Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
UtaPri - For No ReasonFandom: Uta No Prince-SamaUtaPri - For No Reason3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Characters: Ittoki Otoya, Ichinose Tokiya, Jinguji Ren
Genre: Fluff/Romance (eh, I'm no good with this)
Disclaimer: shonen-ai, BL, whatever you call it. Otoya's cuteness, my headcanons, cock-blocking - what have you.
"Let me see too, Tokiya!" Otoya almost jumped over the taller man's shoulders, craning his neck to see what he'd been reading. Tokiya hid the magazine from the red-haired boy's sight deftly, manoeuvring it just so that it was within his own sight, but out of Otoya's.
"Ah, is it about your brother, Tokiya?" Said man paused, momentarily. That was...uncanny.
"No, you can look at it after I'm done," Tokiya tried to be as stern as possible, but Otoya's comment had seriously caught his off guard. He really did have an uncanny sense of knowing just how one's feeling...how?
A small, uncharacteristic frown graced Otoya's features, as he stopped trying to look at the magazine and peered at Tokiya's face, instead. It cau
Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 1Authors Note: Hey everyone! Its KawaiiKitsune95 here! I bring you, my first UtaPri fanfiction! It's a Yaoi, so if you don't like, don't read! Simple! I do not own UtaPri, or any of their characters. If I did, there would be Yaoi EVERYWHERE!Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Does You + Me = Love?
Ittoki has always asked a lot of questions. The day Tokiya decides to answer one of them, is the day everything starts changing. A multi-chapter fic, rated M for later chapters. TokiyaXIttoki. Implied RenX Masato, and NatsukiXSyo.
Chapter 1: The Dream
All men of action are dreamers.
Tokiya Ichinose blinked away the bleariness of concentration; said concentration being interrupted once again by his noisy roommate. The loud beat of music met his now-focused ears. Obviously, Otoya had taken off his headphones, which only meant one thing. Tokiya let out a sigh, building up the patience required to deal with Otoya. The boy was a pain. Always being loud, and nev
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Life of a fallen angelI am a fallen angel,Life of a fallen angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell from the skies of
and landed on Hell.
I was lost,
until I met you,
you were a perfect weapon
You and I were unbroken,
we even decided to
set the world on fire.....
Until the day betrayed
I was so upset that
I even lost my wings,
In the end I realised
that you were using me,
and for that I will never
let you seal my coffin.
I hope you remember
my last goodbye,
because that is the last
good memory you will
I hope you burn in your home,
in the fires of Hell.
Zack X Reader"Time of death: five thirteen PM." You heard this, but you were unable to respond.Zack X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone began crying everyone except Zack. But why wasn't he crying? You two had been best friends since preschool. He wasn't crying because he knew you weren't dead; you just couldn't be and you had promised him you wouldn't die young. He was right you weren't dead. It all started about five hours ago.
"Come on, Zack! You have to be done by now; we're going to be late!"
"Perfect hair doesn't just happen instantly, (y/n). You seem to know that, with how long
you take every morning."
"Yeah, but that's different I'm a girl and my hair is much longer than yours. And today I woke up early so we could get there early. You should have done the same."
"Sorry I was up late last night finishing our report."
"I finished my half in class while you sat there talking to Cloud. I feel bad for him he almost didn't get to finish his project, thanks to yo
SilenceYourSilence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silence kills me
more than words
While I am held
waiting and wondering.
Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,
I wake to another
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.Decadent Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flawless, soft and decadent.
You are the Domaine Romanée-Conti
Passing through your soft pursing lips,
kissing the crystal rim of my glass.
You are as breathtaking as midnight in Paris,
A sight briefly seen as I lean across your lap
But still imprinted, and sealed with your kiss.
You are New York's Golden Opulence Sundae,
the 23-carat gold leaf that you peel off
And gently place on my tongue.
You are the Bugatti Veyron,
racing through the Overseas Highway in the Florida Keys,
with me, staring out at the vibrant blues as we speed passed.
You are the Museo Guggenheim of Spain
The Runways in Italy
The Kohinoor diamond
And I am but a simple man,
Trying to keep up.
Hiss's Oogie Boogie SongHiss's Oogie Boogie Song9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Well well well, look who's back.
Obi Boogie. Wow, what a pathetic little sack.
Are you serious that this is my sister? *laughs*
You're jokin', you're jokin', I cant believe my eye,
my snakes are laughin' so hard they've begun to cry!
She's tiny, she's scrawney, to me there's no compare.
Does anyone in the room see a resemblence anywhere?
I'm the heir to Oogie Boogie and I'm givin' this a whirl,
you'd better pay attention, sis! Cuz I'm the Boogie Girl.
We gotta kill you somehow, cuz in life you don't belong.
'Til then you're forced to listen to my Oogie Boogie Song.
Woah-oh (woah-oh), woah-oh (woah-oh), woah-oh (woah-oh)
I'm the Oogie Boogie Girl!
Well if I'm feelin' bored and got nothin' else to do,
I might just make our daddy's snake and spider stew.
Sometimes I might add noodles, or maybe a little rice,
how 'bout little Obi? Now wouldn't ramen be so nice?
Woah-oh (woah-oh), woah-oh (woah-oh), woah-oh (woah-oh)
I'm the Oogie Boogie Girl!
Release me now or you will face the
UnspokenI am the voice unspoken,Unspoken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…
I am numbed and cold,
Trapped in the ice of solitude,
You left me here in the wastes,
To seek my own sanctuary…
I am alone now, in your night,
I am freezing in my loneliness,
I am damned in my sorrow,
And through the void I sing…
"Bleed me dry"
I whisper to dry hearts,
"Take my life"
I taunt you with my eyes.
"Take it all"
You know the truth of it…
"Kill me here"
Its you who inside dies…
After the Weddingsloppy honeymoon kissesAfter the Wedding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
smearing red lipstick
against white lace
in unexplored places
this bride is a
good old fashioned
christian young lady
somewhere sits a couple
of leftover wedding guests
alcohol miraculously fresh
on their breath
and they're laughing
like nothing is wrong
besides the fact
that they're both so
mascara is trailing down
the cheek of a bridesmaid
who's so green with envy
she feels it curled up
inside her like a well-fed animal
and she does nothing but
bite her chapped bottom lip
and imagine the groom
with his hands on her body
they're sweeping at this time of night
cleaning up the party debris
stained linen and trampled streamers
and confetti caked into cracks in the floor
the janitor sighs heavily
as he loads his arms with
baby's breath that bow their heads
and piles of white, wilted petals
that he dumps in the trash
and as they hit the crinkled black plastic
that lines the garbage among cake crumbs
and discarded drinks,
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
Anything you can find:"They're wicked," whispers Deputy Mack, when he thinks we aren't listening. "Beautiful, but wicked."Anything you can find:2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It makes Noah smirk from the front desk, where Clara Wynn, the dispatcher, is sneaking him sips from her hip flask while she profiles him. DePrince, she writes, Noah Thomas. Age: 12. Hair: Black. She puzzles over the color of his eyes before penning gray on the line, a rarity that gives us an edge, which we use like a scalpel. Noah flickers eyes like new nickels whenever we want something. Today is the Friday after the funeral and we are sick for answers, so we ask Clara if she will take our mug shots.
"I'll find some film," she says, disappearing into the back room. The door taps shut behind her. Deputy Mack and Sheriff Spellis are still arguing about us in the office, their voices a low rumble of contention, so we slip off our chairs and spread out through the station.
"Obituaries, photos, police reports," says Noah, fanning a stack of files across the desk. "Hur
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
The Stuff SongThe Stuff Song2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Finn: My hot dog's dead.
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Jake: Oh, um, my doughnut's dead.
My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our favorite foods are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little food beds.
We'll eat them up,
And turn them into stuff.
Jake: And we'll cry over their graves,
But you can't cry enough...
Together: When you miss someone you love
You can't cry enough.
Orion de Shout Out- Eng. TranslationThe point of going mad through rough shadow mindsOrion de Shout Out- Eng. Translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who am I? In a moonlit night of darkness I have seen
A pleasant dark wind, a dazzling shining sky
I paint out the picture late at night
I'm sure you and I are near shadow and light
Real or fake? Even I'm not sure
Black? White? Why? Why? My heart reaches out
Shout and it seems to color
Orion in the night sky has kept me burning
Dictates if any good lives in the flames of my heart
Scratch it all out, good and evil and pretentious statement
The kiss, supposedly full of good warmth, is empty
Where is "love"? A hug through dawn
Only these angel lips
Why not? devil heart
The overflowing smell of fruit
Prevention of hope, the despair locked inside
I shine some more if pretending
Lose my way, tomorrow and today
But I hesitate through serious truth
Dreams and love, all the feelings in a black hole
The wish may not be what I really wanted
The answer may fight with two of their own
When your dream becomes my own
England x Reader x America It's Raining AgainEngland x Reader x America It's Raining Again2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
England x Reader x America
It’s Raining Again Chapter 1
It was raining, grey clouds covered the sky. The blonde stood there rain pelting him and his clothes, he was getting drenched to the bone. But he didn’t care. As he looked across from him he saw him, his enemy.
Dressed in his nation’s uniform, he stood ready to fight. At one point in time he might have looked nice, but now covered in a mixture of sweat, mud, and rain water he looked anything but. Although he a fiery look in his eyes, and I knew why. It was me, he wanted me dead. As for him, I felt indifferent I didn’t want to kill him.
He was a great fighter
He had friends and family back home
He didn’t know anything he was just a kid
He had so much to live for
He was my brother
My brother but there he was his golden locks stuck to his face his azure eyes narrowed in determination. And he was pointing his gun at me.
I woke up with a cold sweat and s
Love Is War | Part 5Love Is War | Part 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Marshall! What are you doing here?!” Fionna dragged her arm away from Gumball’s.
“What am I doing here?” Marshall smirked.
“Come and rule the Candy Kingdom with me, Fionna!” He mocked Gumball with a high pitched voice.
Gumball flushed red.
“Enough already!” Fionna shouted. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“What makes you think she wants you?” It was Gumball.
With an outburst of fury, Marshall slapped PG’s hand away from Fionna’s shoulder and hissed with a forked tongue at his red face.
“How dare you touch me, you distasteful villain!” Raising his pink hand, he brought it down only to feel Fionna’s sword in the way.
“STOP IT!” Two heads turned to face an angry girl.
Fionna swiftly swung her sword down and the two boys watched as it landed between them.
“No more fights. I can’t handle it” She shook her head with anger.
Fanged TeethFanged Teeth3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The woman opened her eyes slowly. The view she got met with were blurry for a moment but got clear after some blinks.
"So you're awake?" a cool voice came from beside her. With wide and scared eyes she looked at a man with black hair sit on a chair, chin leaning in the palm of his hand. "Thought you were dead for a moment, but then your heart wouldn't pump like a hare." the man stood up, his red eyes bored into her brown.
"A " the woman slapped a hand over her mouth. Her voice? Why can't she utter a word?
"Don't worry, your voice will soon go back. Here drink this." the man held out a glass of something clear.
Fast she grabbed it and drank down the water in one swift.
"Better?" the man took away the glass from her.
"Yes, thank you sir." the woman breathed, glad to have her voice back.
"No problem, ma'am. Now, you may be wondering where you are, right?" the man sat down on the chair again, facing the woman who gazed down to her hands.
"I do a
Writer's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC meme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Created by: Trafalgarlawfangirl
I. Alright guys, you know the drill, choose 5 of your OCs and add a short description below (Even if you know what they look like the people who read it don't! Write it as if you were explaining it to an idiot!). If you don't have 5 OCs then make one up on the spot! Seriously, sometimes the random characters you make are some of the ones you have the most fun with.
II. You (the writer) are walking around a busy part of town, at some point, you end up crossing paths with [Character One], neither of you recognize the other. As the two of you continue on your way, what was one thing you both noticed about the other?
III. [Character Three] or [Character Two] is trapped in a windowless room for the next 72 hours (3 days for those of you who won't do the math). Do they go crazy? What do they do to pass the time?
IV. [Character Five] is able to go to the past and tell their past self some advice for the future