Burdened With WritingSometimes I feel the colossal weight upon my shoulders whenever people regard me with such deep reverence in their eager shines. Writing – an amazing gift to weave tales of imagination with just a flick of a pen across fresh papers of a new notebook. Little do people know that writing can be a double edged sword at the best of times, especially when you’re thrown into a chaotic den where you’re surrounded by people wanting you to write something for them.Burdened With Writing2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A wise old man once gave me some useful advice, truthful words that still remain in my mind even until this day. He told me this: “Do not get yourself caught in a trap where you write for someone’s entertainment. The art of writing itself should be used as a simple instrument; you should write for your own enjoyment and pleasure.”
I was only a young girl when that happened, around eight years old. And yet if he were to see me right now, I could only imagine him being so disappointed with how I turne
Will you be my home?Will you be my homeWill you be my home?1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
Your SaviourYou ask for life, and your path seeks death,Your Saviour3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You want freedom, yet you bind yourself in chains,
You plead for safety, but put yourself in harms way,
You admit that you are lost, but deny guidance.
For you all these things I do my best to provide, yet still I must do more,
So tell me, please, I beg of you, how can I save you?
What will it take to open your eyes, show you that your pain is killing me?
Everything I do, I do for you, as your happiness is mine,
Does this make me selfish, or simply human?
I am at my wits end, the breaking point, I have just myself left to give,
My dream is life forever with you, no pain, no sorrow, just love.
So tell me, please, I beg of you, how can I save you..?
Los amantes del alba, morby.Los amantes del alba, morby.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mordecai y Rigby, los dos mejores amigos unidos por una gran y hermosísima amistad, estaban jugando plácidamente unos entretenidos videojuegos, hasta que Mordecai el arrendajo habló.
-Ya me aburrí de jugar, voy a ver a Margaret- dijo el plumífero azul guapo brillante.
Rigby al oír esas palabras, un rayo le partió el alma con un dolor insoportable y profundo, el sabía que esa plumífera de rojo como el infierno era una ramera cualquiera sin alma y sin escrúpulos, que nomas se entregaba a cualquiera que se le cruzara en su camino llamándolo novio, jugando con el corazón dolido y confundido del pobrecito de Mordito, haciéndolo creer que esta era su novia, jugando con pajarito celeste en un una trampa sin escape de su cuerpo y alma.
-¡Espera!- Exclamo el chico cafecito de ojitos tiernos y cariñosos.
Rigby no quería decirle a su mejor amigo que lo amaba con todo su pequeño-gr
Best Present EverA/N: Beware! First ever James/Lily fic.Best Present Ever4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word Count: 1,100
It was early Christmas day when Lily woke up. The first thing that came to the red head's mind was that it was nice to be home with her mum and dad. Her second thought - albeit she would never tell anyone - was wondering what James had gotten for her.
Surprisingly, since the beginning of their seventh year, the arrogant boy had changed his ways enough for her to finally get to know him. In fact, they'd gotten so close that she was even considering saying yes the next time he asked her out. If he ever asked her out again.
She'd noticed that he hadn't asked her on a date since the beginning of the year.
Lily got out of her bed quietly, hoping to not wake her parents, and made her way to the living room where the presents were waiting under the tree.
The pile was a little smaller than it had been previous years, seeing as Petunia was now living with her boyfriend. Lily was pleasantly surprised to see there was actually a pres
The MaraudersJames swiftly Stepped off his broom. His Gryffindor robes moving slightly. Sirius Coming in behind him, just as graceful. He was laughing to himself. James Elbowed his mate in the ribs. "Oi! Padfoot. Quiet we can't take any changes." He whispered. His brown eyes flashed to meet his mate's Grey eyes. He put his broom in it's proper place and moved to allow Sirius to do the same thing. "Would you like to do the honors Padfoot?" James asked holding out a plain piece of parchment. Sirius whipped out his wand and placed it on the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said smugly. James smirked. As the word appeared he opened the map. Sirius went and got the cloak from it's hiding place. "Minerva seems to be up and about." James commented as he looked for the best possible root to get back to the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think she's seen it yet?" Sirius asked as he unfolded the cloak. "No, she appears to be talking to nearly headlesThe Marauders5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hardest Of HeartsHardest Of HeartsHardest Of Hearts3 years ago in Romance More Like This
There is love in your body but you can't hold it in
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
"What is it Beastboy?" The man took in a deep breath as he looked at the woman before him, it had been a few weeks since the Titans got back from Tokyo and ever since he had become increasingly jealous of Starfire and Robin's new relationship, he wanted to have that for himself with the person he loved too, but he realized that she would never even know how he felt about her if he didn't tell her, that's why he was here in Raven's bedroom now, palms sweating and heart pounding as he tried to think of how to say this, "Um," he started, "R-Raven.... there's something I have to tell you and ... since you hate it when people beat around the bush... I guess I'll just be blunt and tell you," "That would be great," she said in her usual monotone, "I... well... I love you
DevotionYou have no ideaDevotion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make this moment.
Your sweet eyes
Your taunting lips
Your glimmering compassion.
How could anyone deny you?
You've changed my life
and blew my conciousness
into the deepest oblivion.
I'm so thankful.
While you just want to talk.
I want so much more.
You've released me
from this stifling hell
with your remarkable soul.
Love, you are my structure.
No matter what you do.
You can't let me down.
I Almost Feel BadWhy can't you take my hints andI Almost Feel Bad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do we need to take it
from the top?
I'm happy because I'm
I can take care of
You make me
I don't need what you offer.
I'm not your
"Go back to girl".
I'm worth more than that.
Don't say you know what the problem is.
You're the problem
And you haven't bothered to fix it.
You embarrassed me.
I told you to stop it
Yet you continued.
Apologized and continued.
I almost feel bad for giving you an attitude.
Marauders Interview:CHILDHOODMarauders Interview CHILDHOODMarauders Interview:CHILDHOOD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. How old are you?
James: Nice easy question to start off with. Good start. Im 17.
Sirius: Yeh, my little baby. *pinches James cheek* Im 18 and the oldest from our gang.
Remus: My eighteenth birthday is coming up soon.
Roxi: We have SUCH a fantastic partAY coming up for you Remmy! But it has to be a few days early because I checked the moon calendar and well
Sirius: The frikkin odds. Thats just too cruel
2. Your parents?
Sirius: Are tossers
Roxi: I tell myself that I dont have a dad but my mums a muggle.
Sirius: Thats how she knows all these weird things and owns stuff like what was that amazing contraption you showed me that time, Roxi?
Roxi: (unenthusiastically) A microwave.
Sirius: Yeh yeh! A wicked thing!! It has the power to produce lightning within itself when you put metal cutlery in there! Its so magical.
Roxi: *under breathe* You broke my flippin microwave,
Sign HereThere are seventeen specific reasons I cannot tell you anything.Sign Here3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seven of which you will think are completely ridiculous,
Four of those seven are completely irrational.
Five of the other reasons are too personal for me to tell you about
Three are no negotiation.
I simply cannot have you see that deep into me just yet.
The last two are my eyes.
Her GazeBlue to make the sky seem redHer Gaze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
green that the emeralds dread
contains a strength of steel
truths you must reveal
the power, of her gaze
made in heaven, well
cast through the fires of hell,
through hardship and through strife,
always full so of lust, and life
the fervor, of her gaze
Passion you cannot stage
love you cannot cage
create a world, surreal,
even the dead can feel
the heat, of Her gaze
With my heart I pen
a woman unknown to men
rips hearts in twain
I live to see it again
the perfection, of her gaze
What A Man WantsSix tender feet tall,What A Man Wants2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like fresh purple lightning.
Crawl your way into
like a lady
bug me the way a flower
gently nudges the side
of an old orchard tree
in august winds
Pulling at the protective
film of my brain
Immortalizing my skin,
Industrializing my heart,
and taking away what
I want to be and
making me into who I am to become.
because you can't stand
to look away
but look this way and
that I've walked two moons
in your moccasins
and I've played with
spears, and guns,
and I've realized that
its not for me.
In your everything,
I see the sun shining,
and I realize that
I want to be the
moon that reflects your light
and the stars;
the stars can be
the space that conncects
the soft whispers
of twinkling twilight
and dawn that link,
and relink the
sun and moon
to their destinies.
I've only ever wanted
to be engulfed in
let me be,
I don't want to run
I've only ever wanted
to be cas
Her EyesLife has problems, I'm sure you knowHer Eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've struggled with your share
We're not all dealt the same cards
And life doesn't seem to care
You used to say that life was grim
That days were bleak and full of sorrow
Yet since you've come into my life
My strength, I've let you borrow
I didn't think that this would lead
Down the winding garden paths
And yet I find myself amazed
No longer bits and halves
But when I saw those pools of blue
The sapphire, of iris form
All the chill of Autumn left
And my heart began to warm
In those eyes I see a love
Of me, of life, of wonder
And best of all is that this girl
Feels that I cannot blunder
I don't want to write of cliche dreams
Because that would cheapen ours
I promised that I would hold her yet
And I'm counting down the hours
This is not a list of praise for love
Or beauty, though they're parts
This is but mere conversation
Between two likely hearts.
Suicide vs Christ'I can't do it anymore!Suicide vs Christ3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say such mean things.
I can no longer breathe with this pain.
I'm gasping and choking and vomiting.
God, why can't they just stop?
Can't they just accept...
Accept that I love another man?'
'Life is cruel, but I am your freedom.
Taste the lavender of my beauty.
I am flawless, I am kind.
Sink your teeth deeply into my bones.
Run your drying tongue against my neck.
Feed on the power that I offer your pain.'
'They hear but they do not see;
the breaking of my tender heart.
Am I grounded from love?
Is society so one minded?
I have no answers, but so many questions.
I long... so desperately long for the truth.'
'I can feed you lies so delicious-
That lemon-cream pie would taste tasteless.
You will come away full and content.
With the touch of my burning skin.
Just take my crooked fingers,
Follow my violent lead to this solution.'
'I stare into the empty spaces.
Only one solution screaming in my ear.
I feel my heart bleeding, signing, crying.
Portal 2: Lament For TwoSometimes I look to Heaven,Portal 2: Lament For Two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then I think of you.
I wonder if you look down to Hell,
And spare a thought on me.
What is it like to drift there, weightless,
With angles to keep you safe?
What is it like to sleep amongst the stars,
And wake cloaked in stellar dew?
Do you sketch the constellations?
Do you chart how the cosmos move?
Do you ever dream of how Hell was?
Do you ever wish you hadn't left?
I didn't get to say farewell to you,
As Hell pulled me back inside.
I didn't get to apologize,
For the times I let you down.
I should have listened,
When you told me what to do.
I should have caught you,
When you put your trust in me.
I should have loved you then,
As I find I love you now.
Now we are worlds apart,
And I can only sit and wonder.
My mind often drifts back to you,
As I wander fields that bear your name.
Portal 2: Remember FinalIt's a terrible moment for anyone to discover a ruined surprise. After someone took so much time, work and planning to do something special for someone they care deeply for, only to turn and see them standing right behind them. They saw everything. They know everything. And then the feelings erupt: nausea, frustration, heartbreak, disappointment, humiliation and more all combined into one painfully numbing feeling that leaves one speechless and standing there like an idiot. There's no excuse, they can't think of a good lie to cover it up and all they can do is stand there and babble apologies and try to explain themselves. In some cases, the person they failed to surprise feels very awkward with the surprise ruined and unsure of what to do, making them both feel worse. However, in most cases they feel so happy and grateful that they did all this just to make them happy, all I forgotten and the surprise can be enjoyed. In a sense, surprises lead to more surprises.Portal 2: Remember Final4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been over a yea
MeaningsForgotten somewhere between the lines in the mess of words. Everyone to their own. They lie there, at the end of the roads, waiting for someone to finish their journey. ...But everyone is just passing by...Meanings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Harry Potter: Chapter2.Chapter 2: Charms that weren't exactly magical.Harry Potter: Chapter2.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione was spending every spare waking minute she had in the library. Flicking through old, dusty books had always seemed to calm her, even as a child. But the other reason for her hiding between the bookshelves was that she knew in her heart and soul that Ron wasn't going to come venturing down there anytime soon.
Hermione was deep in her Charms book, but she was only skimming over the lines, barely taking in the words. Her time spent in the library was not focused on her study, but more so on the flashbacks that Hermione was continuously having, which in the most, was just the same ones, repeated over and over, though each time they started and ended in the different places.
As much as Hermione hated to admit it, she looked forward to these lapses in her concentration and at times wished for t
She mattersShe unloaded her pistol and untied her nooseShe matters3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too
She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin
She lifted her head up, ready to start again
She descended her heart to me like an angel from above
After holding on to life, she finally found love
Something changed inside her and she decided to live
She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give
She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face
Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place
She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be
Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me
Love PoemHold me now,Love Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hold me tight,
Hold me through out this frightful night.
Kiss me now,
Kiss me sweet,
Kiss me everyday of the week.
Laugh with me now,
Laugh with me then,
Laugh with me like there is no end.
Talk with me now,
Talk with me forever,
Talk with me until you feel better.
Walk with me now,
Walk with me on the beach,
Walk with me so I can get you that peach.
MusicMusicMusic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my armor
My protective shield from the
When the stress of their attacks
Becomes too much
For my weak vulnerable body
I turn up the volume, close my eyes
Into a world of sound
The waves of power course through my veins
Becoming my blood
Thick and red
Making me superhuman
And for a while I feel invincible
As if I can actually take on the earth-shaking beatings
Of the outside world
As they beat at my shield
Trying to break it
I reach out and smash them to pieces
With a sword crafted from the music inside me
And they fall away
Like so many pieces
Lost: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction-Bunnymund-Lost: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bunnymund saw Sandman as being weaker more so than the others did.
He was so much smaller than them—portly, and round, and always smiling, he could hardly be considered a threat. When Bunnymund had first been introduced to the golden cherub he had nearly laughed in his face when Sandman had stuck out a tiny hand to be shook.
"How can that dill be a Guardian?" he had hissed at North when Sandman was out of earshot. North had given him a long, tired look before turning away. And still, Bunnymund did not understand.
Sandman was not in the least bit intimidating. He always looked lost, wispy golden hair flickering about his head, and he walked on minuscule legs like a toddler. Sure he had that dreamsand, but the bludger hardly used it for anything other than picture-making. Sandman was like a little golden cotton-wrapped marshmallow. How could he protect himself, much less any children?
If Sandman noticed his disdain, he did not call attention to it.
And for a good fifty