Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
Paper-Thin Promisesthe first time I caught sight of yourPaper-Thin Promises4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statue, a prison,
a tasteless reproduction of a child's Heaven
but you are no museum.
you may hang yourself in gilded frames,
forcing masses to silence with obscurity,
but that does not make you a hallowed hall.
no, I fear you're no Metropolitan.
you look at me, daring to think you understand.
your words trickle from my lips like a waterfall
as you tell m
Mr. Smiley, my best friend ~ ( PART 1 )Mr. Smiley, my best friend ~ ( PART 1 )1 year ago in Drama More Like This
When I was little I woke up one morning.
It was a sunny day, pretty too
But when I rubbed my eyes, my right eye wouldn't open
I told my mommy and daddy, they said every things gonna be alright
But they looked very sad
My mommy and daddy looked like they were crying, talking in front of my room when they told me to rest
That was when bad people came in our house
They told me they are just here to help me open my eye again
But they didn't let me say goodbye to Mommy and Daddy
But I was still very sleepy and couldn't stay awake
I woke up in a different house
A lot bigger than my own room and it had a window, but I could only see myself in it.
There was a door, but no handle on it
It was very boring not knowing what to do
Then from the door a tall man in a bird mask walked to me
He was very nice to me
His name was Mr. Charles and he said he's gonna be my new friend
And visit every day
And even help my eye to open again
I was very happy
The men wearing white cloaths took me outside where al
24 Ways to Bother Yami-YugiNote: Read Description for more details....................this is just for fun i'm just a fan so no need to get mad24 Ways to Bother Yami-Yugi4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
again read description lazy people.........................
Ways to bother Yami-Yugi
(or get killed by him XD)
1. When you look at him say "hi spiky hair freak"
2. Mimic him
3. Practice your mind crush on him
4. If he loses a game(probably never) say "the heart of the cards had a heart attack" then run
5. When yugi is asleep steal his puzzle and go to yami's soul room
6. Hit on him
7. Say "you like tea right?" then grin
8. Dye his hair black
9. When he surfs the internet say "so what do you think of yaoi" then run
10. Dress him like a naruto character
11. Say "inuyasha saves the world more than you do"
12. Make him cosplay and take him to a anime-con
13. Put him in the same room as shessomaru and inuyasha (they have to have their weapons)
14. Act as abridged yami from YGOTAS
15. Make him look at yu-gi-oh! Yaoi couples
16. Make him read this list
17. Put yugi in a bunny
Redang IslandRedang Island1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
natsu umi ya kuchibiru tsukeru shio no aji
lingering on my lips
the taste of the tide.
Shakespearean Influence on ABC's Once Upon A Time Romeo and Juliet is one of the most popular shows written by Shakespeare. The new show on ABC, Once Upon a Time, has also become a popular show. There is one similarity between the two shows. Once Upon a Time shows a subtle form of Shakespearean influence. Once Upon a Time and Romeo and Juliet both have a focus on one story of classic folklore, and then make reference or branch out into other tales.Shakespearean Influence on ABC's Once Upon A Time2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Romeo and Juliet is one of Shakespeare's tragedies. It is about forbidden love in Verona because of their feuding families. The story of Romeo and Juliet is Shakespeare's version of a modern interpretation of the classic myth of Pyramus and Thisbe. Pyramus and Thisbe is a story in Roman mythology. It is about forbidden love in Babylon due to their feuding families.
Once Upon a Time is a TV show that gives the viewers a modern interpretation of classic fairy tales. The main fairy tale that the show focu
CR-Axis (crak-SIS):SEXY FUN TIMES WITH HORNY JAPANSO, LIKE ONE ITALY GERMANY AND JAPAN WERE BREAKDANCING IN THE BACK OF A CAR AS THE AURTHOR AND RUSSIA BECAME ONE IN THE FRONTCR-Axis (crak-SIS):SEXY FUN TIMES WITH HORNY JAPAN2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THEN ITALY SUDDENLY YELLED "OMG LETS GO DANCE ON THE MOON!!!" THEN RANDOMLY THE THREE FOUND THEMSELVES ON SOME RANDOM PLANET THAT WAS TACOS SECRET HIDEOUT CALLED 'TACONONONONOIONONONONIA~!' THEN JAPAN RODE AROUND ON A LLAMA WITH HIS PENIS ON FIRE THEN ATE 78924 TACOS THAT HE THEN SHIT OUT AND THEN TURNED INTO 78924 GIANT COOKIES THAT GERMANY ATE THEN FARTED A SHITLOAD. JAPAN THEN BECAME EPICLY HORNY. "IMA GO BANG EUROPE" THEN JAPAN RAN DOWN TO EARTH VIA MINIATURE LLAMA WHICH HE BANGED
ONE DAY ENGLAND WAS WALZTING AROUND IN HIS FUKING PINK APOCALYPSE OF A FUKIN PINK DRESS AND SINGING A BRITNEY SPEARS SONG UNTIL JAPAN EXPLODED INTO THE ROOM AND BANGED THE EXPLOSION.
AND ENGLAND THEN ATE THE EXPLOSION THAT HE FARTED OUT THEN WAS RHAPED BY JAPAN.
regardless of where and which roads (write)i. so today we get togetherregardless of where and which roads (write)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as per your request
today you (at last) confess to me
i watch you narrate
the e.e. cummings you've
kept chained in your rhythm,
in your beats and paces and all other nooks
and hidden places
i've secretly always known existed
i want you to start writing today
ii. you tell me you believe
in your ability
to write the words i always knew you whispered;
steaming at the hearts of other girls
turning them to froth
while i watch my own heart
shrivel like dregs
in the same cup of cappuccino
i've always been drinking off drought
iii. i am screaming even in my softest tissues
blaming my body for my hearts' issues
admit to me
(your best blue jeans and bravery set forth)
read me unspoken
find it futile to resist (dear me)
by grace you do and you do
admit to me
my meth, my myth
how (i never have the courage to say)
i am your greatest muse
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called
Ocean-wide, Pocket-sizeShe is the perverse whispering of phobiasOcean-wide, Pocket-size1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shadowing each and every action I take
The capricious heat of the moment decisions
That I almost always come to regret
She is the gathering of tumultuous thunderstorms
Knowing she can bolt my world into Cimmerian
The tattooing of molten mantras on skin
That pool me from drowning in burns
She is a mouthful of psalms and lucid eulogies
Spreading her disease quicker than cancer
She is ocean-wide
She is pocket-size
I rebuke her- mountains and thread counts at a time
Aurora (Borealis)The vermilion sky melted and slippedAurora (Borealis)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped
The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow
Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine
You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and marrow
with every very ounce of streaming sanguine in me
To keep burning bridges and breaking-off roads
marooning our mauve mere of melancholy
To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free'
The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a half-baked, chocolate hillside
asleep in sleet, numbed and tight-lipped
All This Time- Chapter TwoThe next morning Shizuo awoke and thought about what he was going to do today. Tom was out of town for a bit so he didn't have any work. "Might go visit the flea and Psyche, isn't much else for me to do". After lazily taking his time in getting ready he steps outside, locks the door and puts a cigarette between his lips, lighting it as he sets off in the direction of Izaya's apartment.All This Time- Chapter Two1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Izaya is playing with Psyche when he hears a knock at his newly fixed door. He gets up to answer it, only to be surprised when he finds Shizuo standing there. Before he can ask Shizuo explains. "Bored, decided to come over" Izaya didn't try to mask his surprise but chuckles as Psyche comes running over. "It's surprising to see Shi-chan here. I didn't think you would actually visit~". He doesn't respond, simply opting for a small glare then focusing his attention on the hyperactive child." I think your Dad feels a little left out, you haven't given him a nickname yet". Psyche looks to Izaya then back to S
All This Time- Chapter EightThe next morning, both men were woken by a very hyper Psyche jumping up and down on the bed. "Iza-nyan, Shi-chan, it's time to wake up~!" Shizuo wakes up a little slow but joins in with Izaya's chuckling when he notices Psyche. "I ended up in my bed by magic! I fell asleep on the couch but I woke up in my bed! It was magic!" Izaya was right when he said it was cute to see Psyche jumping up and down talking about magic. Psyche had taken to repeating 'magic' over and over. Well that is until Izaya pulled him onto his back and began tickling him. "Where is your magic now? ~" Unable to respond due to his laughing, little Psyche just let his father tickle him.All This Time- Chapter Eight1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shizuo just watched the two ravens for a short moment and smiled. Though then he decided to join in tickling the boy. "This will teach you to wake the monster" said a smiling Shizuo. Izaya laughed a little to himself after hearing that. It was now that Psyche was able to speak in-between his laughs. "No f-fair! Shi-chan should t
I just need to get this out of my systemDear Boys:I just need to get this out of my system1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Treat the woman you're in love with the same way you'd want the man who's in love with your sister to treat her-
With utmost respect and integrity intact.
If you don't want your sister to be inappropriately touched, foul-mouthed or gossiped about, then do not do so to the woman you are after. She too is somebody else's sister.
Dionaea MuscipulaWatch and be enthralled asDionaea Muscipula2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aphrodite lullabies with love songs
using her luscious lips and
nimble tongue, trident-pronged-
promises so serene, one cannot resist
She is like cursed vino
maddening yet too numbing, too giving of peace of mind
for a drunk to refuse slipping sips
All hail! All hail!
One can only imagine how succulent
the dew caressing her form must be
As the liquid collects
into her cavities,
You fall deeper
into the mercy of her eyes;
in their reflection is you, utterly mesmerized
You are a gaunt-legged youth
and as you approach the diosa
so do you your desolation
All hail! All hail!
Her fingers are hinge-triggered with
her fingernails painted rouge
You are taken into a trance and
with an unbowed gaze
she takes you prey, a set-out meal
ensnared into her well-tried trap
As I inaudibly crumbleThe first thing that I can assure you of is the fortitude of my soul: I am a pact so strong that even the hurricane which caused my house to tear apart couldn't budge me. So strong, that even the earthquake that cracked the face of my school building couldn't chip me. So strong, that no amount of tidal waves could crash and break into my walls, my being. I am a pact made of several precious trinkets, letters and colors bound fervently. My frame has become a watchtower and my spirit, its sentry; I fulfill set duty. I am a pact so strong that I crave for certain commotion over what it is that I am, I wear and bare my vanity. I am a thrill seeker, a bungee jumper. I thrive off adrenaline rushes brought about by the feeling of close calls, the always present possibility of a snapping of the cord, a real potential to, not just fall, but truly crash and burn from grace. I am of a life wanting to be fully fueled, felt and fulfilled. I am a draconian as an experienced freedom fighter.As I inaudibly crumble2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All This Time- Chapter ElevenIzaya had just entered his apartment after a day at court. He sat down on the couch and sighed. "How did today go?" Izaya sighed again before replying, he looked a little annoyed too. "Today Kaori tried to say that the night the boys were conceived was completely consensual. All I had to say in retaliation was that I was too drunk to really know what was going on, the judge agreed that it constituted as rape." I wonder if Izaya would press charges for that, though I doubt it seeing as the event doesn't seem to have affected him much. I can tell he is happy about being a father too; otherwise he wouldn't be going to court everyday fighting to keep Psyche here with him.All This Time- Chapter Eleven1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That was the first and last time I was drunk though, it's horrible being drunk and don't get me started on the hangover." I couldn't help but chuckle a little at that, it came of little surprise to find out that he is such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but it amused me to think about it. "I can deal with being
All This Time- Chapter TenShizuo tickling Psyche was a common way for them to pass time playing. Just as pulling faces, both had quite a lot of fun. This is what the two were doing right now, well Psyche as trying to pull faces but found it difficult since he was laughing at being tickled. Izaya was seated upon the couch as he looked on, smiling at his son and his boyfriend? Is that what he would call him now? Neither had exactly asked the other.All This Time- Chapter Ten1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Izaya is pulled out his thoughts by hearing his apartment door being knocked. He got up to answer it and seemed fairly displeased upon seeing who had knocked. "Well you were the very last person I would expect to face after opening the door. It's been a while, Kaori." Shizuo looked over to the door and was mildly surprised to see a woman standing there; he wondered who it was and why Izaya seemed so displeased to see her. "There is no need to be bitchy, Izaya. Besides I am here for my son." Izaya sighed a little to himself. "You have not wanted him for four years, why
All This Time- Chapter Four"Higher Shi-chan, Higher!" demanded a very happy Psyche. Shizuo complied and pushed the boy higher on the swing. They were currently at a local park in Shinju-ku. Izaya had suggested that Shizuo take Psyche as he rarely gets a chance and it would be nice. Here, Shizuo didn't need to worry about people provoking him as he wasn't really well known, if they were in Ikebukuro then that would be a different matter entirely. He was actually glad that he could have a little peace and quiet here. Psyche was definitely having fun here with him. Shizuo had always thought about wanting kids of his own, but he wouldn't mind not having them if he still could spend time with Psyche. It was a good thing that he and Izaya didn't fight anymore, they still called each other names and use insults but they didn't attack one another.All This Time- Chapter Four1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The majority of Ikebukuro did not know Izaya was back, seeing as he hadn't visited in the time he has been back. It was now Shizuo going to Izaya in Shinju-ku. No one here kne
25 pennies tossed in the wishing wellgolden sunlight25 pennies tossed in the wishing well1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my left hand is
i love your
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the endfast-forward through the goodbyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
“i know you,” he says.
and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks like
he's a boy who may one day realize how much
he cares for you, so you cut him off and say,
“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”
“well, yeah, minus those.”
“then you don’t know me at all.”
and then you tell him,
i love you. but you don’t use those words
because those are taboo. are jinxed.
are knock on wood three times fast.
instead you press him in a hug and say,
i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understand
that this is the first time you ever cared for something
enough to try and fix it after you hurt it.
you hope he doesn’t ever realize what you’re saying
and his response will always be ‘what for?’ because
if he figures out he loves you nothing changes.
he’s just going to be in love with a corpse, a memory,
a pair of trigger happy hands,
Don'tPlease, don't tell her that she's alluring;Don't9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
don't tell her so just because you know how to lure and malevolently make use of her malleable heart, to form and fit into a ring on your plum-tipped, pinky finger- you duly deserve fetters.
Please, don't tell her that she's beautiful;
if only just to have your way and peruse through the glossy pages of her life like it were some casual magazine on a random subway stand- she's better off without your grimy fingerprints.
Please, don't tell her that she's captivating;
don't use terms of endearment when you don't even understand why they should be said to her in the first place- you were never worthy of her devotion and demure disposition.
Please don't tell her that she's divine;
especially since you knew of the years I spent in misery, seeking solace from the pounding of my heart- by God's grace and mercy, please, pass her honey-haired, olive-skinned love unto me.
silver-tinged twilight owlssilver-tinged twilight10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the help of lofty, fresh leaves
so too, do the summer's evening
winds whistle around
the empty park bench passing
through the pits of my almost bare knees
and straight up my spinal canal
filling the hollows of each of my busted
bones that were once meant
for the beauty of