Still the Same Girl (first Draft)The Abyss was tempting again tonight. Just a few steps away from Bell-mère's grave it called Nami to take a final rest, too. Let go, It whispered. You gave so much already. Nami was as weary as an old sail hanging limply in the wind. No fierce wind could fill her with joy again, it all seeped through the holes that had been torn into her.
“You're still the same girl.” Nojiko had told her. She couldn't have been more wrong. The girl that was Nami had died along with her mother as Arlong had shot her. Just when Nami had finally been ready to call Bell-mère by that name. Mother. And Nami had died again when she was forced to work for Arlong's crew. The flag that killed her mother forever stitched into her arm as an irremovable stain of sin. And then maybe a third time, as she told the other villagers and was shunned for betraying her own mother. She withheld the real reason why she did so, didn't want to share the burden. She had thought s
Erzaehl was"Erzähl du doch mal was über dich"Erzaehl was2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich weiß nie was ich darauf erwiedern soll.
Mein ganzes Leben hab ich so viel gelogen,
hab so viel gesagt und getan,
was alles nicht ich selbst war.
In dem ganzen Durcheinander hab ich mich verloren.
Wie sollen andere mehr über mich erfahren,
wenn ich mich nicht mal selbst kenne.
Tag für Tag, mit jedem Atemzug,
werde ich durchsichtiger.
Ich fühle mich wie Papier.
Ich bin ausgemärgelt,
wie zu wenig Butter auf zu viel Brot verstrichen.
"Hi, schön dich kennen zu lernen. Wer bin ich?"
NaruHina High School Chapter 3 Since it was getting late Naruto walked Hinata home. Once Hinata was home Naruto made his way to his house. Naruto unlocked his door and went straight to bed. Then he just plopped on his bed and starred at the ceiling. 'Hinata...' he thought the turned to look at the moon. 'Everytime I look into your eyes... I can see... That you're crying... In darkness where there are no light...' Naruto thought. 'Dont worry Kiba... Shino... I'll be the one to pull Hinata out of the darkness...' he thought. "You better!" Naruto saw Kiba smiling before drifting to sleep. 'I promise...'NaruHina High School Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What the-" Naruto said as he found himself a small white room. "Where am I?" he asks looking around.
"Naruto... Uzumaki..." he heard a woman's voice. Then he turned around and saw Hinata.
"Hinata?!" he said. Hinata was standing five feet away. "Where... Where are we?" he asked her.
"We're in Hinata's peaceful m
NaruHina High School Chapter 4 Finally Naruto and Hinata was on front of the class and Hinata was about to walk in until Naruto stops her. "Wait here..." he told her. Hinata looked at him confused. "Just trust me." he said smiling. Then walked in the class.NaruHina High School Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah! Mr.Uzumaki... What toke you so long?" a woman with long hair asked Naruto.
"You have a visitor outside in the hallway." Naruto said as he toke his seat.
Hinata was looking at the painting that was hung up on the walls. "Hinata?!" she heard a woman's voice. Hinata turned around and was about to cry. "Is that you Hinata?"
Then Hinata drop her bag and ran to the woman and embraced her. "Kurenai-sensai..." Hinata cried.
"It's been so long..." Kurenai said hugging her back. Then pushed her away a little. "You've grown... A lot!" she said surprised. Then hugged Hinata again. "I've missed you."
"I'm sorry..." Hinata apologized crying. "It's my fault... It's all my fault..."
NaruHina High School Chapter 5***Naruto's Dream***NaruHina High School Chapter 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Naruto found himself in a small white room. "This is-"
"I see you're back..." said a voice. Naruto turned around and saw Hinata as a small kid.
"You're..." Naruto said shocked.
"My age gets younger when Hinata's happyness starts to disappear..." Hinata explained. "Right now... It seems to be 14 years old... And when I'm a baby... That's when Hinata truly has no happyness at all..." Naruto looks at her shocked.
"But she looks happy every day! She's smiling and laughing!! Like she is truly happy!!" Naruto yelled.
"She's smiling as if she's happy... But let me ask you something... When you smile... Are you actually smiling?" Hinata asked Naruto looked at her wide eyes. "When you're laughing are you truly laughing? Tell me... Naruto Uzumaki... Since you seem to know Hinata more than I do..."
Naruto looks at the groun
Restart Your SoulConnect your heart to your brain,Restart Your Soul3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rewire your mind.
Adjust your settings:
Feelings – on
Violence – off
Thinking – active
Restart your soul.
Restarting optical devices.....
Fine tuning audio input.....
Removing preset filters on incoming data.....
Starting truth detectors in heart cells.....
Reconfiguring speakers to inhibit white noise.....
Turn off auto pilot?
Yes / No
Stop the robotic movements of your hands, you can do better.
NaruHina High School Chapter 6 Naruto and Hinata were walking to school until a paper bomb was thrown at them. Naruto didn't sense it coming but Hinata did and tackled Naruto out of the way. Then slide in the ground. "Naruto-kun! Are you okay?!" Hinata asked.NaruHina High School Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm fine... What about you?" Naruto asked helping Hinata up.
"I'm alright..." Hinata said smiling.
"Who are you and what do you want?!" Naruto yelled. Then five men that was wearing black cloaks with red clouds on them. Naruto looked at then shocked. "Akatsukis!" Naruto said angrily. "You here to take me with you?!"
"No... We're for the girl..." one of then said pointing at Hinata. "We need her power..."
Naruto ran in front of Hinata. "You're not gonna lay a finger on her!" he yelled.
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata said shocked. Then Sasuke, Kurenai and Sakura showed up.
"Naruto! What's going on?!" Sakura asked. Then sees the Akatsukis in front of them. "They're her
Happy Birthday Hinata: Simple DateHappy Birthday Hinata: Simple Date2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Happy Birthday Hinata: A simple Date
Naruto x Hinata
Hinata glanced around the unfamiliar foliage of the forest. She couldn't help but wonder where Naruto was taking her. Then again, a blush formed on her face. She didn't mind as long as she was with Naruto. Being at his side filled her with confidence. He was her passion and together they could accomplish anything. "Ano, Naruto-kun, how much farther are we going to do?"
"It's not that much funnier Hinata-chan. What's wrong, those sweets making you sluggish?" he playfully teased as Hinata's face went crimson.
"Naruto-kun." A whine escaped her lips. She knew he was joking, but considering her nature, Hinata was rather bashful about talking about her figure. Whether it be bad, but honestly it was more along the lines of compliments. There was even a time Hinata thought that Naruto wouldn't find her appealing because of her rather large breasts. Thankfully, Naruto, while a healthy young man he wasn't a perverse fiend.
A probably incomplete list - second draft -*New*: even more lovely people and slippery hugs added!A probably incomplete list - second draft -9 months ago in Personal More Like This
I wanted to make a list of all the special people I would like to thank for being around this year. I am awfully scared I might forget someone important so I kept procrastinating this. To make sure I do not procrastinate this to the year after next year I'll start with it now - but as an officially incomplete list. So if you're not on it yet, please don't feel neglected. My mind is just a squishy squashy messed up placed sometimes and I might be adding you later. (Purposefully not defining when exactly later is )
So I would like to give a big hug and a giant THANK YOU to the following special people:
[Tight Hug][Tight Hug]
First of all, BloodshotInk who was the first person to watch me. ( I don't even know why she did, because by the time she did I think I was only writing fanfiction. ) She is a wonderful, fascina
defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,defeathered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have lent all mine away; I am
something entirely ignorant, in the dark,
believing fingers fumbling can find answers.
they never told me reflections are backwards
and the world spins the wrong way and
hurricanes are really an embodiment
of all our own withdrawals:
but one day, these walls will crumble,
and I will learn to breathe in dust.
Rubber BandI am a rubber bandRubber Band1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that can stretch
into any direction
to a certain extent.
I can stretch further
into one direction
than into two directions
than into three directions
than into infinite possibilities.
But I want to stretch
into every direction possible
with the maximum range.
How far before I snap?
(Or can I learn how to choose first?
Can I learn how to shape shift
according to relevance?
To lean towards the essential,
letting go of distractions?
Can I learn
which is the perfect extent
for each of my directions?
So that I may have tension
without growing weary?
So I might slowly stretch my horizon
a little further than before
into each of the relevant directions ?)
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
LebenEgal was wir in unserem Leben tun,Leben2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
egal welche Entscheidungen
wir "richtig" oder "falsch" treffen,
egal wie wir aussehen oder sind,
das Leben geht weiter.
Irgendwie, auf Umwegen oder Abwegen,
es sucht sich auf jeden Fall seinen Weg.
Ob Scheitern oder Aufstieg,
ob gut oder schlecht,
das Leben geht weiter.
Bis wir uns entscheiden
es zu beenden.
Der noch so kleinste Tropfen,
kann das Fass zum überlaufen bringen.
Emergency - We need your crisis plans!You are in a deep crisis and people really want to support you – but how the hell are they supposed to do that?Emergency - We need your crisis plans!9 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
Treat others like you want to be treated sound like a good idea. But the truth is some people want to talk, while others just want to be hugged. Some want to be left alone, while others need you to walk after them. Some people even have special words they use when they really urgently need help.
So how can we help you?
To answer this question, we need you crisis plans. Write down how you want to be treated in case of emergency.
Here are some crisis plans for your inspiration:
camelopardalisinblue was the first one to ever formulate such a crisis plan:
sacredZinja's crisis plan:
chromeantennae's crisis plan:
My own personal crisis plan:
So what's this good for?
Those crisis plans
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematiciansOf Snake Charmers and Trees1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that calculate the gravitational pull
that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly unromantic,
searching for logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that without fractals
there would be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spät, da klopft es leise,Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.
„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,
Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“
„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,
Wo auch im Bett ich könnte liegen?“
„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,
So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“
So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,
Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,
Ließen dann den Ring reinplumpsen
Hörten laut des Berges Rumsen,
Danach sie flogen wieder heim,
Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
An Old AugustI watch youAn Old August5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the amber afternoon,
sun on its midway
you won't let me help
only half of them
make it to the bowl.
I smile back
at your playful eyes
It feels like
an old August,
in my stomach
some sort of sadness
some sort of joy.
Last night's thunderstorm
has left the ocean agitated,
Life is nothing
but a vacant place, today
and we shall
let it be,
let the world
wait for us, today.
on my piano bench,
I play for the cat
a winter Debussy
I could tell
mechanicI want to kiss every aching wound you have,mechanic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes;
This dripping heart of mine can only feel,
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth,
so I only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that I care all too much.
In order to fix you up again,
I would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but I just haven’t figured out how.
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because being okay is expected,
if we’re not okay, that’s not okay,
what can we do to be okay?
we can scribble illegible words
on a canvas made for by painters
masquerading as notebook paper,
and hope that we can sell the burn
of stinging emotions for some paper.
but the funny thing about that thought?
is that american money isn’t paper,
it’s 75% cotton and 25% linen fibers.
so even the money you'd earn from your misery,
isn't anything you can write on
when you realize your money isn't
made to heal. even if it does talk.
but it never really ever says enough, does it?
But that's okay...
being okay is the hardest thing we do
because sticks and stones do break bones,
but you can hide the scars
with a jacket or longer sweatshirt.
or put on pants as opposed to athletic shorts.
words kill, words heal, and words are so much more.
and you can't hide the scars that riddle your face,
the way your
Tips on Getting Me Through a CrisisLove me.Tips on Getting Me Through a Crisis9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Remember I am still
the woman you know.
I am still found
in every part
of this body's rhythm--
I am in the ka-thump, ka-thump
of my heartbeat,
the steady flow
of blood that courses rivers
on its way to these limbs.
Remember that. Even when I seem gone,
I am still here.
Do not promise to never leave.
People leave. Hearts grow old
and heavy; I do not want
to be a burden you carry--
I do not want to be an obligation
to a promise.
If you need to leave,
leave, but be honest
if you tell me
you're coming back.
Ignore the voice in your head
lying to you. I am tired. I am weary,
but my heart has not gone
and I still appreciate you.
Forgive me for not singing
my usual songs. I have not forgotten
or moved on without you,
but the plover nestled behind my tonsils
swoops, swoops. She believes
she protects me, even as her beak
splits my throat.
Remember and remind me.
I may be hiding
beneath the covers,
tucking myself into a cupboard
like a skeleton,
or scratching through walls
Masken des eigenen SelbstMasken.Masken des eigenen Selbst4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Wir alle tragen sie.
Ziehen sie auf, um uns zu schützen,
uns zu verbergen.
Wir nutzen sie, um nicht jedem zu zeigen
wie es darunter aussieht.
sind Teil eines jeden Lebens.
Doch gibt es auch jene Wesen unter uns,
das sie die Masle noch tragen.
die Maske bei den wahren Freunden,
Die Maske verschwimmt und wird Teil der Existens.
Viele sagen, das es nicht schlimm sei
und begreiffen nicht,
dass sie sich hinter einer Fassade der Menschlichkeit verstecken.
Das eigene Wesen, die eigene Seele,
sie wird verdrängt, hinter einer Maske versteckt
sol und darf nicht zum Vorschein kommen.
Falsche Wichtigkeit, falsches Sehen,
falsche Werte und falsche Aufrichtigkeit,
das sind die Folgen.
Spiegelt man dies, so heißt es,
das man nicht verstehen würde,
das es doch nur Sebstschutz sei.
Doch ist es das wirklich ?
Ist es nicht viel mehr reine Bequemlichkeit geworden ?
Warum was zeigen und was teilen ?
Es versteht doch keiner &
The Key That Changed The WorldThe Key That Changed The World6 months ago in Historical More Like This
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings— people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans— struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individ
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flowerOur Weight and Ropes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones