SecretiveSecretive2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
These crumbling buildings
seem to warp time around them,
You slip into a past
where you will never settle.
You wander, an exiled ghost.
PerspectivePerspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
Promise"Sora "Promise3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A gentle breeze combed through Kairi's hair as if trying to console the young woman. It was a nice feeling, cool fingers drifting through the length of her auburn mane, reminiscent of her adoptive mother brushing out the tangles after a bath. Though nostalgic, this touch didn't fill the hole in her heart. There was only one person with that ability and the wind wasn't doing much to bring him back either. Kairi reached up and smoothed her hair down with slow, distracted strokes, her eyes not once leaving the sky.
It was a quiet night, no boats on the water or clouds in the sky. The ocean was calm, broken occasionally by an adventurous fish or soft caress from the on-off breeze. Even the salt of the ocean was mild, flavouring the air without overpowering the taste of fresh air unconfined by walls. A picture of tranquility.
Its beauty, however, carried a single flaw, and no matter how bright and beautiful the glittering stars looked in the sky and reflected on the water, Kair
Perfect World Chp. 1Perfect World Chp. 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Aikagi, do you really think this is a good idea?" Alina asked her friend as they stared at the ruins of the old Hallow Bastion Castle.
"What are you scared of? Magic? Ghosts? Do you really believe in all that crap?" Aikagi said as she began to scale the fence.
"Well, if you say magic isn't real then how do you explain that keyblade on your back?" the dark-haired girl asked as she fiddled with her sleeve uncomfortably, looking side to side. People weren't allowed to go here anymore, since the unsafe structure was decaying. A group of kids a while back decided to be stupid and explore, and fell through the floors and impaled themselves on the broken ruins below...
"Pft, this thing?" she jerked her chin towards the skeleton-like keyblade on her back, that belonged to her grandfather, who'd been the previous keyblade wielder after some guy who's name stared with an 'S'. "It's not magical. Just a piece of junk. Worthless."
"Then why do you keep it?"
Aikagi didn't respond, a
Kairi's revengeKairi and Sora had been together for five years. They lived in the same house for two years. And Sora had asked Kairi to marry him, one month ago.Kairi's revenge3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sora saw Kairi as the most beautiful, sweetest, sexiest, kindest and honest girl in the world. However, Sora's mom thought the whole opposite.
She hated Kairi already since the first time she met her.
But Kairi didn't know. She thought it was weird at first that Sora wouldn't kiss her when she was in the neighborhood, but forgot all about that when they moved in their own cozy house. His mom never came to visit though, until today.
Before she would arrive, Sora had a story to tell her a really interesting story.
"alright Kai, promise me you won't kill me when I tell you?" Sora asked her.
"depends on what you're going to tell me." She said.
Sora sighed and continued. "alright, my mom knows that you live with me and all but I kinda told her that you are my maid." He said.
He could see Kairi's eye twitch. "you what!" she asked. "y
Wish I could have saidFor my grandmaWish I could have said2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"I love you to the moon and back"
12 years ago...
I remember you told me that you loved me
And how you carried me when I was three.
I remember your tight hugs
And your your white gloves
And wondering what I was gonna be.
12 years later...
I'm walking down a narrow hallway.
I'm still thinking of what I'm gonna say.
And it hurts me deep inside.
And as I walked though that wide door,
I almost hit the floor.
But I just closed my eyes and sighed.
4 days ago...
So many tubes are connected,
This is not what I expected.
Right then and there I had to cry.
You eyes weren't even open.
My heart was absolutely broken
As I watched your pain and kept asking "Why?"
I couldn't even look at you
And everyone felt it too.
You were startin
I write for MEI don't write to please,I write for ME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write feel well
And be free
Let my thoughts land on paper for others to read
I don't want to keep them in
If they can help others
Let them read and see
If they ever felt the way I did.
I Love You For Who You Are 5I Love You For Who You Are 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The gang waited for Sakura in the karaoke store and while they waited, Naruko and Kakashi drank. Sakura walked the dark streets humming, as she wore her new outfit. She then looked at her time and gasp.
"I'll be late!" she started running her eyes closed. But the next thing she knew it she was on the ground. "Ow Sorry are you ok?" She asked rubbing her head.
"Yeah, but you should watch where you going." The dark haired boy pulled Sakura up and started walking. Sakura just started at him then pouted angrily.
'How rude!' She thought stomping to the store. Both the boy and Sakura started walking the same way. Sakura slide step but the boy copy her moved moment. She slide step again to the other side and he did the same. 'Grr How about THIS!' She started running but before she knew it she saw the boy running the same way. Sakura turned a corner and laughed to herself. As she reached the store she try to gain her breath but she lost it again when she saw the boy, but in th
In His ArmsNo one remembered me, and no one ever would. I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I did as I always did: I went to the clock tower to watch the sunset. My friends, Roxas and Axel, weren't there, so I was left alone with only my memories of them. It wasn't enough. I buried my face in my knees and sat there, not daring to watch the sunset alone.In His Arms10 months ago in Romance More Like This
When I eventually looked back up, I saw a boy sitting beside me. He was silent and stared only ahead, not necessarily at the sun, but maybe at nothing in particular. I don't know how long ago he had come. I hadn't heard his footsteps when he came. I didn't even recognize him.
I didn't know what to say, so I waited for him to speak first. He eventually did, and the first thing he said to me was, "What are you in for?"
"What?" I asked clueless as to what he was talking about.
"Oh come on," he said, not looking at me for even a second.
"Don't you know where we're at?" His voice was dark.
"No," I said.
"We're in the deepest voids of his heart.
Wounded muse - A PoemWounded muse - A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her skin is like fresh paper,
frail, unwritten, white;
it whispers of a story
I might want to write
I find no flaws, no traces
upon this tempting skin;
the bruises have long faded
the scars lay now within
But as I trail my fingers
across the trembling shapes,
I can feel her haunted
by all her past mistakes
What manner of a story
could I possibly write
upon this wounded landscape
now seeking to take flight?
How could my clumsy affection
erase her hidden ghosts?
Tell me, how could I guide her
to pleasure's sunny coasts?
I'm powerless before them,
those scars she hides inside,
those lingering compulsions
to which she must abide
Her lips part in the silence,
her eyelids flutter still;
her body speaks of longing
and of dreams to fulfill
I gather, thus, my courage
-her eyes are now ablaze-
and I set out to love her,
her phantoms to erase
As I caress her figure,
her kisses as I steal,
I hope I can be good enough
for her, that she may heal.
Her skin is like fresh paper,
frail, unwritten, white
War Inside My Head (Remembering 9/11)Inside our heads a country is planningWar Inside My Head (Remembering 9/11)6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Inside our heads a country is falling
They broke down our barriers
Making us look like complete failures
Just when we weren't looking
Planes came crashing and we went booking
Just when we weren't looking
Our world came to a stop
Bombs came flying
Cars went crashing
Bombs came falling
People started crying
Loved ones were lost
And so were our hopes
Out of the fog
Everything was dust
And to this day
People always say,
With the war inside my head
You're Just...You're Just...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
HubrisHubris2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
Bittersweet Symphony.You marveled at the perfection of your reflection, even though it was cast on broken glass. Idolize your impeccable shadows, for they are now fleeting. How proudly you boast of your acrimonious sins.Bittersweet Symphony.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'I can change, I can change,' you begged.
You wrapped the sheets of your self-adoration around your bare shoulders, even though they were torn. Warm yourself with those covers, for they are evanescing. How dearly you hold the proof of your hamartias.
'I can change, I can change,' you begged.
You lay in a bed of weathered narcissism, even though it had been ruinate. Sleep while you can, my child, for your dreams will be turned into nightmares. How mirthfully you sweven through your lullabies.
'I can change, I can change,' you begged.
You wandered the labyrinth of your vainglory, even though no exit existed. Seek for your hegira, for you will find none. How expertly you roam the paths of your disheveled maps.
'I can change, I can change,' you begged.
You lit the f
Smoshy Story: Chapter 13Smoshy Story: Chapter 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I told our fans before I left, what happened to Anthony and Teddy. I thought they deserved to know what happened. I posted a tweet on Twitter saying that, "Anthony and Teddy are both in the hospital and I will tell you more when information is available."
A lot of people were freaking out about Anthony and Teddy. They were asking, "If they were fine; what happened?" And some said that they were going to make get well cards and gifts for the both of them. That was sweet of them. I love our fans they are always so thoughtful about us and the people we care for. I figured I should make a video on IanH that they are fine.
I went to my room to look for my camera. My room is a wreck, blankets on the floor. Dirty clothes everywhere video game controllers out. "I will clean it later." I thought. I always say that, but I never do. I looked on top of my dresser there was the video camera. I turned it on and pressed the play button,
How to Critique Literature WellYou, too, can refrain from sucking at giving critical feedback!How to Critique Literature Well2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
First, for the love of fella, TAKE THE TIME AND READ THE MATERIAL. The author already knows what they've written. If you try to skim and then sound like you know what you're talking about, guess what, YOU WON'T. Read it multiple times, make sure you understand it, ask questions if you need clarification, but KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
Second, if you read into something too much and the writer says, "no, that's not what I meant. the sky really was just blue." then DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TRY TO CONVINCE THE AUTHOR THAT YOU'RE RIGHT AND THEY'RE WRONG. If the sky was blue, then the sky was blue! Don't try to imagine something that isn't there. You're just making a fool of yourself if you keep insisting!
Third, EXPLAIN WHAT YOU MEAN! If you tell the author that something sounded "insert describing word here" tell the author what you mean by that. Not everyone's d
Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 1Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
_____ cheerfully stepped onto the front porch of her boyfriend's and his brother's house, and knocked on the door to the beat of the old tune "Shave and a Haircut", ringing the doorbell for the last two beats. The man who came to the door, Ludwig Beilschmidt, knew exactly who it was before even opening the door just from the manner in which she knocked upon it.
"Hallo, _____," he greeted her in his gruff, yet still somewhat gentle voice.
_____ smiled brightly. "Hi, Luddy! Is Gil home?"
He grunted, displeased that she used his nickname, and opened the door wider for _____ to come in.
_____ had been to their house many times before, and knew exactly where to go. "Gil!" _____ called near the closed door of the basement. "Are you in there? I brought a present!"
The basement door immediately burst open and out bolted the Prussian albino. He was going so fast that he accidentally ran into _____ and knocked her down, and _____ taking him down with her.
"Ow..." _____ rubbed the back of her hea
TG Caption This: Mecha Are Piloted By Girls Only!TG Caption This: Mecha Are Piloted By Girls Only!5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Earth had been under attack for Two years now. The attackers are a race called the Exorcists (rough translation); they came to Earth because their world had been rendered inhospitable from a solar flare. They practically begged us to let them live on this planet too, in return they would share their technologies and knowledge with us. The negotiations began and were going well until someone against the co-existence shot an Exorcist official; the earth governments tried to calm the exorcists down but they were too infuriated and declared war on the human race. They were an advanced race with the ability to control machines as well as skyscraper sized robots and giant battleships. It was looking bleak until humans managed to capture one of their robots and reverse engineer the technology. It was found that the way the robots were made allowed them to resist the techno kinesis of the Exorcists, presumably in case a civil war broke out. Using the stolen technology, humanity was able to cre
The Keyblade BearerThe Keyblade Bearer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light is slowly fading,
The night has nearly come,
The shadows come here lurking,
Searching for the souls of some.
I sit here watching how they creep,
I see the others die and weep,
The shadows rise and eat the hearts,
Nothing's left - no other parts.
So suddenly a light appears,
From my hands a weapon it seems,
A sword?A blade?A key from steel,
To banish evil, and locks to seal.
A journey full of friends and foes,
The hero rises and he falls,
Sacrifices his own heart,
For the good of others he has to depart.
Who is he ?
Gummi Bear's StoryGummi Bear's Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When Gummi was young, she was short and small
Outside of her cave she was not allowed to go
She dreamt of the woods beyond her home
She wanted to see where the river does flow
She took one step out, against the rule and to everyone she was new
She met some of her kind and some that were not
Some big and grey
Some small and green.
Some way up high, spotty and yellow
Some furry and brown, hiding in the trees;
Running up and down, doing as they please
Her favourite kind, so gentle and sweet;
Was her friend whom now we'll meet
Dark brown in colour was his soft fuzzy hair
He was a rabbit often mistaken for a hare
Eating carrots was his habit
Indeed, he did not share!
Now in present time, they meet outside her cave,
Which you could say was once a day
He shared those carrots he did crave;
As they watched the stars, under the tree they lay
What they did not see beyond those trees;
Were two eyes of a mother who wasn't very pleased.
She called her husband, the most frightening bear among all;
Who Hears Rain Cry?Who Hears Rain Cry?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark times fall upon us.
Like the snow at Christmas time.
Like rain in a rainstorm,
Washing away our souls...
Who hears rain cry?
The wails of despair?
Who ever hears the distress call?
That plays for all to hear.
Somewhere someone's drowning.
Unable to swim away.
Drowning in the flood.
Losing will to live.
One day she'll be found.
Lost in heaven above.
Shell cold as stone.
But she'll be fine.
Her wail gone from the rain.
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Yes I'm randomYou say I’m random,Yes I'm random2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I say,
Of course I am,
If I wasn’t
I would be bored,
My mind changes so fast,
I have to say what I have too,
Or I would go mad.
LibertadLibertad3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Libertad was the only foal born unto a happy, but average family. His father was the typical young stallion, ambitiously striking out from his herd in order to start a family of his own; while his mother, on the contrary, was in a word, a goddess. The divine mare was a glossy chestnut with stark white eyes. Majestic white wings struck up from her shoulders and rested upon her back. When she galloped upon sloping hills or wide, spacious plains, Libertad witnessed how she unfolded her wings and took flight, soaring up into the sky like an eagle. She could just as easily conceal her set of wings as well, though. As her son, Libertad was born with his own pair of magnificent wings, but never learned how to hide them.
His mother disappeared after his second birthday, but he never blamed her for her actions, for he knew she loved him dearly. Libertad's father, left alone to take care of the cold, was unsure about Libertad. No new bachelors or mares would want to be in his herd with a creatur