:Forbidden- Ch 10::Forbidden- Ch 10:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hesitated a moment before turning and running back into the house. AJ was already trying to push his way between the quarreling brothers.
"Cain!" The blue-haired teen screamed, his fist tightening around the man's shirt. "You need to calm down!"
Cain ignored AJ, pushing him aside to swing his fist toward Talen's face. Cain's sibling dodged it and retaliated with a right hook of his own but instead of his brother, Talen's knuckles struck AJ's face, the dark-eyed boy staggering backwards and lifting his hands to his eye. He whimpered for a moment before shaking off the pain and re-centering himself between the two, turning towards Cain.
"Cain, please stop!"
His hands wrapped around the man's waist as he burrowed his already bruised face into his slightly blood-stained shirt. Cain stilled, staring down at AJ, his eyes widening. Talen stumbled backwards, a wall catching him before he could lose his footing altogether as he lifted his arm, wipin
Words Inscribed In InkWords inscribed in inkWords Inscribed In Ink2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
than those written in pencil lead
the script inconsequential
when compared to what is said
no gentle smudge of synthetic rubber
could remove such black words
from a soul-stained page,
they attest all secrets written here
until they disappear,
in time the once-white haven
yellows gracefully with age.
I gaze across my desk,
hand hesitantly hovering above the implements
of undetermined change,
a silent messenger,
Gently now, I grip the pen
reaching a decision then,
and only then
the pencil better suited for another fight
I have chosen my weapon for tonight.
Nib against eternity
my thoughts unfurl:
"Words inscribed in ink
than those written in pencil lead..."
Phantom!JapanxSinger!Reader: Phantom of the OperaIn sleep he sang to me in dreams he camePhantom!JapanxSinger!Reader: Phantom of the Opera2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
You hummed softly as you brushed out your _(h/c)_ locks gently. Today was the big day, the opening night for the play you were singing in. All the tickets had sold out and it was your first time singing in public. You were slightly nervous, but the strange dream you had last night was pushing that away. You could not remember falling asleep but you had.
In your dream, you were standing on your balcony singing, practicing the song you had to preform today. Suddenly another voice joined yours, deeper but beautiful all the same. A normal person would have stopped, but not you. You continued to sing as the voice became louder, closer. You turned to come face to face with the source of the voice. It was a beautiful young man, slightly taller than you were and he had jet-black hair. You could not see much of his face except for his chocolate brown eyes that watch
Leave me aloneLeave me alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Retreating to the isolation inside my room
curling up in a blanket of misery
Memories replay and corrupt my peaceful slumber
"You're not good enough."
"You disgust me."
"Nobody cares about you."
Tears stream down my mask
The negative thoughts have made the positive evanesce
I just want to be left
Listen To The WindListen to the wind, my childListen To The Wind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a soul has crossed the river.
Careless running free and wild.
The silence makes you shiver.
Speak Of The DevilSpeak of the devilSpeak Of The Devil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he will appear
in a semblance of fire
and an image of flame.
Speak of the devil
and he will hear
bringing darkness and fire,
calling your name.
The Doppelganger 2The book still sings to me, and that's when I pull it from under my bed and stroke the cover. But I never open it, because I know what happens if I do it wrong. It's still blank; but only of ink. I know the secret, you see. It's how I understand the songs, and know the melodies it echoes up to me, through time. There are impressions hidden in the pages- spilled mead and raucous laughter, summer sunshine and frost on dead leaves. The last time I tried feeling them from start to finish, I passed out from the sheer weight of knowledge, and it left my brain scrambled for ages.The Doppelganger 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out things about my past and my family's past. I have Irish on my dad's side of the family, stretching back generations. I'd have said I was surprised when I found out, but that would have been a lie.
People say I've changed since last spring. My face is thinner, my eyes are brighter, I've been "brought out of myself." What they don't know is that I've actually met myself. I've taken to wearing rich, d
The DoppelgangerThe first time I saw the other girl, I was standing on one side of the high street. Because it was the end of September, and we were in Britain, it was raining, but the main bulk of water had passed before lunch, so all that was left was the kind of rain that's annoying in its intermittency.The Doppelganger2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watched her look in both directions and then cross the road, stepping carefully through the pool of mingled rainwater and rainbow engine oil in the bus bay. She was unusual, not just because she wasn't carrying a handbag, or wearing a coat, but because she was dressed in a chain mail and leather dress, and leggings. The second strange thing was that no one else, and this was a busy street, even in the rain, gave her a second glance. Their gazes slid benevolently over her, like she was an endearing, but not unfamiliar, child. Her booted feet crunched over some shattered glass as she approached, and then the third strange thing happened.
As she got to within a few feet of me, she winked out of exis
The Pen, The SwordJust lovelyThe Pen, The Sword2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
I would loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the first second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along
I Don't Believe in Valentine's DayRoses are redI Don't Believe in Valentine's Day2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Violets are blue
If I had one wish
That would ever come true
I'd wish for a world
Where people understand
To think before they speak
To stop making brands
To stop gaining pleasure
From others' pain
To be able to see
That there's nothing to gain
From pressing someone
To the point of no return
From causing a lonely person's
Heart to burn
Just stop making fun
And stop causing hate
And start loving someone
Not for how they look
When it comes to people's hearts
You didn't write the book
Whether they're gay or straight
Whether they're jocks or nerds
No matter what weight
Money doesn't matter
And neither does race
Religious or not
Be the first to embrace
Anyone and everyone
No matter how far
No matter your opinion
No matter who they are
Maybe if that happened,
If we all pitched right in,
I might believe in Valentine's day again.
Helping Hurting PeopleThis is a message I'm sending out to everyone in need of help with the problems, emotional and mental pains they are having. It doesn't matter who you are, what race, what kind of person you are, either you're atheist, gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, straight or what you have done. Even if you killed someone, please don't be afraid, I want to help you. If we talk I'll keep it between us, so no one else knows. You are never too far away to be saved. I won't judge you. Whether you are in pain from people, have pain on the inside, you cut yourself, or even thinking of or planning on committing suicide. It's never too late to change your mind about something. Never give up on life, even when life seems impossible. I want to help. This isn't a fake, I really do wish to help. You have a purpose, you just need to find it. If you know someone who is looking for help or needs it, tell them about me. My e-mail msn hotmail account is mentioned in the description section below.Helping Hurting People5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not "perfect". No one
Strobe Last English lyricsI guessStrobe Last English lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You still don't realize it yet
I'm standing up for me myself
I know now that I have nobody else
Oh, look. Again.
You know this is the same old fight
The same mistakes we can't set right
I wonder should I try to leave tonight?
My welcome's overstayed
You opened up and got so near
You opened up too much, I feared
By then your fragile heart had gotten seared
Oh, look. Again.
I find myself at ease somehow
Although you tried to bring me down
At least we're free of one another now
That's all there is to that.
If we can tell the story of our lives one second at a time
Then I will put it into words
If this can make me feel like I am finally alive
Then I'll survive by scattering these words
If we can fish the glimmers of the truth from in-between the lies
Then I will put it into words
If this can make me feel like I am finally alive
I'll speak my mind and finally be heard
When I get up and leave you, I won't know how I should say goodbye
So I don't think
On A Silver WingOn these wings foreverOn A Silver Wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hopes and dreams of a spirit
will glow and shimmer
edged with silver
they reflect a higher light
soft and downy feathers to carry aloft
the ideas of an inspired night
I spread them carefully,
and with a breath,
Reflections"Disgusting" she complains, drawing out the final syllable in a crude misrepresentation of time.Reflections2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could say the same about her, but she wouldn't understand and I shouldn't 'cause I know better.
She breathes in my face with her mouth slightly parted, ready just in case another thought comes to mind (though it isn't likely). Shaking my head at her lies and lying eyes (suggesting innocence, a form of ignorance), I smile. "Beautiful." I say calmly.
A powerful statement. I watch her reel from the impact of tiny vibrations, profound realizations. Gazing dazedly at her reflection in my eyes she whispers, "How?" Saying almost nothing at all.
"Because I choose to be."
A tear betraying the epiphany in the corner of her eye.
I smile again, offering a charity while she breathes to let the tears away -and nods- still looking hard at a very small part of herself.
northern nightswe'd lie in the snownorthern nights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he'd ask me if i knew what the northern
lights were made of --
of course i did. i'd start spewing science
and he'd sigh, real deep,
before taking my hand
and pointing my fingers to the sky.
no, he'd say, what they're really made of,
when real wasn't real, but whatever
he thought up in his head --
whatever he could dream the night before
as he slept among the nighthawks.
no, i'd say, what are they really made of?
when real was really just
the smile on his face
as he made up concoctions
he wouldn't remember tomorrow --
he would laugh and call me child
and say oh how much you need to learn,
my love, before spinning me a story
with starlit lips.
well, he'd say, those lights are fire, if you see them right,
but not just any fire; no,
they are fire from the ocean
lifted into the sky,
children of the moon that won't fade --
he would kiss red curls with butterfly-shut eyes,
and say, they're liquid fire, love,
ADHDThe teachers drone onADHD6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the students listen
As the teachers walk back and forth, telling his lesson
One little girl that sits up front
Doodles on her note book
When she remembers
Where she is forcing her self she must
to listen to the teachers words
But before long, distracted she is once again.
Looking on the floor, Looking at the map
Looking for the small ile of man
Shiftng in her seat
Moving her feet
She try to find a spot to sit still
To no prevail her mind wonders
As the teacher drones on
Through the room
out the window
through the clouds
Through the trees.
Now she realise where she is
and brings her self back to the room
now the the teacher is looking at her
Looking around she blink everyone's eyes are on her
In trouble she is once more
It's not her fault
she wants to cry out
She cannot keep intrest in such a boring class
To make it worse, she have ADHD
Those two combined are never good
It makes you forget
It makes you hyper
and over all
Your mind wonders all the time
ADHDLiving with ADHD means:ADHD4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Struggling just to read what's on the board at school and copying it down.
Reading the same sentence on a book's page because you loose track of the next line.
Talking like you had no time.
Forgetting what you were supposed to do five minutes after you where told.
Forgetting a project that's due in a moth until the day before.
Not being able to stay still for two seconds.
It means noticing all the little details in life that makes life life that nobody notices and appreciate them.
It means thinking of all does ideas that didn't even enter into the most smartest person out there.
It means having the strength to control what you can't control. And becoming stronger because of it.
SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi) Kiedy sobie przypominam...SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
- Eren, co to jest?
- Wygląda jak nadepnięty szczur...
- Posprzątaj go natychmiast.
Zgarnąłem szczura na szufelkę i wyrzuciłem na dwór, w krzaki. Zaraz potem spotkałem Hanji. Kiedy opowiedziałem jej o szczurze, uśmiechnęła się przepraszająco. Stwierdziła, że biegła i niechcący go nadepnęła - oczywiście nie zdążyła go uprzątnąć, bo jej się spieszyło. Warknąłem, ale ona jedynie rozczochrała mi włosy.
- Spokojnie! - rzuciła radośnie, odchodząc. - Widzimy się wieczorem!
Pamiętam, że wtedy nie było mi do śmiechu. Jednak teraz na samo wspomnienie kąciki moich ust lekko wznoszą się ku górze.
- Hanji! Nie mogę...
- Spokojnie, Eren. - Jej głos był opanowany i delikatny, ki
from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
If I...If I were to leave this world...If I...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you notice?
Would you care?
Would you look and try to find me?
If I fell.....
Would you let me hit the ground?
Would you catch me?
Would you let me get hurt?
If I cried.....
Would you walk away?
Would you stay?
Would you wipe my tears away?
If I died......
Would you cry?
would you come to my funeral?
Would you care?
Would you notice.....
If I were to leave this world?
muddy cloud - English LyricsI fall so far awaymuddy cloud - English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The clouds above my head
Will always stay
Reflected in the rain
That stains the ground
Muddy and forgotten
And in those older days
I think back on them now
And wipe my face
Forgetting all I had
But finding it
Ah, but what a pain
Seems that I fell again
You don't seem to recall
It's worth it all
Oh, tell me gently
I knew you knew the truth
But wanted so much more
Than what was true
I told you what you needed
But I guess reality knew better
The moon, the sky, the stars
Just out of reach and yet so very far
I held your hand as you began
To whisper quietly
I just closed my eyes
Felt you with my mind
I dreamt this park
Was all my heart
Could feel as I drifted
And if my tears are reaching you
The night will take me soon
To some place that
My eyes have never seen
Like a daydream
As sung by Miku-tan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGXapRZ1fxg
atonementI want you to know I'm sorry.atonement5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never thought about how much I have to be sorry for until I was up all night and far too early in the morning from a Thursday to a Friday, and couldn't fall asleep because my heart was hammering and thundering and seizing with a regret sort of panic. I called you across six hundred and eighty three miles and an ocean of guilt and whispered I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry a thousand times into the receiver until I had no voice and you were saying my name through an accent of sleep and telling me I have nothing to be sorry about. But I do.
I'm sorry I didn't write you the most beautiful love song in the world. I'm sorry my fingers can't play the guitar to bring cities to colour and do better by you even though that's what you deserve. I'm sorry I can only play four-string chords and sing too softly for you to hear over the guitar. I have clumsy fingers and bashful vocal chords and an ineloquent tongue but I promise that every beat of this heart is for you,
LunariumThe hourly blackout in the city of saints,Lunarium1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a moment or more,
dissolves the evening
in pitch black darkness.
Come up here and look, at
these constellation scattered skies.
How they twinkle like kamdani
on a dupatta of dark velvet.
A splatter of sequins far
and wide in this immaculate
Listen now, the whispers in the dark;
the wind and trees talk in rustles.
Close your eyes.
Open, at the infinity of incomprehensible space.
What are you and I
in front of these thousands of light years?
Like dust particles wavering,
in the morning light; minute me and you-s.
Remember the light; the ones you captured
in that moment in time, in that space,
in your eyes.
Remember; when others blur.
Or when obscurity comes along for a ride,
or when the blues are a shade too dark,
revive the true blue
that you now hold -
heaving a sigh, the electricity
then breathes back life in the night.
is now lit up.
Short skirts and stardust.I like you.Short skirts and stardust.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't be more pleased when you look at us, and tell us that in each of us,
in our veins that we want to cut open,
in our bones that we have broken,
in the wounds that we have mended,
and that in our feet that are two sizes too big,
that we all have a little bit of stardust in us.
It reminds me, that I can in fact love someone for who they are, all their words, and all of ones grins and laughs, and French.
How you always say, there is a little bit of worm in you, and look at that in your brain, what used to be a fly is floating in there. You say that with enthusiasm, like there was something good in that.
In all of us.
And you always talk about your children in that reminiscing way, like they have died.
I hope you find what you are looking for in this place, because I believe you deserve it.
You are everything I would like in a friend, and I don’t understand why she would do that to you.
But then again, it’s nice to break a perfect person’s heart, ain't i