Yullen - Po obiedzie(...)Yullen - Po obiedzie3 years ago in Humor More Like This
- Hej, Kanda... co ty tam robisz?
- Co jest?
- Ja się pytam, co jest...
- Nie wiem o czym ty mówisz.
- No o tym, co przed chwilą robiłeś!
- A co ja niby takiego robiłem?
- No właśnie o to się Ciebie pytam.
- Nic takiego nie robiłem.
- Ale C O robiłeś?
- Mówię przecież, że nic takiego.
- Musiałeś przecież "coś" robić.
- Przestań mnie w końcu denerwować!
- Co to był za dźwięk Kanda?
- Nie chciałbyś wiedzieć.
- Więc jednak coś robiłeś!?
- A jak mógłbym niczego nie robić?
- Przed chwilą mówiłeś, że to nic takiego...
- Bo to nic takiego.
- A jednak coś...
- OSTRZYŁEM MUGENA!!$#%$#**$@!&^#&@!!!
Allen W. i mistrz eliksirow 1Re-make Harry'ego Pottera z wykorzystaniem postaci z D.Gray-Mana.Allen W. i mistrz eliksirow 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Autorki: Gaia (Kanda) i Ravika (Allen)
Biegnę długim, krętym, korytarzem. Oczy mam zalane łzami, poszarpane ubranie i krew spływającą z kącika ust. Obijam się o ściany, przewracam się o własne nogi. Nie wiem, co powoduje, że jestem tak wystraszony. Czyżbym przed kimś uciekał? Za plecami słyszę ciężkie, powolne kroki. Echo odbija się od ścian, serce podchodzi mi do gardła.
- Allen? - słyszę znajomy, ciepły głos, całkowicie nie pasujący do tej sceny. - Allen!
Otworzyłem szeroko oczy. Już nie byłem w tym okropnym korytarzu, tylko w sypialni. Lavi pochylał się nade mną, jego dłoń spoczywała na moim ramieniu.
- L-lavi? - jęknąłem, siadając i wpatrując się w niego, zdziwiony. Jest noc.
Not So Wrong ValentineSeria: D.Gray-ManNot So Wrong Valentine6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ostrzeżenia: Moyashożerna Lenalee, gównianość walentynkowego oneshota ._.'
W momencie w którym otworzył oczy, Kanda Yuu wiedział, że coś jest nie tak. Przez błękitno-fioletowy witraż okna wesoło świeciło słońce, rzucając na ciemne ściany roztańczone plamki koloru. Powietrze wypełniał przytłumiony, rozedrgany ptasi trel, którego normalnie egzorcysta nie słyszał w swoim pokoju.
- Co do - mruknął, siadając na łóżku. Rozrzucone w nieładzie atramentowe kosmyki włosów opadły na jego nagi tors. Zmarszczył brwi, przecierając oczy wierzchem dłoni. W tym momencie jakiś ptak o wyjątkowym braku chęci na dalsze życie przysiadł na parapecie, kwiląc. Osoby przebywające na niższych piętrach i w najlepsze zajęte d
treasureI watched beauty die today.treasure1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "I've lived too long
and now nobody knows
what I really am."
.A breach erupts on the constantly shifting, cerulean surface.6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
as a difference in temperature enfolds supple skin.
Already the notion of insincere signatures and infinite pages
seem a world too far from here.
Colossal silhouettes materialize from all angles, speaking,
singing; A sound that rumbles through you,
reverberating throughout you, echoing.
A melody we may only wish to comprehend, a tune
that reaches beyond the things that will not wait for us
above the cerulean surface.
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
seventeenmy teethseventeen5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the seats
in the wake
of my mouth
of the words
that have died
in my throat
I know you, I love youWe fall in love with the microscopic, rough-edged details of people. We crave the knowledge of our lovers, crave to know them the way nobody else can. In a way, these idiosyncrasies become our own personal gift, a sliver of our favorite person preserved within ourselves.I know you, I love you3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You love the way he licks his lips twice before saying something important, exactly twice, like he’s counting out two seconds to reclaim his composure.
You love how her fingertips smell like turpentine and lavender when she finishes a painting because she doesn’t stop until her brushes are clean, and then she spends too much time trying to scrub her hands fresh.
You love how he sometimes mouths the lyrics to songs under his breath, just loud enough to be audible over the radio, and you love the way he smiles and blushes and stutters when you notice him doing so.
You love her expression when she reads, shifting and flowing like a hundred butterflies in response to the words on the page; you love the frantic
Concrete and GraceConcrete and GraceConcrete and Grace6 years ago in General More Like This
I walked along the quietest places, the stillest waters where even the doves dare not go. I made her face from the clouds, smiling gently down at me. I was trying to remember everything, take every little detail and press it like a flower petal, forever beautiful, but constantly threatening to crumble into so much dust. It was a hard thing, but I know there are harder.
I have a red pen that I keep in my jacket pocket, a small reminder that she will always be next to my heart. I thought about getting a tattoo of her words, but a recreation could never match the quiet strains of memory, and memory is all I have now.
I reach the place where the sidewalk ends, cracked concrete dropping piece by piece into the quay. I stand, toes of my sensible sneakers inches from the edge, staring into the ominous sky. The clouds that remarked on her visage only moments ago thunder up, explosively, big dark reminders of summer's wrath.
I bounce slowly from foot to foot, staring into the
What Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?Ode to morose pleasantriesWhat Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their vapors swallow my day
Burden the winds with gloomy ember
Conjurer of sorrows I dare not remember
And stew in contempt
Estranged from beating solace
I am stripped of fellowship lively and bold
When heartfelt companions were squandered and sold
Recall the nights of quivering elation
Firm and whole
Young with promise
They perished along with the caring few
Fated to die aside the morning dew
Ode to quiet scorn
Bland with mundane worry
True wonders rot in its hollow reign
For dreary silence has become their bane
What became of the lightening’s flair?
Of the pursuant thunder that had its way
What of the restless chatter of youth?
Unknowing of the morrow’s loom
Unfazed by its devilish bloom
The Final UnsheathingIn restThe Final Unsheathing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I conjure the execution
Far from the grimy reaches of truth
The weight of reality
That binds my aspirations
Sends me to waft
Strung up and expelled from the earth
How I ponder the demise
Of a rolling Goliath
High and mighty, its glimmering glory
To slay the eternal light
And burden them all
With the twists and curves my daily sorrow
Through squalor these plots fester
A cancer, sprawling through the mind
It soon prevails over my meek flesh
Rotting the lonely remnants of my stranded virtue
Through this splintered wilderness
Home of the frayed
Callous and ill
I call upon, the mighty reach of vengeance
To be swift and ruthless
Devoid of mercy and distinction
The foul words
Preaching its deafening ridicule
Meanwhile, I dangle waning
Force- fed the final glints of consciousness
I am propelled to solitude
Catapulted from the earth
To commune with weightlessness
Adrift in bliss, I voyage home
Cradled within myself
Hungering for just a little more
Atop sheets of
.All that exists of what used to be you is an organ,.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Self DestructI pressed self destruct many moons ago,Self Destruct1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry I never told you, I never let you know.
I told you when we started I was just a lost cause,
I wasn't seeking approval, I wasn't seeking applause.
You see I'm not as brave as you think I am,
Inside I try to keep it all blocked, like a river and a damn.
If only you could look into my soul and see whats going on,
Maybe then you'd understand, I feel I'm the only one.
And even though you broke my walls I't doesn't mean I'm healed,
Because even though I let you in theres thing's I never revealed.
You were my lighthouse in the storm, you were the one that felt like home,
I thought you were the one, I loved you, if only you had known.
drowning poets in the morningDear poetry,drowning poets in the morning1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I wear you like a bruise
- hold this against me.
A cup of tea
and an element of fear,
The jewels in my crown
Unfortunately we are
talking in their sleep
because I'm too afraid to fly in daylight
there's not a glass slipper left
so tell me the truth;
this is checkmate,
another book bites the dust,
and loneliness drowns
the confessions of a misguided poet.
.she wants to taste the moon.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
between forefinger and thumb she
plucks it from the sky, and like
some great pearly gobstopper
rolls it over her tongue,
licks the dust from her
shuts her eyes
Teacher's pet 11 -yuri-It's not like that. We really like each other. I think... "I-I-w-we-" I couldn't explain.Teacher's pet 11 -yuri-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She leaned closer and kissed my cheek lightly. "Well I like you too."
Woah. What is with these teachers? "B-but..."
"I want to be as close to you as she is..." She pulled me closer and looked at me.
Sure why not? It's not like me and Mrs. Star have real feelings for each other (I think). And Mrs. Star has her husband on the side and all I have is someone who says they love me just to get in my pants. So yeah. Why the fuck not?
I turned and pushed my lips up to her small delicate ones.
Not much spark.
I mean with Mrs. Star I felt the rush, the heat and the fireworks, all at once. But with her... it wasn't the same...
She hugged me to pull me closer, lips still on mine.
"ALEX KAYLA BROD!" A voice boomed through the library.
I broke away quickly and jumped up away from Miss. Foxx's lap, breaking from her hold.
"What the fuck is this?!" Mrs. Star yelling stomping over to me with anger in her eyes.
.i keep a garden of.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dead leaves, their amber
ribs crack under my
feet, and i smile
the flowers turn their
backs on me
ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
My ResumeGood reading comprehension,My Resume1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
adequate typing skills,
adept at mental math and making
statistical graphs from lists of information.
Experience with computer programming,
thorough proofreading abilities complemented
by an inclination toward triple-checking.
I can develop fictional hierarchies
to understand the social politics surrounding
and talk for hours about nothing,
rattle off facts about Isherwood, Turing, Nilsen.
Boredom doesn’t affect me,
I read the labels on everything,
pull the clutter out of my closet just
to put it all back in a less ergonomic order.
Three days is the longest I’ve been silent,
I can smile at anyone
without a genuine drop of affability,
and pace my apartment for minutes or days or hours.
Caffeine and nicotine and THC
are the only drugs I’ve recently ingested,
my hands are steady,
I can pick false dichotomies out of advertisements.
My patience for useless tasks is endless,
I can stand on my head,
almost suck my own cock,
hairline .:commish:."Life is only ever crashing cars," she says,hairline .:commish:.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
resting the glass against her bottom lip. "It's all
sound and shrapnel
and diesel stains--" and she
takes a swig--
"and here we are,
picking up the pieces."
You top her up with her
favorite poison as the glass hangs loose
on pianist fingers. She smiles, shows
wouldn't I know?"
If life is measured in broken windshields, hers
runs deep and self-inflicted--
twisted drunk in a haze of
and chemical backwash.
And here you are,
some quiet ambulance--excavating venom
from her mess of scrapyard steel and
SynesthesiaaloneSynesthesia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes like the first grass of spring,
and the tender shoots
stick in my throat
and i cough.
feels like a hard, oval sugar-disk
that is yellow in color and tastes like
is the melty-blue sky
when the wind kicks up,
and it has the emptiness of a
is brown and vast and breathtaking,
as if the awesome landscape deserves your air
more than you do.
and awesome feels like
popcorn in my shins,
hard kernels exploding into
slippery, fat puffs
that just disintigrate.
is a funny word because it has three i's
and it is rust-red like a river
and reminds me of chalk.
is a slap in the face with
a cool sheet of red metal.
it bubbles up like boiling water.
face is different
if it's mine or yours,
or if i'm facing something
smooth and white and cold
like a marble statue of the sky.
Her Favorite ColorOne of the first things I ask people when trying to get to know them is, "What's your favorite color?" I can name the favorite color of every person I've ever had a crush on, every close friend or any interesting person I've met over the last two years. I forget names all the time, I forget important dates, favorite song titles or the day we met, but I never forget colors. Maybe it says something about my character that such a superficial detail matters to me the way it does, but I even have trouble saying I know people well if I don't know their favorite color.Her Favorite Color4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Needless to say, the day someone couldn't give me that distinction put me through a loop like no other. I had met Selena two weeks prior during our school's first Gay Straight Alliance meeting of the year, a club dedicated to spreading acceptance and whatnot. I didn't really identify as anything in particular, but the people that went were all so interesting I attended simply for the company. By identifying as "questioning" I w
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.Breakup Speech1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
GravityI promise I’m not like everybody else.Gravity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not here to
I’m not here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
Please don’t say I’m like everybody else.
Because I’m not here to
But sometimes, gravity is
Sometimes you’re going to
But I promise, even if I’m not there…
I’ll still be there, for you.