Goth Jeff ProfileName: Goth-JeffGoth Jeff Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Biological Name: Jeffery Anderson Woods
Mother: Margret Woods
Father: Peter Woods
(Elder)Brother: Liu Woods(Deceased)
Weight: 160 lbs
Bio: Jeff was an abnormal child, growing up in a society of judgment. Always ridiculed by the way he looked and behaved, bullied and abused. His only friend was sick child named ray, that died before his time came...He isolated himself ever since, the death of his first friend. The judgment and bulling got worse to the point that is sanity was beginning to break. He began to here and see a demon of himself with white skin silver hair and black eyes. The demon of his caliber would haunt him making him insane, he met a shy boy named Chris that was an artist he would draw him alot, before he met him. He became Jeff's new friend, Jeff notice that Chris had an abusive stepfather. He saw him beat Chris in front of him and that is when he finally snapped. Jeff savagely massacred the father. Chris
Bunnymund x Spring!Spirit Reader: Spring (Commish)Author's Note:Bunnymund x Spring!Spirit Reader: Spring (Commish)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
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It’s a week before Easter and I’ve been crazy busy! My bunny minions have been working overtime, getting all the eggs made in time. I’ve been stressed out like crazy.
“Hey! Kangaroo!! Wanna go do something fun?”
I look up to see Jack Frost flying down in front of me. I make a low growl.
“I’m obviously to busy. Easter is in a week!”
Jack gets a fake smile on his face.
“OH?! I didn’t know that....you work to hard, man. You need to let loose and have some fun!”
He shoots up into spiraling into the sky, screaming”
“Unlike some people, I actually work!! Leave me alone, snow fairy.”
I smile at my insult, and when he comes back, he’s angry, makin
SEGA Horror Movie SurvivalSonic: There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror move!SEGA Horror Movie Survival4 years ago in Humor More Like This
(Rule 1: Have parents that care about you!)
Alex Kidd: Hey, Mom, Dad Can I go to a party-er... I mean spend the night at a friend's house tonight?
Bayonetta: Hah! Stupid child! You're not leaving this house! There's a mass murderer on the loose.
Alex Kidd: You never let me do ANYTHING!
(Rule 2: Don't date crazy A-holes!)
Jacky: C'mon, Ulala. I know someone just tried to kill you and all, but why won't you do it with me?
Ulala: Because... Jacky! I'm not like some dumb slut that just puts out all the time!
Jacky: So... you're saying you're NOT like your mom?
Jacky: N-Nothin... Stab... Stabbity stab....
(Rule 3: If you are being attacked in a house full of people who ARE your friends, you should
Seven minutes in heaven-Prussia~ Beware had sexual themes....and Prussia's awesomeness.~Seven minutes in heaven-Prussia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_______ got Gilbert, niiiiice." Alfred said, winking at you. You blushed furiously. Alfred knew of your crush on the Prussian maniac. You had just never said anything, you thought his ego was big enough as it was.
"Kesesese!!" You heard the familiar laugh as he swaggered up next to you. (Bitch got swag!!! *shot*) Your blush increased when you saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a blue shirt, buttoned halfway, with the ever existant cross necklace hung round his neck. He wore black skinny jeans and a pair of grey trainers and a pair of black fingerless gloves.
"Hello frau, I see you couldn't resist my awesomeness." He said smiling. You looked away from him as he dragged you towards the closet.
"Keep it to PG-13!" You heard Alfred yell before the door slammed shut. You tried to speak but you simply stammered, cursing at yourself for acting like such an idiot. You heard him laugh quietly before you noticed those ruby red eyes
DemonsPlease just kill me. I don’t care,Demons1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I fluctuate under your stare.
Your eyes, they search my very soul,
And break apart what makes me whole.
I was doing great- thought I was fine,
But then you showed me, not this time.
I’m not ready, I can’t yet.
You’ve already planned my fall, I bet.
I always bleed and always cry,
I always, always want to die.
I do not know what makes me stop,
But eventually, I will just drop.
I’m very close, I know that now,
I’ll do it! But I don’t know how.
It’s coming soon, not long to wait,
Before I finally meet my fate.
A length of rope is my best friend,
Or will a box of pills mean my end?
But there’s one thing I know for sure,
I just can’t do this anymore.
my eyes cannot seeI'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me --my eyes cannot see1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims.
Make me a promise here tonight: love like a tidal wave.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous,
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster
and eating us alive, but I'm not the villain,
despite what you're always preaching.
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all,
I am caught in the web of a lie.
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours.
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The chemicals will bring you home again --
you don't have to believe me,
but don't take too long;
I hear them calling,
and they're getting stronger.
My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd,
and this is my reaction to everything I fear,
'cause I've been going crazy.
JoshDae SnippetFucking prick.JoshDae Snippet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dark-haired teen sniffed in heavily and curled up a bit tighter on his bed, his lower lip clenched between his teeth and his nose pricked a pinkish-red from the tears he fought back. His cell phone was gripped tightly in his hand and he lay in a disheveled pile atop his bed as he replayed a bit of the conversation he'd had moments before in his mind, trying to come up with excuses and reasons. Though, he was failing to do so.
I don't... fucking...
His face scrunched up a bit tighter and his lip slipped from between his teeth as the tears, though few, finally fell and a pathetic, quiet cry sounded out into his room from the back of his throat. He didn't understand why this was happening; why his relationship had ended up like this or what he'd done to disinterest his counterpart so much from anything affectionate. Was it even his fault? It just seemed like one day... one day he just didn't like him anymore and he had no idea w
Hope.Hope.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I do not need it-
Not the unabridged version
The Cliff's Notes will do.
hallucinationsheat waves don't caress youhallucinations1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like ocean breezes; they
like two-year old
on their bellies,
foaming flames at the mouth.
the only romantic thing
is how she seems to fly
like a mustang
across the sun-soaked
and into the kool-aid blue
she is eight again
and burned a scarlet red
and she's asking if I believe
heaven is in that bright,
while she floats on her
back in the devil's light
"darlin, heaven is where
ice tea is an arm's length
and somehow her quiet laughter
presses through the fog
of a vaporized mind
and somehow her smile relaxes
the choke of afternoons in July
and somehow we are in the
kool-aid blue sky
drinking ice tea with angels
here the sweat does not tickle,
does not sting,
but glistens on our brows
Static after the heartsongRadio static,Static after the heartsong8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are bats in your beats
through screaming speakers
silently. It's hard,
to break yourself free
from head dance, from blood
itself. Sing a dance. Tune the mouth.
I watched words dangle off the vacant lips
of you, post-heart. Finish language now
or hold your pause forever.
a solo of wings across fluted wind
and you crescendo,
muffling the mechanical whir
of whizzing, wheezing white noise.
This plague's a symphony.
Bite love off Adam's stalk.
Our words died so long ago
black doves punctured holes into our trachea
and called it flute. It's noise in the past,
It's resonating with another's tongue at the start
I listen with ears,
with cracked shells making
the sound of whales wounded
as they tell the gospel
so quietly. Welcome to Envy Beach.
Take your drum sticks
and hit the golden oldies road, doll--
the milk you knocked back at dinner
left phlegm congealing the wound on your throat
Dripping RedHe was the perfect soldier, like a whiteDripping Red2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pawn on an inky board. Innocent fray:
'Unstained', they named the better man
Who swore to find the other side of Day.
He followed every order graven in
Cold stone. He never broke the dusty chains
Of honor, twisting close around his heart;
The iron singing thunder in his veins.
He dreamed about Tomorrow, the other
side of day. Tear-streaked morning never came,
Rain-washed. The only dawn was drowned in blood
And ringed in coiled dragons: rising flame.
The tide of blood that stained horizons, weep-
ing, splattered gently on his brittle face,
He buried, dead, in rushing water deep.
His hands were clean, without a traitor stain.
His men lie around him, dead at whispered last,
The light of life drains out behind their eyes;
(The clanging horrors of his dreams, cracked glass,
Were false. Despair in icy silence reigns.)
The only color left to him is red,
To mock brave, innocent and silent white:
An afterglow of symmetry he once
Believed could end the sc
Woahh I Wrote a JoshDae Thing---Woahh I Wrote a JoshDae Thing3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The room is spinning. It's spinning and you feel heavy as hell and quite frankly, you're glad that your bangs hide as much of your face as they do because you're currently having trouble keeping your eyes open to the normal width of someone who isn't completely intoxicated. Honestly, though, you're probably one of the drunkest bodies here and by this point, you have no idea how long this drinking game has been going on or when Jason had moved to lay on the floor in front of you. Are you even playing anymore? The shot glass is still in your hand…
You lazily survey the room, brows furrowed and head feeling wobbly and off-balance. Joshwa's sitting next to you with a half empty bottle of vodka –some fuckin' awesome vodka, you might add- sitting in his lap. He's definitely drunk, but nowhere near as drunk as you are right now. Really, it almost starts to piss you off and you frown slightly, but then you remember that he's basically a veteran in drinking and might as well be an official
Jean Pocket WeaponsYou hoard your emotions like weaponsJean Pocket Weapons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the pockets of your jeans,
pulling them out and dusting them off
when it suits you, when it's convenient,
when you're trapped between a rock
and a hard decision and you need
an excuse to run...but I wonder if you realize
you're only running from yourself.
me and youme.me and you2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ache. boring. cursed.
troll. ogre. faerie. nymph.
confide. dream. inspire.
alienH R Giger sat on his verandahalien3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drawing aliens, nasty and mean
little did he know
they dwelled in the snow
dreaming of licking his swiss bones clean
She Called Herself MidnightMy vixenShe Called Herself Midnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raven child
She sucks on clove cigarettes,
pausing to cough out flies and carbon.
She's as ugly as she's ever been,
gilded from glue and obsidian.
from raw meat.
Punctured“Car,” said the bicycle, “we need to talk.”Punctured7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Oh, Assembly-Robot. Oh, exhaust. It’s one of those talks, isn’t it?” said the car. “About our relationship.”
“Yes. The thing is…” The bicycle hesitated. “I think we both just need a bit more space.”
“Oh.” The car looked around the garage. “It does need a bit of a clear-out. They could get rid of that old TV for a start…”
“No. No,” said the bicycle. “I’m talking about emotional space.” It sighed. “We both knew this was coming. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of fun. I really enjoy it when I’m strapped to your rack—”
“Will you keep your voice down,” said the car.
“—but anyone can see how well you’ve been getting along with the new moped. And sometimes… Sometimes I just feel like a third wheel.”
FF7 - Glass DesertMother leaves me by myself near the waxing tides, and promises to pick me up again after she's finished bathing in the waning sun. I enjoy the beach. There's a clean sense of salty freedom which basks me in its earthy aura as soon as I step onto the sea of sand. This is true especially on days like these, when the glow from the setting sun crumples the filmy surface of the ocean and riddles a prism of light through the water, not unlike an imprint fossilized in golden amber.FF7 - Glass Desert1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Every so often a tapestry of slimy seaweed floats to the shoreline, as if upchucked from the swirling broth it used to call home. The seaweed itself is home to a great number of other organisms, each weaved into an intricate pattern, morphing the algae into its own ecosystem. I witness this very event happen, and a saltwater crab emerges from the motley stew to inspect it. The crab finds nothing of interest, however, and retreats back into the murk.
I find dead crabs and their shells often on the beach, strewn and
Russia x Lamp!Reader Chapter 1Something in the next room shattered. A tall man known as Russia stormed into the room you were placed in. Yes, placed. You were a lamp. You know, the thing with the lightbulb that kept a room lit. You couldn't speak or move, you couldn't do anything at all. So if Russia decided to come up and crush you with the big, lead pipe he carried, you couldn't do anything about it.Russia x Lamp!Reader Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Belarus!" Russia cried. "Where'd my pipe go?"
Belarus walked in stealthily, a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. She shook her head no. Obviously, Belarus knew where the pipe went, but refused to drop any hints. She stalked out of the room, but then seemed to teleport backin, she was in such a rush.
"If I find you your pipe, will you marry me big bruder?" She asked, more like demanded.
Russia's violet eyes widened. "No..."
Belarus looked discouraged for a moment, but her expression reverted back to normal. "We'll get married sooner or later.." She hissed, slinking away.
After Russia made sure she was gone, he star
depth, brea(d)thbreathe.depth, brea(d)th3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sigh fallen,
slipping from lips
and echoed ageless
etched as the stars
a study in catastrophe