CrimsonThe secret of beautyCrimson1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies with a rose;
Its aesthetic brilliance
Its deep crimson hue
is adored by the eye;
Its external presence
is never passed by
But when it is touched,
the finger, it pricks
The blood trickles softly
as it drips
And one thing is seen
from this new point of view:
The same crimson beauty
is internal too
sati(ate)dit's ironic,sati(ate)d1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
isn't it? the way
they say "hunger gnaws"
like the way our teeth
scrape against bones.
for all the
calories that are counted,
you still feel
empty. you aren't
you are digesting
nothing but air
and maybe your own guilt.
that's just the way
living is these
glass shards to
slice up your insides so
you can ignore
the other kind of pain your
stomach is feeling.
but when people ask
if you're doing okay you just
smile and nod even though
you can't help but
think "if honesty was
tangible, i'd eat it right
an acquired taste and
some days you'd
like to rip your
Castle of air.It broke.Castle of air.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fragile mind shattered like a glass mosaic.
All the tiny shards fell out of my ears, nose, mouth and eyes until there was nothing left.
That's when the men in white came to take me with them.
They told me they would take me to a castle where I would be treated like royalty, and where servants would be looking for the pieces of my mind puzzle that I had lost.
They dressed me in a beautiful white gown and brought me to my chambers so I could rest after my long journey. The walls and floor were soft to touch, and as I stretched on my toes and reached up my hand, my fingertips brushed against the soft ceiling.
There was no need for a common bed.
The entire room was a bed!
Softer than any bed I had ever slept in before.
I do not know how long I slept, but when I woke up, a servant in white came with food and water for me. He told me that if I was behaving well, he would take me to meet the others. I was curious to know who else lived at the castle, and promised I would be nice
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
" I Love her"
You said those three words making my heart sink.
like my heart was a boat gusting with water and over floating
Your green eyes
Your way of saying my name
I love but why can't you see
Just A friend
Just A best friend
but you always look pass me
like I'm invisible
but i'm not, you know that
A Beauty queen, that's what you want?
To have someone that is beautiful on the outside but ugly inside?
Her Bad attitude that what's you love?
No, her sitting on boys's laps when you are not there?
is this what you love about her?
Could you ever love ... an awkward girl?
FifteenThe blushing crowsFifteen2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Land on my clothes.
They tease my ears
With regrets and fears.
So I suppose
This is how my life goes.
Purples, blues, greens, yellows
It's something that I never chose.
My eyes squeeze shut.
I mend and stitch
The holes and splits
The ones I etched
And the ones you stretched.
Six hundred pounds of flesh
Resting upon my chest.
It's harder to catch my breath.
I hope this is not my death.
The worms withdraw
While the vultures claw
And begin to gnaw
At my limbs of straw
My skin bursts open
To release words unspoken.
Down the street
A young teen
Wants to sleep.
Eyes squeezed shut.
Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Remember when you said forever?
My heart is what you nearly severed.
You had promised me you'd never leave?
The result of cuts covered by sleeves.
I nearly lost myself that night
Where I had gave everyone quite a fright.
I slit my wrists until they were drenched
My eyes were shut, my teeth were clenched.
You were and always will be
Oh so much better than me.
From your perfect hair to your unique style,
This self harm is only a trial.
When I write down these last words
I will be free.
I will fly like a bird.
So if you did tell me now
If you can see this somehow
I miss you so much it hurts my heart
I should of expected it from the start.
When you can see what you've done to me
Then maybe you can start to see
All the things I had done for you
All the things I had done. You have no clue.
Please, why can't I just be happy?
For things to just not be so crappy?
For things to actually go my way...
Why couldn't you have just stayed?
As I hang this rope up above me,
Did you ever truly
SleepingHe's dyingSleeping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all you said
leaving me to fill
in the blanks beneath
how can blood flow up
and not leave a mark
the frail biology
a tube will do
the breathing for him
his rise and fall
curled fetal in the sheets
the wound will exit
from his chest,
sterile in its waste
and oddly comforting
to us both
Just take his hand
that he's sleeping.
The True Skill of Umino IrukaThe True Skill of Umino Iruka5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: The true skill of Umino Iruka - FORMSPRING
Summary: Short written for KakaIru Formspring
Question: What is your favorite thing about the other person?
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Naruto or these two would be Canon (and so would ShikaKiba)
Kakashi leaned back against the wall and watched as team after team handed in their report. It amazed him that no matter how beat down and sad they looked the chunin could smile and say something even if it was just a slightly teary 'thank you' and the person's mood would change completely. Nobody else had quite the same effect. The simplest smile could make that hopeless, drowning, ache... bearable. The words, the expressions, the emotions behind them were always there, always honest, and always visible. He wondered where the younger man had learned that. 'Who taught you how to do that?'
Slowly the room emptied. The two other chunin on duty disappeared with pro
The Uke Club -Chapter 2-WARNING!: This story contains Yaoi/Shounen-ai, boyxboy love and will feature many cases of shipping, including: SasuNaru, NejiNaru, GaaNaru, KibaNaru, LeeGaa, NejiLee, ZabuHaku and many others, but mostly including Uke!Naru. The series is rated PG(-13) for now, but will rise as the story progresses. If you have an issue with any form of Yaoi, the pairings, Uke!Naru or the ratings, then do not read.-The Uke Club -Chapter 2-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Mature chapters will be split from the entire chapter in dA so if it is deleted, the story will not have an entire chunk mysteriously missing. The story itself will be uninterrupted on my FF.net account*
Ch2: As If Things Can't Get Worse....
"Alright," Kakashi sighed. "Now that that's out of the way, what do you two say?"
Thanks to about twenty minutes of fighting, both Naruto and Sasuke sat in chairs facing opposite directions. It wasn't until another teacher from a different classroom came in and complained about the noise in the class for Kakashi to a
Faery Tale - Chapter SixFaery Tale - Chapter Six3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Six: A lingering headache
Itachi's never going to let this one go, thought Sasuke. He cursed any entity, person, or country worth cursing as he stood in the dark, holding a green slipper while the clock struck midnight.
Not only was he useless as a soldier, he also couldn't catch a single rookie thief. And a scrawny teenage girl at that. He felt his headache growing stronger at the thought of his brother finding out. Itachi always had a way of knowing things he shouldn't.
It's that blonde. He messed everything up.
Sasuke could have easily overpowered him had they gotten into a fight. But that girl ..Agh. He raised a hand to the back of his neck, it was beginning to swell. He hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable. A headache he could deal with, but a bump on his head would make him the butt of every joke. Every Itachi joke, that is.
He glanced again at the shoe. It didn't appear all that expensive or special. It probably came
Protection"Protection"Protection7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Kakashi and Naruto non-yaoi fic.
Kakashi ran faster than he'd ever run before.
The rain was pouring like ice against his skin and the faster he ran the more he felt it piercing his skin like small needles, but he had to get there, Naruto needed him and he had to get there before he did something stupid. Maybe telling Naruto about his parentage so soon after the loss of Jiraiya hadn't been a good idea, but he couldn't talk Tsunade-sama out of it, she thought it was time he knew so she told him everything. Naruto had run away without saying a word, but the grief and anger in his face was completely evident.
My guess was right..., Kakashi thought as he arrived at the memorial stone and stopped. Naruto stood before it, his head down. He ignored the cold rain and stared at the intently at the stone.
"How did you find me, sensei?" Naruto asked suddenly, his v
A Sad Childhood...Kakashi walked into through the darkened living room and into the kitchen where he flipped on a light. "I'm just a little thirsty Dad. I just want some milk and then I'll go to bed," the little boy said as he swung open the refrigerator door. He took out the carton of milk and poured some into a cup. He grabbed a straw and a cookie from the cookie jar and switched the light back off. He strolled casually back through the living room and back to his bedroom at the end of the hall.A Sad Childhood...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His lamp glowed brightly as he turned it on and set his cookie and milk on the desk beside his bed before picking up his sketchpad to continue drawing his portrait of his father. He smiled, revealing his shiny white teeth, as he thought about how happy his father would be when he saw the picture he had drawn for him. He would ruffle his gray hair and grin as he pinned it to the wall, next to the other pictures Kakashi had drawn for him.
He furrowed his brow as he thought about his father. He hadn't said anythi
Faery Tale - Chapter NineFaery Tale - Chapter Nine3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Nine: What we're made for
Naruto forced another grin. He didn't want to talk about his past if he could avoid it, and Sakura seemed smart enough to understand. After her impromptu offer to join their crew, she thanked him and left, mumbling something about preparing reports for her absent master.
With more time on his hands than he wanted, and no mission in sight; he decided to do a bit of exploring. He couldn't go to sleep yet, so he decided to memorize the layout of the house in the case of an emergency. From the size of it, he figured it could shelter twenty or thirty people maximum. There were two visible exits; one in the kitchen and another near the stairs. If the doors were barred, he could easily jump from any second floor window; his abnormal agility allowed him many near impossible feats.
He went back and forth between the rooms trying to find hidden passages, to no avail. Either the owner of this house was a genius at keeping secrets or naively str
Silence of the Sound2-KakaNaruThank you everyone for your comments and favorites! Sorry this chapter took a little bit of time. I wanted to maximize its length.Silence of the Sound2-KakaNaru5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I should be able to update at least once a week (hopefully more if I have the time).
I apologize for any typos or errors in the writing. I don't have anyone to beta, so I have to try and find these mistakes on my own. I fix it as soon as I see it
The Silence of the Sound
"When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly."*
"Broken left ulna, dislocated left shoulder, shattered olecranon process, fractured scapula, crushed ulna, snapped clavicle
His Angel A sigh-- John was slouching in his armchair, staring at Sherlock's seat that had remained empty for the past 6 months.His Angel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing up, John took a few steps forwards and reached out with a shaky hand to touch the chair Sherlock had once used, letting out an almost whiny sigh, closing his eyes briefly before sitting down. He'd been too afraid-- too weak, even, to touch Sherlock's chair or go too close to his bedroom. Living alone in the flat was like some sick kind of torture, but John couldn't find it in himself to just leave, either. Their home was the closest John could get to Sherlock, aside from visiting his grave-- but he'd thought that staying in the flat was more comforting.
With his arms resting on the arms of the chair, John leaned back. Mixed with the smell of leather upholstery, John could smell Sherlock-- he could smell his familiar yet dull scent of middle-class bar soap and expertly cleaned, fresh linen. As he exhaled slowly, a tear
I Failed Biology Oncei.I Failed Biology Once3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm like a pebble being skipped across the water, a small child having a brush with the unreal. My sanity is as transparent as these words that no longer make sense and I fear I'm going to lose my balance and fall off this tightrope soon. My only hope is the jaws of a lion aren't waiting below because I've yet to tame death and I can feel it consuming my shadow and prickling my skin with goose bumps.
They used to tell me I should join a circus one day but I preferred to eat animal crackers and sip on apple juice instead. There are a thousand, no a thousand and three miles separating my lungs and their deprecation of oxygen as they've filed a formal protest, suing me for negligence because of the one time I thought it would be cool to inhale cigarette smoke. I choked it right back up and my throat was sore for weeks, like the time I went scuba diving.
I was stung by a jellyfish and let out a girlish scream only to have ocean water jet down my throat. The salt clung to my eso
Jason Todd: Why"Why?"Jason Todd: Why3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Why why why why why?
So many why's.
Why did this happen? Why wasn't he there? Why didn't he avenge you?
You clutch at your chest, trying to stop the throbbing ache in your heart by digging into your own flesh with shaking, trembling fingers. Your erratic breathing is heavy, ragged, shallow; the only noise echoing around the decaying apartment building.
Pure, unadulterated rage suddenly fills you and with a snarl you fling your mask to the ground, trying to hide the obvious quaver in your voice, trying to stop the moisture from forming in your eyes.
"Why fucking not Bruce?"
And Bruce- God fucking damn him -just looks at you with a mixture of anger, of pity, of regret. And damn it, you're so ashamed.
"I'm not talking about killing the Penguin," you spit, the ache in your chest increasing with every, passing, second. You think you'd rather be dead, permanently this time. "Or Scarecrow, or Dent." As your voice rises so does the pain, and the lone
Naruto - Brother's KeeperBrothers KeeperNaruto - Brother's Keeper7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Description: Sandsib fic. One-shot. After returning to Sunagakure, Gaara feels overwhelmed by his newfound emotions, and Kankuro grieves over being unable to help his brother. Can they comfort each other and seal their bond as brothers? Set post Shippuuden ep. 32. Hurt-comfort.
Disclaimer: Gaara and the Naruto-verse are copyrighted by Masashi Kishimoto and Weekly Shonen Jump. I am making no profit; this is just for fun.
A/N: Set the first night after Gaara is rescued from his kidnapping.
Sabaku no Gaara yawned loudly. He uncurled his fingers and stretched them over his mouth, trying to stifle it. The yawn lasted a ridiculously long time, long enough that when he finally sat back against his desk chair, he couldnt remember exactly what he had been working on. He paused, stretching his arms, watching as th
GrimmUlqui: DollsThe sky is blue, so blue, a delusional, fantastical color that I've only ever seen in broken glass and festering wounds. Around me, life flourishes and blooms profusely at my feet, a sign that I do not belong. Sunlight filters through the trees and emerald streaks the ground like whiplash fragments of a sky turned upside-down. This is so far away. Is this a meadow? A forest? I don't even know. This is no black and white world. The air is thick with sweet scents, too many for me to distinguish, although I sense that there is life here, obnoxiously beautiful life surrounding me and making me feel secluded, lonely; again, not belonging.GrimmUlqui: Dolls5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where am I? How did I find this place? I don't even know why I am here. I just smelled flowers, and followed myself...
And then I found him, alone, holding a daisy in his hands.
He lifted his head to scent the air. "Grimmjow? You followed me." His voice was still lifeless, but it seemed soft as well, almost a whisper, as if he did not want someone to hear.
I Have A SecretIts all about control.I Have A Secret4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thats why I do it.
Everything else in my life is spiraling,
dangerously crashing down around me.
Its the one thing I can control.
(Its become very often)
I've begun to realize, though
that its more than control.
Thats why I first started.
But why do I continue?
Its a delicious moment,
Everything tasty and sweet.
Coursing through my veins in a sugary rush.
Time is up.
It is time to cleanse.
Oh, how it gives me the chills,
putting everything in...
Only to watch it all rush back out.
No other rush in the world
is quite as good as this one.
Stained--Stained8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Sasuke showed up at his front door with a bloody ANBU uniform and a closed expression on his face, Kakashi had gestured him into the house without a word. He walked into the bathroom and Sasuke followed, silently, his red-stained hands clenched tightly into fists at his side.
His legs wobbled and Kakashi sat him down on the rim of the bathtub and calmly started removing his clothes. The armor, stiff and dark with blood, was peeled off Sasuke's arms and torso and then tossed into the tub. Kakashi did a quick check over his student's upper body to make sure none of the blood was Sasuke's, and when all he saw was smooth, unbroken skin, he stripped Sasuke of his pants as well.
The dark-haired boy co-operated listlessly, offering his arms and legs when Kakashi pulled at them, lifting his head so Kakashi could slide his shirt up and off with relative ease. But his eyes were glassy and unfocused, and when Kakashi bent to rid Sasuke of his shorts, he saw that the boy's hands and legs w