.:Sorry, my friend:..:Sorry, my friend:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Извини что я нарушила свое обещание,
Извини что я оставила тебя одной.
Не услышать тебе мое мурчание,
Пока. Мы весело провели время,
Но оно оказалось негодной.
А сейчас, се
Fairy tale.В той старой-старой сказке,Fairy tale.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Что слышал вечерами,
Луна воюет с Солнцем,
А звезды с облаками
Танцуют вальс бессмертный,
И кружат вихрь могучий
SheShe3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Она. Это слово, ради которого можно жить, и в целом больше ничего и не требуется.
Я стоял, слегка упёршись о скамейку, друг что-то увлеченно рассказывал, но я ничего не видел,
Babykyubi's Zerudo species and subspecies Venom Zerudo-openBabykyubi's Zerudo species and subspecies9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Venom Zerudo are quite aggressive and largeer than the average wild Zerudo. They can generate venom from glands under their eyes which is highly potent and lethal, they are as
such immune to poisons and toxins. their fangs are coated in their venom and are constantly drooling it. the claws of this type can also poison enemies. since their venom is a treasured resource, they usually only bite if provoked or when hunting prey. some are known to spit their venom at their targets. if the venom comes in contact with the eyes, it will cause extreme pain and blindness. the only known treatment is by taking a shot called Venocine. it only neutralizes the venom temporarily to prevent it from spreading to the vital organs.
Can be any shade of blue or purple with black and/or grey.
Leading clan: none at the moment
Glacier Zerudo are a growing species of Zerudo. they live in the chilly regions of the
world and rarely
White wolf, White flowerHe stops to listen intently to the earthWhite wolf, White flower7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
it tells him the purpose of his birth.
A story so long and sad
when it’s over, you’ll be glad.
He pricks his ears, the wind shifts
he hears a voice that drifts.
A lunar flower is his search
Cheza, more beautiful than the trees of birch.
Arctic wolf, Lunar flower
the clock strikes 12 at the tower.
City so polluted, city so dark
how he longs for the sound of a harp.
Search for Paradise they will seek
or will it all turn in vain while we weep?
Endless deaths awaken the agony of sorrow
the pain, the losses, the tears never ending until tomorrow.
A cloud once white now stained with red
every dream you once had read.
Weep we shall, but the story continues on
for a heartfelt story never loses its bond.
Strong and brave the wolf will be
the lunar flower helps him see.
The light the dark, never matters now
only question to get to Paradise is how.
Maybe one day when the tale is told
it can take a new hold.
If tears could write a storyIf tears could write a story3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with m
Ear phones are Loudly C:Ear phones are Loudly C:3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
кто-то сегодня заплакал в метро.
стоило только отъехать вагону,
как всех закачало, и всех затрясло,
и кто-то взывать начал к богу, к закону.
что же за рев стоит, что же за гул?
The Cat BossI know he lurks;The Cat Boss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alert eyes behind the sofa
Suddenly a paw torturing
these feet, yanking at
Crawling the pond edge
musing perhaps how cold
it might be, the creature
Pats delicate yet
Springs back in terror;
He won't be soaked today.
Stolen comfort, he
Places himself in prime
Spot- my chair
my chair. Only
the shake shake of biscuits
allow his ginger tail to bob
into the kitchen
Begrudgingly, he plants
his purr-box up against
my side. The gentle scratch
behind his ear reminds
us both, he's always
.: Airea Keairax :.Name: Airea Keairax.: Airea Keairax :.1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Nicknames: Air, Rea, Ria, Keai
Birthday: October 31st
Personality: Airea is the complete opposite of her sister, loud, not shy at all, very outgoing. She always greets everyone she meets, trusting them almost instantly. She is almost too trustworthly sometimes. She is very happy all the time and loves to be around her sister. She likes to believe that everyone does no bad things. She is very open with people and loves to talk.
Takes very good care of her sister
Doesn't cause trouble
Is always nice to everyone she meets
Learns at least one thing a day
Waking up at Dawn.
Trusting people too easily
Falling asleep as soon as dusk falls.
Doesn't sleep without her sister with her
Likes everyone she meets
Having her hair played with
[Bullet; Blue] Her sister
Have you ever felt like you're rotting?Take a look at your hands.Have you ever felt like you're rotting?2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Look at them.
Feel every inch of your body. Feel your skin. Touch your mind. I need you to examine your being, thoroughly. Do you have a rot within you?
Well I have. And I can't get rid of it.
I'm losing track. Rotting, inside out. I'm knee- deep in filth. And I've had enough of it. I've had enough piss. I've had enough of not caring. And caring in vain. And hoping for something that is so distant it may never ever come.
This is a rot of the heart.
I certainly hope not, but do you know what I'm experiencing? You do?
I don't know about your symptoms, but I can't function properly. I'm empty, because my heart is being eaten. You see, I can't help but to disgust myself, apathetically staring at what used to be my sense of self. It's a mental corruption. I'm spitting ink every time I open my mouth, teeth and tongue bathe in it. Whenever this happens I crawl into a little ball and cry in pain as I feel my gold turn into compost. It yields a disgusting, numb
Bleach OC Sheet: NemesisName: Nemesis SturmgeiruBleach OC Sheet: Nemesis1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Class: Rogue Arrancar, Espada*
Numeros Rank: None
Espada Rank: None*
Tattoo Location: On the palm of his left hand
Weight: 163 lbs.
Mask Fragment: choker like bone piece that covers neck.
Aspect Of Death: Fear
Nemesis is Monty's twin, so he looks very similar in facial features and body type. Nemesis takes on a far more disturbing form, however, when he changed into an Arrancar from a Hollow. He is as tall as Monty, and slightly more muscled than he is. He has long unkempt black hair that reach down to his waist, and black and silver eyes, like Monty's. His Hollow hole is located in the same area as Monty's, being in the center of his solar plexus. His mask fragment takes the form of a white choker like piece that covers his entire neck. But what vastly differs from Monty's appearance, ho
Ramblings: Rebellion What is good? It is that of which the herd collectively approves. What is evil? It is all that is collectively disapproved. What is rebellion? It is the act of rejecting the herd's collective approval in favour of defining one's identity independently. But what if rebellion is approved by the collective? It then becomes an empty aesthetic. The cry of'revolution' bears a hollow ring when it is uttered by the mainstream. When everyone is a rebel, no one is really rebelling against anything.Ramblings: Rebellion1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
Guardians of the futureIn the night,Guardians of the future3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the moon rises in the sky,
He will rise,
Above the rest.
He is silent,
Barely stirring the air as he moves,
Not making a sound,
Not alerting a soul of his presence.
The moon shines upon his feathers,
Making them gleam like stars,
The moon reflects off of his eyes,
Making them sparkle like black pearls embedded in his skull.
He still remains unseen,
He is the only one who knows,
That he is even there.
He scans the ground,
For the slightest sound.
For he is a hunter,
Awaiting his vicitm,
To become dinner,
For his dear little hatchlings.
A mouse comes along,
Unknowing of the danger that awaits,
The whole forest is filled,
Filled with sound,
The sound of a desprate mouse.
Who has fallen victim,
To the hunter,
Who promises his mate a meal,
For their little ones.
As he returns to his hollow,
Pride swells inside of him,
He listens to the happy sound of his offspring.
He swoops into the hollow,
Another Day Another TimeWe cry out but no voice is heard.Another Day Another Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a silent plea that is always ignored.
We hide ourselves away with our own grief.
As we cannot decide which is hell or which is life.
The next day comes as do all the rest.
It is just another day.
Another time closer to death.
.:Those Thoughts:.I’m lying here on the ground.:Those Thoughts:.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices, thoughts, in my head
Creating too much sound.
No, these conversations just weren’t real
No, I cannot feel
Why can’t I just comply
To what the voices try
To tell me to do?
There is no confidence
Sure, I’m arrogant
But not within this state of mind.
Confusing, illusionary, disorder of the mind
I don’t believe I’m kind
Just sick in the head.
Voices, why don’t you cease
And just leave me here in peace
But you whisper what is true
What no one wants to hear.
I’m lying here on the ground
The voices causing too much sound
In this accursed mind
Wolf shall cryAs he's forgotten,Wolf shall cry2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you can see in his eyes,
this life was a burden,
this pain will soon subside.
He sits all alone and he's shadowed by rain.
although he is silent his heart is still sane.
But no one will listen so wolf shall cry,
and as the morning comes alone he shall lie.
Life EscapeLife Escape6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The world around me is falling,
The walls of life are- crumbling
and i'm just left here!
So tell me-
Where can i go?
To look for in tommorow!
I feel so lost-
Please find me.
Where am I?
Supposed to be?
I'll run forever,
Wanna get away.
So which way is the
Somethings not right-
Please help me.
It seems that me and life-
Don't really Agree!!!
I'm trapped in the deep end of this stupid world!
Don't think i'm getting out soon,
So now what do i do?
Please tell me-
Where do i go?
I Got nothing
To look for in tommorow!
I'm just- feeling so lost-
Please find me.
Where am I?
Supposed to be?
I'd run forever,
Just to get away.
So which way is my
Now when i'm feeling so lost,
And i gotta get away,
I know just where to go-
I got the perfect place.
Where i can put life on hold,
And do things my own way,
There's somewhere i know,
My Secret- Life Escape.
Soaring through the
A Momentous OccasionAsali paced nervously just outside of the Village. It was the day of her ceremony, and all the time she had been preparing seemed like it amounted to nothing. She didn't deserve to be a Hunter, she should be cast out with the knowledge of the decision that weighed heavily on her mind. Her stomach rumbled quietly, but she ignored it. The tawny cheetah hadn't been eating properly since the flood wiped out the only source of water on the island. She fed the Tribe before herself, and even then picked the smallest or gangliest of carcasses to eat. Her bones were showing very clearly beneath her pelt. Despite her poor health, she had groomed her fur thoroughly, on today of all days, until it shined in the sunlight. With a sigh, Asali moved towards the Chief. Worry gnawed at the back of her mind. What if he didn't accept her decision? "Kafil," she started. "I need to speak with you."A Momentous Occasion5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kafil himself was busy among the throngs of cheetah, passing out what little remained of their prey. Since the
LooLa's 100 Themes List1) BeginningLooLa's 100 Themes List3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
7) The First Time
9) Growing Up
13) Sea Glass
15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet
17) Six Feet Under
21) Creative Visualization
22) New Growth
23) Flash Flood
25) Where No Man Has Gone Before
27) Over the Moon
28) Thin Ice
34) Night Light
43) Pearly Gates
48) Out of the Blue
49) Home Stretch
52) Time Travel
54) Treasure Map
57) Twenty-Four Hours
58) Abandon Ship
65) City Lights
70) Golden Years
HopeHope2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes there’s a girl on the corner of the street
waiting for the day when her life would be complete.
Crying her heart out for the ones she loves most
while all the other people have everything to boast.
She struggles with pains, she struggles with herself
is there anyone you can think to care besides yourself?
Hope is gone her fears are strong
the struggling days go on and on.
She prays at night and hopes for light
and all of a sudden everything’s bright.
He comes and holds her tight in his arms
her breathing, heart, and mind He calms.
Yes there’s a girl on the corner of the street
no longer waiting for her life to be complete.
Praying at night for the ones she loves most
while all other people have nothing but ghosts.
She is happy and free, she loves herself
is there any happier day you can think of yourself?