Guardian Angels -- chapter 6Guardian Angels -- chapter 67 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
Losing YouIt was a few years agoLosing You2 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
Need to Feel PainI feel the hurtNeed to Feel Pain2 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....
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 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. 24 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
Brad Pitt's face when romantic comediesBrad Pitt's face7 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
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.
Did You KnowDid you know,Did You Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're kind of impatient,
Your nose is a little too big,
You're always blaming others,
You never speak your mind,
Your chest is too small,
You try way too hard,
You aren't pretty,
Or even well-rounded,
You're not smart either,
You never will be,
In fact, you're weird,
You'll never find anyone,
Your dreams are idiotic,
You have no talent,
Probably your family's fault,
You're right, it's yours,
You'll never be anyone special,
You'll die one day and no one will remember you,
Because you're pathetic,
You don't deserve to live,
You should disappear,
It would do the world some good,
Since everyone hates you,
And your life means nothing,
You're still here.
I don't know.
poetry, againSpoiler alert: this is not poetry.poetry, again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Print 15 copies. You just killed a tree.
Put this in mass-produced magazines.
Slaughter a forest arboreal genocide.
This is not poetry;
this is lexical vandalism; this
is getting away with murder.
Fire your editor & set
fire to your dictionary.
This sentence is a Death sentence,
but death shouldn't be uppercase.
Capital punishment: life fragment (incomplet)
Shit, I don't think I executed that properly.
Correct the syntax & execute it again.
This time: sharpen the guillotine.
Type a noose around this poem
& hang it
on your fridge like gallows,
smothered by two magnets.
you just killed
This is not poetry, again.
This is not Shakespeare
This is a not a play on
dead kings or balcony scenes.
This is a play on
words. Verbs Action Cut!
Cut to the chase. Cut this stanza
in half. Chop off its limbs like the
trees you keep killing. Cut off your
Broken momentsSitting beside the windowBroken moments2 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.
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this2 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
KidxLiz - GroomingI don't know why, but after awhile, Liz stop resisting my grooming efforts.KidxLiz - Grooming3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been nothing short of a battle to convince her that she just wasn't doing it properly. But I can't place the blame on her though; something trivial like eyebrow care is difficult to do by ones self with only a mirror as aid.
To be symmetrical, one would need help from another.
I, however, have learned the art of taking care of myself and being symmetrical at all times of course.
Liz has not.
Therefore she needed my assistance.
Whether she wanted it or not.
"Liz! Be reasonable! You never do it right!" I would plead.
"Kid, stop being creepy. I'll do my eyebrows my way" she growled, looking over her magazine to glare at me but her angry expression only caused her brows to extenuate as they creased forward.
I bit my lip, trying desperately keeping eye contact though already spotting five small hairs she missed.
What an ugly number.
"Please Liz I'm begging you let me fix it" I cracked; I didn't care how
GraphonomicsHe fell in loveGraphonomics3 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
SchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseele3 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 Game2 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.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)2 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
killing daydreamsi smashed the clouds today,killing daydreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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...6 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
carnivore.carnivore.4 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
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
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.
BandBand.Band2 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.
Reader x Kaito KID: Don't Lose Your Temper -Part 4“IT’S KAITO KID!” you heard Officer Nakamori shout from the floor above you. You laughed slightly at his frantic voice as he starts to shout order after order.Reader x Kaito KID: Don't Lose Your Temper -Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
After hearing much running around and confused shouts, you decided to go up and at least make it look like you were trying to catch Kaito Kid.
As you headed up the staircase, you found smoke rolling eerily down the steps. Finally when you entered the large display room, you could barely see your own hand in front of your face. Many of the officers bumped into you as they ran around franticly, trying to find the thief in white. Although, someone ran into you from behind as you tried to find your way through the maze of smoke. Landing on the cold cement floor (which didn’t help the fact that you still didn’t feel so good from your fall earlier) you rolled over, pushing the man off of you, you had half a mind to yell at him for being an idiot, when you found it wasn’t a man dressed in the police