HichiIchi: Pure White-Ch.0: Unwanted.HichiIchi: Pure White-Ch.0: Unwanted.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Snow covers everything.
Even the depths of my soul
SkrzypkiGraj jak ci każą, graj skurwysynuSkrzypki4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jakby diabeł na twym karku
Jakby piekło w twojej głowie
Graj jak cię proszą, graj mój ty synu
Jakby anioł u twych ramion
Jakby niebo u twych stóp
Graj aby żyć i graj by umierać
Bo cisza najgorszą pokutą
Skrzypki równo trzymaj
Nim ci je przestrzelą
Panowie z ciężkim palcem, z ciężkim butem
Dym.- Dlaczego płaczesz?Dym.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spojrzałam ponuro na postawnego mężczyznę w czarnym płaszczu. Ćmił papierosa, jednak dym miał przyjemny korzenny zapach.
Przyglądał mi się z dziwną troską, wyraźnie czekając na odpowiedź. Otarłam oczy wierzchem dłoni i przygryzłam dolną wargę, wdychając przyjemny aromat.
- A dlaczego nie?
- Wy, śmiertelnicy, zwykle płaczecie z jakiegoś powodu.
Objął mnie mocno ramieniem i scałował z moich policzków łzy. Próbowałam się wyrwać, jednak okazał się za silny. Dałam za wygraną. Zapach korzennych przypraw owiał moją twarz, napawając mnie dziwnym poczuciem bezpieczeństwa.
- Dlaczego tak bardzo boisz się żyć?- Zawahałam się, gdy podał mi papierosa. Wciągnęłam aromatyczny dym w płuca.
A Product Label.Love. (Requited Edition)A Product Label.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Apply thoroughly all over body
Avoiding contact with delicate eye area
Repeat on a regular basis
For best results:
Use in conjunction with other products.
Keep stored in a cool place
Keep out of reach of children
Do not use if seal is broken or missing
Do not swallow
For external use only.
If irritation occurs, discontinue use-
Rinse eyes immediately with water
If symptoms persist
Seek medical advice or see your doctor
Handle contents with care.
BestiaPrzez wyschnięte gałęzie starej wierzbyBestia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Przebija się światło krwawego księżyca
Dróżka kieruje nas coraz głębiej w las
Z wioski dochodzi cichy odgłos dzwonów
Chowają się w krzakach ostrząc pazury
Dziwne, dzikie bestie z innego świata
Jedyne co widzimy to ich krzywe uśmiechy
I lśniące oczy czekających na jedzenie
Odgłos łamanych gałązek pod stopami
Mimo że jesteśmy przerażeni to i tak
Nie zatrzymujemy się, przemy do przodu
Wkraczamy na malutką, leśną polankę
Wita nas odgryziona noga i ucięty łeb
Chłodny wiatr ciągnie za sobą liście
I smutne szlochanie naszych rodzin
Potwory powoli się do nas dobierają...
Tymczasem w wiosce trwa biesiada
Stoły pełne jedzenia i skoczna muzyka
Tylko głos dzwonu przypomina im
O ofiarach złożonych by uciszyć bestie
Dead NoirSo some dame walks through my door, and I start to do the whole 'of all of the offices in all of New York' thing - because I'm a private eye, and that's how we do things - but then I recognize her: Miss B J Broad, dynamite on legs and owing me a favor or two after the fiasco with her late husband. Only the last time I saw her she wasn't carrying a tommy gun. So she's saying "Larry, darling." as she points this thing at me, and her voice is soft, tender, beautiful. Then it's all fireworks - nothing but noise and flashes of light - and I find myself looking down at my own bullet riddled corpse, tongue hanging out like a sweating dog. Miss Broad's looting me for the lint in my pockets and all I can think is, 'Hey, Larry. How about you at least try and die with a little dignity?'Dead Noir2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miss Broad obviously doesn't find what she's after because she's storming off cursing my name, and I start to feel kind of worthless. Kind of like I'm sorry to disappoint, you know? Like I hope m
Dry BonesSometimes I replenish my whiskey bottles with waterDry Bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And swirl it around. I drink up
To make sure I didn’t miss a single drop of that alcohol.
Diluted or not, I ache for it.
But not as much as I ache for you.
I would rinse you out and sip all of your insides.
Then I would drag your skeleton out of your skin.
Help me. Worm your way free.
I would jumble our bones together. Mix us up.
Not so we would be two with replaced bones.
No, I want us to have four arms, four legs. I want,
I want us to have two heads and a long twisted spine
Of vertebrate upon vertebrate.
I want us to clank out hollow sounds
When we come rambling along.
Our ribcages would be split and spread.
No longer cages, but wings of rib bones.
Your hips would jut against mine
And our fingers would intertwine.
Our skin would not go to waste,
Instead, we would tear them to shreds
And weave them together.
We could nest on them.
With all our empty bottles.
Mother GrimmMirror, mirror on the wall,Mother Grimm6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
can we fly or
will we fall?
Who's the darkest of us all,
mirror, mirror on the wall?
Rain, rain, go away,
it's gray enough if you don't stay.
The lies have all come out to play,
just come back another day.
Ring around the rosy,
this strange depression's cozy.
Hug me, hold me;
we'll all fall down.
It's raining, it's pouring,
our hearts, they are storing
the secrets and the lives we've led.
They'll get us in the morning.
Fire and WaterIt was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.Fire and Water3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the Lancashire countryside as though it were the dearest friend, and for years now its other residents had come to her for aid. She knew which plants could heal or, if nothing were to be done, could simply ward off the pain.
She sniffed, wiping a drop of cold rainwater off the end of her nose, and looked across her herb garden at Sally. Sally was her co
Firecracker GirlShe starts my dayFirecracker Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a proverbial bang.
Leaps out of bed with a grin,
coffee's on the way,
breakfast in bed.
She dresses in a whirl
of skirts and scarves,
a cacophony of colors
that resemble her art.
A natural blush on her cheeks,
lips of bubblegum pink,
and her hair in firecracker red
that cascades abut her face
and through my hand.
She's always in motion.
Sometimes, I look for wings
upon her feet, even.
My own whirling-dervish
in lynx's skin,
lithe and sublime,
long and lean,
for her alone, I breathe.
She drops her coat
and stands alone,
erect and pose,
all fire and aglow
in red and lacy underwear
My angel-girl in devil's clothes,
I cannot resist,
that temptress kiss
or the outline of her hips,
my hands map every curve.
She spends the night
wrapped in my arms,
she sets me on fire
and singes the sheets.
My beautiful doll, my
darling dear, my fascinating
and fiery firecracker girl.
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
NaruHina-Trust2 chapter 4Hinata was shocked for Naruto seemed like he know what happened, like he could read he thoughts. The fact that he knew that she said yes, the fact that she'd agreed to go with Kyo was amazing.NaruHina-Trust2 chapter 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They were quiet for a second. Hinata tried to look in his eyes, wondering if he was going to show her his beautiful eyes.
"Naruto-sempai ?" she asked. Then Naruto said something, finally. He looked at Hinata in a expression that she somehow feared. He's eyes, dark, He smiled, wicked, his expression, a fake to nature as he said. "I was just kidding," as he gently moved away from Hinata and before he left her from out the window he said his final words. "Have a nice time Hinata "
Hinata didn't say a thing but covered her chest, feeling her heart pounding unevenly. Her face, red, wondering why was she feeling this way. It was different from Kyo's feelings when he confessed his love to her. This was very strange to her.
By the next morning, she was gone. This time Naruto di
Conversations with The DeadWhere is my heart that I hung on a thread?Conversations with The Dead2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Little girl, don't you know, your heart, it is dead?'
Then why do I feel such a pain in my chest?
'Because secrets still bury their way through your vest'
Is that why there are burn marks all over my skin?
'They are to remind you of all the places you've been'
And what of my mind, do I still have that?
'My darling child, you're dead! Or have you forgot?'
But what of the blood, will that ever stop?
'Oh no, little one, we don't want you to clot!'
But my eyes, they sting, and my face, it is raw -
'Once you heat up your body will thaw'
Well that's quite alright, I suppose - but I think I'll go home.
'But you have none sweet child. You're a ghost. You're alone'
But why, out of everyone, did you choose to take me?
'Sweet little child, you chose it, you see'
Well that's silly ofcourse! Why would I choose death?
'Because little changeling, your colour is red'
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
on wanting to be thinnerthe world is in the palmon wanting to be thinner1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of my hand when I
wake up next
to your cream-white skin
and bones - they’re
both the same color now
and I don’t know
whether to be proud or
that in spite of the past
biting and writhing its
limping way back to you,
you’re still in my bed,
breathing and more
and though you could be smiling
you’re still holding your
it’s still there.
you’re still here.
the sky maps itself in the irises
of your muddy eyes when I
find you talking about
licking dreams and dust off
an acceptance letter to
you told me that only
in the crevasses
of an ill-tempered blackhole’s eyes
would you find enough
end yourself without
ending the world.
but you would end me,
you did end me the day
you told me your body was
not a temple - mine or yours -
and that no purge
would be bloody
enough to make you stop
corpses from your very lips.
the heart of the Sandman rests
between your beate
Intus LupusIntus Lupus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tortoise shells and broken eggs.
"They couldn't put Humpty together again."
Well I have, and he's sitting on my shelf,
Adorned to me and to no one else
But fairytales seem to run up short,
So this is where my story starts.
In the forest so deep and green
Faeries came to dance with me.
With my cloak of Red and Raven,
I took the path that few had taken
And stumbled upon predator's eyes
But I was not fooled by this wolf's disguise,
For he wore his soul upon his sleeve
And just like me he was inbetween.
Neither dark nor light, in shadows he strayed,
Though,forever,the night was more enticing than the day
But neither infernos of fires nor boulders of ice,
Could ever lure him back into the night...
It was between the trees that he caught my breath,
So I stumbled along and blessed myself
But took a sidewards glance to look behind,
Only to realise that wolf had my eyes...
Amber irises of a blood red lust,
Singing as the world fell into dust.
Midnight shadows danced around him.
RebellionRebellion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Normally Simon would have called some friends over to play on his PlayStation, but today this wouldnt happen. His parents didnt allow anyone to come over, because he had gotten a bad grade in the math-test a few days ago. Simon sighed. I know that I just had a bad day I mean, this can happen to everybody Or not? Oh damn, why are my parents so complicated
After studying for his next test, which he had finished very fast, since hes actually a very good student, he sneaked out of his room. His parents were watching a TV show, so there was no possibility that theyd come upstairs and check onto him. Still, it was impossible for him to go outside or call his friends, since theyd notice that sooner or later.
Instead he climbed up into the attic. Simon liked to rummage around up there, even though his parents had prohibited it, since it was Too dangerous or so. When he had close
NaruHina-Trust2 Chapter 5"Go get her?" Kurenai asked. "Yes." Naruto said. "You don't have to go all the way down there. She'll be back in a few weeks."NaruHina-Trust2 Chapter 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then Naruto saw Hinata sad face in his mind. "I have to go." He saw her face again, so shocked when he asked her to stay. "I have to go get her myself. I have to "he said in agony. "I'd promise to be her friend, when she needed me. And yet I let her go." He said in his mind.
"I have to go get her. Naruto put on a serious face as he'd bow down to Kurenai. "Let me take care of this."
Hinata still had the cell phone in her hand, looking at it. "What?" she said in her mind. "What did he just say?" Remembering his words over phone. "I'll be right there." Remembering this made her blush. "huh, R-R-R-Right there?! He's coming from Konoha?! Here?! Naruto is?!" She was so confused. She couldn't believe what he said. "He gotta be joking." There was no way that he was going to come.
"I guess I'll call and
Jingle Bell RockJingle Bell Rock4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto
Story written by: Kiyomi Yamashira
This is a story with a setting in the modern times. So obviously Sasuke and Sakura will be in the 21st century setting. I hope all you enjoy this fan fiction just as I have enjoyed writing it.
Jingle Bell Rock
Sakura was walking quietly on the streets of Konoha, her hands in her comfy mittens as she was wrapped in her favorite pink jacket. She stopped at a particular shop that sold nothing but bells. Sakura peeked at the window and saw two pink bells. "They will look great with my dress." she thought to herself as she entered the shop. A young woman greeted her as Sakura scanned through the shelves looking for the two bells she saw. The woman walked towards her with a smile.
"Can I help you miss?" she asked politely
"Um, yeah. I'm looking for two pink bells I saw earlier." Sakura replied smiling
"Ah, you mean the ones you can attach to a ribbon for a head piece?"
Tears: the way to deathTears: The Way to DeathTears: the way to death10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Chapter 1: a calm night in the forest
It was late at night when inuyasha and the others found a spring near the forest. Everyone was a little bit dirty and also tired, so, they rush immediately to the spring. The sky was full of stars, million of shiny and tiny stars, but the most beautiful thing, was the silvery moonlight and the refreshing and calm air. The light of the moon shined above the spring, where inuyasha, kagome, sango and company, were having a relaxing and peaceful bath. That was a very normal night, miroku trying to see the girls naked, inuyasha resting in a tree (he didn't want to go to the spring), the girls shouting * you pervert! * (Every fifteen minutes to miroku), and finally shippo and kirara, having a relaxing bath in the spring. Yeah…… that was a perfect night………
After some hours, inuyasha and the poor and hurt miroku heard a voice. It was a women voice. The woman was singing a beautiful, but sad song. Miroku (obviou