an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.no one reads these things.an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sure, i've got myself a watch
list but do any of them even
give a damn about a struggling
writer just trying to get a
grip on humanity? no. it's
all about the publicity.
i will spew these words like
a rising volcano, lava spilling
over the keys as a pen once
scribbled deep into the folds
of blue-lined notebooks and
the flesh of unwounded children.
before words, we are all innocent.
now, we have nothing, people
pretend to read my work but no
one really cares about it. these
compliments are hardly ever
genuine and the defection of
my emotion is hardly ever pleasant.
so i will type these words and
they won't mean a thing, and
people will say "great job"
because they didn't even see that
this poem is ridiculing them.
fuckers don't give a shit about
the feeling but when I swear,
it's an arms race for judgment.
it's juvenile. just read the
words you sought out to and
just maybe you'll save a soul.
Fleur de LysFleur de Lys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fleur de Lys
For thousand nights or more
She frigthtened the city
In search for ancient lore
To live eternally
The loss of her beloved
Twisted her mind slowly
In blood chase she's involved
Fleur de Lys is creepy
Noblewoman of France
Herald of painful death
No one can take her stance
Or can follow her faith
Her gorgeous bloody lips
To a vampire kiss
That leads to damnation
YOLOYOLOYOLO3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
While I love what YOLO should stand for, I hate what it does stand for. For those of you who do not know, YOLO is a popular initialism among teens and young adults these days, and stands for "you only live once."
While this is a wonderful way to think about life, but it is being perverted by peer pressure -- "Take another shot, YOLO".
That is not living life, that is letting others live their life through you. In that moment, you chose to let someone else steal that moment from you. To have someone steal that part of you for themselves, you are not living your life; you are allowing someone to live a second life through your actions. With that action you become a puppet to their will, and forsake part of the life you only live once.
I propose an addendum, "YOLOSLFY" -- "You only live once, so live for yourself." Sure, it's not as short but I hope more people use it in the future.
Cloaked Schemer -Zexion Trib.-Of Intellegence and silent wit;Cloaked Schemer -Zexion Trib.-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of shadows embracing it.
Of scheming brilliance and a younger mind;
Of words that are not too kind.
Of experiments and testing;
Of disguises that are all too jesting.
Oily silence mocks you clear;
Save your loved ones while you still hold them dear...
I Miss YouI miss you.I Miss You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your
The feel of your
arms around me.
The look in your
eyes when you tell
me you love me.
I miss your smile
and your laugh.
The sound of your
voice and the feel
of you next to me.
I miss the smiles
you gave me and
the joy you brought
I miss you.
My smile, my joy.
(7 October 2012)
No/UnseenNo angel calls my name.No/Unseen2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No heaven waits for me.
No love to call my own,
No arms to hold me.
No death to take me.
No hate to scorn me.
No one will take my
Not even the depths
This is my punishment
for sins done in lives
Not even hated.
Until this world's end
My soul walks alone.
Unseen by the eyes of
Heaven and hell.
Unseen by the eyes
(18 October 2012)
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
THE ART CRIMES: WonderlandTHE ART CRIMES: Wonderland4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Wonderland
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Some days you feel like you're walking in a dream, and although everything's real, you just feel invincible.
I don't know much about nature, and even less I know about myself - but when I saw Carmen's tree I realized that my magical journey has just begun.
Ich konnte ihn nicht ansehen, doch ich ging direkt auf ihn zu.
Seine Blätter rauschten im Wind, und links und rechts von mir waren Weinreben. Der Pfad war schmal, und ich achtete nur auf den Weg direkt vor meinen Füßen.
Es hatte geregnet, und der Geruch war unverwechselbar: Würzige, feuchtwarme Erde.
Ich ging langsam, und einen Augenblick lang hatte ich das Gefühl, dass der Boden unter mir wie ein Laufband hinter mich glitt und dass ich niemals in der Lage sein würde, die Rinde des Baumes zu berühren.
Der Baum stand alleine, und seine Grö
I. VoiceI haven't told him,I. Voice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but his name sits on my lips
as a psalm,
and if I say it too quickly,
I've taken it in vain.
And I find solace in his voice,
the cradle of a canyon.
I close my eyes and am
I have no desire to return,
for this is home.
A Guide To TrollsA Guide To TrollsA Guide To Trolls3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
May I present the common or garden troll.
These creatures are often found lurking around internet forums, chat sites, and various other web pages.
Their main purpose in life is to 'flame', 'hate', 'spam' or otherwise 'troll' the fellow members of their online community. This causes annoyance and anger in the victims of the troll, which may lead them to posting angry and/or exasperated comments on the trolls wall/page/etc. This leads us to the troll's diet.
Trolls thrive on the attention given to it by others. This usually comes in the form of aggressive comments or patient requests to "get a ******* life". These comments/posts fuel the troll's endless desire for attention which, in turn, increases its need for them.
Trolls can be identified by one or more of the following attributes:
-General moronic idiocy
In a troll's lifespan, they are most active from the ages twelve to thirty. After this time, they hope
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
" I Love her"
You said those three words making my heart sink.
like my heart was a boat gusting with water and over floating
Your green eyes
Your way of saying my name
I love but why can't you see
Just A friend
Just A best friend
but you always look pass me
like I'm invisible
but i'm not, you know that
A Beauty queen, that's what you want?
To have someone that is beautiful on the outside but ugly inside?
Her Bad attitude that what's you love?
No, her sitting on boys's laps when you are not there?
is this what you love about her?
Could you ever love ... an awkward girl?
Kingdom Hearts Christmas Song SpectacularSoraKingdom Hearts Christmas Song Spectacular2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Good evening everybody. You may know me as Sora. The main protagonist who wield the mighty Keyblade.
[Riku clears throat]
We, all of us here at Kingdom Hearts would like to wish you a Merry Christmas.
Or a Happy Hanukkah!
Happy St. Stephen's Day!
What about Kwanzaa?
Silly Roxas. There is no black people in Japamerica.
[A Shadow Heartless became sad]
Yo. Yo. Wha do ya mean there's no black people in Kingdom Hearts? Wha about yours truly?
For the last time you idiot. You're not black. You're not even Asian.
Sorry big brother. Better luck next time.
That sucks yo!
Can we move on? This sweater is itchy.
Ok, we've prepared a musical holiday greeting that we would like to sing for you.
Dem-Dem. Would you mind start the music?
I Miss You TooI miss you too,I Miss You Too2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you feel
in my arms.
The look in your
eyes when you said
you loved me too.
The smile that
shines across your
Your laugh that brings
joy to my heart.
I miss the happiness
that I feel when
you're near me
The light you
bring to my life.
I miss you too
My light, my happiness.
(7 October 2012)
Snape X Hermione - Don't Cry"You may all begin your tests."Snape X Hermione - Don't Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor Severus Snape's delicious voice echoed through Hermione's delicate ears like a wolf's howl in the dark woods. She knew she had to get her test done, to receive yet another "Outstanding" in her O.W.L., but her eyes were firmly fixed on Snape. She stared at him admiringly until he finally noticed her oogling at him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, making her blush and quickly look back at her paper. She hadn't started on it yet. She quickly scribbled her answers on it; It was done in less than a minute, but, nevertheless, each of her answers were correct. She knew it. They had to be. They just HAD to be.
As time passed by, Hermione noticed that everyone else was still working on their O.W.L. test. She decided to spend her free-time looking at Snape when he wasn't looking at her. But, for some reason, everytime she tried to look at him, he noticed, and that just made her quickly look back to her paper, pretending to scribble more answers onto it.
I remember...I remember,I remember...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was young
I would stare at pretty girls in awe.
I thought I was just jealous
That they were more attractive,
And cuter than me
My first crush
He was funny and cute as can be.
But when I would think of him
I found my thoughts sometimes drifting,
To that girl in my maths class
My best friend
How my feelings for her changed.
Sometimes I had the urge
To pull her body close to me,
And press our lips together
When I would cry
I would sob into my pillow.
My mind was in utter turmoil
As I didn't understand how,
I could like girls as well as boys
The midnight talks
My friend's kind words and support.
She helped me start to see the light,
And begin to accept my true self
My mother's words
She shook her head and sighed.
'It's just a phase' she told me,
'You'll grow out of it soon enough'
My first kiss
With my friend in a field.
She told me she was only 'curious',
But for a while I longed for more
The Reason For MystereThe Reason For Mystere3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Reason for Mystere
Another RT Fic
Phantom R stood out on the little balcony that his apartment had offered him. The events surrounding Napoleon's first attack on Paris had happened 11 hours past, and R couldn't stop thinking about it.
R didn't bother to change back into his Raphael clothes, as it was 1:34 AM and no one was awake. All the citizens were asleep. All the other criminals were asleep. All the constables were asleep.
And yet, one officer, one zany, tentative inspector, was awake at the other end of town. Inspector Paul Jericho Vergier, father of Charlotte, wife of Emma, stayed awake all night.
Why? R didn't know.
How did R know he was awake? Because he got this crazy idea to call the inspector up about... Well, stuff in general.
(*THE FOLLOWING IS A CALL LOG*)
R: Da dada do do...
Vergier: Paris Police Department, how may I help you?
R: By not being constantly on my case, for one.
Vergier: RHYTHM THIEF! WHY, IF MY LINE TRACKER WERE AWAKE, YOU WOULD BE A COCHON FLAMBE,
The Nightmarish Problem: Part 4The Nightmarish Problem: Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emmy Altava, Luke Triton, and Professor Layton were all in the living room of Dahlia's and Livie's house. Emmy and Luke were playing a card game in the corner of the room. Professor Layton was on the sofa, fiddling with his fingers. He was thinking about what happened a few moments ago.
"Please help me," Livie said. Her eyes were pouring waterfalls of tears. She got up and stood over the professor. Her looking down at the professor made him very uncomfortable. He got up on his knees to be eye level with Livie.
"I can help you. I will do everything I can to do so," Professor Layton said. He placed his hands on Livie's shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. Livie forced out a small smile, but it quickly went back into a frown. Luke ran over to the professor's side and looked at Livie.
"I will help too," Professor Layton's apprentice said proudly. Livie raised her arms slightly towards him, but she ended up stomping her foot and running up the stairs that led to the second f
LovelustYou are the moon,Lovelust2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That crowned queen of the night sky,
And I fall to you,
A slain enemy
To an angel's sword,
Stabbed through and through,
I fall to you.
Do not talk to me of that poison,
That seeps through a fool's mind
And brings folly, makes you blind;
I won't fall to that
Insidious insinuation of affection.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
And yet I do.
I love you.
I wish to be with you,
But without that which
Would come if I were with you.
I wish to be with and without,
With what I would have
And without what I will have;
But all roads point to
You, what are you?
That rides along the road
And which I would gladly throw myself under?
I would certainly throw myself under you.
The great She.
The great Perhaps;
The master of me.
Love. Love. Love.
A loaded gun.
A pain sweet as cyanide,
And try as I might,
I cannot hide
From the lightning storm rage
Of the notorious Perhaps,
And it feels like a relapse
To fall into you.
I used t
On Death's WingsThe music of the Sunrise fadesOn Death's Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As Death descends upon fiery wings.
His steel scythe glints in the light of his wings.
His eyes filled with black flames.
His shadow hastens the tearful Sunset
As a Starless night descends upon all.
Death comes on devil's wings.
To claim his promised souls.
To Hell they go for sins unforgiven.
Carried by death on his fiery wings.
To burn for eternity for the evils
they have done and the hurt they
By Death's Curse shall you be carried
to judgement inescapable on
Death's fiery wings.
(11 April 2012)
Residents of Castle Bleck: HeadcanonA/N: I've been writing around the Mario fandom for a while now and kind of developed some headcanon about the relationships between these characters and the Count Bleck-Verse as well I'm doing a RP and this is for the sole purpose of referring back to this if something is added or is taken away.Residents of Castle Bleck: Headcanon2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Castle Itself: Castle Bleck is a huge castle with many rooms and passageways, so it makes it extremely easy to get lost. There are in total thirteen floors and a courtyard in the back (where nothing grows, of course) Each room of the minions (Mimi, Dimentio, O'Chunks, Nastasia, and Mr. L) have magical qualities. They change to what the person who sleeps within them desires. There is also a basement, where Mr. L first made Brobot (and kept everyone awake due to the unknown noises). For entertainment, there's an arcade and a theatre, but the rest of the castle are just rooms with many secrets..
Count Bleck: When he isn't looking over
Introduction - Theme1Blind.Introduction - Theme14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Confusion swallowed Erettla whole, numbing her aching body. A rough cloth encircled her head, shutting off her eyes, her ears, her voice. Panic fluttered around in her being, making her stomach twist as fear shot through her veins like a hungry poison. Heavy, cold chains wrapped like a snake around her bloody wrists, weighing her down as she stumbled along. She frantically searched her mind for why she was here, how she got here but all she got back was a strange blackness. Nothing. Not a single memory sat in her mind. It was nothing but an empty void, and all she was left with was a strange burning sensation throughout her scalp.
What is happening to me? Why am I here?
An angry murmur came from her left, followed by the rough shove of a pair of hands. She stumbled painfully ahead, tears building in her eyes, burning them, unable to spill down
Ode a PhotoshopÔ monde cruel, là où la Vérité n'existe plus,Ode a Photoshop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Là ou un masque se pose sur toutes les lèvres,
Comment puis-je m'exposer?
Comment puis-je ouvrir mon intégrité?
Les gens rêvent de tout, de tout de rien.
Laideur est un artifice répugnant,
Erreur est châtiée par les plus grands,
Mais mon coeur désire ce qui est plaie,
Mais mon coeur désire ce qui est vrai.
Ôtez de ma vue ces hommes au regard perçant,
La couleur de ces yeux n'est point celle de leurs âmes.
Crachez les photographies éclatantes de mensonges,
Brûlez le bonheur artificiel de vos vingt ans,
Le vrai est souffrant à voir et rares sont ceux qui le regardent;
La sombre trahison est beaucoup plus attirante que la douloureuse Vérité.
Quelle est donc cette Vérité? Que tout le monde est infect pour quelqu'un.
Sachez voir ce tribut non pas comme la fin, mais comme un pas de plus.
Composé en toute artificialit
The phone callThe phone call3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Arthur lay under his duvet and stared at the ceiling, he just couldn't sleep! Too many thoughts flew around in his head, too many thoughts about him. This wasn't the first time Arthur lay wide awake in bed, it had happened a lot lately. He was in love. This restlessness tore him apart; he couldn't handle this anymore, ha had to tell him. Not caring about the clock showing 02.00 AM, the Englishman grabbed the phone and dialled the number to Francis.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shone on a clear blue sky and it was just enough wind to cool you down. Francis lay on the beach surrounded by women, but the Frenchman didn't give them one single look. His eyes were on the man a few meters away from him, the one with the green emerald eyes, big eyebrows and messy hair, the one with the thick, sexy English accent. He watched as the man turned around and started to walk towards him, his arms were opened ready to hug around the Frenchman and Francis' lovely dream was suddenly
The Nightmarish Problem: Part 1The Nightmarish Problem: Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: I always assume that Luke lives with Professor Layton considering that he is his apprentice, and he visits his parents every now and then. If he doesn't live with the Professor in the series, well too bad, because he does in this fan-fiction. Also, some stuff in this may be a bit off, because I haven't made contact with any of the Professor Layton games in such a long time.
Morning finally arrived in London, and a whole new day started. The sunlight found its way through the curtains of Luke Triton's bedroom, and it soon hit his eyes. He stirred quickly in his bed and he sat straight up, panting. He looked around his room as he tried to calm himself down. He quickly rubbed the sweat of his forehead, jumped out of bed, and he ran to the kitchen, hoping to find Professor Layton there.
Luke skidded to a halt as he approached the kitchen. He peeked his head through the doorway, and he could see the professor brewing some tea. The aroma calmed Luke down more, so he