damaged goods.hearts don’t comedamaged goods.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with This Side Up stickers
and this metaphor is nearly
too worn-out for words ;
but I was bruised by the time
I landed on your doorstep, darling,
so every fight felt like
a forest fire, and every new compromise
tasted like cardboard ;
I had FRAGILE tattooed
all across my collarbones,
but that doesn’t mean
your hands were any less
APH Colours - 07. WhiteAPH Challenge: ColoursAPH Colours - 07. White5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
07- Delicate 'White' (France X Jeanne)
"I have to go, Francis"
"When will you be back?"
"... I won't"
Francis bit down hard on his tongue, trying to hold in an eminent scream of despair. He was going to lose her, he knew for sure. How would he survive without his angel?
"Francis, it's time. God is calling"
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He wanted to tell her 'stay', he wanted to be able to say 'don't go', but his lips wouldn't move.
His voice had been silenced by greedy hands.
Francis watched her walk away, her back straight like an arrow, carrying the hopes and dreams of his people. He screamed in his mind, he called out to her to 'come back', to 'stay with him forever'.
A blinding light shone, surrounding her in a benevolent aura. Her purity and innocence struck him most, bringing involuntary tears to his eyes. He wanted to run after her, catch her in his arms and keep her for h
TMNT RP - CapturedTMNT roleplayTMNT RP - Captured1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
This RP features mainly Donatello and Michelangelo
Walter:*is a professional hunter who went to New York City to take some time off, walks through the city with his wolf-hound Rag to his hotel, stops when Rag does by an alleyway, searches the ground when Rag sniffs it and growls unsurely*//There must be some sort of animal Rag doesn't know yet, that's odd.. what kind of animal could be in this city that wouldn't be in any other one?..//*spots some big reptilian footprints and scratches on the walls as if something had been fighting with claws or blades* Interesting.. I know I'm on holidays, but I think I should investigate this some more..
*later in the night*
Leo:*goes on patrol with the others, running over the rooftops*
Mikey: *while jumping on each rooftop with the others, to Raph* D: Just one comic? 8[
Raph: For the last time, NO!! >:[ There in good condition and I dont want your pizza smudges all over the pages!
Mikey: :c .. Ok..
Leo's New Fetish Part 4Leo's New Fetish Part 47 months ago in Romance More Like This
Leo's New Fetish
Pairing: LeoxMikey (Main), DonxRaph (Side)
Chapter Rating: T (Raph has a potty mouth)
Disclaimer: Turtles? I own not.
All Michelangelo could do was stare at Leonardo. His pupils had turned wide, as well as his whole iris. His mate was sitting on the floor of his bedroom making panties with a sewing machine. Their in control, leader, honorable brother was using a sewing machine.
This was messed up.
Donatello had been confused at first as well, until his mind began to wander as he looked at Raphael and then back down at the panties. It honestly was a quite sexy idea. To explore something like that with his relationship with Raph would be hot. Donnie tried to hide his grin at the image, the hothead would certainly kill him.
“Leo?” Mikey asked softly, looking at his mate as though he had two heads. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I am making some new panties for you. I have not be
SNKvsDCU: Rock HowardSNKvsDCU: Rock Howard1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Rock Howard
Abilities: Martial arts and sensing abilities
Official Team: None
Debut: Garou: Mark of the Wolves
Voice Actor: Matthew Mercer
Rock Howard was the only son Geese Howard ever had. However, he was raised by his mother Marie, who wanted to prevent him from reaching his father. She then passed away, leaving Rock without a mother. Sometime in life, Terry Bogard raised Rock as his son and trained him.
*Reppuken: Rock sends in an energy wave on the ground to hurdle at his opponent.
*Double Reppuken: A souble-projectile version of Reppuken.
*Rising Tackle: Rock ducks down and then kicks upward.
*Hard Edge: He rushes in to bash his opponent with a palm strike.
*Rage Run: He rises up as he punches his opponent and then punches him/her again as he lands down.
*Crack Counter: He counterattacks with either, depending on input, a round
couragethe day I realisedcourage6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may never taste your mouth again,
I threw myself
into the first cigarette I could find,
sputtering through the smoke
and greedily inhaling my death wish.
today, my hands smell like nicotine
and lighter fluid ;
and I wonder, if you were aching
would you still let them hold you?
isn’t always sacrifice -
sometimes it’s just alcohol,
or far too much loneliness,
or far too little.
I could have loved you forever,
if you’d been brave enough to let me.
How To Understand Introverted PeopleIt may seem at times I haveHow To Understand Introverted People6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little to offer when it comes
To the art of conversing,
Opting to remain in the shadows
Rather than to put myself
Directly in the centre like most.
Often any type of social situation
Is like a conflict zone in my eyes;
The amount of loud noises bubbling
From the throats of others, it's like
The consistent beat of a war drum.
As for any arguments, I feel as if
I'm caught in the firing line, the
Persistent sense of unease underling
The coat of my stomach triggers me
To turn tail and run for cover.
On the facade I'm a mere lone wolf,
Aloof, wanting nothing more than the
Entire room to lapse into silence.
I place no blame upon you for thinking
Wrong of the way I act - I must be
Awkward, I must not like making the
First move therefore I'm hard work.
Under the surface, I'm just like you,
Afraid of others judging me for the
Smallest and most stupidest things.
All I hope is to be welcomed, to be
Accepted by one, if not a few who
Takes the time to coax me out of my s
A brand new feeling-Quick CaptionA brand new feeling-Quick Caption5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ugh this is embarrassing.” Steven said walking the red floors of the Lampton hotel.
He and his buddy, Cole, were on their way to the private hut tub they had rented out for the weekend. But they weren't in normal male swimming attire. They were wearing bikinis that hugged their bodies and outlined their male instruments in abnormal proportions. Steven wore a red bikini and Cole wore a green one.
“You didn't have to agree with this pal. No one forced you.” Cole explained.
Steven sighed. “Why do you guys do this again?”
“Because if feels...you'll see. Did you spray the stuff on you?” Cole asked.
“Yeah I did.”
Steven threw his head up in the air. “Yes Cole I did. I sprayed down every inch of my body yeesh.”
“Alright alright just wanted to make sure. It's the only way this works.”
The boys approached the outside exit and walked onto the
SNKvsDCU: Terry BogardSNKvsDCU: Terry Bogard2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Terry Bogard
Abilities: Martial arts and ergokinesis
Official Team: Fatal Fury
Debut: Fatal Fury: King of Fighters
Voice Actor: Robert McCollum
Terry and Andy Bogard was raised by his father Jeff Bogard and trained in a martial art based on his fighting style. When Terry Bogard witnessed the brutal murder of his father at the hands of Geese Howard, he went to Tung Fu Rue for training. Terry partook in Geese Howard's King of Fighters tournament to defeated the evil crime lord, thus avenging Jeff Bogard's death.
*Power Wave: Terry punches the ground, sending a wave at his opponent.
*Burn Knuckle: He zips toward his opponent with a fiery punch.
*Crack Shoot: He flips around at his opponent with a kick.
*Rising Tackle: He ducks down to kick his opponent way up.
*Power Geyser: Terry punches the ground, forming an explosive geyser
Minato x Mitsuru ficI don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me. But I don't like illusionsMinato x Mitsuru fic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't see them clearly.
A crimson haired women made her way down a hallway escourted by a large man in his
forties and another women in her early thrities. The crimson haired women was
Mitsuru Kirijo the new head of the Kirijo group she was on her way to another board
meeting to decied the future of the group. However she has not been home or at school
in the last week and a half which caused a certain blue haired young man to worry.
He was told by alot of people she would be fine but to Minato Arisato he needed to
know if it was true becasue the same thing happen to him both of his parents died when
he was ten he knew the pain of losing ones parents better then anyone and he wanted to
comfort her in her hour of need. Sadly he was never able to even enter the front door
because they figured he would distract Mitsuru but he still never gave up he would see
her no matter what.
I don't care no i wounl
Dreams EndDreams EndDreams End8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was early morning when he received the call; the call that stopped his heart, and made his blood run cold.
s-shes ill? he stammered
It was very early still, he was barely even awake yet that was not the reason he faltered now at the news
yes Im sorry Ash, shes not been herself for a while now but what ever it was seems to have peaked now. We phoned you because well shes been drifting in and out of consciousness for several days now but in the times when it has been most hopeful that she would wake, she said your name Ash came the reply from the other end.
It was professor Oak who had called, having been spending a lot of time at the hospital along with Tracy, Mrs Ketchum and the three other girls.
For Ash though this was still a lot to take in. He was waking up more now, slowly, but even had he been wide awake he would have found it difficult to put into words the mixture of fear, worry and regret now playing throu
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's Okay5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to be mad.
It's okay to cry,
To not have the strength to try.
Sometimes people just need to
Let it all out,
Scream and shout,
And that's okay.
Admitting something's wrong
Doesn't take your strength away.
Ask for help
If you need it.
Don't feel weak
Just because you
Enough to move mountains.
Crying is good.
If you didn't cry
Just bottle it up
Until you burst.
You don't even
Need a reason
Just have a good cry.
Take a long bath
And watch a movie
That makes you laugh.
Bake a cake
Just for the sake
Of making something.
Lay in bed
Until the bad thoughts
Leave your head.
Just sit back and relax.
Because it's okay
To not be okay,
And to take a day
Just for you.
PubertyAsh, why wont you talk to us, sweetheart? Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. You know were all here for you. Were not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. Youre really worrying us.Puberty8 years ago in General More Like This
Its starting to get annoying, Ash! That was from my rival Gary. Because when youre throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your sons childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into the mus. Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?
First of all, Im not fat, and Garys a jerk. Next, Im not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that Im going to open me mouth and speak even though I havent for a while now. Its not going to happen because they
Moving OnSurrounded by darkness,Moving On8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside a black hole,
shying away from the world.
These tears slide across a cheek
don't wipe them away.
They are my scars,
they flow and flow.
A corset of words
cascade in my mind,
They pain me, and I fall,
They say that words can not hurt,
only rocks and stones,
How wrong they are,
these words cascade,
flooding the darkness,
my weathered cobblestones.
trying to forget.
The light breaks through,
will I finally leave this darkness?
the light fades.
darkness surrounds me.
Forget the words,
remember the good times,
remember the face,
The times we helped each other heal.
not quite understanding.
Now is the time to grow,
yet I always thought we'd all grow together.
These tears now are my badge of courage.
A badge of hope,
I walk into the light,
Warmth in t
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
The Little Fox Ch.12Little FoxThe Little Fox Ch.122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Big John packed the last of his vegetable crates onto the wagon, cushioned against two large piles of Oren’s furs and skins. Oren checked the harness again and then rubbed Peabody’s nose, grinning with appreciation when Marie held out a snack basket for his trip.
“Thank you, good lady,” he said, bowing with a chivalrous air. “Do you think you can stop by and check on Hanah for me later today?”
“So you’re not taking her?” Big John said, raising a surprised eyebrow.
“I told you he aimed to keep her,” Marie whispered, vindication in her voice.
Oren smiled at both of them. “No, she’s staying here.”
“And you...trust her?” Big John eyed him with concern.
“I do,” Oren said firmly, although he wasn’t sure of his answer. He hadn’t given much thought to whether she was trust-worthy or not since deciding she wasn’t a threat, but she seemed so innocent and
Half Broken SwordHalf Broken Sword3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took it upon myself to love and care for you
While your pain is unbearable, my love remains true
I sold my soul to become your shining light
I made my resolve to stand up and fight
As I heard the sounds of the music you play
I thought that my heart would never go astray
Just as I thought things were coming along
I'd never realize that fate would prove me wrong
As the blessings I gave turned out to be a curse
I would fear that things will only get much worse
All traces of what makes me human have been lost
My love for you would later be the cost
As things get worse for I'm about to see
A person whom I called a friend betrayed me
As she expressed interest in the boy who was my heart
It felt like my whole body got ripped apart
Everything I gave has been for naught
I started to question why I ever fought
As you now lay in the arms of the one who betrayed me
The only thing I have left is a broken heart and misery
As my mind and my heart descend into darkness
The negative and evil thoughts
She Said It Was AlrightNovember 7, 2005-MondayShe Said It Was Alright8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~She Said It Was Alright~
She tripped in the hall, her wrist broke her fall.
It throbbed all through the night, but she said it was alright.
Everyone got a plate of dinner, but they accidentally forgot her.
Shell go to bed hungry tonight, but she said its alright.
When she didnt get her goodnight kiss, it made her feel worthless.
She cried herself a lullaby, and said that she was alright.
When they didnt listen and she couldnt get their attention,
She gave up with a sigh and said shell be alright.
When she learned that being upset could be resolved by death,
She drew and wrote thoughts about suicide,
but she said that she would be alright.
She found that it was neat to be able to make herself bleed,
So she cut her skin with a pocket-knife, and said that it was alright.
Anger became so familiar, it was nothing new to her.
She was born listening to fights, but she said itll be alright.
She dreamt of morbid killings and blo
At The SermonMy oak heart rotting, carved and setAt The Sermon8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smelling of moss, with little slivers of bone inlay
I approach the congregation
pouring the resignation from my elk eyes, the stumbling limbs
my message is swallowed by the stone
I have guts
the colour of a rich velvet carpet
by the lights cutting at the angles
I see the day dying a porcupine death