Jack o'lanternJack o'lantern2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
Yarn - StoryYarn - Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.
This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!
Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.
However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. O
Some Things Never End Nalu- Ch.4Lucy’s mind was drifting off as she stood in the middle of the train station. The bustling people and all of the noise were blurred out to her eyes and ears. Her only thought was what awaited her at the outskirts of Crocus. Would her husband to be, be a nice man? Or would he turn out to be just like his mother and father? Her mind told her it would be the latter. She shook those thoughts off and decided to wait until she got there to deal with it.Some Things Never End Nalu- Ch.42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wonder if they got my note….
It had broken her heart to write those words, but it was necessary. If they were all to live happy lives, and continue on with their missions, if the only price was for her to be married to a man she didn’t love, then that would be fine with her. It was fine as long as the man she truly did love was alright.
Though, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that they would immediately be okay without her. She knew that they all loved her like family. Hell, they were family. But, they
Some Things Never End Nalu- Ch.5The air was thick, and her lungs wouldn’t take it normally. Her hiccups, and sobs weren’t audible, but they could definitely be felt with aSome Things Never End Nalu- Ch.52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
burning sensation in her abdomen. She sat by herself in private room that had been paid for by Jurener, a definite waste of his money, but it was nonsensical to think that he'd care. Though, it was probably better that she was alone. Her whole body had shaking with sadness from her departure from home, shaking with the wondering if she would ever see it again.
And what made it all the more painful was that Natsu had been the last person she saw. Lucy's mind kept thinking about if kissing him, and mouthing she loved him was a good thing to do. Though, she didn’t regret it one bit. The only worry was that he would take that as an invitation to come after her, which would mean that all of what she was doing would be for nothing.
Please, she pleaded in her mind to Natsu and everyone at the guild, please…ju
America x Reader Oneshot: Traitors. Everywhere.“….”America x Reader Oneshot: Traitors. Everywhere.9 months ago in Humor More Like This
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
“What?! Why?!” Your American boyfriend demanded.
You picked up his shoes and threw them outside. “I can’t believe you would do that to me, AGAIN! You betrayed me! LIAR! TRAITOR!”
“I swear I didn’t mean to!” Alfred wailed and stubbornly hung onto the doorframe as you worked on pulling him from your house.
You growled and pulled harder. “You say that every time, you jackass, and I always believe you, and then you go ahead and break your promises that ‘you’ll never do it again’ or ‘you didn’t mean to’. They just fall into your lap every single time!” You furiously, and finally successfully, yanked him from the front door, and went tumbling onto the front lawn with him.
“But I really mean it this time! Just give me one more chance!” Alfred tried
A Poem About Castiel's Butt~A Poem About Castiel's Butt~2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have a nice ass.
I just want to stare,
I'd like to see it bare.
Buy some pants made of glass.
I just wanna see.
I hope there's not a fee.
how do you feel about Destiel?
I know Dean,
He can be mean.
But he loves you so.
Why not give him a blow?
It could be love,
Just give it a shove.
Cas you have such a nice bum.
Please stop being so glum.
Because we all know,
that when you blow,
Its like being touched by an angel.
Unorganized ReligionUnorganized Religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise the invisible
Because He cannot hurt you
Listen to the man
and do as he says
to avoid a fiery end
to keep you sitting up straight
You think you are willing
Because your daddy said so
Don't you wanna see mom again
Tie your hair up tight
and close your knees
Smile with your teeth
your jaw tight
What you say is wrong
So listen well child
and I'll tell you how to live.
I AMI AM3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am extraordinary
My mother would describe me as her beautiful girl
My friends call me "Smiley face"
I keep dreaming
I remember the bullying
I've learned that not everyone going to understand me
I hide my tears
I read my stories
I shout "you don't understand!"
I see the world around me
I hear people whispering behind my back
I taste rain
I feel emotions
I think a different way
I whisper secrets
I am flawed
I want friends
I will go home
I won't ever judge for what I can see
I can inspire people
I pretend to be famous
I sing songs that I can related to
I am a teenager
I dream that i'm in six feet under the stars
I fear death
I reach for the sky
I say sorry when I'm wrong
I love art
I declare for the world to see people are different
I am an original
Stand upStand up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
Blooming Love-AsaKikuLush. To desolate. Prosperous. To run into the ground. These things can happen in the blink of an eye. From August 6, 1945 to August 9, 1945 that was exactly what happened, taking a devastating toll on Japan. For months the country was in bed, left weak and stricken with grief and a crushed sense of pride. It seemed there was nothing left, no light at the end of the tunnel for him and his people. The only thing that seemed to be a victory was the fact that the war, though lost, was finally over and in the end he was not run over by America's brute ways and able to keep his emperor.Blooming Love-AsaKiku3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Still, lying weak in bed day after day, having people die of illness caused by the atomic bomb nearly every hour on the day was taking its toll on Honda Kiku both physically and emotionally. The weakness within him sickened him furtherto the point where seppuku seemed necessary. No, he wouldn't terminate his life and sacrifice the lives of others with his death. If the human manifestation of a country
Depression is a LieDepression is a lie,Depression is a Lie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though many disagree
It's the one thing that determines
Where your happiness will be.
But hearken to my words
And please do not dispair,
For sadness is a cancer,
One that's far from rare.
But in your life it should not rule
Don't let it take control.
For should it breach your anguished heart,
It'll leave an empty hole.
Never get distracted,
Your thoughts don't let it sway,
For life is something precious,
Don't throw it all away.
Death is never the answer,
Though you seek to escape,
Should you succeed you'll leave a trail
Of heartbreak in your wake.
Sadness can be a cancer,
If you let it grow.
A little you can deal with,
But the rest you must let go.
CrushYou're so cute and so sweet.Crush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting patiently until we meet.
Some avoid meeting online,
But I think it will be fine.
You make me laugh and make me smile.
That hasn't happened in a while.
So casually with me you flirt.
I'm starting to forget I'm hurt.
It seems that you like me.
In person, we'll have to see.
In a few weeks you'll be here.
No connection I do fear.
Until then I continue to wait,
And hope that you are my fate.
I pray that you're one I can trust,
Because you are now my crush.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -Orchestra5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
They said.....They said.....4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
- they say well never see half as much as they did. true, we never saw vietnam or WW2. we didnt see our mothers cry when John F Kennedy died, but we live our whole lives being told that were not good enough. weve seen anorexia&bulimia because skinny isnt skinny enough. we watched the twin towers fall. weve seen greed&more hate. our generation fights a different kind of war but weve seen just as much.
Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bought tomatoes for dinner tonight,
and spent all day longing for that first sweet bite.
I stored them in the car for keeping,
not knowing I would soon be weeping.
I pulled up to the curb so close,
as not to hurt the tomatoes.
But as I went inside, I tripped,
and from my hands, the tomatoes slipped.
No one saw; no one came rushing.
And not one tomato survived the crushing.
They bled beneath an indifferent sun,
as I mourned the taste that would never come.
Now as days come and as days go,
I shall never forget my tomatoes.
Had God seen? Was he even there?
Did he look upon me and just not care?
Or perhaps stopped to save someone else’s fallen pear.
Sleeplessshe spends those sleepless nightsSleepless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught in her little worlds,
cursed by the moonlight, dying in the twilight –
and the darken figure within her dreams
and the stories she spins of courageous men
end only in tragedies
(melodies are lost).
but the little bird which rests in her hands
awakens her from within,
hope fills her lungs, her heart, her soul –
when the time arrives and her bird sings
the softest tune,
she will become imprisoned
Uprising Chapter 1Darkness, the warm, humid, and musky heat of breath wetting an itchy woolen cloth that wrapped around the poor creature's head as he was forced to walk forward; this was what the creature felt. His wet muzzle chaffed on the rough texture of the cowl that blinding his path as he stumbled along, it was far from a pleasant feeling. Neither, similarly, was the feeling of the cold heartless touch of metal against his wrists, the scorching feeling of worry and uncertainty as he was taken from what he knew, nor the filthy smell of others that drenched the cowl blinding his way. The tattered clothes the male had been forced to wear smelled similarly of filth, as if they hadn't been washed since they were originally woven, and in reality, they probably hadn't. The sounds and smells from outside however, were the male's true indicators as to what was going on. He could hear the guards talking of slave prices and runaways as they escorted him along. He could hear the distant chatter of a large crUprising Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
BattlesBattle of the SexesBattles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Definitely in women's minds, men's promises are over-rated
Defiantly inside his head, he does not know she's aggravated
Assuredly her telling him not to call was not translated
Reluctantly he turns away for their love is terminated
Rich Man, Poor Man
warring, wenching, plotting
statesman, soldier, farmer, servant
starving, working, dying
CrocusSmiling indigoCrocus2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a crocus breaks the surface
shadow on the snow.
Mon Dernier AdieuMon Dernier Adieu2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But though it cruel what fate must hand...
To rid us of our given land.
Though our future may be bleak,
and from our eyes tears may leak;
I'll love you, protect you, through it all,
Even if my eyes are growing dull.
My life, slowly seeping away...
With you, till my last breath, I will stay.
And though our deaths may soon to be,
Where sorrow only awaits us, no matter where we flee,
My heart is yours, my soul as well.
So mon chér, I bid you farewell...
I only hope that we'll find each other once more,
Where it no longer matters wether you're rich or poor.
Wether you're beautiful, which you surely are.
Or if you were nobody, or perhaps a star.
Our pain, our suffering, will leave us for good,
Yet, I don't want to leave you, not even if I could.
But the world around us is fading, blurring to black...
Your eyes though, emerald and bright as as a star, hold me back.
Your voice, pleading, tears rolling down your cheeks,
Leaving in their path little wet streaks.
With a shaking hand I wipe