Jeff the Killer PoemInside the walls of insanityJeff the Killer Poem1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Directed away from the world of light
In the land of psychopathy
Lives a boy in the dark of night
He smiles with glee as his victims fall
Blood on his clothes, his knife in hand
Stare into his eyes, they are not dull
They are wide, needed in this land
He's welcomed by the others
Who've also gone insane
They are like his brothers
Mess with them; you'd be slain.
He once had a normal family,
But now they're all dead
He waits for you by your bed eerily
He has no mercy, for his heart is lead.
What's his name? You might think
He's a killer for all I know
Your mind will stop, your body will shrink
As for your fear begins to grow
Every night as you lay in your covers
Something dark and frightening lurks your room
You feel it draw closer as soon above it hovers
People shall wonder as your body is entombed
Jeff the Killer is the name of it
The person that kills for fun
Don't laugh at him for one fit
Or else your life shall soon be done.
When your coffin is burie
You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when it’s too late
Will you wonder what you could’ve done with it
if love is blind, stab my eyesOh, all the glorious tragedies I'veif love is blind, stab my eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen today, all within ten minutes:
A guy holding a bouquet. An expected
box of European chocolates shaped
like a heart, naturally. A stuffed
bear. A couple holding hands. A boy
kissing his girlfriend's soft cheek.
A girl carrying pink balloons. Oh.
I'm alone, naturally. How awkward.
Eyelid umbrellas hold back rain,
torrents of gushy-mushy romance.
A metaphoric flood; stormclouds.
Walking from Point Envy to Point
Facing down, arms crossed. Eyes
on the ground. Please, no optic
tidalwave leakage. What's this?
Stop: step on a blue candyheart.
Facing down, thank God. Thank
God, not Cupid. Not that dumb
St. Valentine. Not a cordiform
morsel of sugary conversations,
spreading one-liners older than
this holiday. Kiss Me. Miss me.
XOXO. Love Ya. Detour: stomp.
Saccharine aorta vs. my shoe heel
(not Achille's, but same difference)
What? You want to know who won?
Are you kidding? Y
The Fangirl- Chapter 11The Fangirl- Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Summary: Sadiq goes into a long explanation about how everything in this tale came to be.
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes (emphasis on this), Yaoi
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Hetalia. If I did, my crack pairings would be canon.
Gosh Sadiq, You're Life Just Sucks
"Got a little motto, always sees me through:
When you're good to Mama: Mama's good to you.
There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do.
You do one for Mama, she'll do one for you."
-From "When You're Good to Mama", a song from the American Broadway Production "Chicago"
Real World: Some time Ago
In this strange world was the constant presence of chattering players. Most of them were dressed in the everyday clothes of the normal world, but a vast majority was wearing colorful outfits and fancy wigs. Identification cards dangled from around their necks as they pushed the
The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Continued. Please See Part One First]
The next thing I knew, my wrists were free and Ari was falling to the ground at my feet. I stared as his face laid in the blood puddle he made. I hadn't even realize that someone else was there until I noticed a new pair of feet standing besides him. I looked up, eagerly expecting Sadiq to be my savior. That was far from the truth.
"Estonia?" I whispered, amazed at the blond who stood before me. He held a bulky laptop in his hands as he stared down at the nation he just assaulted. By the stunned look in his violet eyes, I would say that also didn't expect himself to use his precious technology as a weapon.
Panting, he stood with shaking arms until his gaze drifted to me. Steadily, he calmed, slowly placing his laptop into the wooden floor. He asked, "S-Seychelles, are you alright? What happened? Oh, um-" He awkwardly extended a hand towards me. "Here, let me help you up."
"Sherry!" To him, it must have seemed as though I was just b
Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!RomanoFuck my life.Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
FUCK MY LIFE!
Si. That was the mantra I was repeating over and over again in my head as I kept my face buried in a thick, feathery pillow. A fucking dirty one stained with my pathetic tears. Yes. There I go again with the stupid self pity. I've really got to stop that. Or actually no. I won't. Because I don't have to. That's right, motherfuckers.
I attempted to stifle my sobs by holding my breath so that those damn shudders wouldn't escape my lips, but it just didn't work. What the hell was the use? No one's here anyways. So, I'm going to just let it all out! And fuck you for criticizing me for doing so.
I rolled over so that I was facing the ceiling, my eyes studying the strange pattern of cracks that ran across it; damn, this really was an old room. It seemed like not much has changed since I was a kid around here. The walls were the same color, the garden outside looked the same, the scent was always the same, Antonio himself was always the same
Antonio, my preci
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Seasonal ChangeSeasonal Change9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is cold, and
every word that
freezes and hits the tiles
like a bottle top--
I scoop them into a plastic
cup of lemonade
(the sugary kind we spilled on the sand
when the sun was pink and the ocean green
and the sky overhead was an e
OnceThe expert was once a beginnerOnce1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
starting out humble and small.
The saint, once a condemned sinner
equivalent to the angels that fall.
The flower was once but a seed
that began deep under ground.
The oceans are born as streams
winding their steady way down.
The animal was once a mere cell
growing safely inside a womb.
The whisper transforms into a yell
which reaches an ear very soon.
The object is firstly scattered
as bits and bobs, then into a pile.
And nonsense became what mattered
when the adult grew up from the child.
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing your mother's cigarettes and your father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My mother threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that girls are not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon he was a sight of awe.
Scars on the BackScars on the Back Are a Swordsman’s ShameScars on the Back1 year ago in Settings More Like This
White threads pulled grotesquely away from oozing flesh, making the injured man clamp his teeth down on the handle of his sword. The boy above him winced at each grunt, muttering apologies under his breath. The deepest of the wounds ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right hip and it had already started to look necrotic, healthy skin at the margins giving way to dead, infected tissue.
Luffy was mentally kicking himself for leaving his lover as he fought Krieg and his men after Mihawk left. He felt selfish and neglectful. He should have seen to Zoro immediately.
Zoro seemed to notice the look on his captain’s face and removed the sword from his mouth to speak. “I know what you are thinking Luffy. This isn’t your fault.” Tears gathered at the corners of Luffy’s eyes and threatened to fall. Aw, shit now I’ve made him cry. “Look, this is my problem with Mihawk and what he did has noth
Complaints - FinaleKorris eyes traveled over Dees eyes. She softly asked, What? Her mind ran overComplaints - Finale5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dees words, struggling to make sense of them.
Dee laid out a hand. I was born female. My aunt is Cerys Newid. Our boss.
Korris mouth dipped open. Confusion reigned in her thoughts. She slowly shook her head. What why how?
Dee shrugged. I have a means of remaining male while I work which Cerys provided me.
All the air seemed to have seeped out of Korris words. Softly, she asked, Why are you telling me all this?
Dee lowered his hand. Because of what you said and what I said.
Korri kept her eyes on Dee. You lied.
Dees body tensed. I dont lie. People just never ask the right questions. She watched his eyes. They didnt waver. They looked right back at her.
Korri dipped her head away. Whatever. What now?
Dees hands splayed
GuiltyI couldn't really remember what had caused this whole argument. We had been fighting, like always, in the same part of the forest in which we always fought at, when it had happened. I didn't really know what had been going on, the only thing that I knew and was aware of right now were the words that I was speaking furiously.Guilty3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're so weak! You'll never be the pirate king like that!" I suddenly shouted, angry at Luffy.
I watched as the younger kid stared at me with wide and teary eyes. I looked around, wanting to curse at the bright sun that could be seen that day. How did it dare to be so cheerful when I was so angry? How did it dare to do this? There was a light breeze going through the forest, but I wasn't noticing it by now.
"Well, you'll never be able to be one either! I hate you Ace!" Luffy suddenly shouted, right before running away.
"Luffy!" Sabo shouted as the younger kid ran away, worry evident in his voice.
I groaned, annoyed, and looked at Sabo. "It's time for our fight no
DolorousEtch into my blackened vodka bonesDolorous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dig me a well, my doll
Watch for snakes in the deep
The water is cold and so run my eyes
Take me, Deity. Take me to the window, my doll
Let the laugh walk over the sill
I keep you to myself, I keep you for myself
Beg the morning light to give me rest, my doll
I beg my eyes do not open
Let my regrets hold you tall
Dig me a well, my doll
Bury my secrets in the deep
Christmas treeAce's POV:Christmas tree3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was staring at the Christmas tree that was currently being decorated in the middle of the room. Shanks had invited us all to a Christmas party, us being Luffy and his group of friends and me and Sabo. There were some of Shanks other friends too, some of which I could recognise, like Ben, and some which I couldn't. Strangely enough Mihawk was here too, and I couldn't help but be surprised by his presence. They were supposed to be rivals, right? I frowned as I looked at Zoro starting to help Luffy decorate the Christmas tree.
"Ace, are you okay?" I suddenly heard Sabo ask, distracting me from what I had been so concentrated in.
I turned around and looked at him, surprised. "Yes I am, why?" I immediately replied.
"You have been staring at Luffy and Zoro for quite a while now" He immediately replied with a look of concern in his eyes, imagining what was going through my head.
"I am okay, I already told you" I immediately responded again, quickly losing my patience.
Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcageWriters Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null
Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page
There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page
Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored
Almost The Witching HourDespair visits and it elicitsAlmost The Witching Hour7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
every pain I ever knew.
The ones I remembered, I don't care for,
and the ones I forgot, I do.
In which Sollux is a girl and moreYOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!In which Sollux is a girl and more2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
▼: wwhat do you wwant
▲: ii need two talk about 2omethiing
▲: and iit ha2 two do wiith your fuckiing magiic
▼: oh great is this gonna turn into another glubbin fight
▲: no, lii2ten, you need two change me back
▼: nah id rather keep you this wway
▼: you looks sorta cute in a wway
▲: ...waiit, you change me back two a boy riight now, ii hate thii2!
▲: none of my clothe2 fiit me anymore
▲: not funny eriidan!
▼: wwait wwhat did i change you into again? i ferget you sorta wwent poof wwhen i changed you
▲: ...ii'm a giirl...
▼: i wwanna hear it again wwhat i turned you into gog its jus to hilarious
▲: ii'm a fuckiing giirl now change me back!!
▼: nah i rather like you this wway
▲: eriidan!!! change me back!!!
▼: look i got kanaya to make you a nice little maid outfit
Somewhere Over That Burning RainbowSomewhere Over That Burning Rainbow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my love,
What has happened to you?
Where is your smile?
Why do these tears,
Tears of great loss,
Stream down your cheeks?
Over these rigorous years,
You have matured so,
Been put through immense amounts of pain,
More than anyone should have to endure,
But nothing could stop these agonizing cries.
Let me mend your heart;
Spill all your troubles,
Everything that's crashed and burned,
As I stroke your hair,
Give your hand a reassuring squeeze,
And wipe those tears away,
While you wipe away mine.
Get up off that bed of yours
And quit sulking around;
Hold my hands,
And I'll grip yours
As we face this cruel world,
Leaving fear in the trail of dust behind us,
With our heads held high and proud,
Without a care in this scorching city around us.
Do not fear, my precious,
Your golden kingdom waits;
Gather up yourself,
And just keep your head held high
As you march like a broken-hearted solider
Down that marvelous yellow brick road,
Away from our boiling city,
For hope is coming on its way
AmericaXDying!Reader: He Understands You pull up your stockings and push your feet into your shoes, dressing for school, while sitting on the edge of your bed.AmericaXDying!Reader: He Understands1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You can’t stay at home for another day. You know that there isn’t much time left and, regardless of what everyone says, you have to see the world one final time.
You pick up your backpack and open your bedroom door. The house is still, telling you that your parents are asleep.
You tip toe down the stairs and to the front door, where you hesitate for a moment.
“I can’t just leave them…”
You turn around, deciding to tell them that you’re off for school when you see your mother coming down the steps.
“Where are you going?” She asks worriedly, her night dressings fluttering around her.
“To school,” You say as brightly as you can. She hurries over to you.
“You’re too sick to go to school,”
“I’m feeling fine, mother, really!”
“You can’t go,” she