HelHELHel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken armor,
Hailing her Cimmerian name, at last lifting the valiant Hammer.
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,Judgment3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You observe the likeness of unknown features,
Condemning, curving your mouth with disdain
For the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.
The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,
Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to find
Utter compliance you seek,
Yet of vain dejection you only reek.
The enmity that guides your every line
Is but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.
Depart from the ignorance that compels you,
Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
HollowI'm hollowed to the marrowHollow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excruciating moroseness.
Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow
ImmortalImmortalImmortal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming,
Day after day, night after night.
Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being,
Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight.
Longing for an ending to this perpetual state,
Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality,
Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith,
The answer to this never-ending tragedy.
Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee.
Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways.
For so long, the torment, the agony.
Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray.
My sorrowful mind knows no rest,
A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souvenirs.
With this curse I once believed I was blessed,
Until my heart desired no more than the soft sting of a spear.
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,Fighter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.
The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,
The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,
The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.
My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,
My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.
I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,
I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore,
The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.
And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.
For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.
And for those who kept on denying me the sword,
Hear me roar and defy your mockery
For I am the Fighter you created between your perverted palms.
I amI am not the sun nor the stars,I am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.
RemembranceRemembranceRemembrance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time,
A time where my thoughts were flowing,
Dripping in a river of dreams,
As clear as the water,
As vivacious as the torrent.
A time when my smiles were true,
Unbroken by words of sorrows,
Bright and warm as a living light.
I've lived in times were men would sing,
An harmony of hopes,
A symphony of life.
They made promises that soon went blank,
And my smiles perished with them,
Laughter covered by a ravaging anguish.
But the dreams, I've seen them from afar,
Therefore I will keep running,
Before this time goes by.
Poem For My Twin SisterPoem For My Twin Sister3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can feel our hearts beat
inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb
and rests her hands on the shape of us,
lays her head down -
down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form,
to draw breath, to be born.
I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you
lying silent beside me
our hands pressed –
crossed lifelines tangling
palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere
in the shape of our lips,
untouched in our fragile
(we have the same fingerprints).
We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark
connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts.
In this hushed world, we are an echo, snowflakes mirrored
off the walls of skeleton key bones.
Two shapes unborn, but already I know you through and through.
And I wonder, just
if you’re the ghost of me
or I’m the ghost of you
SxN: Love At First Kiss Ch.1WARNING: The following fanfiction contains boy x boy. If you don't like it then please go else where. If you do like it then please enjoy.SxN: Love At First Kiss Ch.16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All character are copyrighted to their rightful owner; Masashi Kishimoto.
How could have this happened. One minute I'm in a fight with my best friend and next I'm pinned against the wall. Those dark eyes of his staring directly into my watery blue ones. His face moving closer and closer as I held my breath. I could not move nor talk. Finally our lips then met. This was wrong. We are both males. So why...? Why was I liking this feeling?
School started like it did every day at Konoah boarding school. The girls always drooling over the most popular boy in class; Sasuke Uchiha. Every other boy including myself always left jealous or envious of his girl catching skill. For some reason though, even with the massive amount of girls after him, Sasuke never once dated any of them. I asked him about it once before at lunch and he came back w
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Flieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translationFlieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly german flag fly!
Soldier my friend, prepare your steps comrade!
Step under the guns!
So everybody has to go along, comrade
to honour our fatherland
To the peace serves the grey uniform
and not to the war of pain
We are bringing fourth a new era
in our young hearts
I: Hoist the flag high!, March!
Go ahead the leader leads!
With our flag the battle will be ours
Fly German flag, fly!:I
Soldier Friend, pack up Comrade
Take hoes and spades
We dont know any tranquillity, comrade
Therefore we are soldiers
Standing from frontier to frontier
Is an army of young farm lads
What we pluged away and sowed
(that) should overlast us
Hoist the flag! ......I: :I
Soldier my friend you know it Comrade
We have sworn an oath to this land
Together we carry its spirit, comrade
The one that left us so long ago
Our column is what braces
The Reich´s strength and defense
We are its spirit, we are its song
And its holy honor
Hoist the flag high ... I: :I
Matt asks Mello answers CH.2Matt asks Mello answers CH.27 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Matt smirked slightly "When you were going to do things like that to me..." Matt ran a finger down the blonds flushed cheek. Mello looked at him with a glare and pushed him off. "What the fuck are you talking about?I only did it because I was showing you what L did to me...." He looked to the side angered at what his best friend had said.Matt smiled "O c'mon mello,I know that you were just using that as an excuse to get in my pants" The blond glared at him again "your unbelievable matty! No...I didn't just want to get in your pants!L did all of that to me...." Mello's head filled with all kinds of horrible thoughts. "He even did MORE....But since you said that im not going to show you!" He smirked and the red head glared with a pout. "Mel! thats harsh! c'mon! I can make it up to you!" "I doubt it..." Mello said as he began walking out.Mello could feel the stare on his ass until it was out of matt's sight.He walked to the main room looking around. Of course near was there but the albino
Tobi X Dei - Is Having a Weakness -Disclaimer: I do not own.Tobi X Dei - Is Having a Weakness -4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: Some gore
This was beta'd by JJKMagic
*Sigh* Crappy title and summary
Note Inspired by Shippuden episode 208. If you haven't seen episode 208 and up then - *Spoiler*
~ Is Having a Weakness Really Such a Bad Thing?
Tobi hummed in satisfaction as the last leaf nin was taken care of and turned to look over the edge of the tall pillar he was standing on. His eye narrowed down in hate at the brown haired male who was just about finished with his preparation for facing him.
Stepping forward a pace he stated with conviction, "You are no match for me."
"Perhaps but everyone has a weakness," a man in at least his fifties uttered quietly, with certainty.
"Oh? Referring to yourself?" Tobi chirped but still in his dark, velvety voice as he kept his senses on high alert. Danzo was a crafty, sneaky, manipulative man.
Danzo dropped his arms to his sides as he tilted his head upwards farther but kept his un-bandaged eye closed and murmured just as
Magi x Reader A Thousand Lights Thousands of lights lit the streets that night, they covered the streets with an alluring atmosphere. All the dancers where scrambling around with somewhat of an order amidst the chaos. Today was the festival, and the troop was to perform in Sindria, a great honor as much as a great pain. All the travelers from Sindria returned with a dazed look and thousands of praise for the scantily clad dancers that Sindria proudly presented. As all the preparations for that night's performance slowly finished the leader of the troupe, one of the oldest dancers eyed each girl before speaking. Usually the final address was something monotone about instructions, or warnings, yet that night only two sentences were said.Magi x Reader A Thousand Lights2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dancing, my ladies, requires more than the flaunt of our attributes. Tonight, lets make sure we thoroughly please our benefactor King Sinbad, his guests, and his country."
Spinning round and round, a girl from the troupe
Mine MineMine7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
James Potter was looking smug. That was never a good sign. When James Potter looked smug it usually meant that he had been snogging Lily, and nothing fired up Severus Snapes blood, nothing blurred his vision and turned his guts sour more than that thought. The thought of him talking to Lily, sitting beside Lily in the library or Potions class was bad enough. It irritated him to no end, it made his throat tighten up and his chest ache, but it didnt make him blind and mad with rage like the thought of him snogging her did. When it came to the thought of his lips on hers, his
Mello and Matt no11 -Contest-PG-13 for Some Mature ThemesMello and Matt no11 -Contest-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds of morning in a big busy city began to be heard through the slightly frosted window of the small motel room. The first beams of sunlight poured through the glass, into the bedroom, painting the dull walls more playful shades. The room was filled with an aroma that was musty, but with a sweet cocoa scent and a hint of tobacco. The busy streets outside contrasted nicely with the peaceful, cozy setting inside.
Matt slid his hand across the bed. He opened one eye and looked over beside him to find that Mello wasnt there. He closed his eyes again and pretended he still was there. Thoughts of the previous night flooded his mind as the sunshine flooded the room and melted the frost. Everything was different. He could almost taste the bitter-sweetness of the situation like he could smell the bitter-sweetness of the
Tobi X Dei - Not Taking No for an Answer - SequelDisclaimer I do not own ShippudenTobi X Dei - Not Taking No for an Answer - Sequel4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I decided to do a sequel because I hate Dei dying, it happened in the anime and that was more than enough. So here's the sequel to 'Too Late'
~Not Taking No for an Answer~
The sky roared as dark gray clouds formed in the sky, thunder breaking out.
Tobi kept his face buried into Deidara's long blond hair, holding tightly to the deceased body in despair.
Why why had this happened ?
He loved Deidara, had for years, yet never outright said or did anything. To do so would mean he'd have to reveal his true identity. .. Since to have a strong; good relationship required honesty and truth.
If he came clean from the get go, he and Deidara wouldn't have anything for long. Deidara despised the sharingan, to get into one and not tell the blond would be asking for trouble.
Something would be bound to go wrong and his secret would be out. Thus telling the truth would be a priority. Of course that being if the blond could get over his hate and accep
Ghost of YouThe ghost of your faceGhost of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long gone from this place,
My eyes still trace
As they did long ago.
My memory of your voice,
Heard above the noise;
The curl of your mouth saying 'Rejoice'
Echoes in the spaces of my slowly healing soul.
Any request you made of me
I carried out so willingly,
But the love you could never see:
It was never in your eyes.
The fleeting touch of your hand
Falls away like dried-out sand
Returning to the dull earth: banned
From my heart that once lived in lies.
I lied for you for all those years
I never told you all my fears
You never dried up all my tears
I never said it to you.
You thought you knew me so well,
I hid so you could never tell
What I was going through, the Hell
You banished me to for the sin of loving you.
It's nothing more than a rage
That will disappear with age.
The wounds are doctored, bound in cage
And are healing thanks to him.
But your knife is still there
Stuck fast, remaining in my care.
I can't escape, can run nowhere
And your spectre ove
You Changed EverythingWaking up to see your faceYou Changed Everything3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is my favorite way to start the day.
Knowing my reality is as good as a dream
Makes me grateful for how we got this way.
I was scared,
But I don't think you could tell.
I decided to take the plunge
And immediately, I fell.
Your arms feel like home.
Welcoming my body into a comforting embrace.
You've left an impression on my heart,
A permanent mark I can't erase.
We share each other's happiness
As well as the pain.
But we both remember what's important,
Like when we're kissing in the rain.
I was drowning,
And you brought me to safety.
I wasn't sure I was ready,
Then you changed everything.
Damon X Reader: Hunting Gone BadYou, Stefan, Elena, and Damon were all hunting down some psychotic, control freak vampire on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. And, we’ll just say things weren’t working out. After running through the woods as quietly as all of you could, you had split up unintentionally. Stefan and Elena veered off to the right at one point, and Damon was, of course, nowhere to be found. So, you were all alone. In the dark. With only the moon and street-lamps to light your way. As you walked, you strained to listen for any sounds that were remotely like a vampire. However, the wind heightened your fears and made that rather difficult. You hugged yourself tightly as it made your (h/l), (h/c) hair flutter. Movement caught your eye in the window of one of the buildings, and you quickly made your way towards it. Rather it was just your hair making your eyes play tricks or not, it was better than freezing to death or being alone on the street. As you ran up the steps of the seven-story building, aDamon X Reader: Hunting Gone Bad2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Night OutIn the night airNight Out6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I watch a young man OD
two paramedics lift him
onto a stretcher
push him into the ambulance
and carry him away.
Near the half-empty hostel
on a cracked sidewalk,
a man has been glassed.
I watch the security guard
press a hand to his head
to stop the tendrils of blood
from flowing out
in gentle pools around his neck.
Under the flashing lights
of a heat-filled nightclub
under the valium drip
and soft effect of medication
I feel the slow, creeping onset
of a panic attack.
I cry and want to collapse
and my sister takes me away
through the maze of body heat
to the dimly lit green haze
of the exist signs,
onto the crowded, lonely street.
We curl into the hostel beds
and I listen to the soft breaths
of the sleeping girls.
And the tears come silently by;
waves of horror in the night.
As the dawn light seeps through curtained windows
I promise myself
I'll never trust in me