scrapscrap10 years ago in Other More Like This
tiny little piece of scrap paper / left behind / forgotten / unwanted / wonder whose it was? / where did the rest of you go? / is it in some student's folder? / is it in some fledgling artist's sketchbook? / is it a paper airplane poised for its first flight? / is it a paper boat, destined to float to a soggy, watery grave? / is it too in pieces like you, so made in a moment of frustration at an idea lost forever? / is it stuck in tiny specks to the walls of a classroom, legacy of a spitwad fight? / is it tinder for some flickering campfire? / is it shared with a friend who forgot their notebook? / is it folded into some fantastical origami creature? / is it destined to be stuck onto a paper-mache puppet? / is it bedding for some child's pet? / all i know is that the rest of this paper doesn't have this poem on it
Imaginary FriendsMy reflection in the mirror hates me,Imaginary Friends6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I know because she told me so.
She twists and turns and fogs the glass
bending unnaturally while moving with me
she pinches her skin and leaves blemishing marks
tearing off pieces she deems she does not need.
“Just wait,” she whispers as she bites her lip
“only so much longer and I can be free,”
her lips are bleeding again, but I’m brushing my teeth
“free to hurt and bend and break that wonderful body of yours.”
I can hear the whispers, I can hear her skin tearing.
She reaches up and touches the glass
and it bends under the brushing of skin
I finally speak with a tilt of the head
“Imaginary friends shouldn't be able to do that.”
HeartsbaneHeartsbane2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being around you like I am
It's a sensation I can hardly stand
Passed the point of torture, which I can barely pretend
So I have you show you I'm okay, and that I'm doing the best I can
This weight of my heart's world
Harboring all of these scars, new and old
And it contains countless secrets that I try and hold
Which I continue to endure alone, because I sold my soul
This pain is my peace
That's why I need you, please
Your hope divides the fear
So I will always depend on you being here
But I'm so afraid
To let myself love someone again
Because my hands are still stained
From all of those heavy tears that rained
I want to forbid myself from becoming lost in your eyes
While I'm desperately trying to not release everything that's bottled up inside
Every second, I'm an inch away from revealing all of these feelings that I try to hide
I'd give you it all, and deny you nothing, for I know your happiness will also become mine
I don't want another day to be lovele
Statement.I have many reasons to create art. Art inspires me and is simply my passion. However, there is one thing that drives me the most, that fuels my passion to create, and that's to spread the Word of God.Statement.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This idea may seem a bit strange to some. As my art shows, I love drawing manga. However, manga is not usually related with ideas of spirituality. When a person thinks of manga, they most likely will think of the violence and sexuality that's often portrayed in it. Despite this, I believe a certain message can be conveyed through this style of art. It has touched me greatly, so I'm sure that I can reach others as well. Whether it's to convey love, strength, suffering, or hope, I will depend on God to lead me. I will do my best to convey this one core message: That Jesus died for our sins and rose again so that if we believe, we will be saved.
Nothing has changed me as drastically as this. I realized that after I gave my life over to God, that this was my purpose for living. I have never e
1000 Times - Part 2 of 31000 Times - Part 2 of 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Thousand Times
[A Story in Three Parts]
Based on characters owned by R. Takahashi
(story subject to occasional updates and corrections)
Kagome made her way back to the house where everyone was staying, her skin still tingling from the bath, which had been in a separate building on the edge of town. In her arms, she carried her towel and a drawstring bag that contained her shampoo, soap, toothbrush, deodorant, and other necessities. As she walked, she pondered how modern people would fare, if they had to walk the equivalent of eight blocks away every time they wanted a hot bath, much less the prolonged wait until the basin was filled deep enough to submerge in. She much preferred paying extra to have fresh water brought in, rather than hoping that the water others had already bathed in was something near sanitary, especially in the past.
As she passed other houses with flickering lamplight spilling from the w
Goodbye Child!PrussiaxReaderGoodbye Child!PrussiaxReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's been walking in this world since the beginning of time.
The time when humans appeared once again after her and her friends'
'time' but never in her life did she get this close to someone whose
not her family.Staring at the crying boy in front of her with an
emotionless face,she couldn't help but feel guilty and sad.
The boy clung to her tightly,not wanting to let her go.
Begging her not to go and leave him,he cried and told her he don't
want to be alone.
"PLEASE!Don't leave me _____!PLEASE!I'll be a good boy just don't leave me!!"
The white-haired boy plead.He doesn't want her to leave him.
She rescued him from the miserable life of living on the streets with
nothing,not even food and ever since then she took care of him and despite
of the many things he did,she tolerated him.But now she's leaving him!
_____ blankly look at the boy,debating inside whether to stay with him
longer or simply leave him.It made her both happy and sad-though she
did not show it-that someo
UnleashedUnleashed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know this feeling
Or how to describe it
I feel my remorse changing
I'm becoming this
Rip this rage
From my heart
Open the cage
Let me out
Break Break Break
Through the walls
Of my mind
I don't know
What I'm doing
Losing the control
Over my emotions
Take Take Take
Away the fault
It's not mine
It's been so long
Since I've felt anger
Usually I'm not headstrong
But I couldn't keep it together
Forsake Forsake Forsake
The whole world
Leave it behind
Oh how the gentle have fallen
But this is what I get
Wasted all of this time trying
Nothing left to defend
Hope is conquered
Mr. Toad As I come down the sunny road, I come across a little toad.Mr. Toad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flashes of light oh- so bright, but what I see is quite a sight.
Human hair and Human eyes, as I look its already sunrise.
Night has gone,light has come, This toad was once here now he's all gone.
As I search, I trip and fall.
The toad who left, is now right here.
The Miscarriage of Justice"The people...want...the fall of the regime...!"The Miscarriage of Justice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words uttered senseless, near white broken unity
Tear gas dispersed into the once reliable air, suffocate -
Pleaseletmebreatheagain destruction of loyalty
Pure utter feather-light motion of absolute tragedy
Careless rubber bullet decide fate for a moment's time
Spidery veins collapse blood, profane sacrifice
Inhumanity spreads, disparaging colours reveal
Pleaseletmebreatheagain disappear, sinful disgrace,
Blood spills over, the scent of forgotten harmony fade,
Protestors, creators of infidelity, hold the miscarriage of justice,
Justice, a woman that fights for tranquillity, her heir destroyed,
"The people...want...the fall of the regime...!"
Words uttered senseless, near white broken unity, defamation!
Pleaseletmebreatheagain taste the qahwa of freedom again!
Sweat shed tears shed blood shed fear shed
TekkenYaoi- Desire: Chapter8: Nightmare INCOMPLETETekkenYaoi- Desire: Chapter8: Nightmare INCOMPLETE2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman. Somebody should have told all of the hired help at the airport that. All of the flight delays, airport traffic, bastard employees who couldn't understand her accent fueled the fire entity known as Ling, which in turn would give everyone hell for the next 6 hours. But not without some perks, of course. If anyone knew how to get a free ride in the corporate world, it was Ling and that was what she has precisely achieved. Of course, it helped that her newly changed flight was canceled and she was waiting on standby. But with a little diplomacy, such as willingly giving up her spot to others who waiting on standby, complaining every time when the next flight was due in, and "being forced" to watch three flights leave without her on it. The little sneak managed to get the departure part of her flight reimbursed, which meant she got to fly first class free of cost. The mischievous bunny calculated that she may have lost half a day in arriving Toky
Benjamin Rahat Ghanem: Pt. 1Benjamin Rahat Ghanem: Pt. 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Benjamin Rahat Ghanem
Nickname(s): The Guerrilla of the Dunes; the Revered Quincy; the Voice of Balance
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: Pro-Shinigami Loyalist
Aetherwall Sacrifice: Sight
Appearance: There is no Quincy alive who does not recognize the name Benjamin Rahat Ghanem. He is a man who is either loved or hated by the few members of his dwindling race, seen in polar terms as both a revolutionary leader and a man who betrayed his people to their mortal enemy. Before becoming the centerpiece of controversy, Benjamin was a silk merchant--one of many who kept his Quincy powers in check to appease Soul Society and its strict laws, and to avoid dealing damage to the delicate balance of life and death. The vast resources of his long-lived family allowed him and his relatives to remain isolated from the growing struggles of their race, and their contentment with the rules tha
Maybe ...Maybe ...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It wasn't my intention, to give birth to a mudblood A demon-child But he's not a demon. If anything, he's more human than beast. And I love him with all my heart ."
Those beautiful words resonated softly in Karlee's slightly-elven ears. His amber eyes though slightly misty were lively and alert, in a sense smiling at the memory. His mother's last words before she was stoned to death by the people of his village Those few words that meant absolutely everything to him.
He sat back in the juncture between limb and trunk in the tree he was precariously perched upon. He watched as apple-blossom petals scattered in the light wind and landed delicately on the ground. He lifted his hand, extending a clawed finger, and brushed one of the silky petals as it tumbled to Earth. His pasty skin was given a light golden hue as light filtered past the leaves and branches, giving him an almost angelic appearance.
He preferred to stay here ou
Perpetual RenaissancePerpetual Renaissance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps it was preposterous to turn something like this in yes, the homework assignment the day previous was to write a poem but a poem like this? Ran thought no, knew he could do better. He could have chosen a subject he actually liked such as vampires or nighttime something he was good at writing and describing; but did he? No. He had to go and choose a topic that was completely and utterly foreign to him love. Yes, he had experienced infatuation before which he foolishly mistook to be love but that did not mean he was familiar with the emotion per se. Ran loved to experience knew things and he strived to become a better poet, so he figured it would be nice to try a new element a new tactic He thought it would be a wonderful new adventure was it? No.
Even so; what had compelled him to write about this ungodly thing? As of now; he wasn't positive
Vampire Rose de CapuletVampire Rose de Capulet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vampire Rose dé Capulet
Yuukie took his twin's hand in his own, staring deeply into his identical brown eyes. Ichirou his brother gazed at him with regretful eyes, tears threatening to bubble over his lower lids. Yuukie scowled. "Don't cry, Aniki " he whispered to the slightly older male. "You didn't know your own strength. It's not your fault; Hikaru didn't tell you you'd be so strong "
Ichirou's eyes suddenly flashed yet they were still void of life. "Not my fault?" The other eight-year-old echoed in a distraught voice. "Jesus, Yuu-chan I killed our mother!" He cried out snatching his hand away. "I hate this!" He exclaimed angrily; "I hate being a vampire! I wish Hikaru had never turned me into one!" He began to cry, and Yuukie moved to wrap his arms around the slightly elder boy; allowing him to sob heavily into his chest.
The younger boy cooed to his brother, stroking his hair back; whispering words of comfort in his ear. Though he was the young
The Final MemoryThe Final Memory2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Final Memory
It's so Cold Where am I? A pair of icy blue eyes opened, momentarily assaulted by a bright light. They shifted first to the left, then to the right, taking in the scenery. The eyes ghosted across figures in fresh white lab-coats; the room smelled of antiseptic and other hospital-like things An unnerving atmosphere had long-since enveloped this room The boy with blue eyes heard the lab-dressed people murmuring excitedly to each other. He couldn't understand what they were saying, and he couldn't help but become puzzled. He tilted his head to the side, his snowy white locks shifting gently and brushing against his shoulders, shrouding his beautiful ice-laden gaze. What is this place ? He asked himself as he sat up, the blanket that had covered his naked body entirely pooling around his waist.
"He's awake!" He heard one man in white say, and everyone quickly turned, rushing towards the boy. They looked at him for a fe
When society fallsAs we watchWhen society falls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This society fall
Let us all remember
What we were fighting for
Freedom from oppression
Safety from suppression
To fight without a cause
Isn't to really fight at all
We may think we rule the world
But really the world rules us all
That NightThat Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I will do what I want! I don't have to tell you guys all the time!" I winced a little as I heard my brothers' voice yelling. I really didn't know why he was yelling so much, and always at our parents anymore. I mean I know that Toshi sometimes didn't agree with what they did, but he normally listened to them. As of late, that had changed.
I was in my room, in my pajamas, and hugging one of my teddy bears close to me. My room might be on the second floor of our home, but I could still hear them clearly when they were yelling. Just like I could hear my brother coming up the stairs right now. How did I know it was him? There were a few reasons: a) he was muttering: b) he was the only one that stomped up here. The room that our parents used was down the stairs.
"Toshi." I said as I climbed off my bed, and out into the hall. He stopped and looked at me in an irritated matter: even though I wasn't sure why.
"What is it, brat?" He always called me that lately. I didn't care. I knew h
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
Delirant: Part IIDelirant: Part II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I gave a groan as I sat up drenched in a cold sweat. It wasn't like he was sleeping or that he slept often for that matter as much as it was he was dozing. The things that he saw in his "dreams" weren't normal.... They were things that had actually happened. Most of the time they weren't even his memories to remember. They happened to be memories that belonged to Mamoru.
Mamoru was a fairly old vampire he'd been alive for decades. It was a miracle that he hadn't become weak like most leech's his age. Then again he was a special case in the world that was filled with darkness and bloodshed. One in a million vampires had powers; the ones that did were highly respected, and produced strong offspring. That was one of the perks of being descended by the older much older vampire. I was stronger than most.
One of his powers was to stay connected over long periods of time with the humans that he changed, or attempted to change in my mothers case. He ha
Welsch Laffarou Pt. 1Welsch Laffarou Pt. 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Welsch Laffarou
Nickname(s): The Sleeping Dragon; the Sparrow; Neon Green
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Former Classification: Vasto Lorde
Alliance: Segunda Espada
Aspect of Death: Apathy
Privilege: Ciudad de la Luz (City of Light)
Appearance: Welsch Laffarou is a tremendously powerful Arrancar born from a flippant spirit of pure, uncaring apathy--drawn from the masses of life and twisted into a Hollow just over a century ago. For much of his existence in the sands of Hueco Mundo, the only things that kept him from being consumed were his ironic speed (when roused from his comfortable roost and almost perpetual state of rest) and his staggering strength, which became both a legend and a fearful rumor across the infinite desert. However, he only ate when he felt hungry; he only fought when he was harassed; and he had no real interest in moving up the ladder of evolut
The Detention 2 "Okay, let us hear you." Hanna, very shakily, took out her guitar. "This world will never be, what I expected. And if there's something wrong, who would have guessed it? I will not leave alone, everything that I own! To make you feel like its not to late, its never too late!"The Detention 22 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stopped singing And I see Barry's face staring into space. She looked at Neil and saw him just staring at her! Adam was speechless and Brad looked like he was about to pass out!
"You guys.. liked me singing?" Simultaneously they all nodded. "Um..." Said Adam "You got talent. More than me.." Hanna gasped "No way! You are a god at music! And, you are my role model! Their role model!" She pointed at Lilian and Li. Who by this time were drooling into a bucket. "How dare you say that!?!?" "Well.. I was addicted!" "I don't care!" she said angrily "You broke your addiction and now look at you! You're even sober!! And you quit smoking!" She droope