MAKORRA: When Expecting4Yellow.MAKORRA: When Expecting41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The color looked so foreign on her. But, it was the only thing she had that fitted at the time and where she was going.
“Hey Korra, if you want to make it to the ferry on time, we need to go.” He said as he walked in their bedroom while buttoning up his jacket. He looked up and saw his expecting wife looking at herself in the mirror. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in Air Acolyte clothing.” He walked up behind and rested his head on her shoulder as he laid his hands on her growing belly.
“Oh shut up, you’ve seen me in them before when I trained. Besides, Pema gave it to me when she saw that my other maternity dress looked small to her. She was right; this is fitting and comfortable at the same time.” She smiled at her own joke.
“Well you look nice.” He then quickly kissed her cheek and began to walk back to the door. “Now come on, will you? You told Tenzin we would be at
Morning WhisperOne morning I opened my eyes,Morning Whisper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
woke up buried under a mountain of lies.
Unable to move as the tears started rolling,
I crouched and whispered to myself:
Same evening I closed my eyes,
as I went sleeping I was buried alive.
Make a WishChildren,Make a Wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With their eyes facing upward,
To the starry night,
In which dreams reside,
With a passion,
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesAshes to Ashes6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust
Who are you? "A cat just died."Who are you?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Optimist: " Cat's have nine lives! He'll be back by tomorrow."
Pessimist: " Oh poor kitty, its poor owner is going to be so sad; he won't have any friends anymore."
Realist: "The cat died... Lets bury it."
Sentimentalist: "The Cat just died! We should hold a funeral, and have flowers on its grave every day for a month and then once every month!"
Fatalist: "Okay, the cat died."
Opportunist: "We could trace the causes of death for research purposes."
Sadist: "Oooh! I can take the cat to my basement and do experiments on it! And make the kid who owned it witness my scientific adventures! Hahaha!"
Philonoist: "I must go and console the poor child whose cat just died."
One Year----------One Year3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha (canon) and Ashton Uchiha (oc)
Warning: some language and semi-leamon
"I'm just tired of all this shit," Ashton screamed as she held herself in anger.
"What are you talking about? You're the one who's losing it," Sasuke argued back.
The two were standing at the front of their home. Sasuke just returned from a mission and after Ashton finished healing his wounds she told him how she felt. Every time Sasuke had returned from a mission he was always covered in bandages.
"I'm not losing it, you are! It's been the same thing every time you come home. Always bloody because on those dumb ass missions you go on you through yourself into the middle of the fight and get the shit beat out of you. I'm tired of this Sasuke. You're twenty-seven and a father, you need to be more cautious. I don't want the day to come where I have to tell our kids that you died because you wanted to be a stupid hero," Ashton screamed as her eyes started to fill with tears.
Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit todayTea with the Rabbit10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the same as every day,
every single day and every single night.
And when he danced and sang
I could not join in merriment
for the ropes that bound did not budge
He would scream and cry while sipping tea,
and I would laugh while hiding tears.
He said he was late,
for what I know naught,
but he did not leave my nightmare.
“The Queen of Hearts is evil!”
And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help
but wonder if she was really the evil one.
Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor,
rammed his sword into my thigh
and grinned when I wept and bled.
And my one and only friend sat across,
sipping his tea without a care, mumbling nonsense.
The giant hat upon his head outweighed his judgement.
Tea was scalding as it poured down my throat,
he didn't care as his feet thumped down
pleas to stop fell on deaf cottontail ears.
And when the cry of ‘off with her head!’ sounded
I couldn’t help but be relived and yet I still cried.
IcelandXReader: Jealous much?IcelandXReader: Jealous much?2 years ago in Settings More Like This
IcelandXReader: Jealous much?
You were having a staring contest with Emil's puffin. Mr. Puffin stared back. You gave up a few seconds later. "Ha I am the winner," the puffin said cutely. You were invited at Iceland's house for the day.
"Aw why are you so cute!" you said giggling and petted the bird on the head gently. Iceland watched you from the couch in jealously. You didn't notice but Mr. Puffin noticed and if a bird could smirk he would do so.
"I like you __________! I like you!" Mr. Puffin said landing on your shoulder and rubbed his cheek against yours. You giggled again. Mr. Puffin made a small glance at Emil. Emil looked away mad at the puffin.
"I like you too," you responded to the bird.
"Score," Mr. Puffin thought. Emil frowned.
"I am so useless " he thought face palming himself. You turned around to face your light haired friend and sat next to him. Mr. Puffin flew away and was now staring at the two of you.
"What's wrong Emil?" you said getting close to the boy.
The hope to dream againThe hope to dream again2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is when night falls that dreams awake. Traditionally the night is considered as a different world, where people are metamorphosed, where imagination has its place. I dream of fresh nights with a tender pink sky, I dream of elves living in the breath of life flourishing, singing their love for the beautiful night. With sweet dreams the night runs in the small forested village, where every glimmer of life is an endless spectacle.
And when the day breaks, the spirits of these creatures of the night get in rest. I wake up, I'm Kitty. I also dream to lie down at the top of a tree to get lost in the stars. My bubble, that few people can imagine, that might be difficult to assess. My Dreamscape that I share with a Swallow. Who knows how to fly, but who has fallen. If she falls once again, I'll be there with my clumsy paws.
I want to be a Kitten of those festival nights.
C'est quand la nuit tombe que les rêves s'éveillent. Depuis toujours la nuit est considérée com
A different worldIt was a normal day, except that it was my eleventh birthday, and thus the day I was supposed to pick a god and goddess. This decision would decide the rest of my life, was I going to be taught to be a doctor, an artist, a vet, or maybe a soldier? If you chose a deity of war you where taught to fight and to plan battles, if you chose one of wisdom you where taught to be a teacher, and so on. This also meant that the deities paid special attention to you on your eleventh birthday trying to either push you away or pull you closer depending on whether you might be useful to them or not. So it came as no surprise when I saw a grinning Jackal sitting by my locker, or when a tall Greek looking woman was standing beside him. The thing that made me sigh heavily was the realization that today I had to decide if I would follow my parents and become a member of the support staff who held no personal gods and attended a separate school from the other kids or go off to the region school for the souA different world2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
You asked for dark poetry.i will neverYou asked for dark poetry.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
QuotesHave you ever felt that feeling whenever you see someone, you freeze and your heart starts to beat so fast and you have to hold on to something so you wouldnt fall? Sometimes when they talk to you, do you utter stupid words and end up embarrassing yourself? Its not that you want it, but just the presence of that person makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Would you be brave and admit your feelings? What if its simply not meant to be, do you give up? Or keep trying and end up with nothing? Well, thats love. Its irony speaks, but you got to take risks to get answers. When you meet someone and you gradually fall in love with that person, try to express your love to her because every moment you wasted would be equal to tons of regret in the end. Dont wait until its too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they are gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry they wont hear you anymore.Quotes7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Stand upStand up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?Socially awkward1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
This Fire This fire is out of control, Im gonna burn this city, burn this cityThis Fire5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She sang along with it as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She glanced out the window at the vivid green leaves of the nearby trees; simultaneously feeling the poisonous misunderstanding.
She gathered the gallons of gasoline that she had been saving and smiled a deliciously evil smile.
She clad herself in black. Not even her eyes provided color; shining deep and stony grey.
It was time.
She poured gallons and gallons upon the streets, the stairs, the rooftops as she played the song that had taken control of her mind.
One match was all it took.
The sun was setting as the black smoke billowed into the darkening sky. Muffled screams emerged from the crumbling buildings but were promptly stifled. Those whose lives were lost joined her in the str
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerCreepypasta ABC's5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto