She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
It Bit Me"And tomorrow we'll install the kitchen cabinets along this wall here," the man gestured into the adjacent room.It Bit Me3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mother nodded in agreement as the construction contractor spoke. All the while, I sat slouched in boredom against the unpainted drywall of my newly-constructed home, my eyes wandering around the unborn living room as I searched for something, anything, to pique my interest. I desperately prayed for any form of entertainment or distraction, but the room loomed in desolate quietness. The scruffy man with my mother turned and stretched his hand out towards the wall directly across from me, redressing the cryptically dull conversation into that of the addition of a new fireplace. I gave another sigh of boredom and rested my small chin on top of my crossed arms. But just then, salvation presented itself to me in the form of a slight glinting atop the nearby counter dividing the two rooms.
I returned my gaze to my mother, who still stood with her back to me, nodding on occasion
MoonlessThe moonless eveningMoonless3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
Falling II: Chapter 30Falling II: The Curse of the Bat: Chapter 30: RegroupFalling II: Chapter 304 years ago in Romance More Like This
Starfire broke through the wall of the room that had become a city before her eyes. She tumbled onto the floor of the next room, unable to control her flight. Not understanding what was happening to her, she began to sob.
"Robin!" she cried into the bare room, feeling even more alone as the sound bounced off of the hard walls.
What was happening to her? She had been confused and frightened many times before, but she had never felt this cowardly.
She lay there panting, trying to pull herself together, but just becoming more and more afraid.
Then she thought she heard someone talking. She couldn't understand the words, but she recognized the voice. "Raven?" She sat up, listening. Again she thought she heard the voice, but still couldn't quite understand it.
But somehow, even though the words did not make sense, the voice made something very clear to Starfire. She was strong. She was the Princess of
It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demandIt Shouldn't Matter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I?
It’s my face, my life isn’t it?
It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my own
And that should be enough
He’s a relaxing voice
A faceless man
With a clever sense of humor
He’s a beautiful person
And that’s enough
The cruelty drags me down
I’m tired of seeing it
I’m tired of the scrutiny
I want to be a cartoon character
Stop looking at me
Why are they so determined to know?
It isn’t important
He should be judged on his own merits
A face shouldn’t matter
He is beautiful anyways
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
It's raining it's pouringWide eyes watched in fear as the man rose to his feet, grasping at the fallen dagger. Merlin panted, hunched on the ground, still winded from the injury he'd just received not five minutes ago. He couldn't move; his lungs empty and his head light. His vision was going, he knew what was going to happen next. He'd collapse, the bandit would rise fully and strike Arthur while he was busy fighting another enemy. Merlin gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet. He took a few unsteady steps forward when the dagger armed bandit moved towards the prince. Before Merlin could think about what might happen other than Arthur lying dead at his feet, he dashed forwards towards the would be killer.It's raining it's pouring4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He felt his eyes burn and everything around him slowed, Arthur was swinging his sword so damn slowly while Gwaine was swinging his hair at the same speed, fighting with two bandits at once. Merlin brought his thoughts back to the matter at hand and reached Arthur and turned to face the oncoming man
I Need You.What if I need you to stop me?I Need You.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I need you to stop me making myself sick for the fifth time today?
What if I need you to stop me running that razor across my wrist tonight?
But I've got to not need you anymore...
Where are you?
Where are you when I swallow all those pills?
Where are you when I run out of a classroom bursting into tears?
But you're not here for me anymore...
Who can I talk to?
Who can I talk to when I don't want to eat for four days?
Who can I talk to when I can't take things anymore?
But you don't really care anymore....
Who can give me that support?
Who's going to tell me it's okay to be scared?
Who's going to give me that hug when I'm shaking?
But not you, because my problems aren't your responsibility anymore...
But now I am alone.
And I can't feel this way.... Not anymore.
Dying breaths: A Merlin fanfictionHe was once told there was always hope, but that was a lie.Dying breaths: A Merlin fanfiction4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur stared at the broken body he cradled, scarcely able to believe it. This boy - no that wasn't right - this man always made it through everything with nary a scratch. Looking back, Arthur wondered about it now, but now was too late.
Far too late.
Arthur choked on a sob, trying to stop the tears building up, but he couldn't. And so he let them flow freely. He hugged the body that was in his arms. He hugged it so tightly, wishing that it was more than just a corpse, that his friend was alive.
'Please be alive. Please let this only be a dream. Please be alive. Please let this only be a dream.' The words repeated themselves in his head. Over and over and over.
His chest hurt. He couldn't get enough breathe. Arthur could vaguely hear someone calling his name. Looking for him. Looking for the one in his arms. The one whose eyes were staring, unseeing to the sky.
The body was cold now. There was no warmth to it. How could there
A Good Place To DieRain skittered and popped across the battered window. The trees and foliage bowed respectfully before the lull of the wind, letting it caress the fragile house the window belonged to before blowing past it. The air was cool and soft, tangling with the rain as it dropped on the house with a sweet rhythm.A Good Place To Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside the house, a face peeked from underneath a hood and a bed sheet it had been hiding under. Pale blue eyes gazed on the scene outside with serene curiosity. The eyes belonged to a boy, barely 17 and already dying. He had left his home behind to find a quiet place to die, not one filled with drugs, abuse, and hate. He struggled to find a place to stay before he found the house, as broken down and abandoned as he was.
The insects and birds played a bittersweet dirge.
The flowers wept.
The trees bowed.
The rain sang his eulogy.
He knew he'd found a good place to die.
And so, as he watched how the rain ran down the plants outside his window, how each drop gave itself to the plant silen
The ArrowRating: TThe Arrow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Merlin! No!" The prince roared, dropping his sword and running over to his servant. "Merlin! Merlin?"
The black-haired warlock lay on the ground, his brown clothing dark with blood seeping from a wound in his side - from which the shaft of a wooden arrow could just been seen. "Merlin! You - you idiot! Why? Why... why would you?"
"Arthur..." Merlin's voice was weak, Arthur bent his head to catch what his servant was saying. "Arthur... I. ARGH!" His pale face twisted into a grimace as a ripple of pain shot through him.
"Merlin." Tears now streamed down Arthur's beautiful face, his hands found Merlin's and he clutched them tightly. "Merlin, I'm going to take you back to the castle... and Gaius will make you better. You'll be ok. I promise."
Merlin knew ther
TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Fated To Meet Pt 3TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Fated To Meet Pt 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
October 5, 23:00 EST
"What's the problem, Batman?" Robin asked.
"I need to speak with you, privately," Batman said.
Robin exchanged a small smile with Starfire before she headed out. The door clicked shut before Batman continued.
"The Gordanians have spoken to us about an ultimatum," the Dark Knight said, "either we turn her in or they'll destroy this city with one blast. I suggest you turn the girl in."
"She didn't do anything!" the boy wonder exploded.
"You haven't heard the whole truth," Batman glared, "she's a dangerous warrior who'll destroy our planet, Robin. She's a princess from her home planet who so happens to be the next in line to rule. Her parents are gone. She has Tamaran under her fingertips. It so happens that she came from Okaara for a mission: to destroy the Earth. Turn her in now. I'll meet you at headquarters." The holographic image of Batman faded.
Robin was in shock. Starfire couldn't do that It can't be. But Batman said she is evil.<
BulliedHe was by best friendBullied3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I tried to help him
But a dark cloud
so black, came down
engulfed the soul I knew.
I watched the lightnin'
the day I caught his wrist
what is this
the scars were emotional
It was always hovering
what was it
that seeped inside
into his heart.
into his very mind now
I know who and what it is,
the sneers, jeers
glares an' stares
in eachothers ears
was just to much to bear.
(He said he didn't care) - 1 Min mark
He gave up sleeping,
He said no one cared
when he tried to tell his mom.
I recall that day,
the look on his face!
(it turned from smiles and laughter
to tears and fears)
shivering as he walked away!
I recall that very day,
The look on his face!
shivering as he walked away!
Tell me what they say
what their sayin' to ya' now,
Tell me what the
Merlin's Heart: Chap. 19"Mmm. So what do you want to do today?" Merlin smiled at his prince across the small wooden table. They had been in Ealdor for three days now, and Arthur was blissfully happy. The wound on his arm was healing well and he was able to move without his head feeling like it was about to implode, but these were not the reasons for his good mood. The reason he was so happy was that he didn't have to pretend here. He didn't have to be Prince Arthur, the cocky heir to the throne who had to keep on the right side of his father, the king. In Ealdor he could just be Arthur, the kind young man who was in love with the most wonderful boy in the world. Most of the people here still remembered him as the prince who had saved their village during the war well over a year ago, but Arthur could put up with way people watched him pass with a look of awe on their faces if it meant he got a small shot at being norMerlin's Heart: Chap. 196 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FineWally just held him.Fine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
LifePassion.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
YJ- Nightfall Chapter 10Nightfall Chapter 10: We Came, We Saw, Can We Go Home Now?YJ- Nightfall Chapter 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mount Justice, 11:32 pm.
"RECOGNIZED. BATMAN, 02."
As Batman entered the mountain, he could already tell something was off. It was pretty quiet for a place filled with teenagers.
"Robin?", he called out. "Aqualad?"
After looking around a little longer, he found a note in the kitchen.
If you're reading this, then you must've figured out that we left despite your orders to stay put. Sorry, but we needed to stop Blank Face and couldn't wait for you to get back. That would taken up to much precious time. So, when we get back, go easy on us. Considering we live that long.
Sincerely, the Team.
Batman let out an aggravated sigh. "Brilliant. I can only hope they didn't do anything stupid."
* * *
At the given moment, the team felt pretty stupid. Aqualad partially blamed himself for not reminding Nightwing to disable the machine alongside the chips. Everybody else blame
40s Batman - Christmas WishesTitle: Christmas Wishes40s Batman - Christmas Wishes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author: Robin Gurl
Universe: 40s/50s Batman
Characters: Dick Grayson/Robin and Bruce Wayne/Batman
Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, a sick child
Summary: It's Christmas but not all is well at the Wayne Household
Notes: I had this idea way back when (geez I feel old. xD) that when Dick came to live with Bruce maybe he wasn't in the best of health yet. Traveling in a circus, I feel as if health care would have been iffy. So I came up with the idea that Dick got ill easily xD I've never written on this idea before, so if people like it maybe I can make an AU universe out of it.
Disclaimer: Idea © me. Characters © Bob Kane
Written for Bradygirl_12's Winter Challenge
The giant grandfather clock in Wayne Manor struck midnight, Christmas Day had come and gone with no laughing or shrieks of happiness coming from the boy the house plus its occupants had adopted less than a year before. The Christmas Tree had been decorated after Bruce had searched through
CherishedI want you to worship this loveCherished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write poems about
I tore it out of a virgin womb
just for you,
and I bear it to you now, naked,
shivering in the nervousness of flesh
exposed to a cold world.
It will suck on the breasts
and kiss the lips of small-town drunks
with their whiskey-tipped breath
and hollow eyes,
and I will touch my fingers
to its precious little mouth
and feel the warm saliva
bathe my skin.
I want you to put your ear
to its unguarded chest and listen
to the murmur
of its shriveled heart,
pulsatingthe warm, lively core.
A tempest, the Red Sea succumbing to Moses.
The fall of the tower of Babel.
Watch the tidal waves thrash the sand
when it raises its fist.
God will crumble at your feet.
You will snatch up the pieces
and rebuild him
in your image, not his.
And you will be lost, crawling on your belly,
for my hand.
And I will reach for you.
I will reach for you.
Let Me Be With HimLet Me Be With HimLet Me Be With Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pray for him,
To wake up in the morning,
And if his soul is taken away,
Please God, take mine with his.
Let me be with him,
And hold him in my arms,
So I see him get his angel wings,
Because I know he deserved them.
Please let me go with him,
Don't let me live alone,
Let me be bury beside him,
On a hill when the sun shine.
Let me be with him,
I'll make sure I'll do as many good deeds to be up there with him,
But if I'm not called up there the same time as him,
Please at lease let me say "I love you" and "Goodbye".
So, I'll lay my head down,
And dream that I'll be with my love,
Because I know we'll be together someday,
I'll make sure of it.
New encounters - part 28New encounters - part 284 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 28 Time's running out
The next days were just as weird. Somehow Arthur started to retreat from him more and more and whenever they were locking eyes, Arthur was the first to turn his away, looking anywhere but Merlin.
The young man was quite confused by Arthur's behaviour, but he simply couldn't ask him. Facing him directly, asking him personal things would only backfire at him again, leading to nothing else but Arthur interrogating him instead of telling about himself. And so they both kept their act up in front of each other, pretending that everything was fine, they both were fine, even thought they weren't.
Arthur was bringing more frequently girls back to his chambers, every time another one Merlin hadn't seen before and soon he was sure, that there was no girl left in Camelot Arthur hadn't spent the night with.
Gwen's betrayal must have had taken its toll on the prince and Merlin felt sick not being able to help him, make him stop going around not caring at all any
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Mission“Your mission, should you choose to accept it...”Mission2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Choose, you said. I never got a choice before. I don’t want to do it.”
“You don’t get a choice.”
“I lied. Your mission, whether you choose to accept it or not, is to venture to the dread caves of Rh’th’g’th’fl’th’gx...”
“Thanks. Where was I? Venture... caves... kill Certain Death Demon Monster... bring back tusks. I think that covers it.”
“I did say.”
“What was the other option you mentioned?”
“So it’s death or Certain Death?”
“Still, gosh, a choice!”