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."
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.
This is Called ThiefshippingTitle: I Believe This is Called ThiefshippingThis is Called Thiefshipping5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Bakura explains to Marik what Thiefshipping is. YGOTAS-based. Heavy on the fluff despite being a comedy.
Author's Notes: Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series is the property of LittleKuriboh. Thanks to LK for being awesome!
"I believe this is called Thiefshipping," said Bakura.
"You believe WHAT is called WHAT?" asked Marik.
"Thiefshipping," said Bakura. "It's the concept of the two of us being attracted to each other and then having sex with each other. Often times, during the sex, knives and blood are involved. I like knives."
"The two of us...hey, I told you, I'm not effing gay!" said Marik defensively.
"Oh, come on, you're really not fooling anyone. Besides, my gaydar led me directly to you. How do you explain that?" said Bakura.
"Oh, the gaydar that you use because you're secretly very lonely?" Marik shot back.
"I, uh, said that out loud,
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
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
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.
ScreamingI'm screaming!Screaming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear me?
I SAID I'M SCREAMING!
I'm screaming for a reason.
So listen up
I'm tired of being patient.
I was that one that was polite.
I was that one that was quiet.
I was that one sitting in the corner hoping to be notice as I strived for improvement.
BECAUSE I'M SICK AND TIRED OF WAITING
So I'm going to scream. Shout. Whatever I have to do to be noticed.
If I stick with fate I'll just have a dull and boring life.
I SAID NO MORE
SO LISTEN THE FUCK UP.
AND LOOK AT ME!
I'M TIRED OF BEING INVISIBLE
So I'm going to scream.
Maybe you can do me a favor and notice before my voice gives out.
Oh and Destiny.
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.Decadent Love3 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.
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
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
The MasochistThe clock strikes twelve, the heavy chimes of the old grandfather clock echoing all around the apartment.The Masochist5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chains of paper dolls lie strewn all around on the tiles of the bathroom floor, the once-pristine white tiles now stained with red.
How long has she been here?
She herself has no idea.
Time flows by like sand through a sieve, and here inside her little bathroom world, days melt into nights and nights melt into days, the constant sound of water drowning out and flushing away all sense of time.
A brief motion of hands, and the newest chain of paper dolls is ripped apart, and she watches as the gratifying red begins to drip down, staining her sticky hands with more red.
Sudden joy floods her heart for a brief moment as she imagines the screaming of the paper dolls, and she flings the chain onto the floor to join many other soggy ones.
She reaches for the scissors, and begins to cut a new chain.
Her ears prick up as a quiet rustle sounds in the empty room, and she looks up, startled.
still,"i want grandchildren."still,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that car ride ruined some things
threw a wine bottle at the wall
15 years sitting
it was good enough or
it wasn't good enough
all the silence forced
my pride to jump out the window
if any rested in her
she showed it off like a speech bubble
tied it to her teeth
slammed it in the door
had it under her pillow for months
and years and years and years
there was no statement
there was no outstretched hand
just steering wheel clenching
knuckles white and jaw taut
(all because who i bed was not her mindful of
i still think i'm a tumor
she shows it off like a speeding ticket
i put a pin through it
i put it on her sweater
she never wears it
Rainbow ButterfliesRainbow Butterflies2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!
Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul
All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?
Yet, a lot of the rainbow butterflies
Have to pretend, to hide and to disguise.
Only artists are allowed to astound
While the others dance in the underground.
So they won't corrupt normality
Even at the cost of human dignity.
Still I love to see the butterflies around
And watching them fly high above the ground.
High above the minds too small to grasp
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now3 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
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
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