tiredim just so tiredtired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired of being laughed at
tired of being bitched at behind my back
tired of being beaten
tired of feeling this pain
tired of feeling sad
tired of feeling hated
tired of feeling im never good enough
tired of living a lie
tired of living in general
im just so tired....
Puffy CheeksSomething tugged at his hair, and Nurarihyon turned. "Rihan?" he asked, looking at his son. The little youkai tripped over to him, and climbed up in his lap. "Daddy," he said, sitting down cross-legged in his fathers lap. Nurarihyon smirked, and ruffled the young ones hair. "Playing adult again, Rihan?" he asked, and Rihan puffed up his big round child-cheeks. "I am an adult." he said. Nurarihyon chuckled, and leaned his elbow on his knee. "Of course." he agreed teasingly. "And what is it that the big adult little adult Rihan want his aged father, then?"Puffy Cheeks4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rihan scowled, his cheeks filling with even more air. Nurarihyon poked one of them, and the air wheezed out through between the little boys pursued lips. Rihan's scowl deepened, and Nurarihyon just smiled in amusement.
"I don't think I should tell you anymore." Rihan said, turning his head from his father with a huff.
"Hou~ I see." Nurarihyon smirked, and closed his eye almost completely. Through an eye that was just slightly cracked o
Please hate me.I am black paint on white canvas,Please hate me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hasty smear that ruins the otherwise perfect picture,
the hole in the tapestry in the womans smile,
the lighting struck tree, burnt out for millenia.
I am the rain on your window, clouding the sky,
turning your sunlight grey and your mood dark,
the childhood diary filled with tear stains,
the broken lock, useless and rusty.
I am the crooked smile on your friends face,
a niggling feel that not everythings quite as it should be,
the drifting sadness of a forgotten dream,
the envelope containing the suicide note.
I am the darkness in the corner of your room,
mouldering and distorted as I curl up tighter,
the night time enveloping the beautiful sunset,
the knife that draws the blood from your wrists.
I am everything you hate, your every fear,
your broken heart and shattered dreams,
I am the broken toys that you shoved under your bed,
and the love letter left under a pile of books.
I am inescapable, unrelenting, as dangerous and unpredictable
as a tsunami
Chubby!AshXReader- It'll be okAsh was yet again eating his feelings out. He could never win; at least not fairly. He hated that he was a failure. He tried to beat the elite four, and only ended up killing his favorite Pokemon; Pikachu.Chubby!AshXReader- It'll be ok2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt guilty and stupid. The only thing that calmed these feelings were food. Today, he was stuffing his face with a mountain of cheesy bacon fries. He had gained 30 pounds since this event happened. His best friend (name) was really concerned as she saw her friend eating his heart out.
"Ash, are you okay?" She asked softly. She already knew his answer, but getting him to acknowledge them is a good start on the road to recovery.
"Yeah....just hungry..." He said, taking the last bite, then going to the freezer and pulling out a tub of Ice cream.
She stopped him from retrieving the frozen treat. (Name) was tired of him doing this to himself. She would to rather have him eat out of enjoyment than sorrow.
"Ash, why do you keep doing this to yourself?" She asked him, holding his hand.
NiesmiertelnaJak powiesz nocy, żeNiesmiertelna7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
mrugała miliardem oczu,
zawstydzona, że nas widzi?
Że Droga Mleczna to ślepy zaułek
Że nasze ciała nie są niebieskie....
Czemu rzucasz w kąt wspomnienia
Czyhają tam na mnie
Mam w piersi zegar
Już pora mu zawrócić
Niech stanie, na wysokości zadania
Śmiertelnych ran, przecież, nie leczy
To im się wytłumacz
Moje serce nie pojmie,
że miłość umiera
Friday InterventionYou caught me by the hipFriday Intervention2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the pulchritude of that moment
Is splayed across my cartilage,
Held together at the nape of my neck
By tremulous lips
And the arabesque of intimacy
ripples across the webbing
of blue divots
parading as bruises
with their nagging expostulations.
press your thumb against them again
and elicit yet another poem
in the shape of my mouth
capacious and unrehearsed
before you leave
before you leave...
"You wear those emotions like a cheap, suede coat," the Toilet Bowl
Rhyming SuicideRhyming Suicide8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the edge of suicide,
Our two worlds do not collide.
The force is strong,
The wind won't break.
I stray away from your side.
Out in the rain I am weak,
Aware of the pain, my fate is bleak.
The smell of the earth,
The texture of the rocks.
Through the darkness my eyes will seek.
Thoughts combine to a meaningful stare,
There will not be war I shall declare.
The purity of the water,
The droplets of grace.
Looks like I will have scars to bear.
I can't part with my dispise,
My anger will not be disguised.
The atmosphere is dark,
The air is icy.
No envisaged hapiness will arise.
There is no joy that I will fake,
No heart that I will awake.
The flame here is blazing,
The heat not worth erasing.
This small joy I did not make.
(c) Indy23 - RW
You Make Me HumanRead Artist's Comment before you read this fiction please</i>You Make Me Human8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It has been one year since the events of Hueco Mundo, Las Noches, and Aizens inevitable defeat. Ichigo had saved Orihime but not without breaking her hearts months later with the tragic truth of his love for Rukia. Time has passed and Orihime has slowly managed to get over the pain of the loss of her one true love but still has lingering feelings within the deepest parts of her heart. She continues living at home peacefully and lets life continue on. Days go by as she continues school with the occasional minor Hollow attack on KaraKura Town. Every once in awhile Rangiku and Toshiro would visit Orihime to keep company and spend time with that her because she was a very special friend they bonded with. She quietly walked through the hallways of the school letting her long flowing orange-brown hair sway through the air as she headed for class.
Meanwhile in the very desserts of Hueco Mundo one Arrancar wander aim
prostor izmedju svegaprostor izmedju svega4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ponekad mogu uci duboko
u prostor između svega
i tamo vas sve osjecam
i nevjerojatnu kolicinu ljubavi
za koju ni neznate da nosite u sebi
i cini mi se da ce na kraju sve biti dobro
sometimes I can get inside
deep into space between everything
I can feel you all there
and amount of love beyond any words
that you don't even know you have
and it seems to me that all will be well
If I Die Astride a HorseIf I die astride a horseIf I Die Astride a Horse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I pray thee, do not change his course
Let me fall where e’er I may
And there, I pray thee, let me lay
Let the fall leaves cover me o’er
Let flesh become what was before
It be not a wretched thing
Among my bones a garden springs
My spirit flies to heav’n now
To meet my Lord amongst the clouds
My Little Pony: La esencia del honor. MC 2 Segundo Material ComplementarioMy Little Pony: La esencia del honor. MC 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
La guerra de los corazones y mentes, La guardia negra
La guerra no solo un asunto de acero chocando y grandes batallas. Es una situación de compromiso a cada miembro del ejército para obtener la victoria, siempre valoramos a los soldados y generales, pero nunca a los médicos que salvan vidas y a los cocineros. Un ejército es capaz de marchar lo que le permita su estomago y, es por eso, que las líneas de suministro son importantes; para un bando u otro. La moral es relativa a esto también, y una baja moral causaría una desbandada total. Ningún método es malo, siempre y cuando el resultado sea la victoria.
Reino de Equestria
• Minutepony: ponys que no están oficialmente en el ejército de Equestria,
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
Possible to Regret?Is it possiblePossible to Regret?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fully regret someone?
Cause if it is,
I think I'd regret you.
I'd regret letting you fool me,
like a jester would a king.
I'd loathe allowing myself to believe
that what you were offering was love.
I'd regret thinking your flowers
would never wilt.
I'd regret you to the edge of hate,
to the very tip of scorn.
You crept beneath my skin
touched me in most sacred ways.
Then threw me howling with laughter.
I may as well have been bloody with shame.
Do not talk to me about regret or hate.
For I know more about it than you ever will.
Rose Petals in the Wind Ch. 4Rose Petals in the Wind (End)Rose Petals in the Wind Ch. 43 years ago in Settings More Like This
(Okay, so for reals now, this is the end. -telling myself this too, lol- I really was shocked at the comments I got from readers too. I’m happy you all had so many feels!!! And be prepared, there are plenty left! Haha! In this rap-up of a chapter, I hope you’ll cry, swoon, and rejoice with are favorite characters! Thanks for reading! And please read many, many more of my Sonamy stories~ I‘ll try not to disappoint! ^^ )
Shadow weaved in and out of the forest, Sonic right on his tail the whole while long. The night was young, and so was the energy, but Amy just kept looking back to Sonic’s determined face. ‘Is he really… trying to save me… for the right reasons..?’ she tried not to doubt him, but the events of this odd day had her swimming in heart break. Was the Wind going to reclaim his friend? Or was he going to reclaim his true love? Either way, Amy wanted to get off of shadow’s s
How To: Write a DrarryHow To: Write a Good DrarryHow To: Write a Drarry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Start with them hating each other
2. Put them in a room, all alone (detention or trapped in the Room of Requirement will do)
3. They miraculously become friends for no explained reason
4. Ron gets mad
5. They both realize they love each other, but don't tell each other
6. Ron randomly is no longer angry
7. One of them accidentally tells the other his feelings
8. They end up snogging in a public place that is randomly empty (such as a major hallway, the Quidditch pitch, or the lake)
9. They secretly "see each other" (i.e. have sex) nightly in the Room of Requirement or the Astronomy Tower. Strangely, this does not alter their sleeping patterns
10. Hermione finds out
11. They come out in the Great Hall in a shocking way (walk in holding hands, or randomly start snogging. Snogging is the best option). NOTE: it must be the Great Hall. It can't be an equally crowded place.
12. Everyone is shocked, but eventually they all start applauding, even the
The Red Room PrologueI guess I can start with a feeling. Not a feeling, the feeling. The feeling that I get when I am assaulted with this place, with this thing. Horror, of course, is the first emotion. But it isn't the horror that makes you unable to move, to be paralyzed with fear. Its the horror that makes you want out of your own skin, makes you scratch at your flesh, bang your head on the wall. The horror you crack, makes you beat at whatever it near, makes you gouge the eyes out of whatever poor soul you can get your hands on. But right now, right now the horror is fading. The horror is ceasing. The horror is being quenched by another feeling as I fill my hands with the blood of unknown beings. The feeling of hate, or pain, or the horror that engulfs my min fade and leaves only a singular feeling of serenity.The Red Room Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:Sudden Cruelty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live f
25.2.13 - fragments184.108.40.206 - fragments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are hypnosis,
i am your side effect
you, the ash
i, the flame
you are the storm,
and i am
i am everything
you have made me
i can count the kisses
planted on collarbones
and hip bones between
on two hands
the poems written
for other boys
on one -
but i will always find myself
looking for you in their eyes
because i don't know
how to love
when i'm not loving you
sometimes i close my eyes,
go back to that night -
washed in blue, i watched you
held your shaking hand to my chest
as you unfurled, a flower with broken petals
under moonlight, drunk
dizzy and in love
teaching each other what we were
between bitten lips and shy smiles
but i realise you probably don't remember
the world mimics us
in this blur
that we have become
holds onto my hand
when you cannot
drowned in the apathy
of a ruined peak
will live for a while
in the flash of a camera
that stained your eyes red -
i don't know what i'll do with that photo
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:It's okay to be different1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
My ObsessionI can feel it:My Obsession7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rushing through my veins,
Telling my heart to race;
My mind focused--
Lines of speech in my mind,
Blocking the world out.
These words won't stay away.
I can see it:
Already it's so clear,
The blood rushing down my arm;
Dripping to the floor.
Images of agony controlling me,
Tears from closed eyes;
All from a closed mind:
Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcageWriters Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null
Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page
There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page
Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...