HelHELHel1 year 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.
ImmortalImmortalImmortal1 year 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.
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.
The EndThe endThe End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Digging the grave of the short story that is your life
Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.
In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,
That soiled memory of a character you once were.
And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,
Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,
You float through the vast harmony of Earth,
That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,
Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.
But do not despair, fool,
For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,
Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,
That same path you were once led into,
Before closing your eyes on the marvels laying upon you.
Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God,Betrayal of a Giant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,
covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,
The static pulse of cheering in his ears,
Those who feared and hid for so long,
Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,
As he rejoices for his well deserved faith
Let if evolve, let it pray
Then let it burn, let it drag
The birth of a tyrant,
The one who carried their world on his shoulders,
Adored for a day, massacred the next,
Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,
The praises they sang for his simple breaths
Crushed under their unworthy, viscous words,
Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.
The death of a story,
And another will sit on his golden throne,
Drowning in the love of those he once fed,
He will stand, and build and share,
Until another giant enters the arena.
This is how Gods live and die,
This is the circle that will forever remain.
And they will live through the pages,
Teaching us their sordid lessons of humility.
But history is eagerly forgott
I amI am not the sun nor the stars,I am1 year 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.
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
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.
StormtrooperA sentinel stands readyStormtrooper3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man armoured in white
A silent solemn figure
On guard against the night.
(He's young, so young
And his world was poor
He'd never had
This much food before.)
The helmet is forbidding
A stern and mighty mask
It makes him one of many
All doing the same task.
(He's not paid much
Or so some would say
But those back home
Will not starve, today.)
For his Emperor's laws
Resolute and unflinching
Devoted to the cause.
(They told him things
A rallying cry
They taught him that
All Rebels must die.)
Together they are faceless
An endless stream of men
One falls? He's but a number
A place to fill again.
(He's young, so young
And he won't get old
For lies, he'll die
Doing what he's told.)
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.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
A Sweet Kiss DarlingA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA Sweet Kiss Darling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A warm hug and your comforting words
A hard punch darling, that's all I need
A beating and the screaming makes my day
A dark corner darling, that's all I need
A place to hide away and be free
A sweet kiss darling, that's all I need
A word of sorrow and your cries for forgiveness
In Your Eyes:Chap 1A mountains TrailIn Your Eyes:Chap 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke where at the bridge where they met everyday for training and missions, as usual Kakashi-sensei had yet to show up, so to buy time Naruto and Sasuke had begun arguing. Well it was more like a one-sided argument, Naruto would boast something and Sasuke would just ignore him, Naruto began to get irritated that Sasuke wasn't even returning a single movement, or anything. He just stood there arms crossed and a scowl across his face.
"Grr…well fine then, if you're Mr. I-don't-give-a-shit, let's try this! I'm going to jump off Hokage Mountain, and no ninjistu, kitsune no kitsune, or anything to help me from crashing to my death." Sakura was all cheers that Naruto would rid himself of pestering her and her precious Sasuke-kun, but to her disappointment Sasuke actually responded to the threat.
"Ok then, but I get to watch."
"Dobe." Naruto puffed up and stomped off towards the mountain, Sasuke following his every step. When Naruto h
Butterfly girlButterfly girl3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was born mute. My vocal chords are missing. I can't form words but I can sigh. This fact made mom and dad dissapointed. Not sad, oh no, just dissapointed because my brother and sister were perfect.
Looked like they were just arrived from the most magical fairy tale has ever been written in the history. And then there was me with my 'thing'. They called my mutism this way. They all treated me like the black sheep of the family. At least I really had dark hair and eyes, the total opposite of my brother and sister. Their eyes reminded me of the ocean, beautiful but oh so cold; and their hair was like the lights when the sun was about to disappear from the horizon on a warm, summer night. Ruby and golden lock, clean dresses, bright shoes, big smiles, pale skin, white socks, ribbons and fresh parfume scent. But not a single sound.
I could just imagine how their voices would sound. Mom often was angry and nervous, her hands were shaky but never empty. She loved wine more th
Severus Snape haikuOily, unimpressedSeverus Snape haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A killer, but with a heart
A doe in wolfs guise
Dreaming Of TearsDreaming Of Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
Mello X Matt- Game?WARNING: I was super tired so it sucks...Mello X Matt- Game?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mello: ~Oh Maaaatt~
Mello: Ya know what time it iiis?
Matt: Ummmm... were gonna play a game?
Mello: Something like that. *Evil grin*
Matt: *Wonders what he's planning* (Matt, your stupid =_
Mello: Hmmm... *Unzips pants* does THIS give you a clue? *Lecherous smile*
Matt: *Gulps*.... yeah.
Mello: Well then, get on the bed. *Bites lower lip*
Matt: *Slowly gets on the bed*
Mello: *Quickly gets on top of Matt*
Matt: ..! *Blushes*
Mello: You know, you've been a REALLY bad boy Matty.
Matt: I.. I have? *Nervous but excited*
Mello: ~Yeah, you haven't been listening to me recently.~ *Bites Matt's neck*
Matt: Ghh.. *Blushes harder*
Mello: And you know what bad boys get right? *Slow sexy voice*
Matt: Umm... they.. go to jail?
Mello: *Chuckle* no, they get punished!
Mello: *Kisses Matt hard*
Mello: *Hancuffs Matt*
Matt: Wha- Mello what the hell!!
Always Winter, Never ChristmasIt was winter in Spinners End - there were icy puddles in the pavement, with cigarette stubs frozen into them, and beaded spider-webs stretched over the grubby window-panes.Always Winter, Never Christmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape walked through the streets, with his hands plunged deeply in the pockets of his patched, greying, oversized coat, seeing none of it. He was dimly aware of the cold - he knew his extremities were numb - but this might have been simply due to anger. After the burning, and the blurry panic, came a spreading numbness - he was so familiar with it, it almost seemed like the natural state of things. He could hardly remember what it was like not to feel angry.
He had come to rest at a street on a hill that overlooked the hated red-grey city, with its smoking industrial chimneys, its cars, television aerials, and traffic lights - all the sickening paraphernalia of the muggle world. It never changed. Even when he was at Hogwarts, in the Slytherin common-room, poring over a two hundred year-old
Mello x Near: Human - Chpt. 1Hhhmf! Get OFF! the blonde growled as he was promptly pinned to the floor by his best friend Matt. Come on, Mello. Its only a game!. Mello smirked and headbutted the redhead in the chest, leaping up and laughing. Well, we should get to dinner now. Theres a rumour that a new kid has joined the Orphanage! I wanna see him, and warn him about a scary guy with red hair who loves video games!. Very funny sighed Matt, as he and Mello left the small room and headed to the hall.Mello x Near: Human - Chpt. 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When they arrived, everyone was chatting and giggling. Mello glanced around the busy hall and wondered how even a new kid could cause so much commotion. As his eyes flickered to the front, he noticed Roger, the head of Wammys, talking to a small boy with silver hair. Guess thats him. Mr. Newbie. Matt whispered, causing Mello to turn his gaze away from the mysterious child. Uh-huh. Ooh, do you think hell be able to repla
Tobi X Dei Hidden Underneath Chap 1Disclaimer: I do not own ShippudenTobi X Dei Hidden Underneath Chap 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: Mild cussing. Mild useage of Japanese terms
Rated M for Mature. Will contain lemons in later chapters.
This is a Tobi X Dei Yaoi. Slow building.
Note In this story Tobi is Madara. And yes I have been told that he isn't, but I like the idea. (As of some time ago I became aware of the fact that Madara is not Tobi. That it is official. But since I had already written 9 chapters of this I decided not to go back and change it. Plus it would have been a bit difficult for what happened in chapter 9 and so in this story I am leaving Tobi as Madara)
Other pairings: Kisame/Itachi, Kakuzu/Hidan and Pein/Konan. Though might be just hinted or just slight
EnglandxReader: Country Girl “Hey Ma! Pa! I’m home, and I’ve got a friend with me!” Alfred called as he walked into his large house. He heard shuffling from the kitchen as he set his bags down in the living room. He looked as his mother walked into the living room, wiping her flour covered hands on her long, black apron.EnglandxReader: Country Girl2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Alfred!” she cried, grinning from ear to ear. She was relatively thin with thick, slightly graying __(h/c)__ hair and pretty blue eyes. She ran to her son and wrapped her arms around his neck. He laughed and spun the woman around like it was nothing at all.
“Hey Ma! How’ve you been?” Alfred asked as he set his mother down. She smiled and ruffled his wheat colored hair.
“Not bad. It sure had been a lot quieter since you left though. Your sister doesn’t make anywhere near as much noise as you do,” she replied, laughing and pinching his cheek.
“Alfred! Would you please help me you gi
Shippuden Tobi X Dei - Too Late...Disclaimer I do not own ShippudenShippuden Tobi X Dei - Too Late...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning Character death sadly.
Every part of him screamed in pain it hurt to breathe, it hurt to move.
He couldn't recall the last time he'd been in this much pain if ever.
He leaned heavily against a tree trunk, his breathing uneven. Every time he swallowed the pain seemed to increase. With each passing second, he felt his throat constrict making it harder to draw in air.
Deidara sighed inwardly, vaguely wishing he'd stayed in bed today. He had stormed off from the Akatsuki hideout after an argument from Hidan. While it was common for them to argue, there were times it really grated on him, everyone was constantly demeaning him and picking on him and it infuriated him.
The Zealot just loved to piss him off the most and because he'd been in such a furious mood he'd failed to realize the enemy nin.
There had only been one just one ANBU. And while one would usually never be a problem for
AnorexiaSuch a frail being I am, witness my ribs bulge through my skin, I must prevent all the fattening meals or I shall become a massive sin.Anorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gluttony is my tormentor, from it I run afar, to distant lands of emptiness, lands of thinness, lands of star.
Without meals they remain there, so content and filled with glee, I aim to travel to that land, far beyond the normal sea.
Though alas I am chained to suffer here, to eat processed and vile courses, I simply ask for a map of guidance, one to help me reach those sources.
Depressed!Painter!RussiaxDead!Reader Flower PaintDepressed!Painter!RussiaxDead!Reader Flower Paint2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.
Russia stalked through the maze of a mansion he once called home with you. He could feel everyone talking about him behind his back and yelling at him about being a poor excuse for a country and how he should focus on economics instead of paintings. It wasn’t clicking inside his head so he kept trudging on with confusion.
He stopped and looked up at the roof, covered in glow in the dark stars. He remembered that you were the one who wanted them there. He started to laugh a little to himself. He was giggling about some good things and bad things and of course ironic things. He rubbed his eyes hoping this was a dream for what has happened in recent events, hoping for a chance