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SorryWeepingSorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said "Sorry" into the phone
Hitting end as she received no answer
Writing a note as a poem
"As my last breath escapes me
And my heart stops
I'm sorry for the pain I'm about to cause
but I can't keep my head above the surface
I'm just going to let the pain and darkness swallow me."
She lifted the gun to her mouth
It tasted like metal and oil
It felt so right
She squeezed her eyes shut letting all the tears escape her
She squeezed the trigger
the bang echoing throughout the room
All is black
and her pain is gone.
MommyMommy Don't stop at the bad place.Mommy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you come out you are silly
No Mommy I don't want him to come home.
Mommy are you listening??
The bad man is gonna hurt me again.
No Mommy please
I don't want you to drink more poison.
Mommy Stop You just threw up I know you can please stop
You're so loud Mommy
I don't want you and the man to fight.
Come help me mommy
Please wake up
Mommy I need you!
Please Please Wake up!!
Save me! I don't want the bad man to hurt us!
No Mommy He's hurting me!
He threw kitty!! Mommy wake up before the bad man hurts me
Help He's hurting my throat!
I can't wake you up...I'm so sorry Mommy!! Help me please mommy!!
He's making me cough...I see Grandma..
She wants to save me..I'm going Night Night Mommy...Good Night Mommy...
I'm Sorry I didn't make you happy..
How I Imagine dyingThe day was dark as she looked past the rows of unfamiliar faces in here memory. she pushed sway from the desk crumpling the unfinished poem.How I Imagine dying3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"How long would it take to die?"
She pulled out her blade and made a long gash along her right arm. It felt so good but It wasn't enough anymore. she needed to escape from everything that was happening.
Thinking of all the people that always promised to be there for her EX-boyfriend, her sister, her friends. she just couldn't stop the answer to her problems popping into her head.she needed to get away from her life. She couldn't deal with everyone anymore. Sarah had read somewhere that the human body could only last 3 minutes without oxygen. Her mind had already made the decision, she was going to die that day. there would be no way she would be saved. She was glad she wanted to die. It was important to write a note.
Please don't desttroy Y
Dumbass CommentersEvery so often, I'll scroll down the comments to someone's pictures, because I have no life and nothing better to do with my time. Or sometimes I will have something that I should be doing (like an English project for school), but I'll piss away my time on the internet because I can.Dumbass Commenters5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, ever since I joined dA, I've noticed something. Among the dozens of comments one might get, there's always some dumbass making a stupid comment on someone's picture. No matter what you submit, some idiot feels the need to leave you a stupid comment for one reason or another. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then as I looked through comments on peoples' pictures or comments that are shown to me by friends, I noticed something- comments that always fit within a certain category! Since there are few things that annoy me more than idiots (which are idiots who think you owe them a favor for some shit they did or sometimes for no reason at all), I feel the need to rip apart their little
If you're happy and you know itIf you're happy and you know itIf you're happy and you know it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drop your blades and razors
I'm ready to fight
This war and my friends are my soldiers
They're all fighting the darkness
The one that devours my soul
I'm ready to drop these shackles
I have finally found the key
I can feel the waves turning
No more the need to slash at my wrist to fight the emotional battle i was fighting alone
I'm going to win this war
Before it kills me
TTK: The Doomsday ConflictTTK: The Doomsday Conflict4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Doomsday Conflict: Face of War
Hakurei Reimu's absolution of the United States of America was far from unnoticed.
Hatsune Miku was pacing outside 24 Sussex Drive, the official residence of the Prime Minister of Canada. She wasn't particularly concerned, Canada had already been absorbed into the newly formed Yamaha Kingdom under Miku's control. Reimu was quickly re-establishing contact with her friends from her world, taking over countries in their paths. However, due to Gensokyo's initial aggression, Yamaha was becoming a popular alternative among newcomers and now greatly outnumbered Reimu's forces. In terms of sheer power, Gensokyo was still the supreme kingdom but would not be for long. Yamaha's administration, made of Vocaloids and UTAU benefited from unrivalled android communication and vastly outclassed Gensokyo's organisation and efficiency skills.
"Miku," called Rin, Yahama's Enforcer of Law, through Miku's headphones, "Black★Rock Shooter wants a talk
Don't say anything, just jump1Michelangelo had the same usual nightmare on that night.Don't say anything, just jump14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He found himself along with his three brothers fighting against a gigantic robot created by Shredder, surrounded by several buildings with the same height and a countless amount of ruins. That enemy had been the cause of most part of the wreckage that New York had suffered on that moment. Many were the ones that had died by the hands of that beast.
Still bleeding, Raphael angrily clutched one of his weapons.
-He´s crushing us. Donatello commented with several wounds, some of them deep. Leo, what do we do?
Leonardo took one last look at the horrible scenery, decorated with mutilated corpses.
-We can´t let this robot destroy another city.
Donatello wasn't very fond of his idea, since they had suffered several attacks from the android, and even though he could still keep up, Michelangelo could barely stand up.
One of the remaining flaming buildings exploded, provoking an expansive wave that threw the four broth
Second BestTheir eyes never metSecond Best3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their hands never did touch
She loved him so very much
The rough exterior
You wouldnt have guessed
He was her superior
She was second best
Tontine Chapter 1Tontine Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those hot, lazy summer days when you could do nothing but take a bath or lie in a hammock reading magazines. The only problem was, that there were no lakes nor oceans to bathe in, and all the magazines were either "not meant for children" or about cars. Really, the exciting prospect of spending a summer at Ace's uncle had turned out sour for the freckled boy and his baby brother Luffy.
Okay, maybe uncle wasn't the right word to describe the white haired man, since he had no blood-ties whatsoever to the boy. He only was a very good friend to his father, and often offered to take care of the boys when Garp had too much work to bury himself in. Pretty much like Luffy's uncle Shanks did. So these "brothers" had a big family, and at least the younger of them wasn't all that hesitant to include new cousins, brothers, aunts and grandparents.
And that hot summer day, the two boys were dangling their legs over the edge of the leather couch and sipped lemonade without any big inter
life and death RIP Peter SteeleRIP Peter Steele (January 4, 1962 April 14, 2010)life and death RIP Peter Steele3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just close your eyes
and bite your pillow
I`ll be on the other side
Feel your dark power
so strong and different
I can`t change that
I`ll destroy the border
like broken glass.
The Shameless, Blameless, NamelessThe Shameless, Blameless, Nameless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope lasting impression,
Pulling at hair, gasping for air.
Scratches in skin, the sweet scent of sin.
Each look in the eye, another piece dies.
Tangled in thread, a fresh hole to the head.
The morning masked, another demon for the past.
Leaving the mess,
A cold empty wretch,
A hopeless case, wrapped in a beautiful face.
A sneer and a glare,
Over skin taut and fair..
Ocean blue skies, hid under black clouded eyes,
"Oh well, I tried."
WhyWhy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
HousewarmingShe opens windowsHousewarming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their wintery home, hopes
to let the cold out
when it doesn't work
she scratches matches to life
and burns the house down.
GoodbyeGoodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tears are running down my face,
As I think of you,
Leaving stains of tears and make up,
All along my cheeks.
I replay the only memory,
That I have left of you,
Looking at a picture of you.
It hurts so much,
Too much to bear,
The thought that you,
Are gone forever.
I would give anything,
Just to be in your arms again,
To see your face,
To touch you,
Just to say my last goodbye.
Some people think it's pathetic,
To still cry over you,
But fuck them all,
I still miss you,
And I just want to say goodbye to you.
Oh and by the way,
I love you.
This Fruit Called LoveI understand we didn't make itThis Fruit Called Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say
Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten
So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too late
DreamIn visions of the dark nightDream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have dreamed of him
The touch of his against my pale skin
But waking to reality, life and light
Twisted by dream-catchers to make this love a trap for fools
Left me broken-hearted
Of the dream that could never be.
PassionYour lips to minePassion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A passionate kiss
Our bodies entwine
Oh i had dreamed of this
Hot breath by my ear
A silent moan
Having you near
Finally not unknown
The world fades out
Its just you and me
Locked in our passion
The way it should be.
You winHateful wordsYou win3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bruising and slashing
A whip of emotion
Too little love
Too much violence
Left me crying
I give in
If this was your prize
Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.Blame Me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never loved me.
It's my fault that all I am is a game.
It's my fault that I am damaged.
It's my fault that I am used goods.
It's my fault that I am unlovable.
It's my fault.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
EvanescenceYou told me I was the only oneEvanescence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used to be my immortal, my tourniquet
An imaginary anchor to hold on to
While I'm being crushed by the weight of the world
I am now haunted by your once gentle voice
Missing is the love I once had for you
But I shall not lose control like you did
No longer your star, but your sweet sacrifice
The lithium carries me farther away
Until I breathe no more
In my last breath I shall whisper softly
That I was good enough for you
While the doctors try to bring me to life
You hold my hand, look at me with dry eyes
And call me your snow white queen
BraveryOn Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.Bravery5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This story isn't about that.
I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a mousy little girl like me, but it was covered in paperweights and spare pens and pictures of people hunting ducks. Anyway, Elliot himself denied fear: he was middle-aged, poised on the cusp between forty and fifty. His hair had already turned grey, but he didn't dye it, like he hadn't noticed he was getting older or just didn't care. He smiled more t