolor
Darkness In The WoodDarkness in the wood,Darkness In The Wood2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
That little animals fear
Shadows pull them in.
Sea JourneySea Journey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brine-stone memories
Fade in a fascinating light
Bringing about such happiness
In such a cold bitter night
A taste of salty water
Upon my brazen tongue
Now bring about and come out
The ways that were surely young
For waves are but the course of which
Such livelihoods can take
With their dream cases and tow-alongs
...the sea trip now at stake...
A Pocket Full of SecretsLife is so short, but you sure try like a dogA Pocket Full of Secrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when the final curtain falls and no one’s there to hear your call
You find that it’s a joke
Naught but puff and smoke
HeadacheThere's demonsHeadache1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Storm MindDark clouds hang overheard,Storm Mind2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do I run or do I fight,
How do I escape this plight?
The storms they brew inside my head,
My heart it feels very dead,
This mood I just cant seem to shake,
My bones feel like they might break,
The sound of thunder all around,
My words they carry with no sound
TutziputzAlle Helden töten Drachen,Tutziputz3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Da ham' die Viecher nichts zu lachen.
Denn gegen einen echten Helden
Hat kaum ein Drache was zu melden.
Nur Tutziputz, der war voll Tücke,
Held um Held riss er in Stücke.
Folglich gab's ein Mordsgetöse,
Dabei war Tutzi gar nicht böse.
Doch alle Helden, dumm wie Brot,
Jagten nur ihn... und war'n bald tot.
Dann war'n die Helden ausradiert,
Die Menschheit somit angeschmiert.
Nun ungestört könn' böse Drachen
Aus Menschen kleine Häppchen machen.
So lerne Du aus diesen Strophen,
Mut ohne Hirn schafft Katastrophen.
Let Me Carry YouHush said the angelLet Me Carry You2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't be lonely anymore
I'm here right beside you
Like so many times before
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your heart
Tonight I'm gonna show you
We're never far apart
Hush said the angel
You can tell me like it is
'Cos I'm not here to judge you
All I offer you is this
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your dreams
Tonight I'm gonna show you
Love is closer than it seems
Let me carry you
Let me be the one
Let me carry you
I can be the one
Let me care for you
I can heal the pain until it's gone
Let me carry you so you can carry on
Let me carry you so you can carry on
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
I Remember YouDo I remember you?I Remember You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the person who was beside me to catch my fall.
The person to put the broken pieces of me back together.
That person who could tell with a single glance that, indeed, I was not okay.
The one to say the words that made all my problems seem so insignificant and fix my world.
Who reminded me that: to find my rainbow, I'd have to go through the rain first.
The one who aspired to change the world for me just so I wouldn't feel so miserable anymore.
Someone to hold my hand through all the rough times.
Even if you were feeling pretty crappy too.
The person who would stay on the phone with me even if I wouldn't say anything at all.
The glue that kept me together when everything else fell apart.
The first one to accept me as I am: imperfect, damaged, and scarred.
That voice in my head, always warning me to stay away from the edge.
You're the one who told me I deserve a happy ending too.
Yes, I remember you.
MaybeYour body has been usedMaybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By all of those who are broken.
The ones who are trying to repair
Their own wounds with
No regards towards your own.
You are a hand for him to hold
While he thinks of her
And tries to forget the emptiness
And the fact that he is alone.
For a brief moment while
He is inside of you,
You feel as if you are the
Missing half of the whole,
And it is perfect.
He recites memorized lines
And you wonder who else
Has heard them before you,
But you tell yourself that
You're the first anyway.
Your body has been used
By all of those who are broken,
And you begin to wish that
You could be loved once,
And loved most.
Keepers of My Hearti.Keepers of My Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are in love with being in love
like you're caught on the train tracks,
tied down by want, waiting for that
insistent collision to
steal you away into the land
of concussions and self-medication
and hearts that barely heal
and stories confessing the notches
in your bedpost, the lines in
your smile. the sour note in your
liberally dissonant melody.
you did not want tangibility
cotton trees cascading and butterfly
innards, serenading clouds and
(until the sky came crashing down
and you reoriented the earth)
you did not want me
I am solid and as notable as
the ghosts sleeping in your ears,
their snores telling time as
the days blur together
I am not of starry kisses and
back porch promises-
I am the wrong kind of accident
on the train tracks.
I am broken,
(but not in the right way)
I am real
these are the things we carry with us:
a knife in the side and a
cramp in the lungs; a longing
in the mouth for words or tastes
or people or something m