Jack o'lanternJack o'lantern3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
Dancing PigDancing PigDancing Pig5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Digital Circe
(woman to pig transformation)
Story warning: nudity, humiliation, religious themes
Circe had been vacationing in the United States for a few weeks, enjoying her annual sojourn away from her island kingdom in Aeaea. She had been growing steadily more impressed with the human world over the past century or so, as their technological accomplishments had begun to rival the finest achievements of her magical peers. In her opinion, most of those like her deities missed out by not keeping current with what the mortals could do, could achieve. It was exhilarating, after a fashion like watching a child grow up.
She had been shopping for groceries, and decided to enjoy a longer-than-necessary walk home. Music seemed to pound out of every other apartment window, car stereo, and personal iPod. When people had still believed in her as a goddess, such a diversity of music was unknown.
I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU Ludwig sat in his room and sighed, hugging his knees to his chest. Why did he feel so weird when Feliciano hugged him that day? It was no different than the other days. His adoptive parents didn't seem to notice, Ivan was petting Gilbert's hair, asking for more children, which earned a blush and punch in the arm. Ludwig didn't call them 'dad' and 'dad', or 'daddy' and 'dad', or 'papa' and 'dad' etc, but 'dad and mom', much to Gilbert's dismay. Mainly because Gilbert was much like a mother, always there when needed while Ivan usually worked. Ludwig was homeschooled until his thirteenth birthday, where he begged to go to school so he could see his friends more. Gilbert agreed. Ludwig sighed and hugged his knees to his chest tighter. He couldn't be...gay, right? So many people at his school said mean things about his parents. Mainly his mother, they were too scared of his father.I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once his father had to talk to one of Ludwig's former-friends, because the
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
Old DogOld Dog waits,Old Dog8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her head on her paws,
The teeth are long gone,
From her gummy old jaws.
Her legs don't quite work,
She can no longer play,
She'd go fetch the ball,
She liked it that way.
When the car rolls up
She rolls to her feet,
She limps to her owner,
Her tongue set to greet.
She'd love to jump up
And lick his old face,
But he walks down the pathway
And Old Dog can't keep pace.
He's brought something home,
Something loud and quick,
Something furry and yappy,
And it's chasing a stick.
Old Dog runs after,
To fetch the small twig,
But she falls on her rump,
In a sideways jig.
She's tired and stiff,
Her legs are quite sore,
The owner gives her a pat,
But she still wants more.
Old Dog gets up,
She's back on her feet,
Up to her owner,
Walking in a ragged beat.
He picks her up
She's sat in the car,
She's been here before,
But the memory seems far.
He ties up the puppy,
Such a yappy young chap,
Then he gets in the car
And gives Old Dog a pat.
They drive for a while,
Old Dog and friend,
LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 3LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once agai
Carolyn"I've never felt more alone in the world. Sure I have my band mates and friends but I still feel alone, like no one loves me or even cares. The screams of the fans do nothing to make me feel truly loved" I read the page out of the little black diary Andy keep up in his bunk.Carolyn5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THOSE TIMES IN LIFE WE LEARN TO TRY, WITH ONE INTENTION
I hated to see him so upset. He didn't know how many times I laid awake at night listening to his muffled cries from the bunk above. Jinxx, CC, and Jake all tuned him out with ear phones or just didn't pay any mind to it. No one could blame Andy for being UNDER dramatic. Yet, still I knew that these cries weren't for cheap attention they were real.
OF LEARNING HOW AND WHEN WE'LL DIE, BUT WE CAN'T LISTEN
I have those feelings too, homesick. We all do. Sure on tour it's tough you miss your friends and family, and your own bed. But hey, it's the rock star life. I could tell the smile he wore everyday was fake. It only takes one false smile to hide a million tears
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,Ode to Bras3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.
Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.
Yoga Pants TGYoga Pants TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
My friends and I walked home from school after yet another day of being pushed around by the popular students. All three of us hated admitting it but we were losers and everyday we suffered because of it.
"Why do people do this?" asked David as we walked down the street.
"It's just the way of life," responded Nathan, "it happens in every school."
"Yeah but why? I just don't understand."
"Who cares?" I said, "The fact is that we are unpopular and there is nothing we can do about it."
We continued walking until David noticed something new along our route. "What's that shop over there, I don't think I've ever seen that before."
"Me neither, " Nathan and I replied in unison.
All three of us crossed the road and entered this new place.
As I walked in the place immediately felt weird to me, as if there was some strange presense filling the room. We started to look around, seeing what kind of stuff this place had. For a new shop we had never seen before it had a pretty thick sheet of dust all
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
Normal PillsNormal Pills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
DualityI can run.Duality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll find you.
I can hide.
I'm inside you.
I can forget.
I'll remind you.
I can erase.
It is permanent.
I can deny it.
I'll reveal the truth.
I'll wait it out.
It'll last forever.
I can't run.
You are trapped.
I walk aloneI walk alone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I really wanted was more.
More of you,
not that cheap whore.
What are you thinking now,
as I tell you I know,
and you wrinkle your brow?
I may not be cupid
or a fortuneteller,
But i know you're playing stupid.
You think a little innocent lie can help you here,
you think the end surely isn't near.
I'll tell you once more,
I've found out you're nothing but a whore.
Where is he?
The one to hold me close,
the one my family approves,
the one I'm not emberassed to talk about?
He's surely not in you.
You're surely not mature.
My footsteps are alone,
one after another, after another, after another.
No support, but I don't need it.
I was raised strong.
I was raised to stand on my own two feet,
not to be babied by some ugly prostitute like you.
You only wanted one thing,
And you knew I wouldn't give it to you.
And so, I walk alone.