Rotten LuckRotten Luck5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The scent of blood is heavy on himcoppery with the sulfuric edge of his demon kind. Well, he is only half demon. They are only half his kind. She turns away from him, her expression veiled, forcefully neutral.
Devils may cry
She turns back to him and finds his pale eyes directed up at the sky. What remains of the putrid creatures they'd just routed deteriorates into nothing but dust. Her gaze focuses on his hidden orbs, shrouded by that striking silver hair. What do demon tears taste like? The question is abrupt, but very solid in her mind. She tries to shake it away.
"I bet they would taste bitter as Hell." She whispers quietly to herself, the declaration involuntary and somewhat unnerving. Why would she say that? She glances furtively at him to see if he'd heard her. There is no reaction. He continues staring up at the clouds, his jaw set and his lips upturned by a peaceful frown.
If he had heard her, he wasn't letting on that he had. She inhales carefully, her hea
Rain - a Devil May Cry fanficIts raining again.Rain - a Devil May Cry fanfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dante spoke the words to no one in particular, staring up into the grey sky, his eyes shielded by the hair that his mother always had nagged on him to cut. Why couldnt he just follow the example of his brother? seemed to be the unvoiced question she had wanted to ask but never dared voice out loud. Still, Dante didnt need to hear it to know that it was what she wanted, and he would only scowl and do precisely the opposite to whatever Vergil would have done.
He always did the exact opposite to what his twin did. If Vergil read Dante would throw away the books; if Vergil practised with swords Dante used guns to train.
At first it had been because he hated looking precisely as the immaculate firstborn son of the Dark Knight Sparda, but later on he did it just because he realized that no matter what he did, he would never be as perfect as his brother.
Not that he ever had cared much for being as stiff and unyielding like his silv
The Ritual of CrossingI.The Ritual of Crossing10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ritual of passing through
your heart and into the void
is stuck in the sudden emptiness,
and the scattering of an estranged wind
that whistles so loudly into my ears.
I'm on my own, frozen
inside the longing for
the old breeze that holds
your scent, laughter and
the little taps you left along my neck.
The ritual of passing through
my skeleton and back into your heart
is probably a kite of bright blue
that's born out of the scorching pain in my ribs.
It'd bend its wings a little and soar
right into the hand you use to protect
your eyes from a sun that
doesn't shine as bright for me.
I left you the light, instead
I sipped water out of your hands
and decided to live, even a little.
I still have tears waiting for me,
echoing in the distance, chanting
the tones of a broken heart
You never said my blood would burn
the minute I find rest in another's arms.
You never told me I'd suffer
three hundred and sixty five days
of blazing flames.
I always thought th
Maps Not Meant for FollowingI bet you missed me when I went away. “You’ll come back,” you thought. When I didn’t you bit your lip, but was sure I would make it with time. After the next day, and the day after that, the doubts started to creep in. You caught yourself sucking in a painful breath whenever you saw something of mine lying around. Bits of my life left with you would slither into your sight when you least expected it the same way the memories would swamp you if given the slightest chance.Maps Not Meant for Following2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When days turned into a week, you entered into a hush drunk state: eyes bleary and sore from holding back any semblance of emotion. You were quiet, but not calm. Your hands became tumultuous storms when you'd glance over at our picture, fingers becoming tidal waves as you would toss it onto the bed. You were tired, but not nearly tired enough to forget.
On its own, you would find your body shaking at the brush of your own fingers across your skin, a reminder of where I touched you last. An
If I CouldIf I could,If I Could2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd climb over the walls of fate,
pick your days one by one,
make sure they're filled
with happiness and joy.
If I could,
I'd go to the farthest shrine.
The top of the highest mountain,
and steal two clouds out of heaven
only to place them as pillows under your head.
If I could,
I'd fill your bed with rose petals,
break a thousand bottles of perfume,
and offer you a small jar that holds
the scent of earth after the first rain.
It's as simple as such,
my gifts will never be
in the hands of another,
For you're the one I call love.
What my father taught meFather you're drunkWhat my father taught me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Father I'm high
I see the way you destroy yourself
And it destroys me too
Mom struggles to pay bills
You struggle to catch a thrill
Why is it so hard to to move on?
You lost a mother
but I lost a father
Karma and cocaine
Drinking beer all day
This is your life
Can't you see the way I suffer?
I may be a strong motherfucker
but I just want you back
I want the father who I saw a hero
I want the father who tried to raise me
I'm just trying to save you from drowning
I'm sorry your life is so suffocating
but try to understand
I should have never learned what you showed me
You showed me how to forget
Just put this in your body
and you wont feel a thing
But thats just it
I never feel a thing
I've become so numb and bitter
Teach me something else Dad
Teach me how to pull the trigger
how to hold it to my head and forget
Just put this in your body
And now you're almost dead
And at your grave I shall invite your Closest friends
Corona & Cocaine
I hope when you die
Missing you - Dante x VergilMissing you - Dante x Vergil7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its been one of those days you get up, and you know that everything you touch will go wrong, no matter what. I had that strange feeling about it just when I got up. It felt like some people act on a Friday the 13th, but it seemed that there was no proper reason for it. I took a shower that lasted almost half an hour, like I used to do every morning, but that actually didnt help. Nervously I went down to the shop afterwards, the towel still in my hands. It wouldnt have been the first time for someone to attack me right away, but nothing happened. I looked around the room, but even here nothing special showed up. Last evenings Pizza was still lying around on my desk, but strangely enough, I didnt want it. With my hair dried I grabbed my clothes and put them on. Time to start business though. It would have been a wonder if anyone had called that day anyway, but I couldnt help it but to stare at the phone while sitting beyond my desk. I knew that
Blackfish, GoldfishBlackfish, void of ocean's blueBlackfish, Goldfish2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where blindness grants immortal view
Of infinite, crisp, and cryptic hues
Your unseeing roars and blissful mews
Saturation sanded away
Your color bleached with ebony
And though your veins are void of blood,
The darkness gives you room to breathe
Goldfish dying in the sun
Glamour asphyxiates your lungs
Your soul flails through hot molten gold
Gasping in your glowing bowl
And though you croak with no real chance,
You shine on still and drown in light
To dance your glitz in human hands
Until you savor Blackfish's night
Protect MeProtect me from strangers,Protect Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those that want to harm.
Protect me from liars,
Using me for their good.
Protect me from my heart,
It's so easy to break.
Protect me from the voice,
She has such anger.
Protect me from depression,
It can overwhelm.
Protect me from myself,
I'm the biggest threat.
Silent WarsBeaten and broken down with sharp wordsSilent Wars2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That scratch and tear at your skin
The people who believed everything they heard
Don't question why, but like to join in
Dragging our feet through broken glass
Trying to ignore the bloody sight
As long as we carry on walking past
We must be getting somewhere, right?
We are angry and we are in pain
From people with no sense of empathy
We want answers to prove we're not to blame
Hard to find in a world full of apathy
We're the soldiers who don't make a sound
And we fight our own battles alone
We may be more lost than found
But we survive every stick and stone
If you dare think that because we don't speak
Of what misery, stress and pain we are in
That we are not fighting, and that we are weak
Then you need to look deep down within
Have you ever fought a battle inside
Without anyone else knowing?
Because you don't want to lose your pride
We don't want to be judged for the pain we're showing
We are worried but we are aware
That there are people you ca
Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'Read At Your Own Risk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Hoosiers.
Pitch. Black. Darkness.
My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.
I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.
You know when you hear your house creaking late at night? That's not your house.
You know when you hear your kitchen tap dripping late at night? That's not your tap.
You know when you hear your cat breathing softly next to you? That's not your cat.
Because I know of his existence, he is coming f
After SchoolDante leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. The yellow number two pencil dangled from in between his lips as he chewed on the soft pink eraser. At the age of ten Dante knew that academic studies were pointless.After School5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Each day he stared at the clock anticipating when it would strike three in the afternoon setting him free. Every day he ran home away from the monotonous math and hum drum history. He would dart in front of cars causing them to honk loudly as he darted across the streets. He would round the large porch of his house tossing his book bag up the steps to slam against the entry way door signifying to his mother that he had arrived safely. His feet would pound into the ground skidding to a stop in front of the large wooden gate that hid the backyard and all its secrets from nosey neighbors. His small fingers would fumble with the lock before at last relenting to allow him entry into his haven.
Dante would slink in nearly forgetting to lock the door behind him remembering as he t
Red Lips, Blue LipsCrimson lips of sultry nightsRed Lips, Blue Lips2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lush and smooth and kissable
Seductress tools to tease and temper
Blue and purple lips, like death
Your eyes are closing off the day
Grim claws are closing on your throat
Until you feel life slip away
Pink and pretty lips, so young
Fresh and elastic with honeyed youth
Lips not afraid, yet, of this world
With no fear to speak the truth
Busted lips of hopeless nights
And screams of feeling weak and small
Terror of being hurt again
When he towers over you, so tall
Black lips painted with the times
A metal ring pierced on the lower
Misunderstood, not yet a woman
Make-up caking, until you're older
Smoking lips of green cigars
Sitting on the street all night
A lighter running out of gas
Asking strangers for a light
Bitten lips, excitement flowing
Trying hard to get a grip
But that gets impossible to do
When face to face with Crimson lips
The Glorified BabysitterThe Glorified Babysitter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Glorified Babysitter
Damien had been screaming non-stop for over an hour. It was going on two in the morning. Integral paced the sitting room of her quarters, bouncing her son in her arms, trying desperately to settle him. She had been running on three hours of sleep a night for two weeks because of this. Damien had begun this nightly tirade at roughly seven weeks old. He was almost three months and she still couldn't figure out how to calm him. Nothing seemed to work. She had a sneaking feeling of what the boy needed, but she was in denial of the fact. The suspicion was made worse on the occasions when she attempted to breast feed. Damien had been born with teeth--specifically four ever-so tiny canines, and every time she gave him her nipple he would inevitably start biting her shortly after be began suckling.
She cooed to him as best she could, trying to calm him. She was so tired--she could actually feel the bags under her eyes. She had had sleepless, stressful nights over
Escaping Father I"Whoever brings her to my feet will be my new right hand!"Escaping Father I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her heart sunk at the words, her gaze shifting between the man who spoke and the knights who were also looking at him in a state of pure shock.
"You heard me, what are you waiting for?" he said again, pointing his finger at her. They weren't that far apart, her horse only a few feet ahead of his as they moved through the forest, enjoying a normal hunting trip, or so she had thought.
"Father, you can't be serious," she muttered, nudging her horse to move further away from him. "I don't understand father, am I not your only heir?"
He didn't answer, merely stared at her, his fingers trailing the diamond hilt of his sword, a dark smirk crossing his lips.
"Run!" she yelled at the horse, dashing through the forest, trying to escape the knights who gave chase. The sun slowly disappeared as she entered the darker parts of foliage. The low branches scraped at her face and clung to her cloak as she plunged deeper
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,A Night of Crows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams
— Arthur Crow © 2012
AloneI’m all aloneAlone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You’re far away
All I can hear,
Is the sound of me screaming your name
Here I am
All on my own
And all I can feel is
The warmth of your embrace
Where are you when
I need you the most?
Without you I just wonder around
Just like some pointless ghost
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, im not alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
Oh why can you just
Be with me tonight?
Here I am
Where am I?
There’s nothing left inside
And now I can’t see the light
I can’t, take this anymore!!
Where are you
When I need you the most?
Without you I just seem
To wonder around
Like some unwanted broken soul
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, I’m not alone…
Just say that I’m not alone…
When I close my eyes…
I see you upon a cloud..
Softly calling out to me…
And some where
I know that I
Will never truly be alone
Never be, alone…
JoyJoy isJoy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back-Story of a Body BagIn a graveyard stinking of teenage sneak-aways and rotten rain,Back-Story of a Body Bag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bag of lost memories and unfulfilled dreams wrapped in flesh
An unexpected rendezvous with death,
A one-night-stand gone wrong
Missing out on a wife
"Coping" in another man's bed
Wearing the knee-high lace stockings
She wore to the funeral that morning
Didn't even bother to change her dress first
Their marriage was in a body bag long before he was
A daughter, pink-lipped and choking on her first cigarette
Over her father's jellied stare
Eyes of worm-food jam
Never got to say good bye
Feather GraveyardIn a dark and dreary placeFeather Graveyard2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the trees of old,
Lie feathers by the thousands
Without stories to be told.
For as long as I remember,
They've been littered on the ground,
Bringing a certain sense of sadness
When you decide to look around.
Sometimes I try imagining
Just what happened here,
For standing in the feathers,
Different theories can come clear.
Maybe all the red birds
Had a hatred for the blue,
And so they started fighting
Until those left were only few.
And then after the war,
The bird-bodies slowly faded,
Leaving behind their feathers;
Colors gone, now gray-shaded.
Then again, maybe it was
An angel from above,
Who fell right down from heaven
And landed in the dust.
Maybe they had lost their wings
Because they'd done a wrong,
And had given up their feathers
Just to try and move along.
But I guess that those aren't likely;
Maybe the ground's just scarred
With thousands of tiny memories -
A little feather graveyard.
Human thoughtShe is what some call an ideal.Human thought2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why did the roads of our destiny cross? No one knows. Hell is waiting for me, since the Gods made me taste paradise. There is no weak words to describe her ; pejorative becomes meliorative, this embittered perfection of her face reminds me those delightful paintings of Goddesses.
If Beauty and Charm melt into a being, this very abject being would suffer of her heavenly presence.
This infinity of sensations in her gaze, make feel and shudder of everything best this world offers.
Alike a luminary with a human face: only needing to be to shine brightly, no one can touch her, inaccessible.
Faint men would fight ; I would fight, slay, die, just to feel her breath.
Such misfortune for the inept man who, goofy, dullard, can only think about one thing.
Such fortune yet that the only thing I think about is Her.
Winter's ChildAutumn is nature’s reminderWinter's Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that nothing lasts forever
and it is not by circumstance
I am brought to this despair
Every being chooses the bounty of life
And the sweet sting of death…..
I am winter’s child
gracing this pensive space
Bleeding red in the depths
Of snow white
My eyes are crystal blue
Searching for the simplicity
And warm hearth of home
In the midst of glittering lights nestled in an
Inky sky---lonely stars
Accompany the night
As a solitary wolf howls
At the moon---