Well, here I am, still lurking in the endless dark.
You still seem to be consumed by the beauty of something grand, not stark.
I still lie here with your endless pains, they speak to me of death.
A death so grand it could shatter souls, remove one's each and every breath.
I wonder now if your soul is worth the time needed to initiate this end.
My dear I shall soon find out, for I am nevermore your friend.
Italy BrothersXSister!ReaderXArthur Kirkland~Your P.O.V.~Italy BrothersXSister!ReaderXArthur Kirkland2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I got home from school and walked past my brothers, Feliciano and Romano Vargas. I went upstairs to put my backpack up and then walked back downstairs. "(Y/N)?" I looked at Romano questionly. "Why is you shirt covered in blood from your nose?" Oh shit!
"N-no reason." I lied. "Just got into a fight with some girl who was teasing a lower class student today in the restroom." Please believe that. He nodded.
"(Y/N)!! Ludwig is coming over in five minutes!" I nodded.
"And?" Romano snapped his attention to our brother.
"Why is that potato eating bastard coming over here?!" Feliciano smiled innocently.
"To celebrate our six month annerversity of course! Ve!" I smiled at that. They were a cute couple I mean come on. Even Roma knew that...he's just jealous cause Feli spends all of his time with Luddy which is just a stupid nickname I have for him. Here we go again. I can already see this before it actually happens.
The Labyrinth of London: Goblin MourningThe Labyrinth of London: Goblin Mourning2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Labyrinth of London
A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
“The Thin White Sleuth…”
Sarah heard Jareth punch the wall in his bedroom. Running out of her bedroom, she saw that his hand was dusty and bleeding. Several thoughts ran through her head. Why was he punching a wall? He actually takes off those gloves? Well, he took off those gloves before but… still. He always wears them. I knew he could get hurt, but I didn’t think his blood would look like mine. I was expecting green or something. Are those swords in that corner over there?
“Why did you just attack that innocent wall Jareth?”
The accused brushed the dust off his hand. “A goblin has been killed.”
“Oh… Jareth… what do….”
“Just get dressed. Lestrade is on the case and Rossetti is already there.”
Jareth did not put a glove on his injured hand, though he did have it w
EverydayEveryday2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You know I think it’s funny
The way you think
The way you do
And when I’m looking at you
I forget all my troubles
And my doubts
And try not think about
What I’d ever do without
You by side
And the way you look me in the eyes
I can’t help but feel
All these feelings that I’m trying to ignore
Oh, how you make my heart bruise and sore
When you look at me that way
I could get used to it everyday
If you wanna stay that’s okay
It’s fine with me I swear
You’ve always treated me
With the utmost care
And I want you to know
That I do and will
Love you everyday
Just the same
Every single day
There truly is no other way
I know you think I’m funny
The way I think
The way I do
You tell me that I’m just right
And nobody else could understand you
Better than I do
You just don’t get how
Your constant teasing
And your childish laughter
Can have such an effect on me
And when I’m alone
Not The Same WayI think when I see you...Not The Same Way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart beats just a extra beat
And for that split second
I forget how to breathe
Sometimes I wonder..
If you feel the same way
But I know better
I know it's not the same for you
I don't even need to ask
I already know
And it's okay
That I don't take your breath away
Even for a second
Or that your heart beats more
When you see me
I'm just not that someone
I'm just like everyone else
In your eyes
I'm not the only one
When in my eyes
I find only you
Thank You For BreathingI’m that trickle down your neck last week when you got upset.Thank You For Breathing2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That friend you’ve never met;
That kid you teased for being a teachers pet.
That kid who stays quiet when you get on his nerves;
The one who never got picked first;
The best at being last; Never been late for class; never got noticed for staying on task.
Know that’s there’s something special about being different.
I can’t explain it; not sure if it’s a gift or curse. It’s
Something about it makes me want to pick up a pen and write verses.
I feel like maybe God entrusted this mission to us; something more than Church.
Something more than the outside can comprehend and so we lock ourselves in a hurricane.
To bring tears to its eye; Teen angst at its worst.
But before sunshine; the storm will always be first.
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
This is dedicated to the scars on every teen
What Will I Become?______________________________________________________________________What Will I Become?3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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The floor was cold as the thin, tired boy placed his foot on the ground. Reid shivered, and huddled under his small, thin sheet that had been provided for him. He wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn't. Every time he fell asleep, the Masks came for him. (The Masks were unknown gender humans, with either gasmasks or one way goggles and surgeon masks.) He shifted slightly, because the hard metal frame of his bed dug into his shoulder blade. The bed was just as stiff as his shoulders.
"I gotta stay awake.... I can't go back to sleep..." His thoughts started to drift, and his eyes were heavy from days without rest. As they finally closed, he heard the footsteps of
Real Vampires- Chapter 1"Alright everyone, welcome our new student, Devin." Mr. Kelvis said as he opened the door, and a tall boy came in. "He is new to the city, and I'm sure you will all do your best to make him feel welcome."Real Vampires- Chapter 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
The boy just smiled, he was wearing a trench coat, which was unbuttoned, under it was a white T-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. His sneakers were black as well and mostly covered by the hem of his pants. His hair was a midnight black, that had a slight shine to it, and it was messy, with a few locks draped over his right eye. His ears were pierced, with crossed dangling off them, and his eyes were a dark blue. Kate noticed all this in an instant she decided it was worth it to say hello.
"Hello Devin, I am Kate, and I would like to warmly welcome you to the school." She flashed her most impressive smile, and extended her hand to shake his. He looked at it awhile, and the shook it, but then she had him in her trap. She held on hard, and grinned. "I just have a few questions here, and
Never Graced -Pt. 1-A dark cavern was hidden among the rocks. Its innards went deep into the mountain. The peak of the mountain was higher than anyone would ever think to climb in the northern part of Romania. The inside went deep, almost never ending. But if you were dumb enough to go beyond where the light shone, you'd most likely be dead. It did end, somewhere beyond the naked eye could see. There, stalagmites and stalactites had grown, sharp and deadly. The sound of dripping water of the unseen and waiting stalactites echoed off the walls. Many small black figures hung from the ceiling. A shape, unmoving, could be just barely made out. All was silent, peaceful even, as the water dripped and echoed. Drip, drip, drip. Like a song.Never Graced -Pt. 1-5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The earth is unpredictable. It has its sudden volcanoe eruptions and its sudden rain storms. But now, as if by fate, it decided to start shaking violently. Through the shaking, the dripping could no longer be heard. Rocks fell from the ceiling, hitting the unmoving object on t
the back of your head against my washed pillowcaseI find itthe back of your head against my washed pillowcase2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the King
of my own Head
& that I am
by my own
My bones, your
to your insatiable
I find this
rebirths in my
three years of
the wrong gods
you are the best muse
for struggling artists
everywhere & worst
case of the bubonic plague
since the bubonic plague
I find you
in the middle
of any where,
I shot a flock
& ate Adam's
I remain ignor
ant and ignor
ed by you
I find Nothing-
& leave me be.
Jay BioJay Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Jacen Lee Alexander
Nick Names: Jay- Pretty much what I go by. And JJ.
Gender: Male Baby.
Human Age: 26
Immortal Age: Pirate Age.
Glasses or contacts: Nope.
Skin tone: Islander Tan.
Height: About 5'11
Body Structure: slim, 6 pack, some arm muscles, and fairly short for a guy.
Scars: Oh yeah. The one that hurts the most is in my chest.
Tattoo's: A few. I have a pirate brand and a slave brand/band.
Pricings: Lip and Ears. I have a earring that doesn't come out. it's a talisman from my father from my pirate days. And a few you don't need to know. I hide them from everybody. They mark me as a slave and are in my arm. Not even Elli or Mel know about them till now that is.
Mental/Physical Disabilities: *shrugs*
Origin: Caribbean, but moved to England when I was around 10. Then back to islands, then all around the fucking place.
Species: Incubus and White Were-Tiger
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: Needing to feed off woman, kill
hello i am your stalkerIt's your birthday today. I probably shouldn't know that, but alas, the knowledge is residing in some bizarre overgrowing corner of my mind that, at the rate it's going, is going to dominate everything else. There's something about our situation that faintly reeks of humor because, if I'm honest with myself, I barely know you. But I'm drawn to you. So very drawn to you.hello i am your stalker4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There's something about you that compels me to follow you all over town and videotape everything you do, turn it into a stalker's documentary about your life. There's something about you that compels me to write down your every word in my journal and study them later when I'm trying to recall the way your vocals resonate through my every cell, when I'm trying to recall the way your intelligence tugs the corners of my mouth upward because, my God, what a mind you have.
It would be silly to give this emotion you bring out in me a name. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. I've had a crush this is not a crush
Clawtor profileName: Clawtor.Clawtor profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Quote: "If you have been through the pain I been through then you would know that I am used to the pain".
Theme songs: Only time and animal I have become and see who I am and boulevard of broken dreams and playing with fire and many others.
Wife: (he used to have one but she broke his heart and left him to take care of their son and all so he is now single and all some say that he will end up falling in love with a human but he does believe that will ever happen however).
Son: (he used to have one but his only son and child was later on killed right in front of him so he no longer has a son).
Personality: Used to be very kind hearted and understanding but that all changed after all the pain he went through in his past and he now acts cold and silent towards others most of the time but deep down in him he still has his kind side and he just needs someone to help him show that side
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
Heartwing. Chapter 3~ chapter 3 ~Heartwing. Chapter 35 years ago in Teen More Like This
Amaras eyes nearly popped out of her head, she needed to get out of here, but her wing reminded her that would be impossilbe, she was stuck here with goths son. She needed to distract him,
" w-why a-a-are you h-here ?" She shivered, Ares opened his wings, spanding 3 feet in length, thats when she saw it from the top of his shoulder all the way down to his waist. A scar the mark of banishment, his wounds were still bleeding and he began to groom himself ignoring her question.
" W-why a-re you here? " wincing as she saw his wounds bleed blood onto the branches of the tree. Ares relized he wouldn't be able to ignore her agian.
"After my banishment I had to escape from the south so I came here, besides... my kind don't last long in this weather."
"You came up here to die?" He nodded slowly, going back to cleaning himself. She frowned. "Why not start another life away from your father's kingdom?" He gave her a look.
"Surely your parents have told you of my father's persistance
ForgottenForgottenForgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not see you, have you left me behind?
Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?
It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.
To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.
Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.The Crow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.
Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.
Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.
It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.
You're at the beginning again.It starts with you breathing really fast and heavy. Like you just came from a run and your chest hurts and everything around you is spinning (I know how this feels I run alot and long distances) Then a shiver runs through your body and you start shaking really bad. Almost as if you are cold or you didn’t get enough sleep. It feels like you get very nervous or excited for something. Like it’s your first day at work/ a new school. It’s one of those moments where you tell yourself to be calm but you know it’s now use, because you’ll let go of the thing you hold in your hand anyways. But something is different about this feeling. Because you’re not new anywhere. You don’t have to hold a presentation or anything. You’re at home standing awkwardly in your room. You are afraid your body is going to break under the huge pressure of your own expectaions. You can already hear every single bone breaking.You're at the beginning again.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The next thing you remember is lying on the g
The Absolute ChildrenInto the malnourished cauldron of bittersweet clarities, we smoothen the artificial, plastic pastes of injected, glass dexterities.The Absolute Children2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shined freshly on the bloodied hands who observe from further high, the puss is cleansed to bleach the package of the childrens' placid eye.
Such terror forced into their meekly bodies, such repair demanded with pride; "Their perfection is an absolute;" the toxins are bred from their hide.
Into foul structures, placed, into addictive medicines, bound, their mouths are sealed by a bleeding price tag; care to listen to their sound?
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.We2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
EnoughI'm so very tired of your brainless children, writhing in their own spit and dirt, clogging the blind from attempting to see, attempting to see the meaning of "hurt."Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if serenity left the home of elegance; such turmoil has fallen upon me.
Unseen within the fog of elimination, your soul has ceased within thee.
Protected, nay, thou is not, from the deathly whispers and your everlasting naught.
For I am darkness without a rhyme, without forgiveness and sparing of time.
The Dead CrowThe dead crow flies across the plentiful white grass.The Dead Crow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its decaying wings echo through the broken shards of glass.
Glass that was from windows and a shattered heart, one that could never be repaired, nor ever torn apart.
The crow glances down but doesn't care, for his soul and heart rest within the air.
The CloakRobbed from buried clocks and the dear bird of elegancy, was a shining cloak of magnificence; pure transparency.The Cloak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its radiance brought upon wars of banishing, many secrets thrust forward and insanely vanishing.
Thus began the quest for the cloak, years of investigations had blinded all into smoke.
Though alas the cloak remains still intact, silently folded and within my soul, packed.