Poetry,Poetry,Poetry,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Toushiro x Karin Chapter 5Toushiro x Karin Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5 A suddenly date
Karin's Point of View, At School
"Hitsugaya-kun, there is still a seat free left of Kurosaki-san." Our Math teacher said and Toushiro went to sit left from me, when he sat the teacher started the lesson.
"Oi, Toushiro why the hell are you here?" I whispered carefully that nobody saw them whispering.
"Our head-captain(Taicho) told us that we shouldn't attract attention so I have to pretend to be a high school student and Matsumoto pretends to be my older sister." He whispered to me.
"I thought you said weren't a student." I teased him, but actually the high school uniform suits him pretty well.
"Shut up." He said annoyed and begin working on the homework our teacher had assigned us.
After Math we had 3 other classes before the lunch break and it seemed Toushiro was now already ranked at number One of the Hottest-Boys-List. The girls just couldn't stay away from him, so annoying.
I really had a stupid kind of feeling in my chest when thos
A PewDieCry Fanfic - PART ONEDISCLAIMER: I know that Cry is very happy with his career on YouTube but I just made it sad in the beginning cause it's kinda part of the story.A PewDieCry Fanfic - PART ONE2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was just another usual Tuesday night; alone, laying on my bed, looking at the celling while thinking about how my life was going nowhere. I knew this YouTube thing won't last long, I knew I wouldn't be internet famous. Even if I do become internet famous, people still won't take me seriously, I mean, what am I gonna tell people when they ask me what I do as a job? I can't just say 'Oh I play video games for a living.' I notice that my laptop's screen flashed and I see that it was a skype message from someone. I grunt and I crawl to my laptop to see who it was from, I smiled. It was a message from Felix, he was the only one who lit up my world and made me feel like my life had purpose. He was the one who made my fame grow bigger.
felixkjellberg: hi cry
ChaoticMonki: hey pewds
felixkjellberg: wacha doin?
Coconut MilkThere was no coffee cream in my fridge this morningCoconut Milk8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
only orange juice, water, and coconut milk?
Now I've never heard about a lactating coconut
and I have no idea where they hide their breasts
but my coffee was getting colder
every second I spent debating
so I just decided to use the coconut milk.
It was the worst decision I ever made,
worse than publishing of Fifty Shades of Grey!
A twilight fan fiction?
Seriously what is this?
I mean, I haven't actually read it,
but just the thought gives my pancreas an infection.
So why should you not put coconut milk in your coffee?
Because it is fucking delicious!
It isn't just an orgasm in your mouth,
it's an orgasm through your entire digestive tract
as it tap dances on your taste buds,
trips your tongue with twisters,
skis down your esophagus,
serenades your stomach,
and conducts orchestras when it exits
the orbit of Uranus!
Coconut milk will kill cancer!
It can clean oil spills by itself!
It's the hermaphrodite child of Lady Gaga and Einstein
tigers and wind chimescoffee smells like coming hometigers and wind chimes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but this time there is no home
only cheap, styrofoam cups
and a boy whose eyes do not
remind me of a supernova or
the tidal pull of the moon or
wind chimes in september.
They are not poetic;
they are tiger-sharp, jagged
razor wire promises inscribed on
a storm-cloud sky:
i will hurt you. i will destroy you.
and then i will leave you.
i tell him i am not afraid
and for the first time
i am not.
A PewDieCry Fanfic - PART FOURCry's POVA PewDieCry Fanfic - PART FOUR1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I was at the airport waiting for Felix to arrive. I waited outside where the cars and buses were parked. I drove a grey Toyota and it was parked right next to me. I was anxious and excited to meet him at the same time. Felix and I both had iPhones so we texted each other through an app called 'Kik' where it doesn't matter where in the world you are when you text.
I texted him, 'Meet me outside of the airport, exit A3.'
It wasn't until a few minutes later when he replied with, 'Ok, I just got of the plane, I'll be there.' followed by a smiling emoticon.
I waited for about 20 minutes and still no sign of him. I was getting worried if something happened to him, so I texted, 'Where are you? Is everything alright?'
He replied 'I'm right behind you.'
I got goosebumps, but the good kind of goosebumps. As I turn around I saw Felix's chestnut hair and hazel eyes, his furry goatee, and his warm, giant smile.
"Hey, Ryan!" he called out. That was the first time he ever said my real name.
Cutting Your WristCutting Your Wrist10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I really don't know the real reason on why I had to write this. The feelings that I was trying to get out of it. Maybe it is something else.
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanCloudless1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.
Life's too shortDo you think that immortals cry,Life's too short11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As they stand by and watch us all die?
Do they know what lies just ahead?
The morning next they always dread.
Do you think they cherish us?
Might they ponder such silly thoughts?
"A rose among all others is sweet,"
"Its title not matters, it is complete."
They probably are lonely.
Maybe they need a friend.
They try this.
But Death wins in the end.
You're saving them from
What's yet to come
In the end of days.
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
Gowadera x YabamotoGowadera x Yabamoto4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gowadera x Yabamoto, sayd lurv storie
Teh sun wusnt shyning so et was a vuary sad dey. Yabamoto Tukekashi was smieling enywaysd cuz he hed his lurv Gowadera Hayoya hoo was sleeoiping en his lep. But sumting was boithering him.
"Hoyayo!!", Takushi hsakes Hatayo awayk.
"Wuht is et? I wus heving may breuatey rast!", Hoyoya whespared lawdly.
Tasheku wus smayling cos he thinked tath he wus bruasetifol aineywey.
"I wes jost thinkain we shud spaiz up our realautationchip."
Hotoya thinkt deir ralationonship wus alredey spaizey enav butt he egred too lizzen to his lurver.
"Der iz yust one proplam... I maight be preggars... fruwm a beisboll", seyd Tukushaki to Hotayo and Hioyota fround.
"YU WANT ME TOO DO AROTIC THINKS TO JOO EVAN THO YUR PREYGARS?!", yalled teh selvar heyred teen, cuz he found tihs inaproipiaet and vent hayking in teh parc.
intersectionMy father's hair is gray now.intersection2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not sure if it was the elevator
or that realization that caused
the lurch in my belly.
There's a little plastic container
on the bathroom counter, housing
blue, yellow, beige pills, designed
to slow the body's inevitable breakdown.
There are lines around my father's eyes now -
I feel his loneliness echoed in my chest,
in the mirror as I prepare for bed.
A blurry, half-remembered moment,
smudged with time, of sitting on his strong
shoulders, laughing in the sun,
so sure that he would always be able
to hold me up to touch the sky.
We live this half-baked life now,
circling each other, moments intersecting,
brief, our real lives hours away, with our
other families, and his silver hair,
little pills, sad eyes make me terrified
that we missed our chance, started
too late, and I will never be
daddy's little girl again.
Spirited Away 2.Chapter / Part ISpirited Away 2.7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her eyes ventured back...but she didn't. She couldn't look back. Not yet.
But-- She would miss him.
As she got into the blue car it was filled with dust, leaves, and undergrowth. Her parents did not understand. It had been such a long period of time since they had been in their car. "Yes, must be. But what a heartless joke," her mother said. But Chihiro just took a deep breath through her nostrils, sighing. "What's wrong, Chihiro?" her father asked in his gruff voice. "Nothing," she replied. "You still can't get over moving?" asked her mother sweetly. "Of course not," she replied, still a bit dazed by the happenings. She gingerly touched the hair-band made by her friends. Granny, No-face....all of them. But especially Haku. "Haku..." she whispered, not audible for one of her parents to hear.
The car came to a halt in front of a blue house with nice white trim. "Isn't it lovely?" asked Chihiro's mother, Yuuko. "It's a fine home," said the father. "What do you th
Violin WristDays go by as I play this songViolin Wrist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing this sad song in my heart
tears of blood pout from my wrist
I play my wrist like a violin
stroke this sad song back and forth across my wrist
sound track to slit your wrists to
tears drip and dry
but this sad song will never stop playing
play til the bow breaks
play til the end of time
this sad song lives and never stops
playing my wrist like a violin back and forth
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
Whirlwind in the BloodWhirlwind in the Blood8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She takes her shots not cos it takes her pain away
She's learned to live with her pain
Counting upon fallen beliefs, briefly kicking up reliefs
She never falls apart drags herself down
Counting on your heavy heart
A circle dissolves the square
Cos she never fell together
Not what you thought it would be
Rage and poison
Whirlwind in the blood
Bloody battles, scarred people, injured animals - dripping blood
Before and after.
I saw in your eyes that you hate the world
Hearing the day uprising, coming never too near
Fear creeps up on you sending you home
Distant noises large shadows, don't go near strangers
For me though its been kinda like a friend you can't shake off
A friend you can't runaway from the kinda friend your parents dislike
The kind of friend that pushes the world aside for you and uplifts you briefly
Walks you into fire then leaves you in trouble
A whirlwind of sweet venom, passion and apprehension
Not half as much as what you looked upto him too be
Rage and poison a whirlwi
If you come closerIf you come closer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked trees and the green grass.
You're everything to me,love.
My eyes' shine and heart's beat.
I'm addicted to your touch.
Don't leave-My tears beg.
Your fingers are locked between mine.
Tik-Tok,you're here now,holding me.
It's us against the time.
Reason for EarthquakesThe fear of him & his boisterous form has left us, her children unfeeling of her woes.Reason for Earthquakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear that?
Can you see that? Feel that?
We, her clumsy fearful children, scamper to hide under table tops & sturdy study desks.
Her veins are popping;
It can clearly be seen on the outlines of her face
In her wrath, she engulfs the city in its entirety.
We, her children, plead with her for mercy but her anger has already taken her over the edge &
She only comes to after irreparable damage is done.
Only then will her anger be appeased & then
followed by absolute distress,
She wells up in tears & her children are drenched in her sorrow.
She is but a shell of the woman she used to be-
Her garden of roses & spirit of lilies
Have long been paved over by concrete men of steel minds.
She is a battered wife & an unappreciated mother.
She is our tend
Come Home: A PantoumYou'll always come back to meCome Home: A Pantoum2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when the lights in the far hills
are done searching. For, new beds
entice adventurers. Too,
when the lights in the far hills
come home, the homespun dream they
entice adventurers too,
but they can't. (Dream we're neither.
Come home.) The homespun dream they
turn pioneers to homebodies,
but they can't dream we're neither,
our wanderlust fit to turn
pioneers to homebodies.
We've always made love free, so
our wanderlust fit. To
turn ourselves towards our home
we've always made love. Free. So
when the last adventurers
turn themselves toward their homes
in faraway lands, I know,
when the last adventurers
are done searching for new beds
in faraway lands, I know
you'll always come back to me.
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,DFC 3: The Plague7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.