CrimsonThe secret of beautyCrimson10 months 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)d8 months 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
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
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
SleepingHe's dyingSleeping2 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.
We Remember Everything (Loki X Luna)Know your place, Brother.We Remember Everything (Loki X Luna)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You're my son... I wanted only to protect you from the truth...
Loki, this is madness!
You can't kill an entire race!
I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!
This was a place unfamiliar to even the well-traveled Æsir known for his trickery, lies and mischief. The god had fallen only to find himself in a woods he had not explored before. It was not one he had used to study away from prying, contemptuous eyes, and it was not one journeyed through on some quest his father had assigned he and his brother.
That thought made Loki, the fallen Æsir, to wince as if in pain.
In an attempt to shake off the pain associated with those things, Loki moved a hand to his head while he continued to lay uncomfortably stomach down on the ground. The contact on his head would not be what he expected, however. Instead
i'm afraid of what i've becomeI knew a girli'm afraid of what i've become7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who was lost in stereo
She made music all day
And listened to it all night
I knew a girl
Who used to be happy
She always had a smile
But, it's disappeared
I knew a girl
Who wasn't afraid to talk
Now she spends her days
Mourning in silence
I knew a girl
Who was skin and bone
She was called fat,
Although she wasn't
I knew a girl
Whose skin glowed
But now her wrists
Are lined with scars
I knew a girl
Who was in a struggle
But chose to surrender
I stared down
At this girl who I had known
While they lowered her casket
Into the cold earth
As they covered her
And I never left
The girl I had once been
Transitional OppressionExclusion is a fleeting principleTransitional Oppression5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pain is something known by us all
Oppressors and victims keep trading places
Nothing is hidden from the public spaces
Lives were ended by the hands of man
Dried blood can be found among the grains of sand
Black or white, everyone has had to suffer
The dominant force may change, but the scars remain
Physical torture is enough to make skin quiver
You can lie all you want, but we all share a name
Every human is bonded by a similar thread
We’ve been outcast by reality and in our own heads
Subservience to others is a stain on history
An omnipotent force that revels in transitional oppression
You might be trapped now but in a flash you could be free
Just don’t repeat the mistakes of former rulers
Or the cycle will continue as you fall to new overseers
Bondage and punishment are the tools of the trade
They say don’t fight back, it’s better to leave things unsaid
Vengeance is the force that keeps us in the dark
Unless it is abandoned, n
S-heSheS-he2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't want to be treated like a girl
Doesn't want to be called a "woman"
Doesn't want to be made fun of
Doesn't like to be called "her"
Doesn't like the name she was given
Never fit in with the other kids
Never wanted an hourglass shape
Didn't understand why nobody else felt like her
Would much rather be a he
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Congratulations, you didn’t turn out to be as much of a bitch as you thought you would. This really isn’t a huge accomplishment, but I do remember you always being nervous that people would never get along with you because they thought you were mean. I’m sure a great deal of this fear derived from being born in Russia. Although you came to the United States when you were five, many people treated you different from the natural born citizens. Trust me, when you are older everyone will think being a Russian is “awesome,” not something they should fear or tease you for.
As you get older, you will learn that you care more about the issues around the world. I know when you were in 9th grade, you said that you “couldn’t care less about the people around you.” This is not how you will think in a few years. Many things will change; some changes may even surprise you. You know how you wanted to be a film producer? Well you can throw
I wonderI wonder who’d careI wonder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I’d crash and burn
At this very moment.
I no longer do.
I no longer have the fight in me,
Like an engine without oil,
I’m out of juice.
I feel cold.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I wonder why I’m still here.
I wonder about these tears rolling down my cheeks,
I wonder if they’re a sign.
I wonder if I've given up.
I feel as though I have.
My body’s still moving
Drawing haggard breaths
That rattle into my aching, empty skull.
I wonder why.
Fanfic: Brotherly LoveBrotherly LoveFanfic: Brotherly Love6 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kristoph Gavin appeared to be perfect in every waylooks, grades, popularity, workand none knew it better than Klavier.
His brother had raised him, after all. The older Gavin rarely had time for Klavier between school and two part-time jobs But when Klavier did get to be with Kristoph, he saw the sides of his brother that nobody else did.
Most people saw Kristoph as a hard worker and perfectionist. Klavier always had too, and hed had the highest adoration for Kristoph. However, once the older boy had snapped at him for having annoying, pet-like loyalty.
The young boy had then locked himself in his room, crying and swearing to avoid Kristoph for the rest of the week. However, soon after, Kristoph had come to Klaviers door, whispering soothing apologies until Klavier had let him in. He had then cradled Klavier in his arms for several minutes, telling him that his admiration was actually cute.
Another time, Klavier had woken up in th
One special personEveryone leaves you.One special person1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone gives up.
Everyone stops loving you, and stops believing in you, and stops caring about you.
Everyone will say something to hurt you.
Everyone will eventually agree with you when you say “I feel worthless”.
And everyone will eventually say something about you.
And everyone will hurt you intentionally.
Everyone leaves you.
And everyone gives up.
But one person, one special person
Will never leave you.
Will never give up on you.
Will never stop loving you, and never stop believing in you, and never stop caring about you.
Never say anything to hurt you.
Never let you say “I feel worthless”, because with them, you won’t.
Never say or listen to anything bad about you.
And never hurt you.
Never leave you.
RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 1)RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 1)11 months ago in Romance More Like This
"For God's sake, would you shut up already? You've been talking nonstop ever since we set out!" Lovino shouted, highly annoyed with his brother Feliciano.
"But Lovi! I haven't finished my story yet!" Feliciano protested, pouting slightly.
"Maybe I'd be more inclined to listen to you if you weren't talking so fast, and you weren't shouting at the top of your lungs!" Lovino hissed.
"Alright, I'll go slower," Feliciano agreed, and then continued rambling; albeit slower and quieter than before.
As Lovino listened half-heartedly to his brother's tale, his eyes wandered to a young woman who was sitting under a tree a little ways away. Something about her intrigued him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
She wasn't the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. In fact, quite the opposite. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was frizzy, messy, and looked like it hadn't been brushed or washed in days. Her tired (e/c) eyes had dark circles under them, and she was wearing a ve
Vampire?Vampire?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Sexy when pissed and good at sucking? Iruka is 'definitely' a vampire.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto as we all know, I just like to play with them.
"What's that, Iruka-sensei?" the little girl asked, tugging at Iruka's sleeve.
Iruka looked down from where he was writing the day's lesson on the board. Most of the class was already out the door for lunch and he was surprised she was lagging behind. "What's what, Akemi-chan?"
"You look like you have an owie on your neck, Iruka-sensei..." She pointed up with one hand.
"Ah... uhm..." He felt his face burn and struggled to come up with a reasonable excuse.
"A vampire bit him."
He turned to glare at the copy nin who was perched on the window sill. 'I'm going to kill him.'
"A vampire?" Akemi asked, clearly doubtful.
Kakashi's eye that wasn't covered by his hitai-ate crinkled happily and the masked shinobi nodded. "I saw it myself."
The little girl's eyes wi
Faery Tale - Chapter SevenFaery Tale - Chapter Seven3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Seven: Strays
Following the girl wasn't hard at all. She kept tripping over her dress every two minutes. For Naruto, the chase turned out to be a long relaxing stroll under the moonlight.
At last, he stopped at a three- story building that reeked with squalor. The signs were so rusty and obscure, he couldn't read them. A window was lit, the building was occupied.
This must be the girl's home.
Naruto shook his head in disbelief. Running straight home was a fatal mistake. If someone else were following the whip of pink hair, like that dark haired bastard, the entire building would have been raided.
Naruto shrugged off the thought and continued to follow the girl. Fatal mistake or not, it was not his business, he just wanted a place to sleep.
"So this is where you live? Not too bad Can I stay?"
She whipped around, screaming. Wow, she did not hear him walking behind her. Her skills were even worse than he imagined!
Iruka vs 'Sherlock'Iruka vs 'Sherlock'3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: Iruka versus 'Sherlock'
Pairing: KakaIru / SherlockJohn
Summary: If there was anyone who was a bigger pain in the ass than Kakashi than it was 'that man'.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Naruto or Sherlock
AN: Happy belated B-day Jofelly! Sorry it's late, was distracted by RL and stuffs. Hope you like it.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
He heard the sounds before he had even opened the door and after years of hearing that sound he knew what it was. Opening the door, Iruka ground his teeth together and sucked in a breath, trying desperately to remind himself why killing the 'supposed' genius knocking holes in his wall with shuriken would be a bad thing. "What are you doing?"
Kakashi looked at him, blinked, and threw another shuriken. "I'm bored."
"And you thought destroying my apartment was an appropriate way to relieve yourself of that?" Iruka clenched a fist, his left eyebrow twitching slightly. "You train, take a mission, read your porn, or I don't know how about clean
RussiaxBullied!Reader SmileSchool? Hell.RussiaxBullied!Reader Smile1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Every day is a living nightmare. I can’t stand it. The torture doesn’t stop even when I get home. It’s not the fact that I’m abused, I actually have a good family and am thankful for it. It’s the fact that they found my phone number, my facebook, my e-mail, everything, and my parents don’t believe that what they say is bad enough to get help. “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a lie worse than that. Words hurt just as much as sticks and stones. Personally, I’d take the sticks and stones over the words.
They make fun of me for everything. My hair, my eyes, how I look, dress, hell they even make fun of my name, which caused me to start going by my middle name.
It’s only a group of classmates, three girls and two boys, but nobody else tries to stand up for me.
I’ve forgotten how
i didn't start that firei'm glad they've been no more sparks between us because if one jumped just a little too far out of my dreams and made contact with my gasoline imagination, there's no telling if i'll recover again.i didn't start that fire3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'll be branded with burns that sear your name into my flesh and a constant reminder of a runaway love gone wrong. we would have run to the north star because our forefathers muttered that it would always point the way but that's where this adventure takes a turn south because the universe is spiraling and we don't know what to believe anymore.
there's no constants in this equation and we're rolling dice to determine the numbers, using playing cards and chess pieces to determine the positions. i think we're just looking for something to blame,
because i didn't start that fire.
Even until the endI have supported you,Even until the end3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when others have not.
I have been there for you,
When others have left your side.
I will never abandon you.
But the time has come
And you have moved on.
You have found the one,
With whom you belong.
But I will never abandon you.
You seem to be happy
That is all that I could want.
Regardless of who you are with.
But I will never abandon you.
Though you must realize, I am a person too.
I also must move on,
And be with people other then you.
But we will always be friends,
That will never change.
I will never abandon you.
You have been through too much.
People have been cruel to you.
All the rumours and hate,
Involved in it all.
If I had gone through what you have,
I would've had no choice but to fall.
And after all you have endured.
The betrayal of your friends.
It must have been horrible,
Not knowing what people were planning to your ends.
I will never abandon you
And I will always be you friend,
Even until the end.
I love you.
Life is MusicWe live our livesLife is Music4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By following various beats
Each beat gives off vibration
Vibration creates a sound
Each of us
Makes a different sound
But we can mix it up
No matter how crazy
The beat comes out
For it creates music
Life is music
Everything makes sounds
Each has a different beat
A wonderous melody
Creating songs of joy
Each of us
Is a music note
We sing it
We dance it
We beat it
We play it
Life is a symphony
A musical in which we live
For the sounds of life
Are all around us
As the wind blows
River stream flows
Birds chirp happily
In cities and towns
As the sounds fill the air
Chattering going about
It creates a collab of sounds
Life is like music
It creates beauty
It can create noise
But it plays a great role
For all of mankind
Music touches the soul
Heals the heart
It gives us meaning
To remember the good things
That we hold so dear in life
To help us remember
What is important to us
Music gives us meaning
It gives life to us
Music assures us
That things will
Naruto: Why don't you?I can't stand it.Naruto: Why don't you?9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can't stand to see you like this. Why, why do you just sit there- lost? Why do you brush off all of the taunts they give you? Why do your eyes cloud over in that way, like you're lost in another world? Why do you just take it? No one else can see the way your hands clench over orange fabric. No one else can tell the way you want to scream, but no sound comes out. No one else can tell, because they've never felt the same way as you. No one's been this lonely. Except, maybe, for me. But I daren't assume.
But soon, before I can say a thing, you leave. Walking alone among the path of invisible people, you are the only one I can see... Crimson eyes or not. And I follow, making sure you cannot see me, hear me. Amongst chattering townsfolk and laughing children, it's no suprise I'm inaudible.
Lately, I feel so small. Or maybe the world around me has grown too fast. But whatever the reason, whatever the cause, I feel so helpless. How was I to know it was happening? I was ve
to the girl with loud smiles and scrawny legsWhen youto the girl with loud smiles and scrawny legs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
were a young man you
loved a girl; she was
very skinny and
had a small
mouth. You had
at that time but
she loved you
her company in
your big house and
of her feet
on the kitchen
floor and the
way her breasts
looked in her red
dress so you
married her. It
love greatly once; now as
an old man you
think of her from
time to time
and wonder if
she was your once,
your Great Once⎯
no, not her, her
legs were too
thin and she smiled
You once yelled
at her for smiling
while you wrote ⎯ she smiled
so loudly ⎯ and
from then on she
smile so often
She once confessed
that she cried
on subways because of
you and you did
not believe her because
that girl was
and you told
her this and
she left you.
It is no
matter now, you think,
she is in Paris with
maybe actors or
music men but not
writers like you;
you are an old
man and you did not like
her loud s