I Lost My HeartMy love has gone, my yearning passed.I Lost My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost my way, I lost my heart.
I didn’t care to guard it well,
Now it is to be found nowhere.
Just now I thought I had it here,
But only emptiness remains.
It didn’t shatter, didn’t break,
Just disappeared and left no trace.
Oh, tell me why I couldn’t be
The one that lasted evermore.
Oh, tell me, couldn’t I be good
Take better care of what is dear?
But love, alas, I lost my heart
Forgive me that I didn’t see
How swiftly it escaped my grasp
And left this place forevermore.
I lost my way, I can’t go on,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for.
I lost my heart, and I’m afraid
Without my heart I cannot love.
The Night Angel (Chapter 4)The Night Angel (Chapter 4)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rebecca clenched up her body, ready to feel the cold hands of the monster clutch her. She shut her eyes tightly and
"Aaaaah!" Rebecca's eyes burst open. She hadn't screamed but that was definitely a scream. Rebecca spun to look, and saw that the vampires weren't looking at her in fact, they were looking the other way. The one they called Mike was dragging a girl by the wrist. She was screaming, her black hair was a mess and her shirt was torn at certain places. Rebecca couldn't make out all of her features with this lack of light but she knew that this girl was close to her age. Who was she?
"Did you really think we wouldn't find you, monster hunter?" Ryan snarled. Rebecca breathed out with relief; she hadn't been found out. They thought that this stranger was her. "We knew that there was a monster hunter somewhere around here, and we knew that it was a chick."
"Please let me go!" The girl cried between sobs. "I've done nothing wrong."
"Exactly which is w
The Night Angel (Chapter 5)The Night Angel (Chapter 5)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't understand it." Rebecca muttered to herself. "What was he talking about?" Rebecca had left the clearing where she had encountered the vampires. There was nothing left there. She had tried searching for the bullet that had killed Ryan, but no such luck. Whoever had killed him clearly didn't want him telling Rebecca something which made Rebecca believe that Ryan was telling the truth. There was a threat and it all seemed to center around this "S" character. "But, who is S?" Rebecca whispered.
As Rebecca walked, she felt the night embrace her with a chilled wind it comforted her and made her feel refreshed. Her fatigue was gone and her mind was clearing. She always found it easier to think when the night was young. Then, that reminded her
"What's a Night Angel?" Rebecca asked out loud. The vampire, Ryan had called her the Night Angel what did that mean? However, that wasn't the biggest question on her mind.
"What do I do now?"
"Good timing, Dad."
The Night Angel (Chapter 2)The Night Angel (Chapter 2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Time to wake up, Rebecca." Rebecca rubbed her eyes sleepily. She hadn't gotten back home until 3 in the morning, and she was exhausted. Her body was stiff and she wanted nothing more than to just pass out, and forget about everything. Rebecca had a slight envy for vampires they didn't have to wake up every morning, but instead got to enjoy the pleasures of the night. Some creatures get all the luck.
"Dad, do I have to?"
"You've got school today so yes." Rebecca suddenly grabbed her pillow and shoved it over her face. She had TOTALLY forgotten about school! The summer was finally over and high school kicked back in. She was a senior in high school and all 4 years had been a living hell! How could ANYONE survive school? There's no fun, no monsters, no weapons it's all just classes and tests which wouldn't be so bad if those classes taught Rebecca anything she WANTED to know.
"Dad, I hate school!"
"We'll have none of that, Rebecca get dressed and come downst
FairyTaleSo…here I am.FairyTale3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You know, when I asked for a chance to meet a Knight in Shining Armor, this was NOT what I meant. I paced up and down the single oval room as the wind howled outside the shudders. It was cold and miserable in the towers one room. There was a comfortable bed (well, better than the pile of hay I'd been using) and a sturdy table (better than the floor I was used to), which had a magical plate and goblet that filled with anything I liked to eat and drink. I was also dressed in layers. It took me a while to get used to them, but the layers were fine silks and it even had LACE. Can you imagine, little, pathetic me in LACE! I laugh thinking about all the other people I know and how they always scorned me. If they could see this finery with me in it, well, they sure as the devil wouldn't be scornin' me no more.
What's the point of being this nice if I'm stuck in the clouds? I looked out the tower window and I saw
The Night Angel (Chapter 1)The Night Angel (Chapter 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night was basked in a gorgeous glow from the full moon. The night was alive with death. The tree shadows cast eerie shadows on the ground, but this was all the same to the shadow that was slipping from tree to tree in the middle of the wildlife park. The figure slipped quiet as a fox down behind a bush and stayed perfectly still. She peeked over the edge of the limbs and saw what she had been looking for.
There were three targets she could see all three lumbering across the forest. They hadn't spotted her yet, and when she was done they wouldn't ever know she had been there. She reached behind her and pulled out a large black compound bow. It was heavy with a powerful kick to it but it was her weapon of choice for this situation. From her quiver, she pulled an arrow. The arrow itself didn't look special, but she knew different. This arrow was tipped with blessed silver nothing that she hit with this arrow ever got back up again. Placing the arrow carefully on th
The Only Thing Missing Is You7:55 PMThe Only Thing Missing Is You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
hell, it was everything you used to love
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
it's just... it's not fair
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are st
Silent ScreamsThe abysmal loneliness,Silent Screams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That Nightmare's shroud envelopes me.
My soul drifts in the void,
Where only the silence can hear it scream.
My ribcage a prison,
Thorns on the inside,
And a heart of flesh and blood,
Each beat stabbing it again and again.
Would that my blood pool in my body,
And my heart stop beating,
Indeed it would be a mercy.
In isolation I drift,
The scream of silence grating on my sanity.
Like a parasite the demons feast on my emotion.
I wish a single light from the sky,
Let me befall better madness than this!
May one day a star come,
Boil the seas and crack the earth.
It is as though my soul be bound,
Its core open to the darkness,
Its tendrils wrapping around it,
Trapping it to never find itself,
And never be found.
Would that my resolve was no coward,
I'd not be a knave to this.
I fall to my knees,
Only to fall flatter.
Surrender has never been an option,
But it isn't surrender if your enemy was your other half,
Betraying at the last seconds of sanity.
What is it to get
august seventh hated meyou are in a roomaugust seventh hated me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a room with windows and doors
where the windows are shut and the door is closed and by god it is.
so dark outside.
outside of this room is a home
or a house
today it's a house
it is filled with furniture and food
everyone is sleeping in their rooms and dreaming.
you are laying in bed with your mouth shut and screaming.
you look for real laughter and pleasure and joy
but you only see objects, clothes and old toys
like a word repeated over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over they lost meaning and look back at you blankly asking how things came to this and when exactly did you open the doors and windows to let all the sad faces and demons in you don't like them but by god they love you and sometimes they tell you that this doesn't mean anything and you can wake up if you just
lay down and don't wake up
symphony stellataone of my earliest memories -symphony stellata1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother, steadfast mentality
slowly driving her forward, repeating
repeating re-pea-ting bar by bar
nocturne number eight in d flat major;
never anything less than perfection,
even when fingertips wear thin,
when patience wears thinner,
and chopin fades into dusti am a child born of icy constellations,
cigarette smoke, and canorous chords,
composers whispering at the edge of my sensesblack-garbed, it's grandmother's funeral -
my violin cries massenet's méditation.
my thirteen year-old heart has never
felt so incapable of expression,
so goddamn inadequate, and d major
has never sounded so heartbroken.
we return to a phone call from father,
his composure cracking as he tells us
we'll be doing this all over again;
96 hours, two grandmothers gone,
now all i have is massenet and
it isn't fairwe'd never know it by looking at the sky,
but countless stars waxed requiem to
create us; cenotaphs in the empyrean blacksixteen years old and i can breathe -
Report -- PidgeottoCommon Names: Pidgeotto, ピジョン (Pigeon), Tauboga, Roucoups, 比比鳥 (Bǐ Bǐ Niǎo), 比比鳥 (Bî Bî Nîao)Report -- Pidgeotto5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scientific Name: Orniacroadustus Lophomajor
Physiology: Pidgeotto have a height of 3 - 5ft (0.9 1.55m), and length of 3.5 - 6ft (1.1 1.8m), they have a wing span of 8.9 10.2 ft (2.7 3.1m) and a weight of 66.11lbs (30.0kg). They have retained the toe configuration of their Pidgey form, however show characteristics more closely related to Falconiformes than Passerines. Their legs are longer and they can no longer walk easily on the ground, instead adopting a sideways lope.
With each moult as the Pidgey enters its Pidgeotto form its crest becomes longer and of a uniform shade of orange-red, its tail feathers become barred: orange-red and yellow, otherwise it retains the same markings and coloura
role model [part 1]the sun shone bright on the jet black roadrole model [part 1]4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and the grass just off course was where i sat alone
admiring the world, wondering at the speeding cars
staying 'til after sunset, waiting to see the stars
but one single driver decided to change my plan
the truck stopped and out got, twice my age, a man
who seemed discontent, but still pleasant enough
terribly mad at the world, yet not labeled as such
with bright blue eyes behind sun-bleached hair
he couldn't help but match my mesmerized stare
he called me beautiful, and i called him quite nice
then heard myself agreeing to take an unexpected ride
cos, you can never foresee the strangers you'll meet.
before he was tying the rope 'round my wrists and feet
and then tossing me gently into the backseat,
i laughed and hoped he spoke the truth
when he said, "i'll make a model out of you."
so he drove some time, and we talked a bit
the world blurred to nothing, so intricate
colors fading from our eyes with the dying sun
golden blue to pink to purple,
Heroes and Villains Chapter 1-1 Two years in the forest had kept me out of the loop about the current events. I didn’t even know what the new Age was, although everything about that didn’t matter anymore. I was happily living in my own world. I had spent the majority of my life since my awakening killing many men and women. There wasn’t enough time for myself.Heroes and Villains Chapter 1-11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I thought life in the wilderness would be stressful and difficult at first. Many hunters I came across shared stories of scare resources to bring home to their families. I wasn’t particularly immune to starvation or diseases. I’d grown tolerant to most poisons and some of them added a nice spice to the food. Rather than that, with the Mith Age gone, there wasn’t a single entity to my knowledge that could kill me.
Catching food wasn’t problematic, i
IcarusWho are you, and what am I?Icarus9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
The Night Angel (Chapter 6)The Night Angel (Chapter 6)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rebecca sat in the middle of the den. Her eyes were tired and her hair was wild and uncombed. She was exhausted, but her body would not sleep she hadn't even closed her eyes since her father had left. All around her lay the blood and decaying remains of zombies. Her pistols were resting on the coffee table. Both had been emptied of their ammunition and she would have to renew her ammo. However, the question that egged at her now was one so difficult, just saying it in her mind wasn't enough.
"What do I do now?" Rebecca whispered.
This question had never been a real problem for Rebecca to answer. Even after her mother died, her father had been there to help her pick up the pieces. It was him who had explained to her the existence of supernatural creatures he had taught her, encouraged her, and he had loved her. With him around, Rebecca had never felt more secure. He was all that she had. But now he was gone. The world seemed so much darker now, and it had nothing to do wi
Hive-MindedSome may call me worthless.Hive-Minded3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because I don't have a job.
But here's the thing..
Getting a job..
Isn't all there is.
To being productive in society.
There are other ways too.
No one is useless.
No one is worthless.
Or a waste of life.
It's their life.
And it's up to them to decide.
You can't just tell them to get a job.
It doesn't work like that.
There are people out there..
That don't have jobs.
Such as single parents.
Or people that were previously fired from said job.
You'd have to be hive-minded.
To think that everyone needs jobs.
In order to be productive.
So stop being hive-minded.
Before you start buzzing and growing wings.
And before you try stinging other people.
Because you don't wanna be a bee.
They work to death.
Don't look down on me as inferior.
Because no one is inferior to anyone else.
And I am not inferior to you.
RatsWhen I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered.Rats3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring.
The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages.
One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers."
I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful woman. She was young when a man at an after-riot party had given her a child inside of her, a bruise on her face, and a few kopeks for her trouble before running away forever.
So I watched the dirty gray sunlight washing through her sickly blonde hair, watched it illuminate the dark hollows of her eyes, watched her face, and asked, "Why, mama?"
The Path Of Destiny Part TwoThe Path Of Destiny Part Two8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Path of Destiny
Chapter Two-New Allies
By nightfall, Darkclaw had returned. Blazefang had been waiting by a big jagged stone that was flecked with snow. Wildflame and his other companion, a young houndour named Boneclaw, were also crouched beside the boulder.
The murkrow swooped down low toward the ground, landing on the topmost point of the rock. Folding his wings, Darkclaw looked down as the three houndour gathered below. He began speaking, “I managed to hear two growlithe talking. They say the one with the crystal shard has gone to find Articuno, so he can bring back the snow and restore the land they’ve lost. Of course,” he added, noticing the houndour’s angry expressions, “She has little chance of actually finding that pokémon.”
Blazefang sighed. He knew the trials the houndour had faced in the past years. Food was becoming scarcer, and they needed every bit of territory they could get. For reasons unknown, the wasteland surround
The Night Angel (Chapter 3)The Night Angel (Chapter 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"God, I hate school." Rebecca shouted. No one could hear her, of course. The night was all that listened, and it's noises were all that answered her. The tree bark was rough against her back. Her leather jacket felt warm against the cold night air and her body felt relaxed after a long day of feeling lonely and bored. Rebecca was running her fingers along her knife, feeling the cold steel under her fingertips. More than once, she wished that she had been carrying this while back in school she could have used it when she got locked out of her locker and when that boy had touched her butt. Strapped to her back was the black compound bow and a quiver of 10 arrows. She welcomed their weight on her back and was happy to have that security. The backpack that she carried around in school felt too bulky and it almost made her feel exposed.
"I'm not learning anything there this is my school." She whispered to herself. The night was her home and her teacher. She kne
His True Kingdom: Your Prologue (LokixReader)His True Kingdom: Your Prologue (LokixReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
And again, you were woken up by your annoying phone going off at 5 am in the morning. You abruptly rose from your bed and ran to it in a flash to shut the alarm off. You’d always set it in your desk and not anywhere close to you, so that you’d “have” to get up to turn it off. Smart. It was the only way you wouldn’t go back to sleep. As if that swift girl wasn’t you, you started heading out of your room to the bathroom with resentment. Almost walking like a zombie towards the door, a strange feeling conquered your chest. It was another day—yet it was the very same day you’d been living over and over in the last year. Ever since the events of New York, nothing would be the same. Your boyfriend, well, now your ex-boyfriend, was one of the many who were killed in the alien invasion. There, every time you looked in the mirror you’d see him. It never mattered how skillfully you’d hidden his belongings, nothing was to pry him out of
Choices.As you stand up and look ahead, you see paths,Choices.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a billion to the right.
A billion to the left.
You take one seated to the right,
a path colored with the glow of a rainbow.
which slowly turns dark and foul.
A mist thickens and you feel your spirit being crushed,
your lungs empties and your heartbeat becomes more faint than the stars above,
and you collapse to the ground.
Eons go by and the mist only thickens,
and the one sliver of hope left grows ever smaller.
Consumed by the crushing mist.
You open your eyes and look ahead.
To the right there's a billion forking paths,
and to the left there's a billion more.
You choose one to the left,
and start to jog along it.
And you leave the smothering fog.
Along the road you see plaques,
saying familiar words and numbers.
"Relationship: On the road to zero"
You slow down and look over to the side,
and gazing back at you is a large cloud,
of soul-crushing fog. And at the center you see you.
The natural reaction is to shake your head and run,