Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,Color of Blue3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.
Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.
For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.
We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expectation,
Only beating for the lies we believe.
We travel, lost in a world of people,
Searching for worship, searching for praise.
The sun, blazing truth on our perma-frosted bodies,
Attempts to make blood the color of love once more.
CaressWith ever-so-soft finger traces,Caress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I connect the freckles on your chest,
creating our own constellations
in the new milky ways
that erupt into existence wherever we touch.
Your cool caress across my lips
makes my every nerve awaken,
craving the unknown taste of yours.
But you hold back,
leaving me to longingly breathe you in
like a passing summer breeze.
I savour how you shudder,
a silent sigh of your body
as my hand brushes
the top of your spine,
and the way the little hairs rise
into the glow of the moonlight
that slow-dances in the air above your skin.
I wouldn't mind if the sun forgot to come up.
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
summer sweetsthe nectar of asummer sweets2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
peach has nothing on the true
sweetness of your smile.
mutethings have been easiermute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;
laughing and choking
on puns &
when you bend me over nouns
the words are there waiting to be spoken
me . you . love
my dear, we've been mute
for so long
speak to me.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
Deserving of NothingDeserving of Nothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
MonsterFar from bright lights, lost without hopeMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
River of tears stream down my face
Curled into my shell to disappear and mope
Trapped inside my own secret place
Monster posses my mind and my heart
Who grabs onto my chains, leaving me in pain
Leaving me to suffer and to fall apart
Slicing his fangs into my vein
Manipulate my friends to believe in your lie
Crying each and every night, all I loved is destroyed
This monster wishes I curl up and die
This monster hides under my bed
Who's rattled my windows and shaking the floor
Each night I wonder what have I said
To make you torment me
To make you wish that I were dead
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
HiddlestonedYou know you're Hiddlestoned when...Hiddlestoned3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. You constantly refer to Tom Hiddleston as "Hiddles".
2. You trick or prank someone and you yell "Loki'd!"
3. Instead of Decaf you say "Decaffeinate-o".
4. You get very excited about eating pudding (aka dessert).
5. You buy a fake mustache and name it Wendy.
6. You like to twirl your fake mustache and say "I am the bad guy".
7. You've lost count of how many times you've watched Thor.
8. You blast the Loki'd song over and over (and dance along).
9. You get excited about the song of the day/night.
10. You own a couple Loki action figures.
11. People make you mad and you tell them to kneel.
12. You write Loki'd all over everything.
13. You attempt to walk and make noises like a Philosoraptor.
14. You get an update from Twitter and you exclaim, "I got a text from Hiddles!"
15. You do what you want!
16. You plot to take over Midgard.
17. Your phone and/or computer background is something Hiddles related.
18. The Loki'd song
Trust That.....Trust That…..Trust That.....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won’t EVER let you fall.
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizetell a lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
'Best-seller'God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible".'Best-seller'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 4Chapter Four Still Damage To DoBulletproof Heart Pt. 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There's nothing going through Roxas' head as he trudges home in the rain. He's not deliberately going slow, but he's wincing a little with movement, and he's angry enough that he can pass the pain off as Axel's fault, tell himself that wasn't him up there in that little room, cluttered with the lives of two people, entwined like they're close. He can tell himself that it has nothing to do with jealousy, the idea that other people can cope with living in such close quarters, can be friends, even. The idea that Axel has friends, people who he'll laugh about this with, people he can tell. Roxas has no one; it's not like he can call Naminé up and go 'hey, I just got fucked and I'm feeling lonely, want to hash out all our feelings?', because that would be weird and awful, and she'd just sound upset, tired, and disappointed. Although whether she'd be disappointed that he had waited this long to
Legend of Zelda, Animal...Animal I Have BecomeLegend of Zelda, Animal...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link ran one hand through the bangs of his hair, brushing it away from his eyes, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. It had been foolish, really, investigating the strange tunnel he had found in Kokori Forest alone. But his curiosity had won over all reason. After wandering along it for a time, he discovered the wooden-like walls around him were now stone, as if he had entered some unknown temple. Sighing, he shook his head a little, looking about him, blue eyes trying to see through the darkness.
A sudden gust of cool air made him shiver. He stood normally, only to have a sharp blast of air whirl around him, increasing so sharply he stumbled about a moment before thudding into the wall again. The air died down, and he gave a sigh of relief, before realizing something. He had no idea which way was out now. Frowning a little, Link took a cautious step away from the wall, and after finding no wind picked up again, starting in one direction, taking
No privacy for you, Vaati. Oneshot fanficAt Vaati's Palace of Winds...No privacy for you, Vaati. Oneshot fanfic3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Sorcerer of Winds sighed as he slid into his bathtub full of water and lilac sented bubble bath. It was his own private bath that was connected to his room. He needed to time to finally relax. Vaati's been stressing out too much lately, due to Dark Link and Ghirahim giving him a hard time and making trouble as often as they could around the palace of Winds. Dark Link with his shadow clones and giant bombs. and Ghirahim... well just being creepy by stalking and spying on him, while making creepy comments. Why where they even there? Dark, just being the annoying shadow he is always tagged along with him. As for Ghirahim, well, ever since Vaati met him at that get together party he just wouldn't leave him alone... Creeper. They're both positively obnoxious.
Sighing again, Vaati slid deeper into the water, till the water was up to his nose. His long lavender hair floating above the water around him. He closed his eyes. The steam from the hot water and the
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1Chapter One - To Be Alone With YouBulletproof Heart Pt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The club is loud, and Roxas is wincing a little, unused to the noise. He knows he's uncool everyone else had a fake ID and was out getting drunk for years before they were legal, but he wanted to do this properly. Course, he sort of reckoned that at twenty-one he'd have some friends to get celebrate with, but this has been planned in his brain for three years, since he hit college and failed to look back, and he's not letting the lack of company stop him from living out one of those dreams you have when you're a kid. So he's trying his best not to make a face at the music, trying his best not to sweat he's worn too many layers for the cold outside and not thought about how warm it will be inside. They checked his ID three times before they let him in, and even then there was a look of disbelief. Probably if he had tried getting in on a fake ID a few years go, even with a group of con
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 3Chapter Three The More I Know, The Less I UnderstandBulletproof Heart Pt. 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He doesn't check his phone for days, burying it under the mountain of essays due, but he flinches every time it buzzes. It's never more than once, though, always a text, not a call, even though he tenses every time, waiting for that longer indication that someone's bothering with him, that someone cares. It doesn't come, and he tells himself he's not disappointed, that he's not waiting for Axel to call. When the phone eventually does ring, it's Naminé, bright and cheerful, Kairi adding her two cent's worth from the kitchen, and he can hear the smile in her voice. He tries to join it, but the words won't come, and she ends up hanging up on him, all cheer drained from her voice. He wonders if he's not ruining things for other people, rather than just himself.
It rains for three days, and by the time Roxas gets out of class, he's barely dried off at all, shoving his arms
SleepAxel dangled his feet, staring out at the dark sky.Sleep5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why d'you bother being up this early?"
"It's still late for me."
A hand rested gently in his hair, carding through it slowly, before smacking him lightly.
"You need to sleep."
"Sleep is for the old and the dead," he said, softly, "They're the only ones who know how to appreciate it."
The hand in his hair tightened, briefly, before relaxing, and going back to petting him aimlessly. The sky was gradually lightening, just the clouds beginning to stand out now, white and frail in the dark expanse.
"It's a nice view."
Axel agreed wordlessly, gazing at the surf, watching the crest of each wave reflect a little more light in the gloom.
"I didn't realise the beach was so close."
Sat on the window-ledge, Axel considered the words, leaning back into the hand at the back of his neck, eyes fluttering closed as a thumb rubbed just right.
"I can't sleep." He said at last, voice thick with tiredness.
"Come back to bed."
"I won't sleep."
"Then let m
Legend of Zelda: Old Wounds (Link Fanfic) LEGEND OF ZELDA: SKYWARD SWORD Fanfic~Legend of Zelda: Old Wounds (Link Fanfic)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Throughout Link's entire life, he has always wondered one thing. He was never the type of person to think of "what if's", but there was just one thing that he made an expection for. His parents. He always thought that there was more to the story than what everyone has told him. Something he has always wondered, mostly ever since he found out he was the Hero of Legend, would his parents be proud of him? As he thinks silently about it to himself, Zelda asks him and gets him to open up. Link tells her how he has been thinking about his parents a lot and he thinks there is more to the story of what happened to them, Zelda gets an idea. She takes Link to her Father, Gaepora, and they both ask him for the truth. The whole truth. When he agrees and tells them what truly happened to Link's parents, the truth comes out, old wounds are open, and it changes Link forever.
Characters: Link, Zelda, Gaepora
Rebecca, the Girl Who Skipped Lunch TodayRebecca, the Girl Who Skipped Lunch Today3 years ago in Drama More Like This
PLEASE NOTE: Lucy will always be referred to as Lucy. She will never be called "she". If you see "she" or "her", it's referring to Rebecca, never Lucy. This is done to avoid confusion, as Rebecca is not once referred to by her name.
No one liked her. She didn't even like herself.
Sure, they might've pretended to be happy to see her, pretended to want to talk to her. But she knew they were just doing it out of pity. Even Shaun, sad, lonely Shaun, had mocked her behind her back. She knew it.
So she sat on her computer, losing herself in the depressing songs she listened to over and over again. The lyrics felt perfect for her. They didn't make her feel any better, though. Just made her forget, if only for three minutes.
Desmond came to talk to her once. She jumped at the opportunity, but he just asked about the Animus. Her face didn't change, but inside her heart had collapsed in on itself. No one ever asked her how she was doing.
And she was so lonely. She watched Lu
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 10Chapter Ten Speaking Of Loving You, I DoBulletproof Heart Pt. 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Roxas wakes, Axel is running a gentle hand through his hair and murmuring something, so he doesn't open his eyes just yet, and allows himself to listen.
" so beautiful. And I thought we'd screwed it all up; thought I'd never get another chance, never get to see you like this. And you're so gorgeous, all calm and serene, it's like something I couldn't have lived without, like I'd always have known was missing. I think you're everything I've ever wanted. Even last night I thought I'd blown it; too much flirting, and then coming here, like I was expecting something from you. Like I was asking too much ."
"You're not." Roxas says, and opens his eyes as he presses his lips to Axel's, letting the redhead steal control and roll them over, gently, so Roxas is pressed to the mattress.
"Is this okay?" Axel says, and Roxas realises that despite their compromising position, Axel i
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 7Chapter Seven I Got No ExcuseBulletproof Heart Pt. 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This isn't something Roxas has ever thought about, because when he thinks about sex, he's fairly old-fashioned, and grateful to be getting any at all. No one ever, though, when they have bathroom sex in the movies, seems to factor in the noise of other revellers throwing up, people trying to peer in and watch, people sniggering, the smell of stale urine from those with no aim, and just how unclean the places are. Probably because bathroom sex scenes are shot on film sets, not in filthy student nightclubs halfway through a busy evening. And yes, Riku's drunk and so isn't aware that sharing is caring, and that never seems to happen in the movies, either it's all been a little fast and painful, not enough lube, not enough prep, and right now Roxas just wants it to be over and done with, so he can go back to having a drink without, hopefully, having to face any consequences for his actions. There's a kn
KH Tarot - DeathKH Tarot - Death5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
13 Death The Threshold
We will never be ready to overcome certain thresholds, and yet we will get beyond them anyway.
Axel tries not to, but he can't help himself. He spends less time with Roxas, and more and more in that room with Sora, now in Twilight Town, watching the status bar tick over. At least he no longer has to remember dealing death when he watches the boy sleep. He watches from 89% to 94%, and knows that time is growing short. He stops wasting time, then, takes steps out into the world, takes Roxas out for ice cream, sits with him on the clock tower, just sits with an arm around him, in silence. They both know what's happening, but they can't vocalise it, not yet.
Each night is two-tones of skin sliding over ach other, silence in lamp-light, each of them taking the time to learn the other's body, taking the time they know they haven't got. Sometimes, Axel whispers 'm