DiamondsHidden within every storyDiamonds2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is a plethora of diamonds
Some are clear
And glint brightly in sunlight
I clutch them to my chest
And polish them
Keep them with me
Sometimes when words of dust
Are brushed away
Therein lies a black diamond
Blotched with rust
And swelling with fissures
They glint just as brightly
And I keep them with me
Slow DanceSlow DanceSlow Dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to
slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into a
You better slow down
Time is short.
Do you run through each day
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear
When the day is done
do you lie
with the next hundred chores
The music won't
Ever told your
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
not see his
let a good
never had time
and say "Hi"
better slow down
The music won't
When you run
so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of get
I Worry:Iconrainbow-iplz: :Iconrainbow-wplz::Iconrainbow-oplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-yplz:I Worry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I worry about everything.
I worry about what I did back then.
I worry about what I'm doing now.
I worry about what I will do later.
I worry for no reason.
I worry because I want to.
I worry because I need to.
I worry because I have to.
I worry at the worst times.
I worry when the world is thriving.
I worry when things are going good for me.
I worry when everyone's helping me.
I worry too much.
I worry even though I should be happy.
I worry even though it isn't necessary.
I worry even though I have it made.
Why do I worry anyway?
Is it because someone's talking behind my back?
Is it because I'm different than everyone?
Is it because I'm not as good as I say I am?
I guess perhaps I shouldn't worry, then, now, should I?
A Reluctant Slave - 58A Reluctant Slave - 585 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rain knew that although he wanted to spend time cuddling with Lucy at the lakeside, he had to get back to his pack. She seemed to have calmed down after their emotional exchange, the Alpha still being able to feel his heart pounding from the words they had spoken.
Lucy's amber eyes flickered up to him as they cuddled one another, stroking each other's skin with tender caresses whilst they enjoyed just being together for a moment. She knew they couldn't lie here forever, that there was a whole pack to deal with. She didn't know what had happened back in Baurn but she did know that Rain was back and he'd brought his men. Something major had shifted in his plans and she worried about the outcome of that.
"As much as I would love to lie here with you for hours, Lucy, we should get back to the pack," Rain breathed, stroking her cheek with a tenderness he had never truly showed another before. But it showed she hadn't felt such a caress before either as she turned into it, closing her eyes a
resipiscenthe was one of those dick-faced kids in shades of bright polyester salmon who seemed to always be laughing or looking at me. an ambiguous-named, feminine-famed all-school american douchebag in those quality leather sandals in the wintertime and golf-green shorts.resipiscent3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ta give you some background i'm about as far away on the social scale from him as one can get. you know how all the little groups overlap and flap together, pushed around in the wet sand like wave-rivulets blending little facets of stones together until it makes a dune? well our groups---they didn't even touch. i mean you could go from pop-jock to lacrosse to dipper to weed-dealer to hipster to artsy kid to photographer to theatre kid and MAYBE just MAYBE make a weak little chain like one o em shitty-ass jump rings that connect dollar-store lockets. but anyway the point i'm trying to make is we sit on opposite sides of the room and let sociology take its toll.
of course murphy's law works in that i never know anyone. is it that
A Reluctant Slave - 16A Reluctant Slave - 165 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lucy watched the door close, her body shuddering as her mind whirled with thoughts of what had just happened. Her body ached in memory of the pleasure Frost had given her; it craved more. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her naked form trembling as tears began to rise to her eyes.
What...what just happened?
A single tear trickled down her cheek and for the first time in a long time, she allowed her emotions to spill free. She was so confused. Before Frost and Rain had come she had suffered as expected when being the slave of a vampire, though she had always held hope that she would one day break free and get back to Solace.
But she knew that was never going to happen.
That one shred of hope with Lord Deacon had stopped herself from throwing herself off the balcony when she had been with him. It had made her continue her existence and carry on with the thought she could one day go back to Solace...though she knew it would be run by vampires now.
She'd never really thought things
You Don't Know Jack I walked down the cold, concrete street quickly, the stress of another day at work still resting on my tired bones. The wind whipped with a chilly autumn bite and dug deep through my coat. Cars flew past on the road, and people hurried about on the sidewalks. The sky was as gray as the ground, and as soulless as the rest of the cold city blocks.You Don't Know Jack1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned off the main thoroughfare to head down a smaller side street, hoping to avoid the traffic of the main roads. I pulled my cap down lower and huddled myself into my old coat even more as another blast of nippy air flew down the street. I was in a hurry as much as anyone else, and eager to get home and out of the bitter wind.
I trudged forward quickly, my mind moving as quickly and as numb as my legs as they trudged forward, step after step, through the cold city.
“A dollar for the poor?” The voice rasped out as I sped by.
I stopped quickly when I realized the raggedy old man was talking to me
fifteen"it's the happiest i've seen you in months..."fifteen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fear won't own me any longer
because you barred it at the door
halted it with hours of merriment
silenced by passing plates of amity
your selflessness keeps me from its jaws
and all the monsters in the world
couldn't sever what we have
A Reluctant Slave - 56A Reluctant Slave - 565 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Burning anger was all that consumed Lucy as she chased the Alpha werewolf from the cavern. She could feel it pounding through her veins like molten lava, wanting to scream and shout to release some of the tension within her
But chasing down Rain was helping.
Before he'd come in to see her she had been in a state of shock; she had awoken to find that she was still alive, something she had been fighting to break away from for so long now but there would be a twist to the tale she was a werewolf. The senses she had received from the transformation were amazing, smelling every scent around her and hearing faint echoes from distant places even now, chasing down the other werewolf, she was surprised at how easily she moved through the cavern, finding muscles in new places in her body which offered her a heightened speed to keep up with the Alpha male.
But none of this distracted Lucy from her anger or even helped the frustrated woman feel any better. She had been so close t
The RingsHear me read itThe Rings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everything about my funeral was perfect. My body rested, awaiting its captive audience, in the church hall over night. A Catholic tradition only afforded to true believers of the faith.
My entire family gathered and told stories of my better days. They remembered my contagious laughter, my love for them, and how I would cheat at cards to help my grandchildren win. They remembered the best parts of me, and my suffering fell into nothing.
I'd always loved flowers, and so there was no shortage of them that day. There were more flower heads in the church than there were people, but then, most of those I loved were waiting for me here.
My youngest grandchild had a great cross of lilac and white made. It included all my favourite scents and the muted, clean solemnity of white roses. I saw her grind her teeth when another bouquet arrived in the same colours. I saw the grit of anger that her thoughtful testament, crafted fr
A Reluctant Slave - 35A Reluctant Slave - 355 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the second time in a month Frost walked into the Council's chamber, though this time as an accepted member. The Council only met up once a month officially but when something drastic happened they often called a meeting to decide what should be done. In this case one of the Council members had murdered an important pawn in the human realm and none of the vampires seemed to be pleased...apart from Gregori.
Frost's pale blue eyes focused on the group of vampires before him as he walked in; they weren't seated but were standing and waiting for Frost to arrive with annoyed expressions. They weren't too keen on him being a part of the Council in the first place, especially since his disruption in the first meeting but what he had done this time had caused them all an annoyance as they were set back in their plans.
Frost stopped before them, giving them all a smile, "well don't you all look pleased to see me."
"That was sarcastic and yet I actually look pleased," Gregori frowned, his usu
twelvespurning saintstwelve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was never your strong suit
but carrying me
from the rose-gold crucifix
'you were never needed
for this much of a sacrifice'
perhaps a few saints
will mellow into seafoam
while we keep our
Goddess' WrathHolding your precious life in my hands,Goddess' Wrath2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You tore my heart, such a cruelty to withstand.
Foolish mortal that denied me this love,
Was I worthy of this ire, I, Goddess of Love.
Abide my bidding, your debt will be repaid,
Escape is futile, time will never ever fade.
Endless nightfalls will render your sun to dispel,
Welcome my love to your cruciating pits of hell.
I will savour watching you endlessly fall,
Never forget you are mine, soul and all.
My heartless cruelty, such a sweet dissonance,
Breaking your every limbs in just accordance.
Symphonies of your lamentations pleases me,
Erasing hopes from your sight so allures me.
I am darkness, I am abyss, I will never cease,
This hatred, now sole purpose of my existence.
Insolent human, face this wrath I set upon you,
Blackness will unfold its arms to devour you.
Clutching rivers of endless universes, I am almighty!
My venomous claws will shred your dishevelled body.
I will crush your very existence to dust so slowly.
Hear me as I damn you to
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Sucks to be MeJAMESSucks to be Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What do you do when your old life is over?
What is the new life to be?
Twelve years of sailing, of ocean surveying,
and here I am, far from the sea.
I can't pay the bills yet,
I've no job to fill yet.
This world is a far different place.
But somehow I can't free
the feeling I might see,
an old friend,
a familiar face.
What's the matter?
I didn't get
Aw, I'm sorry!
Me too! I mean, look at me!
I'm ages out of canan, and I
always thought ugh.
No, it sounds stupid.
Aw, come on!
When I first moved here,
I thought I would be...
A great detective with
my past behind me!
But then they put me into
It sucks to be me.
It sucks to be me.
It sucks to be tossed aside
and haunted by your
Two-Step -- GerItaThe sound was soothing; the soft pitter-patter of raindrops bouncing off the leafy canopy surrounded them as the two walked through the garden. The dreary gray of the sky only intensified the colors of the flowers around themthe striking scarlet of roses; bright pinks, whites, and oranges of lilies; and the deep blue of irises all stood stark against the clouds, brightening their path in lieu of the sun.Two-Step -- GerIta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was becoming more often than not that the cheerful Italian could convince him to leave his stuffy office to spend time together. Germany didn't mind the little distractions, despite how much he would initially protest; time with Italy had an almost therapeutic effect on him. Life would become an amazing event through the eyes of the bubbly brunet; no matter if it was the pasta he ate for lunch every day or finding a bird's nest in his window sill, everything was recounted with wide gestures and a bright smile, managing to add a small bit of cheer to any day.
And it was at the
Unstable Chapter 1CHAPTER 1Unstable Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At age twenty-one, I was finally getting my first job. I, Henry Lau, a college graduate with a degree in social services, had gotten a job at the Han Psychiatric Ward in downtown Seoul. When it became known in my graduating class that the ward was replacing an employee and requested a young person with a degree in social services, everyone jumped at the chance. The director of the ward, Han Geng, came to the college to interview, and the line to the office he was in was practically a mile long! When I got the letter saying I was accepted, I barely believed it.
But here I was, ready to start my life working at the Han Psychiatric Ward. It was thrilling.
"No turning back now Henry." I said to myself, trying to calm my nerves as I walked up to the building. When I walked through the glass doors, I found myself in what looked like a waiting room, with a little sofa, and a coffee table, and a little tree in the corner. I walked up to the desk that was encased in glass with a windo
A Reluctant Slave - 27A Reluctant Slave - 275 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas chuckled, shaking his head, "no, Maria last time you got stuck."
"No!" Thomas laughed only to receive a pout from his younger sister. They were walking through the fields outside of their small village, watching the sunrise over the land. Ever since the nearby city of Solace had been taken over by vampires he didn't trust the night and as such made as much as he could out of the daylight hours. Having an overly enthusiastic younger sister tended to help that as she hurried through the long grass in front of him. "Don't go too far ahead!" A wave from his sister was all he got to show that she'd heard him.
Thomas's mind settled on Solace, once a rich, vibrant city with traders from across Iann going to exchange goods within its walls. Now people feared entering the city; people disappeared there and even though there was no confirmation that Lord Vincent was a vampire, it was strongly suggested that he was. None of the other cities could prove it, however, so
LostWhen will this endless fog vanish from my mind?Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can sense something truly precious exists. Everytime I almost reach it, it vanishes.
If only I could remember your loving face, your tender touch, your name.
I would do anything, to be by your side again.
The more I try, the harder I fail bleeding internally, feeling so helpless and lonely.
Veils upon veils clouds my senses, lost forever inside myself.
Running endlessly looking for an escape, a light, a word that will trigger it all,
To finally be free from this hell.
Haunted by the upcoming roars of those stunning dawns or cruel darknesses,
My nights are filled with dreadful nightmares.
So lost, endlessly falling, nothing to hold onto, reality has ceased to exist,
Blindness has become my only truth.
Will I ever wake up one day and remember my own name?
Each passing day is such a struggle, so filled with fear of the unknown that lies within me.
I cannot control them, every one surfacing is a gamble and when it happens, well...
I am so
APH - PossessionTitle: PossessiveAPH - Possession4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: England & America / Arthur & Alfred
Warning: Country Names, Shounen-Ai
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by a fan for fans. This has no relation to the real countries and its people. Hetalia Axis Powers rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Summary: When Alfred finally shows up after a weekend of ignoring Arthur, Arthur sees red especially since Alfred was sporting swollen lips and didn't bother in hiding his infidelity!
He showed up on his doorstep. He dared to show himself and in such a state!
His eyebrow twitched. His arm shot up, grabbing him by the collar and pinned him on the wall. His eyes glaring at the blonde he pinned on the wall.
He choked, but not by the grip on his collar. It was from the eyes that pinned him heated eyes with lust, desire marking him, possessing his soul.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Starfox ChangesAn orange fox of about twenty some years old laid on the light blue, comfy cushions of one of the couches in the nice looking wreck room inside the massive, bulk of a ship, the Great Fox.Starfox Changes7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He just lay there staring up into the space in his mind where he grieves for the former love of his life, Krystal, who left to join up with Foxs rivals, Star Wolf.
ALL STAR FOX MEMBERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE BRIDGE, Rob, the Great Foxs robot, paged in his mechanical voice over the intercom. Fox really didnt want to get up but he slowly pulled himself off the soft couch onto his feet. He walked out and headed for the bridge.
-Great Fox, Bridge-
Fox entered the large room to see only a robot there. The room had a large square room that had two doors on every wall; all but the one in the back left were bedrooms, the last was a door to the hall which is the one Fox came through. There was no wall on the opposite side except for an optional wall that can come from
A Reluctant Slave - 40A Reluctant Slave - 405 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Manor was busier that Lucy had ever seen it before; Frost had gotten the wolves and slaves working overtime in preparation for the party in a few days. He had been so busy he had barely spent any time with her, which she was thankful about and she enjoyed it whilst she could. She doubted, in the future, that she would get many opportunities where he didn't pay her any attention, and she was thankful for it.
But what struck her as odd was that Rain was hardly speaking to her. Before he would flirt or make snide remarks to her, but now she was lucky if he muttered a word to her. It was if something had drastically changed within the wolf from the man she'd met before, and she wasn't sure how to take it. Then again, things had been changing so drastically for her recently she didn't know how to take anything; Solace was now run by vampires, wolves were working with a vampire and the Shadowlands was closer to war than she'd previously thought. There was nowhere to run to get away from
Haunting DreamMemories I have not seen before take a hold of my emotions.Haunting Dream2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It whispers faintly, but wavers heavily on my heart.
Images of the past lie before me.
Mixed with abstract depictions
A cruel recipe.
I surrender to this reminiscion
Falling ill with nostalgia sickness.
Such a strange sense of comfort.
Deep within me, I know what this must mean.
Underneath this exaggerated scene lies bittersweet truths.
This haunting dream
It lingers on my mind.
The way things used to be . . .
The genuine happiness I felt with a special friend.
We have drifted apart.
Even mentioning your name makes me tearful.
Could we possibly ever be together again like before?
Or have we both changed too much for it to be a reality?
I wish to be with you again.
But time has passed on for far too long.
Fond memories have become hazy.
I'm afraid of forgetting.
So I cling to them in desperation.
I have a feeling this haunting dream will come again.