30 - Together We StandJoe30 - Together We Stand5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In a time of crisis, if left alone, two men who were once at war with each other will come together to save the world. Stranded alone, a girl and a boy who were mortal enemies will learn to love each other and become the best of friends and eventually lovers. A king who is abandoned by his country can find comfort in the slaves he once downed and can learn the value of life.
The running theme in all of this is that when you put two people who are not alike or who hate each other alone, they will learn to live with the other's faults and eventually come together to deal with the problem effectively.
But the one thing that brings people who sometimes would never be brought back together are children. When children are involved, divorced parents can come together again, family members can come back into your life or differences that forced siblings apart can bring them together again.
I had thought I heard this strange sound like whirring or rumbling and so I ran u
the first day of springyou are new in the way flowers are new:the first day of spring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant green, soft purple,
the good smell of rain and soil.
let the miserable winter wind
chase its own tail for a while;
there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine
at the end of a sunlit driveway.
Lock and Keyi.Lock and Key3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She always locks the door.
Just in case.
She hides under the covers and prays
no bogeyman can get her, but
imagination gets the better of her
She doesn't want to be hurt.
She doesn't want to be alone.
She doesn't want to be dead.
But mostly she doesn't want to be.
That scares her more than anything
anyone could ever do to her.
She locks the door sometimes.
Just in case.
She hides behind the music and cries
no tears to salt her wounds.
she put them there herself
She doesn't want anyone to see.
She doesn't want anyone to know.
She doesn't want anyone to intervene.
But mostly she doesn't want to be stopped.
That hurts her more than anything
anyone could ever do to her.
I don't lock my door anymore.
Just in case.
37000 - IchiRuki Signs of Love37000 - IchiRuki Signs of Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I can never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
Rukia was sitting on Ichigo Kurosaki's bed in the real world with a new book in her hands while she listened to the radio that Ichigo had turned on some minutes ago before he had disappeared downstairs. The melody that started to play caught her attention and she lifted down the book from her eyes down to her chest.
The words that the male singer sang made her thoughts go from the last sentences her eyes had read in the book to a certain 15-years old substitute Shinigami male with orange, spiky hair and dark brown eyes. In some strange way the lyrics seemed to fit her and Ichigo as day and night, darkness and light.
The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
Well-worn WingsWell-worn wings are what we wearWell-worn Wings6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To navigate skies of despair;
Breaking ties from what was sworn
Our fledglings fall, their souls reborn.
Well-worn wings are what we need;
Shed and frayed in times of greed.
Like sails upon forgotten masts;
They are reminders of our pasts.
Well-worn wings will travel far
Lets soar away, land on a star!
Lets fight the urge to speed away;
Lets save our flight for another day.
From well-worn wings well take our scars.
Gifts tied with strings, but not labeled as ours.
201220126 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
My iWatch feels heavy on my wrist as dad drives along the highway, heading for my school. There's a parent teacher conference today, and dad is the one attending it. My older sister sits in the front. Her shrill voice hurts my ears, even with my headphones, and I fiddle with a button on the side of my iWatch, turning the sound up so high that Sweet Tragedy, my favorite band, is all I can hear.
I glance out the window, watching buildings flash by. It's December, and the glass fogs where my breath touched it. I lift my hand, and gently press a finger to the steamed-up glass, creating swirls patterns in the mist, finger moving in time to the music in my ears.
My eyes wander back to the road ahead. The cracked asphalt looks the same, every day. Worn out, and like it will fall apart if just one more car drives over it, cracks spreading across it like the milk I spilled at breakfast. The buildings are tall and gray, although I suppose th
Dysthanasia.Short-sighted though I’ve always been,Dysthanasia.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into
my skin with all the blunt finesse
of a child drawing with crayons
but I missed the moment
when you stopped caring enough
to make them beautiful.
AutismThrough Hell and pain, we will survive,Autism2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We Autistic children, a generation we revive.
They say we're different, maybe it's true,
but remove us now, just hurts you.
Autism is not a crime, not plague or sin,
Not a thing to throw, in the garbage bin.
We may be odd, but that's alright,
Our strange minds, are quite air-tight.
We block out noise, opinions and lies,
No matter how hard, the Enemy tries.
So go ahead, mock us now,
But don't complain, when house comes down.
Hydranoid, my friend, don't be sad,
Autism really, isn't bad.
Take my hand, you'll see,
It's really great, Autism be.
LamentWhy is it thatLament5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what we desire
we can never
within our grasp?
All I find
within my reach
is burning regret,
and it sets
my heart alight
with untold longing.
June 4th, 2010
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
Ninety-EightI want you here on my darkest nightsNinety-Eight2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
when razor blades can't scare the frights
and scars aren't enough to face my fears
haunting, taunting all of these years
I want you here on my brightest days
when sun shines dim under my rays
and our laughter comes in fits and starts
prancing, dancing never apart
I want you here for everything
The good and bad, the in between
FallingAtomic pulse dripping past my ears,Falling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sparked with reflected lightning.
The raindrops hit my skin
like shattering mirrors;
I fall faster than the rain.
Keep Living, JackKeep Living, Jack3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keep Living, Jack
To my dearest Jack.
I know you told me not to write, but you said those words in anger. I wanted to send one sooner, but things became complicated. I miss your smile, your eyes, the touch of your lips, having your arms around me. But most of all, I miss the sound of your voice. I wish I could hear it once more; it would be like serenity for my ears. I miss how we would just lay with each other in silence, knowing that neither of us had to speak to express our emotions. I loved how you knew what to say and do to make me smile, you always knew.
Remember when you left that trail of roses going from the front door to the bathtub? You were waiting for me in there, acting as if you were asleep, and when I came to look, you pulled me in. I laughed until tears came, and I kissed you until you knew how much it meant to me. That will always be my favorite moment of us.
I regret that our relationship took the road to ruin. Though it's only been a few years, it seems like it was
Dark AssumptionsDouble helixes in deserted panes,Dark Assumptions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never ending pathways dried up from
the faithfuls claims,
inklings of decay, reach their points,
in the coming of may, darkness
finalises its judgement.
Or so it seems,
Revised dates befall, yet again.
And new prophecies emerge,
as the shadows descend,
forgotten myths weave into our lives.
And new predictions become our
Live now or die forgotten,
following a greener rope,
one so minuscule you
can barely touch it,
but now given the chance
it's your only hope.
Follow its instructions to the end,
means forever spent.
KinderWhen no one listens,Kinder3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pen and paper are kinder
than knives, guns, and pills
2P!FACEXReader - Kidnapped (2)Her senses began to return to her as she heard the murmur of voices coming from in her immediate proximity. Her eyes finally fluttered open and were immediately closed after being met with a bright light, which didn't mix too well with her migraine. She fluttered her eyes open slowly again, helping somewhat. Her vision was still somewhat blurred, yet she could make out her face in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair a complete mess. Around her in the room was the furniture that looked as though it belonged to a little girl around 4 or 5 years old. The color schemes were bright and cheery, almost reflective of the man she met last night...2P!FACEXReader - Kidnapped (2)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Of course! It finally clicked in her brain why she looked this way and where she was. The FACE family had finally found her, and that must've been them standing outside the door chatting away. She could clearly make out the sound of the American and the Canadian bickering over something and the Brit trying to calm their swear words down.
2P!Hetalia - Arthur's CastleBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com2P!Hetalia - Arthur's Castle3 years ago in Humor More Like This
2P!Hetalia Arthur's Castle
The grandfather clock ticks ominously in the castle.
Two-hundred years of constant rewinding... it never once losing its charm.
It is a lonely place, isolated far from civilisation. An undisturbed haven for its only occupant.
The interior of the castle is what you would expect on the most-part.
Archaic. Medieval. Vast and cold.
Except for one room.
The kitchen to be precise.
You see... Arthur is not some kind of Lord or member of royalty.
Technically he is a nobody.
A nobody with a seriously deluded disposition, but who's judging?
And technically said Kirkland is not the "owner" of the castle, per sé.
No. Far from it.
He saw that it was unoccupied and decided to... well, adopt it. Live in it. Claim it as his own.
Who would be checking anyway?
Getting back on topic, the kitchen is the only room in the entire Medieval castle that Arthur has elected to live in. Not a grand bedroom, or
WantI'm getting used to Him now. It would be wrong to liken Him to a friend, because He's much better, but worse. It would be wrong to call Him a neighbor, because none of my neighbors stalk me, leave me tokens, watch me, 'prepare' me. Hm, yes, prepare is such a fitting word, implying the readying for food for a meal, but alternately the training of an... apprentice? No matter. I suppose I'll find out what it is He's doing sooner rather than later. The blank spots are beginning to fill in now. I get... flashes... of what happened while I was prepared. Every time I try to think of what I had been doing, that word comes to the foreground of my thoughts. I'm 'becoming', or rather--Want4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My keys drop and and I find my hand tracing the edge of my given face. At least His talking doesn't quite hurt anymore. It's more like a push now, but it is still draining and leaves me with the preemptive feeling of a headache coming on. Shaking my head, I pick up my keys and go into my apart
Riverbank DovesHer pale fingertips, lithe and limber, and born to dance across ivory and ebony, were intertwined with a red silk ribbon, dancing across the sky, and whispering to the clouds. She carried a white dove on that string with her, wings the color of frostbitten windowpanes. Walking, with bare soles across the eastern riverbank of wave kissed pebbles, she carried that small prospect of peace with her, wondering where home was if her heart had no place.Riverbank Doves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shore told her stories of other souls that had walked the same banks, tales that curved through history books and hourglasses. Her dove, the shade of the moon, sweeping it navy velvet overcoat over its shoulders, played in the long grass, crying for distant places and lost homes that only came to it in dreams. The girl learned to mimic the moans that the bird let out, so that her own sobs could be covered by the blanket of the bird's mournful songs.
Nighttime came for the pair, when the traffic slowed to only the rare streak of light in th
Mariposas de cenizaMariposas de ceniza3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Corría por las calles desiertas esquivando todos los obstáculos en su camino, levantaba la vista cada dos por tres para que no se escapara su objetivo, a veces reía, otras lloraba, pero no paraba de correr. Corrió hasta que se le olvidó por qué lo hacía y adónde se dirigía.
El cielo ennegreció más deprisa que de costumbre, a sus espaldas la ciudad ardía por completo, transformada en un infierno irrespirable.
La niña de ojos grises y pies descalzos se detuvo, alzó el rostro tiznado hacia la luna -eso que asomaba en el cielo rojizo como una moneda de plata a medio enterrar-, inclinó la cabeza y escuchó. Un gesto de comprensión horrorizada cruzó sus facciones como un relámpago, luego su mirada se endureció y retomó la carrera con rumbo fijo, hacia la espesura, donde no era bienvenida la civilización, desde allí algo la estaba llamando.
Las llamas devoraron los edificios con una minuciosidad morbosa, lenta, la mudez del espectáculo era interrum
Recovery -Sequel To Capgras-Does this remind you of anything?Recovery -Sequel To Capgras-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stared at the yellow gem in Shadows hand, waiting for something to click as he tugged at the plastic patient bracelet aimlessly.
He shook his head and sighed.
Nothing Its kinda pretty though
You had been trying to steal this so that you could beat me
Mephiles was trying to steal it He corrected wearily, shifting his leg a bit as he sat cross legged on the bed. Im not Mephiles Mephiles died in the accident
Hes in there somewhere Shadow set the gem on the bedside table next to a stuffed bear and tapped him lightly forehead, earning a swat on the hand. Hes there you just have to find him
I dont want to find him Mephiles said, shaking head and folding his arms across his chest, which had been covered by the gown he was wear
Equius defies the nude party▲: D --> State your name, species, and b100d colorEquius defies the nude party4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
▼: CONF3SS1ON T1M3.
▼: MY H34RT STOPS WH3N YOU LOOK 4T M3.
▲: D --> Oh, it is you, Pyrope.
▲: D --> ...
▲: D --> This is making me
▲: D --> Sweat
▼: H3H3, H3Y 3QU1US. TH4T W4S 4 M3SS4G3 FROM SOM3ON3 3LS3.
▼: NOT M3.
▲: D --> Was it the highb100d who has sent that message
▲: D --> If it is not I will not be pleased
▲: D --> ...
▲: D --> I do not take interest in such a rustb100d
▼: YOUR SUCH 4 L14R.
▲: D --> What
▼: YOU W3R3 H4V1NG SLOPPY M4K3OUTS W1TH 4 ROBOT TH4T LOOK3D L1K3 H3R.
▲: D --> Err
▼: 4ND W3R3 YOU T4LK1NG ABOUT G4MZ33?
▲: D --> Err...
▼: B3C4US3. H3H. H1S QU4DR4NT H4S B33N F1LL3D.
▲: D --> Wh-where is your proof
▲: D --> I demand proof
▲: D --> Now
▲: D --> Support your claims with evidence this instant Pyrope
▼: YOUR R3D FOR 4R4D14.
Anxious HeartAnxious Heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm the happiest I've ever been.
That's what I was told, from her lips.
I would stroke her hair back over her ear
And look into her eyes with an amorous grin.
You are the best boyfriend I have ever had.
A set of words greedily grabbed by my heart
And written on its eternal notepad.
I savor spending time with you.
I like the way you treat me.
I love the way we lay and hold each other.
I remember how annoyed you would get,
When another woman would make advancements.
I am glad that you wanted them to know,
That I was your's and you would be upset.
I reach over to what used to be your side of the bed,
Only to brush the air and realize that you are not there.
Now that the dark veil has come over my vision,
I ponder if your feelings were misread.
Don't ever let your love refrain.
I genuinely believed that, I truly did.
All my soul feels now is strain.
I am delighted that you do things for me.
You always say I am beautiful when I doubt it.
You mean it when you say I love you.