Song of StormsLook aroundSong of Storms6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hear the screams
Can you hear the sound of dreams?
As the rain falls down
All around the town
Touch the clouds
Hide the sun
A song of storms has begun
Close your eyes and feel the rain...
Where I am
Everything has been a sham
The raindrops are gone
All 'cause of this song
Here we stand
To the town and all their dreams
Play this song when things go wrong.
AkuRoku - I Hate NeedlesRoxas detested, loathed and hated with all his heart- needles. A common fear and one the short, spiky blond, blue eyed nineteen year old shared with a large portion of the world. However with this fear came an extra curse and that was Roxas' good nature.AkuRoku - I Hate Needles4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This particular blond would do anything he could to help people, if his friend had a problem then he'd be the shoulder, if his brother needed him to pick him up at 3am he just couldn't say no and what he'd been doing for the past year to go with his good naturism was give blood.
So far he'd been able to suck it up and deal with it, he didn't have to look, if he thought about something else, kept his breathing steady and kept his eyes firmly shut he could last the time it took to remove his blood and be on his way with some nausea but nothing more serious. Today was supposed to go according to that very plan, keep himself calm and he'd be fine, yep, that was the plan, but how well did plans go accordingly?
"I swear you're
cotton-heart suicideher name was lily and she told me that she spent her nights sewing new hearts for herself.cotton-heart suicide6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she told me that she made them out of silk and cotton. she said that they were beautiful reds and deep scarlets, sewn together with thin white thread.
every night, hunched over her sewing machine, she would recreate her heart, hoping that one day she'd make one that would beat.
she told me that she kept butterflies on necklaces because she was too afraid that they would fly away. she'd keep them on silver chains around her neck; dangling close to her heart.
she said that if she could, she would tie them to her hips or nail their colours to her wall.
when i asked her why she didn't want them to fly away, she said that they reminded her of me.
that on her necklaces, their paper-thin wings beat.
that when she held them close to her cotton-hearts, she could feel something;
she tells me one afternoon on the way home with sad eyes, that she loves me. she tells me to never, ever
in my dreamsonce, i held your laughter; filled with quick breaths and quiet smiles and loud heart beats. it quickly fell through, though and shattered into sadness. i could take a thousand and three photographs of your smile and every single time i would smile back at you and miss you. you look so good in photographs, you look like change is just fairy tale, you look like summer nights and spring mornings; your eyes shine through like a mirror.in my dreams5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
except things do change, and out of those thousand and three photos, you would never know that your smile never lasts. your eyes are hurt in the dim light, and you look like you forgot to wake up. i dream about the photographs, the old times, the lively nights we spent waiting for the sun.
i miss when the photographs were my reality; not my dreams.
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
there's more fact to fictioni shouldn't tell you this. not because it doesn't matter, but because you simply do not exist. it took me a long time to admit this so i will not be easily convinced otherwise.there's more fact to fiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i find i can no longer imagine a world with you in it. i can no longer remember a past that makes sense to me. i have no idea where i've been or where i'm going and all of this just does not even matter to me. i swear, though, i haven't gone crazy. at least not yet. i'm giving myself another few days before reality completely falls away.
but don't worry about me. it'll all be okay. i just can't be concerned right now.
see, the catalyst to this situation is really just a switch i flipped inside my mind that is probably going to be the complete undoing of me. because the easiest solution to not thinking of you in the wrong way was to not think of you at all. so i don't wonder how you're doing or what you're thinking. i don't call or write or imagine your face. even when i feel the sting of your name on my lips, i
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It Is (Depression)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
Adventures of the Merman He looked around warily; almost certain he heard a noise. But, that had been happening lately, after his run in with that strange man and his device. What it was, exactly, he was not sure, but he knew never to go near a boat ever again... at least, not one so big. Small fishermen boats were never usually a problem for him, and he enjoyed watching its movements from below.Adventures of the Merman6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WHY, exactly, he had become so interested in humans, hed never know.
All he understood at the moment was that he so desperately wanted to understand them again. He used to live among them, many years ago.
Why was it he couldnt just visit them from time to time? It was so boring down here nowadays.
Mentally he scolded himself for believing he could go back to the surface. Not after that sort of incident....
He touched his hand to his ear and felt the ominous fluid coming from it. He turned his head and saw red, albeit diluted greatly, in the
RevengeBecause of the way your eyesRevenge5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
answered the questions
she refused to ask,
because you inspired her
with this feeling she
couldn't sleep off,
because you made
an empty island of her bed,
because, on the nights she couldn't sleep,
she began counting all the ways
she could say your name,
because she'd rather let loneliness
make an art of her than be alone,
because she began to dream
too deep of being eaten,
because she began to see the moon
as the embodied ache of her chest,
because her clothes became
an expression of her wish
to be undressed
and because she no longer knew
what to do when Love sat on her sofa
with a smile that spilt like guilt,
she decided to spend her wishes
on setting fire to the stars
that yearned above your bed.
Big and HungryThis moment was perfect; there was no way Noreat was going to let it slip past him. The King was locked in that hazy plain between awake and asleep, just barely aware of the world around him and yet aware enough to know he was no longer dreaming. Usually, this moment was annoying for him, but right now it was everything he could ever want. Noreat could feel Zephyr with him at this very second. The older man's big warm arms were locked around his back, Noreat's face was pressed into his lovers chest. He could even hear Zephyr's heartbeat drumming in his ears. Noreat didn't move, didn't twitch, and didn't even dare to breathe too deeply. This was a rare moment for him. He usually couldn't remember Zephyr in his entirety like this. Most of the time all he was able to recall would be the heartbeat, the tough textured skin, the feeling of Zephyr's breath against his neck. Great GodBig and Hungry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your Number One FanYour Number One Fan4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hikari sat down under the shade of a tree, feeling extremely bored. She wanted to stroll down the park. But she can't. She wanted to buy something for herself. Well, she still can't. And she wants to be free from all those fans who keep on stalking her. Again, she can't. Then, she sighed and mentally noted to herself to not mind popularity for once. She decided to go home and die out of boredom.
She walked uneasily and hastily, fearing that some random fan might take a picture of her or glomp her. Successfully though, she was about to reach Twinleaf. But before she enetered her town, she went to the lake, telling herself that it's a remote place and no one - even her fans - are there to disturb her.
She happily walked towards lake Verity, all the memories of her pokemon adventures pouring in like nostalgia. "Speaking of nostalgia, I wonder where's Jun." She asked herself, as she slowly set aside the bushes in her way. When she finally reached the said lake, she smiled, seeing nobody el
BloodlustBloodlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within
i'm leaving the page blanki'm leaving this page blank todayi'm leaving the page blank6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because even if i filled it up with
'i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry'
it still wouldn't be enough
because i ran out of reasons to love you
because i ran out of reasons to love myself
because i fell into a hole,
steeper than i can climb
and forgiveness just isn't the same as forgetting
because i'm not just skin and bones and muscle,
i'm a person, this is my home.
and the difference is that i have a soul,
unwanted, maybe, but a soul.
because the only rhythm i could ever keep
was the sound of my heart-beat
because i won't have to say
this may be the last you'll see of me
but you'll love the girl i become next week
i don't want to remember who i was before
so i can forget the words that echo in my head
when you said, "look, all your stories are dead."
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
Playing Tag (Riley/Steven)When Riley met Steven four months ago on Iron Island, the land of a thousand breeds of Steel-type Pokemon, the first thing he did was ridicule.Playing Tag (Riley/Steven)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I thought the Champions were type-neutral," Riley heckled, the first thing he said as he stumbled upon Steven training against the wild Pokemon of the island. "You train only Steel types? That's rather close-minded, Hoenn-boy."
Steven had frowned at him, this man with the strangely slanted hat, indigo attire, and the sturdy-eyed Lucario that stood beside him. Pluck a feather in his cap, and he could have been a sixteenth-century thief. "How did you know that I'm the Hoenn Champion?" Steven inquired.
"I can tell a Champion from the way he stands and the way he fights," Riley said.
"Thank you," Steven replied, taking that as a compliment.
Riley had cackled. "I never said your fighting style was good, sir." He paused. "Oh, and people from Hoenn have an accent that sounds like a foghorn. Just a thought."
That set the tone for Steven and Riley's fr
As If I Were SandYou once told me a secret,As If I Were Sand8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispered it in my ear.
And I looked at you at once,
And I saw no fear.
So I gave you my trust,
Pressed it into your hand,
And it slipped through your fingers
As if it were sand.
You once came to my bed,
And sang me to sleep.
And you whispered that each lyric
Was mine to keep.
So I gave you my song,
Pressed it into your hand,
And it slipped through your fingers
As if it were sand.
You once gave me your heart,
And held me with your hands,
But I slipped through your fingers
As if I were sand.
bird cage girlthe doctors diaognosed me as mentally unstable,bird cage girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ready to snap at any moment, and a patient who should
be on lockdown and confined by four white walls.
i think they neglected to realize i already have cages
of my own.
Sometimes I Wish...Sometimes I wish that I didn't have eyesSometimes I Wish...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Couldn't see you when you walk by
Couldn't stare at you when you turn around
And when you look back at me, I would look down
Couldn't see you happy when I'm not there
When I'm alone, but you don't really care
And my heart wouldn't hurt just by looking at you
When you smile that goofy smile that you do
That smile that I always wished could be mine
But I knew that I could never have it
Sometimes I wish that I didn't have ears
Couldn't hear the things that I want to hear
Couldn't hear your voice speaking softly to me
Or, rather, to someone I know I can't be
And when you talk, or laugh, or sing
I wouldn't consider them painful things
They're only things I wouldn't know
It might be better that way, though
And I couldn't tell what you're really saying
And could imagine that it was about me.
Sometimes I wish that I was the sky
To watch all the people who pass me by
To always be there when someone is in need
To provide a smile, perform a good deed
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess; The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger, bette
Musings...Musings...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.........Just like the deepest darkest oceans, its same...For the deepest darkest forests. No one can ever imagine what dwells with in? And just like how, all bodies of waters were contacted..In some way, or other, you could also find as were all trees, or more forests...
...But what would someone do? If they found out the truth? Yes....They were go between, to alien worlds. Places human kind wrote off as wild imaginations of the crazies, emotional stress. Then how would you explain, your moments of waking, when reality shifts to illusions an dreams..Astral projecting? Missing persons, our world is only so huge. You will end up going in circles. So why have we yet to find these missing people then? Once their scent/leads have gone dry? Hmm? What about demon possessions Now many believe these claims to be real. And still even at the same time, people don't and cant accept, such things, as well. Even these creatures need a play to dwell to call home too..So many answers and t
Truth Be Told ~Onesided Rosa X N~It's all going to end here, isn't it?Truth Be Told ~Onesided Rosa X N~3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The girl stared up at the icy spears that swirled around her with blue eyes that radiated nothing but despair and terror—eyes that were normally full of boldness, of tenacity. Every inch of her body prickled with a cold so freezing that it almost burned. The only sounds she could hear was the old man's laughter, and the crackling snap of the icicles as they continued to form above her.
My journey…and my life…they'll end here, after everything I've been through…who would have thought?
The Pokemon before her merely gazed at her with a solemn expression on its almost lifeless, coarse face. If it held remorse for what it was about to do, it made no inclination to such sentiment. The mottled gray and blue of its rough skin shone with ice crystals, its pupil-less yellow eyes revealing no mercy. It was simply there to do the man's bidding; it didn't care what the consequences were.
"Kyurem, use Glaciate<
DeathDeath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears drip from my face
salt stains my skin
my anger grows
with the drip drop of salty tears.
I always ask myself
"Why do I always have to be abused?"
I am not alone,
but I am the lone victim
of a long lasting vendetta,
a hatred that I have long since had.
The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darker
anger fills my veins
as I hold up a knife.
A voice screams "KILL!"
and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"
As I drop the knife
I fall to my knees,
and sob silently.
All the people I hold dear
are to far away.
I have nobody,
not a person near,
that can help me.
help me stay safe.
My body is reckless,
and my mind is scared.
My fears will have taken over
and my life will come to an end,
as I drown in a river of sorrow.