I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy.
“I am Axel”
Where am I?
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
Monsters I will Become (Poem)MonstersMonsters I will Become (Poem)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Kaede Draga
In all the years I’ve been alive
I’ve never felt so helpless.
They used my own wishes against me.
I shouldn’t tell her my secrets.
All she does is scream at me when I do my chores wrong.
Then complains to the whole house that I never do enough,
Even when I try my best.
Then she become a real bitch,
By turning around, raising her voice,
And threatening to spill my secrets, break my belonging,
Hurt me, throw coffee on me, disown me
If I don’t freaking get away from her.
She then tells me that she doesn’t owe me anything for my help,
And that “good children” are born to help their parents.
“What good is having a family if they aren’t there when you need them?”
She thinks I was born her slave?
She’s messed up in the head if she thinks that way.
I shouldn’t have asked him for anything either.
He hides secrets from her, and she takes it out on me.
When I ask him for anything, he denies me.
The X-blade Wielder 46The X-blade Wielder 464 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Sooo… when do you think Heavyn’s going to be back?”
Sighing, Riku turned towards his best friend as he once again answered, “She’ll get here when she gets here, Sora. Remember, if what Arya says is true then Heavyn was really far away when she finally contacted us.”
Groaning with disappointment at that response, the brunette Keyblade Master as he laid his head back down onto his hands. The two Masters were alone by the edge of the camp for the moment, as Kairi had left to go help Angela with something- what that something was, however, Sora had forgotten. It had been two days since Nasuada had laid her edict down, and none of their teachers had come up to the trio yet. Not only that, but Heavyn hadn’t contacted them since she had confirmed that she was on her way back.
When the trio had told everyone that Heavyn was indeed on her way back, there had been various reactions to that news. Eragon and Saphira had
Xander VERSUS The World(My PSN identification name is xan-con. This is retelling the story of my underrated series of levels in Little Big Planet 2.)Xander VERSUS The World1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
One night, I realized that my friends (Selim Prowler, Ategev Jerk, and Bronydin Purso) had gone missing. They had told me previously that they were going to the underground graveyard, so I left a note for my mom and dad: "Good bye, Mom and Dad. I'm going out to find Bronydin. Selim, and Ategev." I decided to head over there on my bicycle, dodging some trees along the way. Climbing down the concrete stairs and the rusty ladder, I saw that I had reached the graveyard. Everything looked normal, aside from one suspicious gravestone and an underground windmill.
Walking past an old log, I saw a formation of completely rotten trees that looked about to collapse. Standing in the center of the formation was a creepy-looking zombie. He had left a note on his chair: "PLEASE..."
"Please what?" I asked. "Does it have something to do with that weird gravestone?" The zombie n
But Is It Us, Or Is It You?You tell us all Muslims are terrorists,But Is It Us, Or Is It You?2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that women are being oppressed
but you go and shoot up schools
saying that it was mental distress;
that it wasn't their fault.
But when a Muslim man stands on the street
you immediately scream
and get him killed
saying he was about to kill you
when there was no weapon found.
You tell us that women are oppressed in Islam
when you tell women what to wear and what to do,
But when a Muslim women wears a hijab,
From her own free will,
out of her love for God
You tell her to take it off.
That she is free.
But she is free,
this is her choice
You tell us all Muslims are terrorists,
that women are being oppressed
But is it us,
or is it you?
Rocko is love, Rocko is life(This is a parody of "Shrek Is Love, Shrek Is Life".)Rocko is love, Rocko is life10 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
I was only 12 years old. I loved Rocko's Modern Life so much, I had all of the episodes on DVD.
Every night I masturbate to Rocko's feet, thanking him for the modern life I've been given.
"Rocko is love." I say. "Rocko is life."
My dad hears me and tells me that stereotypical faggots like me are ruining the show's chances of returning from the dead.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Rocko. I call him an idiot. He slaps me and sends me to bed.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts. I lie in bed, cold and bitter. Suddenly, a warm hand touches my shoulder.
It's Rocko. I'm so ecstatic.
Taking his clothes off, he whispers in my ear.
"This is my house."
Rocko jumps onto my back with his powerful and sexy kangaroo legs and pulls my pants down as I get down on my hands and knees.
I spread my ass cheeks for Rocko. His surprisingly huge Aussie dick penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Rocko.
I can feel my butt tea
If I Had A VoiceIf I had a voice, I’d cry out in painIf I Had A Voice10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please…please! Give me a life, give me a face, give me a name
If I could speak, I’d say to you, have mercy on a soul
longing to be free
If I could feel, I’d desire just one thing
Your loving touch wrapping me in your dreams
If I could argue, I'd want you to know, from beginning to end
I am made of flesh and blood, skin and bones
Yet, I am too innocent to understand why I must be punished for another's wrong
I am too young to grasp why, with one choice, my life is gone
I am too small to fight a world that refuses to give me light
I am too weak to live before I say goodbye
© 2014 Venice Gilmore
The Western Daughter 3“Lily, are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?”The Western Daughter 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Refraining from rolling her eyes at her worrywart husband, Lily fed their new daughter with a bottle (which, along with diapers and other necessities for the daily care of babies, Molly had lent them until they could get the necessary supplies for Ariana) as she replied, “Of course I’ll be fine, James. It’s not like we haven’t been alone together before, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” James admitted as he ran a hand through his hair, “But considering who she’s married to…”
“And you know that he wasn’t her choice,” she interrupted, “But rather her father’s.”
“But she does believe in blood-purity!”
Not restraining her eye-roll this time, she corrected, “No, she believes that ancient holidays like Yule and Samhain shouldn’t be replaced by muggle holidays like Chr
Vermouth (POV)Vermouth (POV)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that in its natural state, vermouth's bitterness makes the tongue recoil, but when sweetened and fortified, it enhances other flavors in cocktails such as martinis, Manhattans, and Negronis. Alone, it is nothing; in the presence of others, it shines.
I, Vermouth, smile at the thought as I slip into the Polestar, a smoke-filled Japanese nightclub, and stash my large overcoat behind a fake Aglaonema plant, wincing as a female soloist on stage butchers "Paper Moon." In the darkness, no one notices me except for a customer impatiently holding up his empty Orion beer bottle; everyone else is too busy eyeing the woman's boobs and bleached blond hair. "Gimme 'nother, mishter," the man slurs, grabbing my arm. "Been waitin' . . . ten minutes. Crappiesh shervice I've sheen."
I resist slapping him since I'm appearing as a male waiter, and not as Chris Vineyard, daughter of famed actress Sharon Vineyard. Deepening my voice, I murmur an apology, pe
Though Heroes Fall - Part 3Though Heroes Fall - Part 311 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Artwork by: thepolishgirl.deviantart.com
Orko had returned, only to be told of what had already happened. He was distraught, not least at coming too late to speak his warning. “But this is terrible – simply terrible! Alone? Without even his sword? And you let him go?”
“Have you ever tried stopping He-Man when he was set on something?” answered Duncan with an edge of asperity to his voice.
“But why didn’t he go first to Grayskull to confer with the Sorceress?”
“He insisted that time didn’t allow.”
“Time? Oh dear me! What was he thinking? Or, rather, why wasn’t he? So impetuous – so passionate – really no better than Adam! Not at all wise. Well, he’ll be needing hel
Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 10Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 105 months ago in Drama More Like This
Secret could kill
I looked beside me and saw Sherlock, who was sleeping like a small baby. I could not sleep. I looked at the clock. It was six o'clock morning. I slept about two hours, and the rest of the nigh I was watching at the wall or o him. I sat on the bed. I got my hands on my knees and put my head on them. I breathed. I wanted to finally live normally life with Sherlock. Stop to think about who want to kill or destroy us. This situation, in which I was I did myself. I have started this chess game about life. I looked again at my love. I reached to him and kissed him on the forehead and passed my hand through his hair.
"I love you." I told him quietly. I met out of the bed, dressed clean underwear and put his shirt on me. I careful close the bedroom door. I took the tea pot into hands and filled it. I opened a fridge, except jar of eye balls, some chemicals and
How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
Dangerous 4 Introduction A young girl woke up in a world of emptiness. Everything around her was blank. There was no sign of life. She looked left, right, up and down but she couldn't make out any plants, animals, or people. But as she looked she could see a door from afar. She stood up as she caught her balance and slowly walked to it. As she grew closer to the door she reached out to it as she made out the details. But just before she reached the door her hand didn't land onto a doorknob, it landed on a man's chest. After realizing what she had landed on she quickly grabbed her arm as she stumbled to the ground. She then looked at the mysterious man. He was fairly tall and wore a black cloak which covered every other detail of his body, except his mouth. She sqented her eyes as she tried to make out his face. But all she could see was a smirk. But as she looked down at his feet she realized he was floating.Dangerous 4 Introduction4 months ago in Romance More Like This
She looked up at the mysterious man with a blank look on her fa
Dell's Journey to Candy MountainCici: This my first story so no flames please. Start us off DellDell's Journey to Candy Mountain3 weeks ago in Humor More Like This
Dell: Cici does not own us or Charlie the Unicorn.
Kaito and Len: No Vocaloids were harm in the making of this story
Dell was chilling in his hammock, resting his eyes and smoking his cigarette after working a long day at the Crypton Music Studio. It was his personal Heaven on earth until… When the two male divas approached him, Len and Kaito.
"Hey Dell, Hey Dell, wake up!" Len said, poking the white haired man.
"Hey Dell, you silly sleepyhead, wake up!" Kaito said, also poking him.
Annoyed he put out his cigarette, put the packs in his pants pocket and said. "Ugh, oh god, its you two, this better fucking important, did the fangirls break into studio again?" He asked, and then shuddered from the horrible memory of crazed fangirls.
"No Dell, we found a map to Candy Mountain, Candy Mountain Dell." Len explained.
"Yeah Dell, we're going to Candy Mountain, come with us Dell!" Kaito squealed.
"Yeah Dell, it'll be an adve
personal poemsFinlandpersonal poems5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thousand eyes lost their gleam
of goodness and of joy -
over the lakelets flies a scream
Silent is the honeyed tongue
of the hollow maid -
e'en the veils of magnetic light
shrivel up and fade.
Thousand eyes - tearless they stare,
unmoved by mortal pain,
and General Winter extends
his merciless cold reign.
What is there to be thankful for,
when you have never asked
for the things you have received
but you're never been blessed
with those things that keep your heart
under desire's yoke,
and you're but a leaf in the wind,
the butt of nature's joke?
This is not the life I wanted -
did I want life at all?
Dragging on peacetime's idle chains -
where is my battle call?
The beauty of a heart finally standing still:
my apple that renders the rest of the garden moot;
the frozen smile, devoid of want and will:
that sweetest, longed-for, but forbidden fruit....
To touch and taste, from this hell to deliver
a tender rose that drea