My Wife's Bedtime StoriesReport Card Day.My Wife's Bedtime Stories3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A day Kurosaki Ichigo dreaded when he was a kid, when his psychotic version of a father would turn up in full force at his school to terrorize his schoolteacher and address his decent academic grades. It was an annoying day for Ichigo, especially when the skeptical teacher would question his father if his orange hair really was genuine, and had not been the product of a hooligan stunt. It was also a day when the young Ichigo would wish that he could grow up and be the boss instead.
And finally he was when he soon became a father.
It was a far cry from what he had expected. He didn't sit like a boss, he definitely didn't feel like one, and it was even more nerve-wracking than the time when he was the one with the report card. Because this was his son they were talking about, for Heaven's sake! Of course Ichigo had to know if that young man was doing okay in school, if he was bullied, if he enjoyed the classes. To hell with grades, Ichigo never found
Pandora HeartsTheir wombPandora Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was their mother's tomb
The name they share is "Alice"
They grew up in the Abyss
Two colors tell them apart
Tell us where they end & Start
Both twins, alike in looks
Are nothing like the fairytale books
White Alice hides
In the Abyss day and night
Black Alice stays
In the tower Glen made
A set of twins
Born in Abyss
Because of time
Some days they miss
Side by side
In two separate worlds
With one soul they collide
Oz is the name
Both Rabbits received
Sharing the mother
The twins did not see
From dear Lacie
To Jack they go
Without a Key
A world of Beauty
Because of Jack
& his torn up heart
The Baskervilles sigh
& bow their heads
Now they mourn
Their master is dead
Along comes Break
To find the truth
Investigates the past
And the secrets of their youth
Oz is reborn
With the Body of Jack
He must find his sin
And take it all back
Yet Lacie remains
Dead and gone
& Jack still waits
To hear her song...
Solitary ManNo level of devotion could survive such betrayal. I had to stop thinking about her. I closed my eyes and savored the only thing that could warm me now—alcohol. With a deep breath, I filled my lungs with cigarette smoke. These were my only true companions in life. I reached across the table for a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. The cap was already off. The next shot went done like all the rest.Solitary Man2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My ears were tired of all the sounds. I was fed up with the laughter that reverberated through the soles of my shoes each night. When I started all of this, I swore to myself I’d never get bored.
Somehow, after years of obsession with the joys and nuances of life, I’d grown weary of it all. Things had changed. My life wasn’t all I had thought it would be.
I remember when I was three years old, how my uncle would put on Elvis records and I’d grab up my tiny plastic banjo and strum it madly, like I knew what I was doing. I was a rambunctious little boy but
Raspberry Monster English Lyrics3, 2, 1 Go!Raspberry Monster English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stick your tongue out and make the signal
Middle finger stuck up now you're ready to go
Spit out your already flavorless raspberry gum
A loud alarm wakes me up like always
With super awesome rock music
The gaps between
The cruel reality
Makes me freak out again
My favorite gum is sold out today
And now my stupid phone is out of range
This world seems to
Always expect something
So I wish it'd just fade away
I'm a little awkward so I only want to run and hide
Imaginary, reality, which is truth and which is lie?
Giving up for a while and leaving my own body
In bright red
The one who fears nothing so brave and vigilantly
In this world
No one can beat you even if they try!
How long has it been
Since I've started to be like this
Even my weak smile
Can't force itself anymore
You and I both, we are just the same
So hurry up and save me now
I am always trying so hard just to do what I want
Where could my ally be
fishermanI am a fisherman-fisherman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all roaring waves
and rush of sea salt
beating seagull wings
and a tongue carved from
My hands break levees
and my breath births dams
the taste of chilly morns
still melt on the roof of my
mouth like I never wished
for anything besides the smack
of sodden rubber boots and
the scars from entangled
hunks of ivory nets
the sea has not
forgotten my voice-
I can hear them
when the wooden floorboards
crackle like hurricane bruises
from water laden saunters
through land sunk libraries
it has been a forever
since I held a dream
caught between my fingertips
and the gentle rock of a
boat and foamy froth on
but this new trip I have embarked upon
carries more clanking hooks
than screeching sinkers
yet- my line has not changed-
I am a fisherman and the sea
forget who its children are.
Sonnet IDark glasses asideSonnet I4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you might see my eyes -
At a breakfast of baked sunlight,
Filling and spilling,
As photons in rage;
Aging us one day at a time,
One cell at a time,
Split, one at a time -
Til we're glowing with growing
As stars feeding stars,
Our bones aching with breaking
To keep up with our hearts.
Pulling pairs of pulses dictate
Chemical vehicles, blind interstate,
And you, just as bright
In the dark as the light.
Not passively, as some stars
Who simply twinkle with the menial -
Instead, bursting; beating close,
Smiling easy with eyes closed.
With what tools would I be suited
To extract you?
Stolen, as only human thoughts can steal -
Separate, as we were built to feel -
Some silly certainty that
Our disparateness is real.
But no, not us,
We seem to know better:
Wrapped up in a feeling resembling forever.
So close, as to become unintelligible;
As given as your breath in my lungs.
As trippingly as the love songs being sung,
Ecstatic and free
From the tips of our tongues.
Promiscuous girlShe cries every eveningPromiscuous girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting on his bed
Not because he hurts
But because they hurt
They act so mean
Because she is free.
She is who she likes,
She does what she wants,
Yet they mar her with their taunts.
All she wants is reassurance.
It's none of their business,
Even if it's not particularly wise.
And in the silence,
She listens for the whispers
Of a thousand regrets.
As the murmurs grow stronger
Into laughter and dark glares
Her eyes are full of sunlight
Her arms ready to hug anyone who needs it
With a never-failing smile.
But underneath her calm façade
She often sobs
But if she didn't really love him, they'd know.
And her friends must watch
As a whirlwind of hate destroys her fragile world
It's none of their business.
Not that they didn't want it to stop,
But it got so bad.
And eventually that promiscuous girl with the loving smile disappeared
Where the taunts couldn't harm her
For a fresh start.
And it wasn't fair because her friends did still car
The Untold Story Chapter 5The Untold Story Chapter 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
5. Renewal of the Oraculum
I found myself hidden within the confines of the library as everyone searched for me. Well, all but two people; the Hatter and Cerise. I sat beside the glass casing that contained the Oraculum and the Vorpal sword, resting my head on my knees with the crown and headdress by my side. My hair had since fallen out from its pins and cascaded about my face as I cried. Mallymkun found me first, resting soundlessly on my shoulder as she stroked my hair. She was becoming more comforting, like a sister despite the size and species difference.
"We'd better hurry up and get out of here," she said, leaping onto the glass. "Cerise has ordered Evan and a few other guards to capture you and place you in the dungeon." I frowned and glanced at her.
"But, the Hatter..." She sighed and glanced at her paws.
"We can't help him now," she said and I sighed. "We'll also need the Oraculum and Vorpal sword." I glanced at her.
"Why?" I said but she shook her head, motioning for me to b
On Women: My Grandmother IIThe day the world broke openOn Women: My Grandmother II6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was the day her husband said he had enough love to cover
her and the other men she loved a thousand times more.
That was the day the world was plucked off a cosmic branch and
smashed open like fruit on a rock.
Molten lava spilling over eternity like the day every babe learned to cry.
This- it seems, is the nature of love.
The UnderstandingWhen I’m drunk orThe Understanding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you’re drunk or
and uncommitted at the same bar,
we leave together,
sit and fiddle with beers
at your place
your dad’s place?
laugh at the dramatic-moment music
in movies made when I was three,
talk about my ex-
cat, how you got high and played
in the snow,
and you find the shower
eventually after a beer-chug
myself trailing, tiptoeing
into the jeans-and-boxers puddle,
placing my folded clothes on the sink,
slipping in behind
the temperature adjustment
from the fjord-freezing or lobster-boiling
you turned on yourself
and while you wash my back,
pressing the curves with longing
lazy, I rub the soap into your red-
as if I want the ink to stain
my fingers and
you slip inside me like water
and I watch your legs
bowing behind mine
and think of birds
(I am too
short for this love;
you give up, laughing,
untoweled thin body dripping
on the comforter),
and you won’t
BorderlineI dreamed once that I saw your face inBorderline4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
too fast into your watery eyes.
Without imagination, prosaically as you
could, you told me you
loved me and hoped we'd meet again
soon. I smiled, propri
WallpaperThe right one looksWallpaper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like picture books,
the left is lapis,
matte but ample -
riddles figured and considered:
complimentary wallpaper samples.
'I don't really care for any of these'
but must choose one
before we're done -
And it'll be there
to adorn the corners
Until we can't remember
any others -
Until we forget
which was better.
So picking seems
a sudden death -
So we pray, devoutly
for something less,
or just different halls
and different walls
Have You Ever?Have you ever,Have You Ever?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cried until very,
late at night?
Have you ever,
felt so tired,
but, you can't,
because, you Cant.
Have you ever,
looked at the clock,
which read 3:00am?
Have you ever,
cried to yourself,
begged your thoughts,
to just let you sleep?
Have you ever,
just laid there,
trying not to think?
Have you ever,
waited for hours,
with no hope,
just to fall,
An Open LetterAn Open Letter to the Wasp Trapped on the 71vAn Open Letter2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You may not have noticed me, but when I stepped up in to the bus, I noticed you. I made my way to the nearest seat, careful not to disturb you. The other passengers and I watched you crawling on the window. Our eyes filled with worry, and we sat still, staring, each of us hoping we would not be the one you stung.
I felt your frustration, as you banged your head on the glass and crawled about it, watching the trees blur by. All of the exits were clearly marked, but you could not understand them. You could not know when the doors would open, which pane of glass would slide. Perhaps you would never be free, I wondered. Perhaps you would die there. I wanted to tell you that I have been where you are. I wanted to tell you that I knew how you felt. But I didn't.
For thirty minutes I watched you. I imagined myself sliding my hand under your six legs, cupping my fingers around your frail body, and carrying you outside with me. But when the b
I Love YouYour eyes,I Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one and only,
source of light.
My shining star.
I love you.
But you hear,
only a whisper.
my words they,
Those same three words,
by two letters.
A single word.
with a sharp edge,
cuts through my soul,
and shears me in two.
I pick up the peices,
and reassemble my soul.
Your words burn,
your hands hurt.
But I will always Love You.
People Living in Tunnels Under Las VegasThe newspaper headlines told me so.People Living in Tunnels Under Las Vegas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I was reading the article in my bed,
eating a handful of Oreos, I thought
about being wet.
Not the kind of wet (slipperyslidyfuntimes)
you want to be,
but the kind of wet you feel in your bones.
Wet like the time my grandfather left me and my sister
watching his tackle box by the side of the road
in Toronto in six inches of slush that
was slowly seeping into my socks,
while he bought cigarettes from the man
in the oversized poncho at the gas station.
And there are cities full of dreams
and cities full of dirt,
but Las Vegas is neither of those.
It’s a city instead with no name or face,
nothing recognizable you can reach out and touch.
Someone told me once that in Spanish
Las Vegas means “the fields.”
My grandfather told me once
on a fishing trip, while I sat
on top of his tackle box,
about the Asphodel fields.
How these Romans believed
people whose sins equaled the good they did
went to the Asphodel fields, and drank
from a river
AIW The Path Chapter 15AIW Ch 15-AIW The Path Chapter 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mornings had never been Alice's cup of tea. She woke looking frazzled and grumpy usually, and it wasn't wise to speak to her until she had managed to procure a cup of British breakfast. Then again the earlier she arose the worse it was.... So when an insistent rapping at her chamber's entrance echoed through the rooms to her sleeping ears, it was ignored. Once, twice, and a third, time. At last the blond head stirred slightly and issued a groan. Her arm again flailed out to find that Tarrant had disappeared with the night. The best part about their upcoming nuptials was that the sneaking around would be at an end. Why she had heard from a seamstress about no less then 6 couples that were known to be in flagrant and passionate relationships out of wedlock. Of course the crazy wild hatter would be a proper gentleman, she groaned again. Another round of tapping came through, and she realized there was no help for it she would have to get up and answer the perpetrator.
A Sapphire Shines in Sinnoh In the middle of the Sinnoh region, in the small town of Solaceon, the Daycare facilityA Sapphire Shines in Sinnoh8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
is receiving eight new members; a Jolteon, Vaporeon, Flareon, Umbreon, Espeon, Leafeon, Glaceon, and an Eevee. The ensuing flash that occurred as all the Poke Balls
opened simultaneously temporarily lit up the small Daycare building. As their trainer
left the Daycare, the Eevee and its evolutions padded outside to see off their
departing owner. Their trainer came over to the fence and crouched down, so as to speak with them at their eye level.
" Okay guys, I'm going to Johto for quite a while to collect as many of the Pokemon that reside in that area as I can. Normally, I would bring all of you with me, but most of you are too high leveled, and I wouldn't dream of splitting you up by taking only those who would be helpful in catching the Johto region Pokemon, so I've decided to leave you all here together." At this point he paused to look at the Jolteon and Vapore