Poetry,Poetry,Poetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Toushiro x Karin Chapter 5Toushiro x Karin Chapter 54 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
Gaara and You Part 1Gaara and You Part 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a nice sunny day in the sand village. You were playing kick ball with some kids. You kicked the ball and it goes over to a boy with red hair who is on the swing. The boy picks up the ball and was walking toward you and the others kids. A girl yells out "run!" They all start to run and you just stand there. He walks to you and gives you the ball. "Here is your bal." said the red head boyl with a sad face. "Thank you...um. what is your name?" you say smiling at him. "My name is Gaara" Says the boy smiling at you. You Giggle and say "My name is Michiko. Nice to meet you Garra." You Both look at each other smiling. You play with Gaara until it is time for him to go home. Gaara leaves and you are alone. You walk over to a swing and start swing slowly with yeah head hanging down.
Then you see a shadow figure. You look up and its Gaara. You smile at him warmly. He walks over to you and asks "why are you out by yourself?" you look down to the ground and reply "I have no home.
A PewDieCry Fanfic - PART FOURCry's POVA PewDieCry Fanfic - PART FOUR2 years 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.
Frozen Yoghurt .:7:. Part IFrozen Yoghurt .:7:. Part I5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. This is merely a fanfic by yours truly.
It didn't take Kakashi longer than 2 seconds to get a firm grip on reality and twist his lazy posture into place.
"Wait, Kakashi-san, they're not allowing visitors yet!!" Izumo called after him, but Kakashi didn't really care what the Chuunin had to say. His whole world was vibed and sprung into panic. His mind was one big swirl of confusion, frustration and even anger. Anger directed toward himself. How could he let something like this happen?! Why wasn't he there?! And then the most hurtful question of all; did he just break his promise?
"God fucking damnit!" he cursed under his breath, disappearing and reappearing in and out of sight, trying to move faster than his legs or jutsu could take him. Half a minute later he was barging up the stairs in Konoha's hospital, knowing for a fact that he couldn't bare to take the elevator. Just standing around waiting
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?
A Moment Alone. a Xena fanficA Moment AloneA Moment Alone. a Xena fanfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess or it's characters.
Subtext: Nothing more than two consenting adult women kissing. (Passionately ;D)
Summary: Xena and Gabrielle share what they believe to be a moment alone.
Xena and Gabrielle laid in the shade of a large, flowering tree near a small lake. The evening sun was mild - a sign that meant spring had begun. The heroes hardly had a moment's peace for the past few months, between the countless battles and the freezing temperatures of the harsh winter.
Gabrielle looked over at her partner. "Xena?"
"Hmmm?" the older woman said lazily, not opening her eyes.
"Before either of us--," she paused at the word. Death was a word that had brought unimaginable pain for the two throughout their lives together. The thought of losing e
Coconut MilkThere was no coffee cream in my fridge this morningCoconut Milk1 year 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
Once upon a tragedyOnce upon a tragedy2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Once upon a time I wanted to die
I would hide in my room and cry and cry
No one ever noticed and no one would ask
And if they ever did I would put on a mask
It started a few years back when they got a divorce
My parents did split with both yelling and force
I was left alone and told to go play
But how could I lie and tell them okay
I was only a child, but not anymore
The year I was four is no more
Now I am considered a beautiful young lady
But looking in the mirror I no longer see Katie
What I see is the scars left behind
From a girl once little, perfect, and kind
I fight with myself every single day
I cannot win, and my body’s gone astray
When did I start cutting? I said I never will
When did I start cursing? Or start popping pills?
I must have stopped eating or something else is wrong
Dear God please can you help me, where do I belong?
My ribs jut from my waist
And is that blood I taste?
How do they not notice? Why do they look away?
Why do I always smile and tell them I’
Religion vs SpritualityI've been asked this question many times, and it frustrates me how peopleReligion vs Sprituality4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
don't see the difference between religion and a spiritual relationship with
So, I decided to come up with this:
John: Hey, I heard you accepted this Jesus guy into your life, haha! is this true
Daniel: Yup! Not gonna lie man! It was the best decision I've ever made!
John: Wow... So you're Religious now? wow man, just wow....
Daniel: Actually no, I'm not religious at all.
John: Wait, what? didn't you just say you accepted Jesus in your life man?
Daniel: Yes, but that's no religion, I have a spiritual relationship with him. and
God as well!
John: I don't understand man, isn't that Religion?
Daniel: Nope, not at all.
John: ok man, you're gonna have to explain the differences to me 'cause I see
Daniel: Easy, Being religious is doing the same thing over and over again,
expecting the same results. While, a spiritual relationship with God is when
you love him with all your heart and when you act
Life's too shortDo you think that immortals cry,Life's too short2 years 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.
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
tigers and wind chimescoffee smells like coming hometigers and wind chimes1 year 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.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanCloudless2 years 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.
The Coffeehouse [Short Story]Right in the centre of town, between the railway station and the natural history museum, is where you’ll find Henry’s – the grey and brown coffeehouse where all children brought up within a 10 block radius had once come to squander their pocket money on chocolate éclairs after school.The Coffeehouse [Short Story]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Housed inside the shell of what was once a grand theatre, Henry’s had been operating at that address since before the war, outliving all the modern cafes that had long since came and went.
It was a place of warmth, in both the physical and the atmospheric sense. The team of 4 women, of varying ages, that served each and every day were always friendly to everyone - everyone that didn’t suggest ‘fixing the place up’ that is.
“We’re NOT for having change,” they’d snap at poor passersby that didn’t know any better “It would distress the regulars”. And that it would, all 6 of them.
Each day 5 retired service
Violin WristDays go by as I play this songViolin Wrist8 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
NxTouko: FrustrationsGUIS THIS IS A ONESHOT.NxTouko: Frustrations4 years ago in Romance More Like This
NOT PART OF 624DAYSANDCOUNTING
He turned over in the bed carefully, as to not wake her up. N stretched his body upwards, looking over her shoulder towards the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read eight twenty eight a.m.
Sighing, he snaked his arm under the pillow and laid back down. To him and her, that was extremely early. They usually didn't wake up until at least ten, and even then, they'd lie in the bed for another half hour before getting up.
That half hour or so was one of his favorite parts of his day with her. Just lying down with her was enough to make him blissful, but that wasn't the whole thing. The mornings were the rare instances where Touko wasn't being smart and witty. He enjoyed watching her as she pulled confused expressions and struggled to make up a decent thought.
He smiled softly as he stared at her face. This was also a good part of his morning. If he watched her during the day, she'd get annoyed and flustered and leav
Cutting Your WristCutting Your Wrist11 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.
Hugs and KissesHugs and Kisses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the remaining twilight that is left,
The earth keeps spinning me away from you.
Seems I know just what to say
Too bring the rain clouds.
Seems I know just what to do
Too feel cold.
Long gone are the days,
When my pain could be kissed away.
This is a dream poem disorientated,
Too shy too pickup a girl,
Too sad too scream.
Too slow too run away,
Too sick too work
And too stupid too interpret silent roars.
This is a dream invaded by an army of nightmares,
It's much to much.
I'm in a state of chaos I can't describe
Thousands of hugs and kisses deep,
I'm in as deep as a divorce.
Deeper still than love and deaths
I'm in as deep as a fight,
Deeper still than a mass grave.
I'm in as deep as all of these wounds put together
And deeper still are my screams.
More and more I sink deeper,
Just like before my world was abused.
Gone are the days when a kiss or a hug could repair my little world,
Never been kissed once like it since.