The Real ZombiesZombiesThe Real Zombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You neither need a necromancer
Nor a virus in the air
The zombies are around us
Some looking like you and me
Some you can easily discover
While others remain a mystery
They don't have brain on their menu
No blood on their face
They don't move like robots
They've got elegance and grace
They are controlled by something
That's what they all share
Some want you to be like them
While others don't care
The zombies I'm talking about
Have nothing to do with movies and books
The zombies I'm talking about
Are what the media has on its hooks
What the fashion says is law
And the TV's never wrong
The internet's the world
Where those zombies belong
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
ch4: a new friend part 2ch4: a new friend part 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A new friend part2
We wondered down halls after that and figured out how to get through that creepy painting. We then found ourselves in a hallway full of mannequin heads and strange paintings of heads. We walked down them trying not to look at them. We found ourselves in another maze watching out for another 'lady in red'. We saw a code lock on one door "how many paintings of women are in this room" I red a loud. Garry thought for a second and then I saw a gleam in his eye "fourteen" he said spinning the numbers in. The door clicked open and we walked in. nothing was really there so we left. We then figured out how to get into the other room by looking at one girls clothes. We stepped in and figured out another puzzle where we had to move a table in the right spot and heard a click outside. We left that room to investigate it. When we did we saw another one of those mannequin heads. "was that there before" Garry asked a bit scared. I shook
I'm A GhostI'm not trying to creep you out or anything,I'm A Ghost3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I'm a ghost.
When I'm on the phone, I don't say a thing, I just breathe heavily.
And I have to say, I sound heavenly.
It's like I'm singing a symphony, a monotone melody.
But they never answer it's 'cause I'm a ghost, but I just want to talk, see?
I'm not trying to creep you out or anything,
It just happens 'cause I'm a ghost,
When I run a race there's no point running with haste.
'Cause they run 30% faster when they see my face.
I'm a ghost so the police are always on my case,
Everyday, I'm tangled in an endless car chase.
Everyone hates me 'cause I once cheated in a maze race,
But what they didn't know is that I'm was being threatened to be erased.
You don't know what it feels like to pee and have fall through the floor,
To not know the difference between a wall and a door,
Being simply put on the earth by the Lord and never being born.
You don't know what it feels like only being able to listen to Korn,
Having no home, so having
Nighttime Ramblings and InsufficiencyYou drop your jaw,Nighttime Ramblings and Insufficiency3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you pull words out from
hiding, deep in your throat.
You wretch up a mass of
unfiltered, unedited, reality
because you believe that's what it is
to be understood.
You leave a trail of mutterings
wherever you go
no one will ever want me
it's not enough
and i'm sorry, i'm
so so sorry
Do you remember the difference between
a shadow and a ghost? (the world ends
the day the sun won't shine)
Instead of sleeping (maybe
tomorrow won't come if you
don't say goodnight) you wait;
you will not be remembered, and
that is the scariest part-
you were never loud enough.
i'm so sorry
The night presses too hard,
pulling you down, even though
you plead for one more day to prove
you aren't just passing through.
In the margins, you breathe:
Ch5: Mary?Ch5: Mary?3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I found myself in what it seems like a never ending room. I wondered through doors and kept hearing banging noises coming from behind. I then ended up in a room that had that head, lady in red, and a body. I turned to try and get out but the door was locked. I kept jiggling the handle but nothing happened. They came closer and closer till it all went black. I woke up panting for air. "hmm?" Garry wondered over to me and saw that he wasn't wearing his coat but that it was wrapped around me. "oh your up are you alright?" he asked looking at me and kneeling down next to me. "j-just a nightmare is all" I stuttered "I see you poor thing . I can't say I'm surprised being exposed to these frightful sights you know" he said as he looked at me. "I guess it's a good thing you woke up, sorry I didn't notice earl
SurvivalSurvival.Survival3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
That Night at the Library Allen x ReaderThat Night at the Library Allen x ReaderThat Night at the Library Allen x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were Just Assigned to collect Innocence that was found in Fukushima, Japan. There were only vague rumors about the innocence but you still had to go and check it out. That part you didn’t like was since the recent attacks on the exorcist and the finders due to the Earl, a group of two-three had to go on missions in case of any major attacks, you just really didn’t want to be stuck with Kanda and his bad attitude. You Reported to Chief Komui and received your mission. “Now(name)-chan, Today you’ll be heading out with Allen on your mission to Fukushima,” Komui informed you. When you heard the Name of your partner you couldn’t help but squeal and jump around all inside Allen had been your best Friend ever since you joined the order, and just thinking of being with him made a light pink blush come to your face. “you wanted to see me Chief Komui? Oh Hey(name),” you spun around to see Allen S
The butcher and his wifeThe butcher and his wife2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bright and sunny day in a small town in Vancouver. The birds were singing and children were running to get some ice-cream from the ice-cream truck. People were stopping to chat with others or smell the flowers lingering outside the floral shop. Out of all the many shops in this small town, the most well-known one was the Hemlock butcher shop. The family who owned the shop was really pleasant with their customers and rarely had any problems with anybody. After 46 years, the family retired and passed down the shop to their son Seth and his wife Rita.
Business was going as usual that day and Seth handed over the package of meat to his latest customer. "Here ya go Miss. Melville." Seth smiled placing the package on the counter. "Thank you Seth. Such a sweet boy," the middle aged woman replied with a smile. "So where is your wife? Hope she's getting her daily rest. Must be impossible for her,being a restless one and all." she giggled.
SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader(preview)SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader (preview)SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader(preview)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
((Note that in this, there is no god, only the existence of white souls(angels), grey souls(humans), and black souls(demons and devils). I make it this way to make it more interesting.Oh, and they all live together, knowing each one exists.))
______ has always lived on her own. She does nothing but grant the wishes of children and live alone in her small forest. Being that she only interacts with animals and children, she has grown to be someone with no hate, no anger, and the patients of a saint. _______ was lounging around on her own one day, sitting outside her small cabin, when a loud crash was heard. Thinking someone was hurt, she rushed over.
"Ugh. The hell was that? A Purity Ring?" A tall man said. ______ stared at him in awe. He was a devil. But with her protective charms, nothing past a grey soul should be able to get in.
"S-sir?" She said timidly. "Y-you're injured....M-may I be a-allowed to help you?" As scared as she was,
Ignorance is FearIgnorance is Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My views of us, your flock.
As I have so boldly expressed them
to my mistaken kin,
with only a hint of lended ears...
We are flawed O'Lord!
But of course, I mean no insult!
As I hold absolution to your greatest plan!
Yet I feel I must speak up,
And let my confessions pour out,
over my vile human tongue...
And I will do so out of faith...
These words, Father,
come both from fea
The Meaning Of LifeThe meaning of life,The Meaning Of Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is to live everyday.
Is to look around you and smile.
To do what you want or need,
Because what is good today might me bad tomorrow,
But what is bad today may have good effects on the future.
The meaning of life,
Is to grow old and look back,
And not to shed a tear of despair at a wasted life,
Nor a frown of spite at missed event.
But to look back and smile,
and know there is nothing you would change.
The meaning of life,
Is not to curse and hate,
But to laugh and love.
Not to regret,
Because what ever you regret,
Was exactly what you had wanted at that time.
The meaning of life,
Laughter and Anger,
The meaning of life is what ever you want it to be.
N Harmonia X Reader (pt 1)You sat in between you close friends Bianca and Cheren staring out at the sky. It has been two years since your journey around Unova. You remembered the hot summer days were your clothes stuck to your body in an uncomfortable fashoin. The first few towns were exhausting almost seeming as if your feet would burn through your shoes. Bianca complained the whole way until she got accustomed to the journey. Everything was perfect during those first few days, until a new person came into your lives.N Harmonia X Reader (pt 1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This man was on televisions everywhere. He was always talking about Pokémon liberation. He once said "Everyone!,citizens of Unova! I am here to talk about Pokemon liberation! Your Pokémon are being held back because of you! Don't you know what you are doing to them? Their power isn't understandable. Us humans will never understand their true potential and the destruction they can cause! We need to stop! We need to let them go! We are hurting these wonderful, misund
Night Time HungerThe creature of the darknessNight Time Hunger3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Leads an endless life of despair.
The horrors of an eternity
Captured in that haunted stare.
Only on All Hallow's Eve
May he venture undetected.
His luminous skin and unusual ways
Pass by us unsuspected.
He wishes to befriend you.
He will charm you with his grace.
He'll marvel at the glorious beauty
Of your mortal face.
Alas, this friendship cannot last.
His control cannot endure.
You accept your death with open arms,
Entranced by his allure.
That dreadful night time hunger.
That wretched, lustful thirst.
The insatiable desires
Of the one forever cursed.
Ashamed of his regrettable acts,
Brushing off a blood-stained tear,
He returns unto his resting place
To sleep until next year.
The creature of the darkness
Leads an endless life of despair
Clinging to a mortal self,
Which simply is not there.
Padded CellForsaken in the darknessPadded Cell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where hope has no meaning
silence becomes a fiend
but the voices,
they are a comfort,
abandoned by all others
they remain, always there
always a reminder,
even in the deepest darkness,
in the pit of despair
she is never alone,
the hallow laughter
becomes the only sound she hears,
but she never becomes aware
that the laughter
is her own.
(BBC)Sherlock x Reader - She was like a cigaretteShe was like a cigarette(BBC)Sherlock x Reader - She was like a cigarette2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He slumped against the icy pole of the lamp post. The cold, winter breeze nipped at the tips of his exposed ears and nose as he
tightened the knot of his scarf. His eyes, as cold as the winter night itself, traveled along the black, metal fence that surrounded the cemetery. Icicles dangled off the rims and dripped tiny droplets of water, pitter patter, pitter patter.
Something to show off with, a new activity to boast about.
The cigar hung limp from his pale lips, which were chapped from the abuse of the cold weather. His phone buzzed wildly in his pocket,
most likely John fussing about him hanging around this late at night without consulting anyone. Hissing out of pure annoyance, he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, answering the call. He took the cigar in between his fingers before talking into the speaker.
Little Bird (Supernatural x Reader) Part 1 You were in a cage. Literally a large bird cage, but he always called you his little bird and he did have an odd sense of humour about him. Beyond your cage was hell, where the screaming never ceased. You weren’t sure how you didn’t go mad from the sound of the pain.Little Bird (Supernatural x Reader) Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your father was the morning star, he was Lucifer. You were the daughter of a fallen angel and a human, and you couldn’t imagine how your mother had ever managed to love such a monster. But it made you wonder if she was disgusted by you or if you were ripped from her arms and cast into hell.
Hell was awful but sometimes you would find a human able to withstand the horrors of your home. One particular man was most interesting. Day after day he was tortured but he never took any of the deals demons offered him to escape his punishment. When the demons grew bored of him you would talk of the human world.
He was surprised by you at first. He never knew angels existed, and he was mor
AskAsk me what you want to knowAsk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whatever you want
Whenever you want
Everything you might possibly want to know about me
To ask everything
I ask you:
But it doesn't mean that I'll answer.
Memory Crannies - after the incident -Warning: May contain spoilers for the game Ib. For those who did not play or never heard of it, read this at your own risk. Seriously, you could get really messed up!Memory Crannies - after the incident -3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was watching T.V at home one day when my mother asked me to go to town with her.
I agreed to go since I'm bored.
So I got up and get dressed in a white t-shirt and my familiar red skirt.
I combed my hair so it doesn't get messy.
I slipped on a pair of sandals and head out.
As we were walking down town, I saw a familiar person.
I knew who he is.
It was Garry.
My friend from when we conquered Fabricated World.
He didn't remember me....
" Where are we going Garry? "
Those words snapped me out of trance.
That voice isn't familiar to me and yet this person knew Garry.
" We are going to the cafe I promised you! "
" Yay! Your the best Garry! "
Their going to the cafe?
You promised you'd take me there so we can have macaroons together....
Why did you forget me?
" The usual right, Bla
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.It's Your Sick World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
ParasiteParasiteParasite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draining your life,
all of you.
Can you see?
All that you have
now belongs to me.
Your life, your goods,
to sate my thirst.
I feel satisfied
while you fall, hurt.
I'll need more,
I'll drain and drain.
Addicted and guilty,
you'll allow your parasite
again and again.
A Darker EmotionIt is merely the darker form of inspiration....A Darker Emotion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the more destructive breed.
The darkened walk of pride.
The blackened eyes of vanity.
It is nothing short of parasitism
In the disguise of bitter emotion.
It is the vengeful look upon the victims face.
It is the words of shear anger from forsaken lips.
It is action without reason.
Unseen by the light,
as it hides in the shadows.
The most powerful forbidden Fruit of Feeling...Hatred
A darkened passion, fuelled by malevolence and desire.
It is the expanse of the human mind,
that is just shy of insanity.
in the world human nature.
Such is only mere, yet pure hatred...