The Four ElementsWaterThe Four Elements4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing ever freely, in a mystical dance
Dancing all Her worries away
Gently lapping waves shifting and forming endlessly
Lights up the surrounding figures
A glint of hope through the darkness.
He keeps away all of the monsters at night,
During your most haunted moments.
Offers a surface to walk on
Keeps all of nature together.
He makes sure we can't fall
Though He isn't perfect.
Invisible to the ones passing
Whispering in their ears for them to follow.
She has no shape or form,
Yet She is the wisest amongst us.
The water, the fire, the earth, the air.
All deadly yet generous in their own ways.
ShatteredShattered, broken,Shattered7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In pieces on my knees
With the denial of my needs
My voice lost!
My voice drowned!
My voice tossed away,
There is no sound!
From a fire deep within
Hotter, and hotter,
I have burned for all my sins
My voice ignored!
And with my voice I'm bored!
I don't want to speak anymore!
I forget what I was speaking for...
Into my soul I fall
I close, behind me,
The doors to my hallowed hall
My voice is silent!
My voice is in chains!
All my thoughts arrested,
Only a hint of memory remains!
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
Burning BridgesYou can look back reveling on every bridge you burnt,Burning Bridges4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flames all a different color,
And the smoke falling in peculiar patterns,
From each and every blaze.
The burning bonds still radiate a heat,
That when you touch them,
You'll still feel a little burn.
With every memory,
Scorching back through your heart and mind.
And the scald marks never fade,
They just cool a little,
Ever tingling, ever prickling,
With the injuries you sustained.
The infernos create a pretty little light show,
In the night sky of your heart.
As you sit on your island,
Watching them all go up in flames.
bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar6 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
For the FallenThe Fallen, give us their lives,For the Fallen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They give everything,
So that we might know peace
But, we dismiss them with ease,
Tell me, what would you do,
If you were one of these?
The Fallen, they are everything,
That we should want to be
They give up their dreams,
They trade them for the screams,
Of people we will never know
And it goes to show,
Their faith is deeper,
Than you thought it would go...
Yes, the Fallen...
For the Fallen, I raise my hand,
I raise my voice up to the wind
I will hold them high above me,
And honor their memories
For the rest of my life,
I will pray for those left behind,
And for the Fallen...
The Fallen, they did not want to die,
And no, none of them asked "Why?"
Before they gave up their lives
But, we dismiss them with ease,
While their families are on their knees
Tell me, what would you do,
If you were one of these?
The Fallen don't know,
Just what tomorrow brings,
They have to live for today,
In every little way,
Because in a moment i
fallen angelsI was bounded by my wingsfallen angels6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I couldn't cry, I shan't cry
but I wanted to fly; I wanted
to soar and feel the wind playing
with my hair- the sky at the
tips of my fingertips.
I am trapped in stories of
paper hearts; trying hard to
breathe. air had never been
so cruel to me; she's trying to
I am looking at the full moon
in the sea, fallen from the sky,
as I had. I was looking to
wake up and to fall into another
dream. I was looking to be fixed,
unbounded, yet chained.
The rain was crying and
wet was on wet, twisted
together. dreams were far
and foggy clouds were tormenting
us. under the invisible stars;
beyond the vast mountains.
Apocalypse ArcaneTumultuous screamsApocalypse Arcane6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
seeping from these
erupt in malevolent
tempest's final regime.
Silence was stilled,
and this cacophony
aggregate within -
choleric to the end.
To embark amid
torrid, fervent flame,
searing soul and body.
These corporeal remains
now but ash and dust
from whence they came.
Apotheosis of avarice,
slow serpentine decay;
to conceive disarray.
Hand wrought of ruin,
the fall, sacred seer's
dissidence eternal -
Vehement ember's rain,
bleeding corrosive dismay.
Hearts held in pain -
Italy, don't leave me!Italy, don't leave me!3 years ago in Drama More Like This
the gunfire slowly faded off into the distance. bleeding bodies lay crimson on the ground.
the only person standing was a tall man with blond hair comed back and sky blue eyes. below him... was another man. ginger hair with a curl that stuck out to the side. wrapped in a blood washed white flag.
the man dropped his gun. not saying a word but he could feel his mind cracking. "I...It...aly..." his eyes watered looking at his dismembered arm that still hung on his shoulder by a few dead nerves.
"v-vee..." the ginger said in a meek whisper. "Ger..many?" he looked up, his eyes pale.
"Italy." the man hugged him tightly against his chest. he felt tears stream down his cheeks.
the Italian panted and with his final ounce of strength... "Ti amo... Ludwig" his eyes fell shut.
the man's eyes poured with water. "Feliciano!" he whimpered and pressed his lips against the Italian's cold ear. "Ich liebe dich... don't leave me!" he screamed. "please, Italy.... don't go!" he pressed their lips together a
The Last PoemArt is lifeThe Last Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words are love
Beauty of their rhyme
The grace of their wisdom
It is the meaning of all there is
Sometimes the words end
Their music ceases
Words are gone
Jeff the KillerXreader part 2Jeff the KillerXreader part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jeff the KillerXreader part 2
heres part two.
WARNING:some cursing. no violence really i guess.
you sat in the living room, eating ramen, and watching the news.
someone had been killed again at around 6.
you watched as the flustered reporter came onto the screen, a somewhat bloody scene behind him, as he spoke into the microphone.
"the k-killer stikes again! this time in a l-large neighberhood! out of the families he did kill, there was one person who got away unscaved! here she is!" the report spoke quickly, and i saw madison walk onto the screen, trembling and blood on her shirt and skinny jeans.
"i-i-i...i saw his face!!! i-it was t-terrifying! he killed my parents!" madison blubbered. you felt a little sorry for her.
"now, madison, thats your name right? can you tell us what he looks like?" asked the
My Sister (2P!Seychelles x Reader)________________ yawned and rolled out of bed. It was summer vacation and she for the first time in ages, she didn’t have to get up early, rather for camp or something, she got to stay home this summer. It was Dad’s idea for her to just take up easy, granted she had something to do every few days. This summer, she was taking driving lessons from Francis and being his personal driver and delivery girl and helping out the Kirkland Bakery whenever she could. Because of these little part time jobs, she was able have some spending money and decided to do some long waited clothes shopping at (fav store). She would have asked Matthew to tag along but he was terrible at picking out clothes and Alfred was busy. She just decided to go alone. She got some clothing first, then she went to buy some books. As she walked, she bumped into another girl and quickly apologized before going off again. It took her most of the morning but she finally settled down some really nice outfits in herMy Sister (2P!Seychelles x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nightmares and MachinationsGods be damned of these curses,Nightmares and Machinations3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Curses of fiery hell and torment,
Torment unending, ceaseless;
Ceaseless in its pursuit of vengeance,
Vengeance of the dark machinations that plague my mind!
O devilish machinations that haunt,
Haunt me why, I ask not this fate,
Fate most sorrowful and in agony;
Agony night after night when I slumber,
Slumber I know not, only do I receive nightmares!
Nightmares of dread,
Dread in the vulnerable mind,
Mind, Soul and Body Ravaged;
Ravaged by the demons that dwell unseen,
Unseen who's intentions are most mischievous.
Mischievous nightmares who distort my memories,
Memories of my family now seen with corpses and blood,
Blood that stains my shaking perception of the world;
World gone mad with nuclear fire,
Fire and drive thy mind to insanity!
Yes, insanity is all that remains here,
Here in my ill-percieved visions,
Visions that damn me more and more as into them I peer;
Peer helplessly against my will,
Will sapped away as these nightmares am I forced to embra
A Shattered HopeWith words so sincereA Shattered Hope2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yet were they ever true?
I had told you my greatest fear
but perhaps I saw you in the wrong view.
An aching heart I had believed
so woven were your lies.
I am always the one to be deceived
and the last hope in me dies.
Harm, I wish you none
it was my heart that had hoped.
The deed is now done
my will has now been roped.
Your desires and lies are contorted
yet again I have shattered.
For my heart is the one that has been thwarted
with pieces of me forever scattered.
Please tell me, who will ever hold me dear?
Jak Characters In Character"How To Keep Your Characters 'In Character'."Jak Characters In Character8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For all new authors who need help with keeping the characters of the Jak and Daxter universe 'in character', just follow these simple guidelines! Take it from an author who has been writing Jak and Daxter fanfiction for four years, and has hundreds of fans.
Jak/Mar/Jak Mar (Post-Prison): Make him every single jerk you've ever known. Go completely over-board on contempt and angst. As long as you remember that, no matter how hot he is, he is a bastard, you'll do just fine. And about his name? Whichever name sounds right to you, go ahead and use it. In terms of romance, the two main pairings for Jak are Keira and Ashelin, Yaoi lovers seem to like Jak paired up with Torn or Daxter. Pick your favorite pairing, and defend it by the skin of your teeth. (Jak/Keira 4ever!!!!)
Daxter: Dax-To-The-Max can be easier than you might think. As long as you stick in at least five one-liners per a chapter (depending on the size of the chapter), no one will ev
Halloween Survival Guide.Well! Halloween's coming up... I don't know if you guys celebrate it still, but I do. So! I decided to help you all try and survive this night of terror. Please, do not take any of these words for granted.Halloween Survival Guide.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
~Guidelines of Halloween~
1. When it appears that you have killed the monster, NEVER check to see if it's really dead.
2. Never read a book of Demon Summoning aloud, even as a joke.
3. Do not search the basement, especially if the power has gone out.
4. If children speak to you in Latin or any other language, which they should not know, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. However, it will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared. This also applies to kids whose eyes glow and speak with somebody else's voice.
5. When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER pair off and go alone.
6. As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.
7. Never stand in, on, or above a grave, tomb, or crypt. This woul
How Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter Four]Chapter Four : A Real ChallengeHow Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter Four]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Despite the poor reception he had received today, Once-Ler found himself in an undeniably giddy mood as he strode back to his wagon. He was whistling lightheartedly as he packed up all his belongings, jumping upwards and taking the reins. He couldn't really explain why he was feeling this way; after all, when he thought about it, his day in town had been just as awful and unsuccessful as always. For whatever reason, though, he was feeling decidedly confident that, soon enough, things would get better.
After all, he had a chance now. Now that he had talked to Norma earlier today, he knew for sure that she took him seriously. Or at least was polite enough to pretend so, anyway. As long as he had her attention, he would have a potential customer. And if he managed to sell her a thneed, then maybe everyone else would finally just...wake up. If he could just manage to start some kind of chain reaction among
'Perfect'Smiling at your every comment,'Perfect'3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep you pleasant company.
You've never seen me sad or angry,
Always polite and always friendly.
I am the perfect girl.
I dress the way you like it,
I act the way I should.
Never have I broken
Any of your holy rules.
I am the perfect puppet.
Speaking only when spoken to,
I lead a silent life,
Staying hidden in the shadows,
For I fear I'd bother you.
I am the perfect ghost.
I wonder, do you see me?
I am slowly withering away.
Do you hear the silent screams
I keep locked inside my soul?
I am dying a perfect death.
I've waited for my saviour,
Someone who could see my tears.
But now I finally realize,
That I must help myself.
I must break my perfect chains.
Will I succeed in learning
How to speak up for myself?
Will I succeed in showing
The colours you had faded to grey?
I must break my perfect mask, and learn to be myself.
Finally I see the truth,
That humans can't be perfect.
What makes us special is the skill
To learn from our mistakes.
If imperfection m
Just fucking read thisim worried sick. it's the feeling that you hate me. why do you hate me? did i do something? you know who you are. if you even read this at all, i hope you know i'mJust fucking read this2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
freaking out. you just left without hesitation, and i knew something was wrong. i know. i know. and i want you to know that whatever it is, i'll be here. you don't even have
to tell me what it is. i don't care what, but i'll help in any way. if i'm the problem, you just gave to tell me so. how will i know otherwise? i'm anxious yet frantic to see you
again. i'm frantic because i want to know that you're okay . . . . that you're alright. but i'm anxious because i feel that i'm the source of this. i'm scared, ya' know? i care
about you . . . a lot. if you just disappear like that, i die a little inside. i'm scared of what you think of me. do you think of me as annoying? rude? did i do something wrong?
did i say something t
Tokyo Teddy Bear - English lyricsTokyo Teddy BearTokyo Teddy Bear - English lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Original by Rin Kagamine
Music by: Neru
Oh Mother, Father, I'm sorry for all my lies
Thanks for always being there, to soothe me when I cried
Oh Brother, Sister, I doubt I'll see you soon
It's time for me to go, in these old worn out shoes
Their ego growing bigger, I steer away from the crowd
Hoping they'll disappear, just maybe somehow
"I only wanted to be loved", I scream out
If I could only find, some special way to rewind,
Cut out part of my soul inside
Oh "Love your neighbor", said the savior
No one listens to his show
Yeah "You're just a nothing, you don't matter!"
Why not? I don't know!
I got hurt trying to dream of, filling the gaps behind the seams
Someone tell me the truth,
What does life mean?
To all my classmates, this is my final goodbye
None of you stopped to help, when I felt lonely or when I cried
Is this honestly what you see in me? Is this honestly what you see in I?
Is this honestly what lies underneath? Is this honestly the ugliness inside?
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing