RegretIn the hollow of night when all is stillRegret9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
upon a hill where there's only shadow,
not a one knows just how it goes when doubt
is the cause for the sickness of a heart,
that died at the start and again will die
for the trials that it has not yet weathered.
And the measure of a one so weathered
is the quietness of how they are still,
but oh no, not I, for I am to die
and to do it so all in your shadow.
That I had a heart, a still-beating heart,
should always and evermore be in doubt.
And you still do smile, no likeness of doubt
after all of the things you have weathered;
though we're apart you still think I've a heart
that does care for you and thinks of you still -
but there is hope lost, and there is shadow,
and there my care for you did indeed die.
I wish I could cry for those who would die
instead of facing the things they would doubt;
but they foreshadow that one great shadow,
and they must bear the things we have weathered.
And I cannot kee
I am who I am.Mine is not a face that would launch a thousand shipsI am who I am.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mine is not a body that would make men go to war
Mine is not a mind, sharp as a blade nor quick or witty
Mine is a heart that bleeds and loves none the less.
I am not a queen of beauty or elegance of ages past
I am not a model or scientist, nor a woman of career
I am not a fashion statement or a symbol of feminism
I am a woman with hopes and dreams none the less.
Mine is not a perfect home from the magazines
Mine is not the latest fashion or trends of clothes
Mine is not the accepted norms of life or style
Mine is the individuality of not caring for either.
I am not the person everyone else wants me to be
I am not the kind of woman people expect of me
I am not flawless, nor ashamed of the flaws I have
I am who I am, and I am who I want to be.
Easter SongWhen I look at you I often thrill you,Easter Song9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but if you don't shut up I'll surely kill you -
with a knife or maybe with a gun?
Or with a rope (I've heard that can be fun)?
You always speak so loudly I'm aware it
could break mirrors, but I still grin and bear it;
all of those shards that lie close by to me
are facing at you, if you would turn to see.
You used to love me and, of course, I loved you, too,
but fidelity was not a thing for you.
You always flirt with all the other dishes -
come back to me and you'll sleep with the fishes.
Well, you've always held my deep affection,
but I'm sorry that I can't be perfection;
I can be pretty, clever, and I can astound,
but I can't do that if you still hang around.
I'm so sorry, but it's time for you to go;
my farewells are bad, but you must surely know
that in this case it must be you or I,
so I'm afraid that you will have to die.
Oh, good-bye, my love, thank you for coming,
and by now I'm sure your body is numbing.
All we had, well, it was such a wa
Swing, Swing Vlad x Danny"Swing, Swing"Swing, Swing Vlad x Danny8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pareja: Vlad x Danny ( Danny Phantom)
Basada en la canción del Grupo All American Rejects
Era un día Normal en la casa de los Fenton, Danny hacia su tarea pero se podía ver una cara triste en el chico
Hace una semana se dio cuenta que su querida amiga y también ex-novia Sam Manson lo había engañado con su mejor amigo
Al darse cuenta de eso prefirió guardarlo en secreto, ya que sabia que tarde o temprano ella terminaría con el, o viceversa
El día llego Sam fue algo fría (se lo dijo por teléfono) pero le dijo que siempre serian amigos, así que no fue tan malo, aun así el no pudo contener esa tristeza y se escapo de casa para buscar a la única persona que lo comprendería. Su hermana Jazz (quien estaba fuera de la ciudad).
Pero sin darse cuenta corrió hacia la dirección equivocada, y se tropezó con alguien conocido
"Daniel, por que corres hacia mi casa?" pregunto la persona
Danny miro a
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Ova Especial De San Valentin parte 2-lo siento-dice antes de que el otro pueda decir algo, pero esta vez su cuerpo le ha traicionado, jala aun mas el brazo de Jack para besarle, sus labios contra los fríos de Jack, no se atreve a mirar, pero prefiere concentrarse mas en besarlo, trata de profundizas más, le muerde el labio para que abra un poco la bocaOva Especial De San Valentin parte 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
-ah…-se sorprende ya que siente como el australiano mete su lengua en su boca, no sabe que rayos hacer, pero trata de seguir el ritmo del beso, cierra los ojos disfrutando de el, de como áster lo junta más hacia el-¿Por qué?-pregunta apenas separándose un poco
-porque…-no sabe que decir, pero sabe que de eso depende su futuro-me gustas-le dice aunque no sabe muy bien de donde saco el valor-me gustas Jack-le vuelve a decir un poco mas de confianza-¡me gustas Jack frost!-le dice con euforia haciendo que el otro de un pequeño salto por el tono de su voz
-te… ¿te gusto?-le pregunto sin sa
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
Welcome Home, Sarah.His hand was at her waist as they spun around and around in a dance. It was warm and solid under his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Gone was the spun sugar gown of her crystal ballroom dream, replaced instead by a deep blue, curve-hugging gown. Standing as close as they were he caught a teasing peak of skin under the neckline of her dress when she leaned toward him. She noticed the direction of his gaze and he was thrilled to see her flash him a hint of a smirk to rival his most mischievous. That smile told him that she understood the game now, like she never would have before. Because the waist he held was the curve of a womans body, not a girls. She was taller now, he realized, though he could still tuck her head under his chin while standing. He wasnt sure of her exact age, but she was older, that much her body alone was telling him. A surge of joy filled him.Welcome Home, Sarah.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
All of a sudden her smile faded, a melancholy mockery of what it had just been. He had just o
Zombie ApocalypseCreeping CrawlingZombie Apocalypse4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood spilling, tears falling
They hungrily moan and groan
With a hunger that remains unknown
The police advising:
Stay inside and lock the doors
Cover your ears to silence the roars
Run and find a place to hide
Quickly! Please come inside!
You are safe for now but what can you do?
Don't you realize i am hungry for you too?
I want your flesh, muscle and bone
Once i am done i will leave you alone
The world is falling swiftly from grace
And is becoming an undead place
Padre del TiempoYesterday,Padre del Tiempo9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shrinking tree bark and the smell of absence
God— or something—
She's been here, telling the snow to fall
and the bloom that I will bring another day.
Tera's VeilAn angel's breath on the surface lingers--Tera's Veil3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shear curtains of pulsating grace,
Swirling eddies of mist-laden fingers--
Tera's veil of gossamer lace.
Ova Especial De San Valentin Parte 1OVA Ficción de Fan*Ova Especial De San Valentin Parte 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Estaba nerviosa, la hoja seguía en blanco frente a ella, era el tercer día en que aquella simple hoja seguía igual, ¿Qué le diría su amiga? Prometió escribir aquello, lo prometió, ya estaba lista, ya no era solamente una aprendiz, ¡esta lista!
-no sé cómo are esto-se dijo mordiendo un poco la pluma, no tenía tiempo, ella era una persona ocupada, no podía simplemente sentarse a escribir a tardarse, pero simplemente no se le ocurría una idea, tenía que tener una, una sola y quizás las ideas saldrían-me rindo-dijo suspirando mientras volvía a dirigir a sus pequeñas haditas
Aun si estaba trabajando seguía pensando en una idea una pequeña algo, lo que fuera, pero algo tenía que ocurrírsele, era la tercera vez que decía que estaba lista para ir al siguiente nivel, ya estaba lista para el siguiente niv
WHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMEDWHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WHY ITS GOOD SOME VILLAINS GOT REFORMED AND WHY ITS GOOD SOME OTHERS DID NOT.
I think this whole "Freak out"-thing the Community is having right now about the Return and Reformation of some Villains in the Show is a bit exaggerated...
Just because three villains became good, doesn't mean they are going to reform EVERY kind of villain now.
Night Mare Moon had to turn back to normal because she is the Royal Princess of the Night, Celestias Sister. And even if Celestia could have continue bringing Day and Night by herself, Equestria needs to stay in balance with the two of them. Everybody loves Luna and the first episode would have been weird if they just KILLED Night Mare Moon. But Luna is not the point because nobody ever compared about her Transformation. But still, Luna is also a Villain who got reformed.
Trixies return was already planned after her very first Episode and for me her return was nothing surprising because she didn't really learn her lesson the las
Soledad.Soledad.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Era de noche, el hombre de la luna estaba en el centro del cielo, iluminando toda la tierra, principalmente en el lago donde se encontraba actualmente su guardián más joven y nuevo, su luz se reflejaba perfectamente en el enorme lago que le pertenecía al espíritu del invierno, toda el agua brillaba intensamente.
El chico de cabellos blancos, caminaba lentamente sobre la superficie del lago, congelando al contacto con el agua, la capucha de su sudadera le cubría toda la cabeza, impidiendo verle casi nada el rostro. Tenía una de sus manos escondida en su bolsillo y la otra sujetaba débilmente su cayado.
Camino hasta un punto preciso del lago, se quedó parado ahí por unos minutos, miró a su alrededor, casi podía jurar que nuevamente estaba viviendo ese día, podía ver a su hermana patinando por el hielo junto con él.
Cerró los ojos por un segundo para entrar más en el
a second skeletoni. introductiona second skeleton3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was born 4425 miles away from here.
my heart still lingers there.
i don't want to have it back.
i go through the motions,
don't ask me for emotions.
i once thought i could be happy,
my mistake can be forgiven;
i was so much younger.
now i know better
than to expect anything.
because the only time you can lose,
is when you love something.
that's why i love myself.
Christmas Love-YaoiDoom was slumped on a sofa in the common room. Arms wrapped around a cushion while his eyes finally dried up. Scarf still wrapped around his neck, used to wipe the tears away. Along with the arms of his coat. He couldnt feel anymore stupid then he did right now. Snape found AND READ the note he was trying to give to Richard during class. Stupid....stupid stupid. That note had everything he wanted to say to him....and the whole class got to hear it. He wondered if this is what hells supposed to be like. Your deepest secret out for everybody, leaving your body empty and cold. His eyes tightened when he could hear the teachers voice ringing in his ears. Going back to the class.Christmas Love-Yaoi9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"And this note is to whom?" Snape glared at Doom but then back to Richard. Those eyes can pierce anything to make it feel small. The prefect student just choked back tears, hitching his breath before running out of the classroom. Hiding in the back of the library, quietly sobbing. He just knew Richar
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
irresolute heartsi.irresolute hearts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
now you have not broken my heart yet
but you are bending it more than i am
used to; it is creased where you folded
its edges to fit comfortably in your pocket
and you have not stolen my breath yet
but i can feel stardust catch in my
bronchial tubes; we can meet at the lips
and you can breathe deep the butterflies
the words in my mind are not misplaced yet
but you are starting to disorganize them;
i am forgetting that it is politically incorrect
to tell you that i miss you, you are amazing
you have not blinded me yet but i can feel
the corners of my eyes begin to lose focus;
your freckled skin is exotic on its own but
the shadows of your secrets make you beautiful
truthfully speaking i have not gone and
fallen for you yet; lately my stomach
has been twisting and my balance is slowly
beginning to succumb to your gravity
A Rosy Fairy tale Prt 1- FrUkDisclaimer: I don't own Hetalia except the fanfic's plot.XD~♥A Rosy Fairy tale Prt 1- FrUk4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Shounen ai, tragic, sort of Fairy tail era, slightly comedy.
Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairing: FrUk (France and England)
Fairy tales. A short narrative that typically features non existent creatures,Damsels in distress, Prince charming as the protagonist, Witches and wizards as antagonists, Dragons and horses, castles and kingdoms, happily ever after. Yep, you heard me right. Every fairy tale has it's beautiful, tear jerking ending. The usual routine of the story is to announce the chosen one, meet your own enemy, defeat that enemy, save your only true love, marry your only true love, live happily ever after with your only true love.
the center of all fairy tales..well..not most of it.
They are perfect for all ages and is also used for making a loud brat to fall asleep. They say when you have a fairy tale life, your story would sure be a happy ending, so happy that would make you
Embrace the StarsStand in the warm glowEmbrace the Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That rains so lightly upon
The cold, glittering snow
Before that star is gone
Shelter from the cold night
Until the brilliant dawn
The return of the soothing light
Of which we've grown so fond
Too often, the more distant stars
Go, in our ignorance, forgotten
They're away from us, so very far
But from them, are our lives begotten
The Music of the Spheres
Is audible to attentive ears
Listen to that magnificent symphony
That of the vast, dark eternity
Burning Orb of Luminescent Glory
Eclipse the whole of the human story
Lashing out with tongues of fire
Trivialize all human passion and desire
Stars are within us
As we are but a small part
Of the Forever All;
The Wonderful Universe
FineI walked home in the middle of the street again,Fine2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the listless pumping forward that comes from muscles hollowed out -
I didn't care if the cars hit me.
I wasn't seeking death I just stopped actively avoiding it again,
I just walked
with the restless wondering about headlights and obituaries
and the questions about whether or not I'd be loved once I did the world the favour
of not being so inconvenient as to continue to breathe.
If I could swim home in the malaise, or if I could be struck down
into a sudden and permanent state of something other than depression -
either would be fine...
Either would be fine.