Guardian Angels -- chapter 6Guardian Angels -- chapter 68 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: This story involves yaoi/gay romance. For readers 18+ only. Story rating is R for violence, sexual content, and strong language.
Cherokee was wagging her tail happily when Erin and James walked in the door. She tilted her head a little and whined happily, staring at Erin as if to say "See, you didn't get eaten. I always know what's good for you." The blonde just scratched her behind the ears a little.
"I guess I should show you the guest room, huh?" James said, hiding a smile.
Erin glared at him. He had found out, after they had left the mall, that James had known the gang of boys was out there. He could hear them talking. Erin was very displeased that James had tricked him, but at the same time he was secretly grateful. He didn't want to run into that gang alone again.
The blonde followed the vampire down the short hallway to the last door on the left, and James let him go in first. The room, like everything else i
Un dernier cafeUn dernier caféUn dernier cafe3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sur les hauts comptoirs fumants je prends un café :
Tout en caractère, fort et corsé. Empreint
Des terres incas où la fève fut verte, loin
S'élève l'arôme en effluves inspirées.
La tasse de blanc kaolin, me chauffe. Ni
Grande, ni trop large, un petit écrin d'émail
Que mes dix doigts engourdis prennent par la taille.
Dans cette nuit, c'est une force qui agit.
Quand j'y plonge la cuillère d'argent, faisant
Tournoyer la fine mousse, j'y vois alors
Les yeux de la serveuse où l'ouragan du nord
Germe en plein jour, dans les récifs de l'inconscient.
Au ciel, 5 Déc. 12.
Losing YouIt was a few years agoLosing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I still remember you so well
Despite all this time in which I haven’t seen you
Your influence hasn’t changed a bit
You were the only one. The kindest, sweetest soul I ever had the honour of knowing
And yet I always felt I wasn’t worthy of your attention – your precious time, your precious words
Your gentle kindness
I wanted to spare you the mistake of knowing someone like me
A being so unworthy of your grace
So much so that I not only pushed you away
But I lost myself trying to lose you
You consumed all of my thoughts until none of my own remained
You only ever meant well, I understand that now
But your familiar figure had become intimidating
I was frightened, sure that I could never deserve one as wonderful as you
And I didn’t know what to do - I was so fragile at the time
So afraid to love, to trust, that all I did was hurt everything I touched
Myself and any who dared to care for me
Now I understand, so many years later, the r
Broken momentsSitting beside the windowBroken moments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair
It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves
Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush
But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in
I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea
So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a weakling
Just leaves it to die.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
One day.One day i'll be free,One day.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just you wait and see.
I need to get out,
And change how i feel.
But it is hard to scout,
Out which feelings are real.
One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.
I know i can do it,
I can escape from my head.
I'll be able to just sit,
And my heart won't feel like lead.
One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.
Just a while longer,
And then i'll be safe.
My soul will be stronger,
And it won't be too late.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
Your Words Are Gelignite Pt. 2"We're catching bullets in our teeth,Your Words Are Gelignite Pt. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its hard to do but they're so sweet,
And if they take a couple out,
We try to work things out.
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us.
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night."
"Bullets" by Tunng
It's easy to wake up in the morning. John dresses and goes to the chilly kitchen for breakfast before he remembers. Staring at the kettle, he remembers, just like that.
"Keep calm and carry on," he says to himself softly, hopping a little from foot to foot because the floor is too cold for his bare feet.
When his toast is done and his tea is steeping, he sits at their shared desk. His laptop is out, since Sherlock's been using it more and more lately, no surprises there. It's practically their laptop anyway. For just a moment, he considers changing his password, then shrugs off the idea; Sherlock will gue
Hetalia High SchoolLudwig will be Mr. Beilschmidt while Gilbert will be Coach Beilschmidt to avoid confusion.Hetalia High School4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: I'm gonna fail this course.
As a few weeks had passed, Feliciano enjoyed his maths classes but not for the right reasons. He wasn't doing any better in the quick tests Mr. Beilschmidt gave out every week. His friends tried to help him. WHich lead to Kiku in Feliciano's room trying to help him yet AGAIN. He was beginning to consider his friend a total lost. There were times where Feliciano hugged Kiku and started to cry because he was a failure. The Japanese boy was still surprised about the behaviour of his friend.
"Kiku, what I'm I going to do? I don't understand a thing and the exam is next Friday!" Feliciano was at tears while frantically saying this.
"Then you should try to study a little," replied Kiku.
"Veh~! I've tried but I always get distracted!"
"How can that even be possible, bastard!" said a voice from behind them. It was Romano who had entered to the room with some snacks
Need to Feel PainI feel the hurtNeed to Feel Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every time I look back
the Pain I always feel
deep inside me
I always have these urges
that I need to feel pain...
it was the only true feeling I felt
and without it I'm lost in this world
I want to cut my arms...
I want to cut my legs
just to watch the blood pouring
and to feel the pain deep inside
I want to hurt...
to know that I can feel in this world
I need to feel pain...
its like a drug to me...
The cuts I love
the pain i can feel
I just want my arms to bleed
and to feel the scars....
Cutting every inch of me
just to feel the pain deep inside
To watch the blood pour down...
on the body that deserves pain....
carnivore.carnivore.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
once, a very, very long time ago, an old man told me that i was a carnivore.
he worked an old gas station on a lonely stretch of road. route 66, i do believe. me and arkady were trying to buy some beer. we were 17.
carnivores, he continued, know how to survive.
a rare breed
i wasn't so sure about any of that.
arkady was off fucking with the pacman machine. ate his quarter. i told him he should have played space invaders. i fucking told him.
if i'm the carnivore, i asked, then what are you?
with an old guy smile that ripped through his skin like earthquakes,
seismic fractures, plate tectonics.
i looked around. twenty-four beers on the counter between carnivore and prey.
what's gonna happen to you then?
i'll die in a robbery, he mused.
he scanned my beers. he didn't check my fake i
CONTRE TERRE - TO THE GROUND -Haiku-CONTRE TERRE - TO THE GROUND -Haiku-5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
(english translation below)
Rosée du matin
Ma face contre la Terre
Je suis une Larme.
To the Ground
My face to the ground
I am a Tear.
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
BandI walk into the room,Band5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The banging drums,
The booming Tubas,
The slightly off-pitch french horns,
The squeaking woodwinds,
Give me a major headache.
And that's when I smile,
Because I know that I'm finally home again.
BandBand.Band3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting side by side,
Crammed into the band room like sardines,
Each fighting for enough elbow-room,
To play our instruments.
Huddled under the drum major podium,
Desperate to find shade,
From the blazing sun,
So close that our sweat mingles,
With that of the people next to us.
Packed into the stuffy bus,
Our voices drowned out by the louder ones,
And the music of the radio in the back.
Trekking across the field,
Keeping our legs straight,
Rolling our feet,
Maintaining good posture,
Staying in step,
Keeping good intervals,
And watching the drum major,
All while playing our respective instruments.
Marching on the field,
On the hottest day of the year,
To please the band director,
And praying for rain,
Or just a water break.
We endure together.
We suffer together.
We play together.
We practically live together.
If that’s not family,
Then I don’t know what is.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
GraphonomicsHe fell in loveGraphonomics10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her handwriting –
the way her dribbled g’s
gallivanted into corkscrews –
the way her s’s
would caress the ends of the letters,
lapping at the plurals
and ever so softly
conveying graphite sibilance –
the way her a’s
had jaunty tails
the apexes of lowercase –
the way her commas
and the pencil point would press
into the filaments –
the way her cursive
flowed like a landscape
(and they say that pictures
are worth more
than the masterstrokes on her looseleaf) –
the way her hand
had crinkled the paper
as she scribbled a note
on a dog-eared flap –
the way she looked
when she was deep in words,
brow lined reflecting the rules
of the mockingly mesmerizing meter,
wisps of frowns
echoing the creative scratch,
diamond tongues flickering
in hazel eye-glasses –
the way she wrote his name,
the sinuous care
she brought to the lowercase
preceded by the forceful
SchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseele4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tausend verkrüppelte Leben lebend
Ihre entstellten Hände
krallten sich in meine Seele,
zerbrachen meinen Sinn.
Hilflose Körper lagen zu ihren Füßen,
wollten nur sich selbst erkennen.
Mein sterbendes Sein schwand,
neugeboren in einem blühenden Kokon.
Ein helles Licht, ein tosender Wind,
mein behütetes Zuhause bricht.
Aus meinen schmalen Schultern
ragen zu große Flügel.
Mein neues Leben trägt mich,
Meine Hände berührten meine entstellte Haut, rieben über die klaffenden Wunden meiner Seele. Das Geräusch von prasselndem Regen beruhigte den schnellen Schlag meines Herzen, immer noch erschrocken über das Geschehene. Der Spiegel vor mir zeigte mir jemanden, den ich nicht erkannte, der nicht so aussah wie ich. Ich fühlte mich leer, nur mein Herz schlug unablässig in meiner Brust umher, mein Hirn jedoch ließ keinen Gedanken zu. Es war so schnel
Play The GamePlay The Game3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Dammit!” Scott heard his friend Will shout from the other room. “Not again!” Scott was lounging on the couch and reading a magazine when Will stormed into the room. “That thief has stolen some more things!” Scott set down the magazine.
“You sure it’s not just raccoons or something?” Scott asked. “Sure of it!” Will replied, “Raccoons would of taken food or something; this guy just took some bottles of alcohol and other things that I don’t think any raccoon would want!”
Scott and Will were on a hunting trip in the forest, they were staying in a log cabin up near some mountains. Recently items have gone missing; bottles of wine or beer, books, sometimes even the pelt of the animal that they had killed. Scott wondered where this thief had come from, there wasn’t another log cabin for miles around and they hadn’t found or heard of anyone else camping nearby. Will was determined to get revenge.
Brad Pitt's face when romantic comediesBrad Pitt's face8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make you sick
and you could spit
in Brad Pitt´s face - you know:
these days are merciless
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
+Made For You 4 - BL+Chapter 4: And the rain will fall+Made For You 4 - BL+8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Things had become abnormal.
Even after a day had passed, Elliot still felt a little out of it. When teachers would drone on and on about past European rulers, scientific theory, or math equations, Elliot would end up staring blankly on ahead. People would tap him on the shoulder to get his attention for whatever reason, but when said reason was finished with, his mind swiftly fell be back into a far-off world. All day he would drift indecisively between two realities: the one that existed outside of him and the one that existed only within.
Sometimes, when he zoned out, he didnt think about anything. Sometimes he did. It wasnt long before Elliot found himself wondering about his parents, musing over what they were doing at that moment and when they would inevitably come back home. Theyd been gone for an awfully long time. Two weeks maybe? It was just that the longer they were gone from home, the closer their arrival would be...