Good morning, Trouble 2Ben knocked a second time, but nobody answered. He sighed. There had to be someone here, after all this was a police station!Good morning, Trouble 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No answers. The doorbell seemed to be broken; at least nobody had reacted to it. He gave it one last try and then turned around to get back into his car. He threw the undelivered parcel on the backseat and turned the key. His boss would probably freak out and call him a lazy ass who couldn't even deliver a parcel to the police station. If he was especially lucky, she wouldn't believe that there'd been nobody around and fire him. Just great.
Ben turned his car around and left the small parking lot in front of the station. Maybe it'd be alright if he delivered all the other stuff on time the car's built-in watch seemed to smirk at him.
"Hey, just what do you think you know about how fast I can deliver my parcels?"
The watch just kept grinning, and somehow the thought that it'd probably be right in the end made him a bit angry. "I'm doi
No snow tonightFrom the top of the towers they seem:No snow tonight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not walk among those men.
Whenever I went to bed
she would sing me
the saddest song in the world
where the hero just tries to forget.
From the top of the towers
to walk among those men.
They are bears in a wolf's disguise.
Where the landlord despises his daughter
and only the fool tries to help
where a madman is doctor
and bribes induce love.
From the top of the towers
like a snowflake, to live or to die.
For those who desire to know why:
Had I not come down that night
slow as a child
with my wallet clutched safely
in hands, pale and white
From the top of the towers
would have fallen like snow in the night.
No snow tonight; only blood in the streets
angry men who decide
their right for the crime
while the girl sings a wish-song:
"Don't let them come home."
Roadmap burningThis is the easy way.Roadmap burning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every wall to break through is bribed,
every thorny rose cut by able hands.
The steps you can make are numbered, but certain.
Do not ask of the hard way,
for its walls are of stone
and the paths are painful,
every step leading backwards instead of ahead.
Did you think the world worked like a fairytale,
having you choose which way to take?
Did you think you'd just turn and say:
"I'll choose my own damn way",
proceeding to walk towards orange sunsets
or a meaningful death as a tragic hero?
I thought you were wiser than this.
See, every step of the way is lined out on a map
of hopes and precautions, the dreams you develop
are caught and observed and then nourished or crashed
by the guardians you're given and the ones you select.
I would love to say: "As for the correct way
to get out of this mess and live peacefully,"
and add anything truthful and useless to that,
but the truth is, I wouldn't believe it;
and neither would you, rarely wise one.
poem: What Do You Wantpoem: What Do You Want4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What do you want
Can't you leave me
What was paper
Is now steel
I don't want to hurt
I'm not coming back
Now I've left you
Akatsuki PicnicDeidara, have you seen my nail polish? Itachi stuck his head into Sasoris room, where the two artists were creating an abstract piece of art, a.k.a. a big lump of charred wood.Akatsuki Picnic7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Deidara looked too innocent for Itachis liking. He burst into the room and began to root through all the drawers.
Dont lie, I know you did.
Dont open that one! Deidara yelled. It was too late for Itachi. In a burst of sizzling smoke and flame, the drawer blew up and singed a good part of Itachis ponytail off.
Eeeek! Itachi felt his hair frantically. How much is burned? Tell me! He shoved his ponytail into Deidaras face.
Deidara turned away and frowned. Im not going to tell you anything. Those were my favorite clay creations, and you detonated them.
And you sayYou say you'd like to punch his lights out, but the lights can't go out if they were never on. So instead you're breaking glass and your knuckles are bruised and it hurts, because the glass is thick, it's strong. He'd like to think it's bulletproof, but everything has it's breaking point. Sot here's shards of glass scattered everywhere and blood on the floor. And there are scars and they're deep, the wounds run deeper than flesh because we all know that just like glass, pride never bends (t least not for ever), it only breaks. When it does he screams and he's like an earthquake, the world is shaking all around you and it's all crumbling to pieces. And his fury is like a thunderstorm, it's a shock to your system and you're drowning in the floodwater, electricity and water never have mixed well. The sky is gray, it's dark and you can't see the horizon. But hold steady, a storm can't last for ever and the sky will clear. The sun will come out and it is warmth, it is light; it iAnd you say5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Legal ChoicesLiable and Lie-able:Legal Choices4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is able-bodied.
Will you believe him?
Should he tell you of scarlet-red rubies and forests in the dark?
Or trick you into this and that
and stop that sleeping for a while.
This bloody liability
will need some lie-ability.
Good morning, TroubleFrom the darkness war is drippingGood morning, Trouble4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
through the seams of what we know
our hopes are stained, our dreams are wet
our lives will be drenched in it soon.
From the darkness war is dripping,
oozing out through gates and walls
if I were a river
I'd spill by now.
So open your eyes and see what I am,
I am contrast to you and your sabotage,
I am new.
The beast moved in the darkness, and the world felt it, like a shadow the stir crept over its surface, every tree, every blade of grass shivered under its slight vibrations. It was a prelude, a friendly 'Good morning' to the apocalypse.
Deep within a forest a naked man exited a cave. He scratched the back of his head and felt a bit weary. Was it time again already? He yawned, sunlight falling down through his well-kempt, waist-long blonde hair, and started the usual routine. He began with the senses, as always, closing his eyes and re-opening them a few times. He tried the same thing with his nose and ears only to find that there were apparently no m
Happy Birthday mama.Happy Birthday mama.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You gave me life,
And gave me faith.
Passing on this love for others.
Of all the years I've known you,
Since the beginning of my life.
You never thought of yourself,
You'd always care for the needs of everyone else.
Pushing your own aside,
Oh how it once worried me,
To see how selfless you were.
I'd watch you open your home to a stranger in need.
To give gumbo to that little child.
Oh mother, how I miss you so.
I pray one day I'll be just like you,
That your smiling down from Heaven,
Proud of the woman I've become.
Thanks to your love, your precious heart.
And though it's almost been a year since our -
- Father led you home, I still can't surpass this feeling.
Cause on this day, the day you were born,
It hurts the worse.
But mama, Happy birthday,
I'll see you again, Praising our Lord.
The silence of a beating drumOnce upon a time the silenceThe silence of a beating drum5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
Good morning, Trouble 3Crossing his fingers, Ben grabbed the parcel and started out of the car. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. At least there was a realistic chance of everything going well, if he could manage to speed up just a little after this, and maybe-Good morning, Trouble 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just then, he noticed the shape of the object the policemen were carrying. Didn't that look like a person? Wrapped in a dirty-looking trash bag? Probably just his imagination. He'd always had a very lively one, spending hours thinking about the most unnecessary and strange things that could have happened whenever he came across a strange situation. Usually, reality didn't turn out as eventful as he thought it would, but he was the kind of person who liked to think that someday he'd be right, and then he'd run around rubbing it in the faces of everyone who'd ever frowned upon him for 'inventing' those things in that high school news article years ago. So what if the disappearance of the groundkeeper's dog wasn't due to his Chinese heritage
20I am the salt water leaves outside204 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
commonly belittled, frequently dreamshaken
Threateningly, perfectionists intellectualize greatheartedness,
Jeff The Killer PROLOUGEJeff The Killer PROLOUGE3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
PROLOUGE:GO TO SLEEP
Jeff lay their on his dusty couch and strocked the bloody knife that he held close to him. He placed the murder weapon on the ground and began to rise from the couch. He looked around his child-hood home and admirred his work. Jeff's brother and both of his parents lay on the floor, each in their own pool of blood. Jeff stepped close to his mother's now lifeless body and stared into her pale eyes. "Time to go to sleep guys. It's getting late" Jeff said with a slight giggle afterwards. He slowly walked to each of the body's and closed their eyes. It was the least he could do. Jeff grabbed his things off of the kitchen table and headed for the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Bye Liu!" Jeff closed the door behind him and headed off to school.
A wise man saidI went down to the boulevardA wise man said4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and watched the sun set all alone
I thought I heard my favourite music play
when it was really just rock 'n roll.
And so I turned my back to the morning sun
asked for the first strong drink to come
and as the barman said 'No' I thought I had misheard
but then I saw you through the open door.
A wise man said:
"What you get is never ever what you're looking for
and what you want is rarely ever what you need"
But what I want – it's pretty clear to me
I want you; won't you come with me?
I know the past has got its ghosts and bloody skeletons
I know the future's never ours to see
But in the end I'm just a really foolish simpleton
the only thing that I can lose is me.
~Clarinet Solo. Hell yeah.~
Of course I see that there's a difference
you've got a name and life prepared
you've got it all lined out in your little book
and I'm the one who's getting scared.
So if you feel secure then don't look back
don't save me any of your smiles
but if you're looking for
Misadventures of a Hunter 27Chapter 27: MassacreMisadventures of a Hunter 273 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead 2
Ark made a noise as the horde rushed at them, pulling Ellis to his feet, the mechanic gagging from all of the water and smells. " This stinks!" Ellis commented, spitting some water out and hefting his tire iron, prepared to fight for his life as the horde lunged for them. Ark could have sworn that the horde wasn't nearly as big from when he saw it from on top of the ledge, but all things looked small from a distance anyways. Ellis let out a cry as he was pulled into the murky water by a common infected, Ark growling under his breath before trying to reach the mechanic.
It was his fault for dragging Ellis outside and down the slope, and the others would kill him if something as simple as a horde managed to kill Ellis. He doubted the other man would go down that easy, but better safe than sorry. Finding Ellis in the crowd, swinging his tire iron like it was an extension of his arm, Ark had to duck once to avoid getting hit.
Don't listen to meNote, if you so will, that I am troublesome to you.Don't listen to me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning falls on us like shadow;
we don't need it.
Tell me you will stay forever.
(How I need it.)
Note that I am wooden, and
if ever, seldom moved.
One day and more than seven nights
at this place far away
in the woodlands
the cold lands
the lands of love.
Open your eyes and see my mistakes
I beg you, forgive me not.
In sleep, all children of the wind
share something of its beauty,
of its charm.
Just see that I am worse than most,
as good for you as sand.
But through their sleepy eyes
they do not see:
Who comes to love,
will come to harm.
So wake now, I am begging you
for I can't leave you here
(one more defect
if not my worst)
But still, I must, I will endure
this harm to see you stay
another day, another
seven hundred nights with me.
Jeff the killer OMORASHI storyOK SO TIZ IZ JEFF OMORASHI STORY SO I GOTZ BOREDJeff the killer OMORASHI story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
One fine day,Jeff was taking Smile.dog for a walk.He decided to bring a water bottle for his eyes and for thirst quenching.He walked to the park and stopped.He reloads he was super DUPA thirsty.So he grabbed the water bottle from his bag and drank the whole bottle.He threw the empty bottle in recycling bin.Then he continued walking.About an hour later,he felt a little pressure in his lower abodomen. He had to urinate.But,his apartment was a 2 hour walk away.But he figured he could walk deep in the forest and urinate there.So he started to walk to the forest.But then he remember there was a forest festival so it might be hard to find a spot to urinate.He just walked some more instead and ignored it.But soon the pressure turned from a dull ache to a full stinging sensation.So he started to run to the park to see if they had restrooms.While running he almost choked Smile.He ran so fast he must have been flying an inch off the ground.He fina
History lessonWord War 1History lesson4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The syllables were my infantry
firing their letters in symmetry
using the newest machinery
their grammar grenades lived in infamy.
Word War 2
The counter-attack came unexpected
arguments well thought-up and enacted
strategic technology I had neglected
left heart and soul of my cause unprotected.
Word War 3
Mythos Chapter 1: LineageMythos: Chapter 1Mythos Chapter 1: Lineage2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's almost been 2 years since my brother murdered our parents. Because of how much his appearance had changed, the police hadn't been aware the killer was no longer a brown-haired, smooth-skinned boy. For the last couple years, he's had black hair and white, leatherlike skin. Not just that, his eyelids are no longer there and he had carved a glasgow smile into his cheeks.
The night he had killed our parents, he was nearly able to stab me to death. Luckily I was able to crawl my way to the phone before heavy bleeding became my demise. Despite that though, I still love my brother no less than I ever have. Although being a Christian, I'm required to unconditionally love every living being like our Father above. The wooden cross that hangs on my necklace always reminds me of Jeff, since he owned one just like it. For the last while I've been wondering if he still had it.
If you haven't gotten the hint, I'm Liu, Jeff's older brother.
HeyHey, somewhere along the way I lost youHey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind still follows those lines of orange sand
and wonders about peculiar lightings
and the smell of everyone around.
Why is melancholy so similar to happiness?
Why are the thoughts I have of you
the same I had
again and again.
And why are they different this time?
(I know, I know damn well.)
Hey, somehow I made it all across
just to notice I left someone on the way
I guess he was important
I think I knew him, did you?
Why don't I turn when you scream
and where is my nose, my face, my fucking
horse. I'd love to ride into the sunset
with my outlines clearly defined against the horizon
but you manage to fuck up the photograph
(blurry, blurry mess)
in the end it amounts to a mess of dangerous luck
and a pretty box of shit
and not all change is golden
but what really is.
Yeah, who really is.
Midnight Trap Jeff The Killer part 1***WARNING*** the following fic contains blood, gore and more or less +18 hard core hentie so don't like don't read and PLZ no hating on the use of OC in creepypastaMidnight Trap Jeff The Killer part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
By now the unknown serial killer had, had his whole nightly routine down packed but something about this night just seemed different! There was just something about it that Jeff just couldn't shack, but being who he was he ignored it as he continued to shimmy him self up the drain pipe that lead to an up stares window.
Ones he was up it took him no lil effort to jam his favorite knife under the rim of the widow and pry it open, as silent as his feet would allow him he crept into the large bed room,
He scuffed inward at how rich the family must be, that's when a sound caught his attention and when he found what he was looking for,
As he made hi
Sweet Dreams GerItaLight footfalls sounded through a darkened hallway. Brunette locks swayed languidly as a lithe frame walked into an even darker room. Halting at the doorway, the tan figure closed his caramel-honey pools and took a breath to help further hush his on edge nerves. Feliciano hadn't had a night terror to this extent for some time and he knew the only way that his mind and body would be at ease was if his body was lying next to his best friend, Ludwig.Sweet Dreams GerIta4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Now, the young Vargas knew that Ludwig looked at him as a bother, but a friend nonetheless; but this didn't alter, nor pause the Italian's growing connection with the older lad. So he willed his feet to move closer to the bed of the snoring man. He chose his steps carefully, not wanting to step on a loose plank of the worn out wooden floor. He knew that if he were to make the slightest noise before crawling into the bed with the German, he would be scolded and sent away within seconds.
Success was his. He had managed to avoid the floorboards