It's all over us.In the end it's nothing, just another flaw to judge you by when you die. It's like the devil is taking tallies of the things you felt and did and is plotting them against you in your final resting hour.It's all over us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some enjoy living in the shadows.. under that ever pouring gray sky. Deeper and deeper into the chaos and darkness.. until we get so caught up in hurting, that all that's left of us is cold flesh and empty eyes.
Friend. I've see this look before, so clearly in the mirror. I can't say I didn't enjoy the pain. But oh those moments when gray was my favorite color.. I couldn't help but to add some red for dramatics.
Maybe it's the artist in me, couldn't stop the perfect angle, couldn't stop the madness inside from boiling over. Still plotting against the raging twisted emotions inside.
Say friend, is this the final hour? When I can't stop to see you trying to smile.. when I can't stop to try and smile back? What time is this that disillusions and mist implore and raging winds cast us ashore
VagabondVagabond2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You lose everything;
address, identity, name,
reduced to nothing,
you can only hope for alms.
What part still remains alive?
BondedBonded2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She gazes boldly,
while her mother supports her
with protective love.
The child's innocence blossoms
sheltered by her mother's care.
ResettledResettled2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
robed in tropical colours;
they glow vividly
against the temperate
and empty New England skies.
In a dream, away from life.And now slowly swept somber eyes,In a dream, away from life.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let my earthly body find no surprise.
For now I lay and sleep so soundly,
Ever kept so earthly boundly.
Bobbing, sobbing, still and silent,
Being earthly bound is quite violent.
Wars and whores,
On sodding shores.
Treasure trove, or tainted grove,
We're cooking now on ghastly stove.
Bumbling, Stumbling, sweet and soft,
In my mind I just scoffed.
Deary me, oh deary my,
What a life has gone by.
Truly Trembling, tossed and crossed,
Find me still and leave me lost.
Brooding, Feuding, Fickle Flock,
Don't forget to throw the clock.
Madness find me,
Chains now bind me.
Eyes will open and awaken,
To this earth I am shaken.
Crying, dying, dread and dismay,
Find me here and fly, fly away.
just a smear on the pavementi walk a fine linejust a smear on the pavement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between what others
i walk a fine line
i walk a fine line
between 'cared for'
and 'utterly destroyed'
i walk a fine line
and i walk it alone
it's all i can do
to keep placing one
tired weary bloody foot
in front of the other
some days i wonder
what would happen
if i fell
would i go
even a iota
of a difference?
GravitasGravitas2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The earth is groaning
under the massive weight
not just the material crush
-misery and anguish too.
Once the war is won :: SpUKHe'd hurt him beyond belief... so what if he loved him, he was meant to hate him and after everything that he had done, England just couldn't understand why Spain would forgive him.Once the war is won :: SpUK3 years ago in Drama More Like This
[Yes, I am aware that Spain beat England as much as England beat Spain.]
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Axis Powers: Hetalia or any characters and places associated with Hidekazu Himaruya and Gentosha Comics. No profit is made from the writing for this fanfiction.
Some things never really do leave you, no matter how many times you try to leave them behind. Everyone does things that they aren’t proud of. I guess in those days we were all young and stupid, stuck in the magic of the present without regard to the effects it would have on the tomorrow.
I was Arthur Kirkland, a mighty pirate who concurred many lands and acquired many possessions... nobody ever questioned my authority and those against me wanted my head on a spike. That was the way it shou
FecundFecund2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
VisitationVisitation2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She allows her face to form an animated mask, belonging rather to ancient tradition than to any living person, any fleeting personality. She has smoothed the stretch marks of the living face.
As he depresses the shutter button, he hopes that the tiny sound of mechanism will not break the spell. Focused on that face no longer hers, he allows the hungry apparatus to swallow a stream of images. Later he will crop his chosen image tightly, seeking to exclude the evidence of time from the completed work.
They relax, their work
complete. They drain his wine flask,
toasting the goddess.
QuietNo sound escapes her quivering lipsQuiet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though words fight to be heard
A strained swallow, a tear
Signs of her internal struggle
She listens, watches and silently prays
Full of emotion and words she can never convey
Tumbling pleas and questions inside her head
As she fights for control
Searching for a way to break free
Fighting against the silence that drags her down
Drowning in an abyss
Forever fighting to say what she needs to say
Hoping to find her way
Window of OpportunityI am dying. I am dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I know this, but I refuse to believe that I will just fade away quietly: that when I'm gone and when those that knew me are gone, that there will be nothing more of me in existence. I want to be remembered; I want to make a mark. Is it not the human condition to desire this?Window of Opportunity2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel that no matter what good thing I attempt to pursue, it takes me somewhere that I had never intended to be, and that much further from my goal. Every consequent step taking me further down a tangential path I never consciously made. I have two hands and a voice and the knowledge of how to use them, but I feel less and less that I am competent enough even to do that.
I don't desire fortune or fame, but at least profundity. I do desire to be a good person. I strive to be the best person that I can be, and I am not blind to the fact that I am clearly not achieving this goal. As each day passes, I feel myself sitting idly by as my potential slips and m
5 Word PoemThe sunshine has settled down,5 Word Poem11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers' scents in the air,
There is no war here,
This is what love is,
To feel it all night.
New Ways to Fall ApartIt was too much like a game.New Ways to Fall Apart3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Back and forth, to and fro, eternal tug-o-war.
From the early ages of birth and growth, they had met, they had let emeralds meet olive leaves. And from there, they had signed their fates and the strings of fates had strapped together through history. It was bittersweet; Doomed to war and doomed to need each other. Each of the two had no intent on letting this be- But their struggles and the growth of arrogance and the rival clashes of war and steal on steal with canons exploding in the pits of eardrums only succeeded this fate. It was almost cruel, even sadistic, to say the least.
No man would let himself back down, neither would show his weakness, neither would put on masks. They knew who the other was, so there was no need to pretend or dance toe to toe with petty masks. Perhaps that was the luxury of it all? No one needed to play pretend- Neither held anything against the other for simply who he was. It was war, politics, and blood lust. Simple. There we
WarHe waited. Patiently. There was no reason to hurry. There was little need to control everything. The Templar would come. As surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, the Templar would not be able to resist the rumour, the chance of a face to face meeting. A meeting that would prove to be the last one for one of them. He did not intend that it should be him. The Templar would surely feel the same way. After all, this war – sometimes secret, sometimes open – had been raging for centuries. He did not necessarily understand all the reasons for it. He did not need to. His allies fought for freedom of will, freedom of choice. For the ability of men to stand, not kneel. To oppose, not obey. To live, not just exist. Often, in the dark dreams of the night, those words would come to him: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted. He did not believe. He understood.War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a pirate, freedom was everything.
And so he waited. Patiently.
He came at last, the dark-haired Templar, his bearing aris
A Prince's Gratitude, Ch. 2CHAPTER 2:A Prince's Gratitude, Ch. 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Late Night Training Session
With crickets chirping on the cool breeze, Snake stalked towards the stark building of the practice arena as he considered a late-night training session. The mercenary didn't have much else to do at nighthe didn't have many friends, and he wasn't really one for hanging out, anyway. He ascended the steps, wiped off his boots, and pushed open the door.
The door creaked open. The lights were already on. Normally, Snake would have turned on his heel and gone once he saw that someone else was using the arena, but the sight of Prince Marth's concentrated face kept him in place.
The prince's sword rang as it hit the floor, clattering with each Alloy he destroyed. Step. Bring back. Slice. Step. Bring back. Slice. The regimented whirr of the blade was almost too fast to comprehend.
Snake stood and watched, debating whether he should step into the arena or turn away. Marth hadn't seen him yet, and Snake was glad that he could watch the prince d
Did you know?Hey, heyDid you know?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you know?
Every single person you come into contact with is impacted.
It could be a small impact,
Like a chip at their surface or a knife to their heart,
Or it could be a big impact,
Like a meteor or an explosive!
No matter the size of the impact,
Or how well you can see it,
And it's making her heart bleed and his heart grow stronger.
You can look at the person you see,
And if they're frowning,
Give them a smile!
Not everyone is as strong as they seem,
And these days all kids are actors,
So grow up!
Stress is an illness,
Anger is a disease,
Give me your attention
When I'm talking to you, please!
Not every smile is as strong as yours can be,
Didn't you know?
Delicia De La LuzHe muttered and irritably drank from the bottle by his elbow. His eyes, blue and tired, stared at the maps in front of him spread across the large wooden table and could make no sense of what was drawn or written there. He had been at this for hours, trying to find that Spanish galleon with 10 000 reales on board. She had to be there somewhere – his information was good as to that. First hand in fact.Delicia De La Luz1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
At that he smiled, chortling, and took another swig of rum. Smacking his lips, his mind a little fuzzy – it was late and this was not his first bottle of rum, not by a long shot – he rubbed his sand filled eyes. Glancing out of the stern window he started. It was later than he'd thought. He could just see the edge of the moon. He should have been abed long since. His glance caught the three-candle candelabrum on the table. The candles were more than half burned.
“Damn me...” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd have to do this tomorrow. When his pa
Baby It's Cold OutsideSnow was beginning to dot the silent London streets, thickening on the ground as it began to stick on the edges of the windows and form thin layers of frost on the thick glass. Inside the house, a fire was crackling pleasantly in the fireplace in the room. Soft Christmas music was playing in the background as a tree was glowing with sparkling ornaments and lights on the other side of the room. Some old stocking hung by the fire that glowed with warmth while small seasonal nick-nacks where scattered around the house. A dark maroon colored candle was lit on the center table, the tiny feeble flame flicking about and sending a hint of gingerbread and apples into the room.Baby It's Cold Outside3 years ago in Settings More Like This
On the old couch sat Antonio, dressed in a sweater that was just slightly over sized on his body while holding a warm cup of hot chocolate with little waves of steam floating up into the air. A blonde Englishman, Arthur, sat quietly next to the Spaniard with his own steaming cup of hot chocolate. The Spanish nation sat le
Lost and Never FoundThe stars shine bright,Lost and Never Found2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the cold air brushed through my hair.
My feelings pent up inside,
my body almost floating in mid air.
My heart is like a rock
anchoring my down,
my soul feeling trapped,
like being lost and never found.
Tears falling down my cheeks,
the pain won't stop.
My mind knows the answers
but I can't give up and let it all drop.
I have memories so happy
yet I feel sad when i think of them.
I can't feel complete.
It's like I'm lost in a nether-realm.
The moon glows bright,
the clouds roll by.
I search for answers
in the beautiful night sky.
What is the answer to this?
Will I ever be at peace?
Maybe i'll never know
Until then, I'll sit listening to the sounds of the trees.
A silence That ever so silent killer of hope an loveA silence2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like a stealthy thriller, that chiller of cold emptiness.
A never ending abyss easy to miss, falling quick, fast,
Oops too late you crashed burned no routes left to turn.
Staring up at light that you say, "just might" nothin
No one coming to save your soul to which you carelessly throw.
At any so called justifiable, undeniable, truth of which must be true,
To who you? Get the fuckin clue, Its all through even though
You didn't make a single move..
Lights are out and there's sweat in your embrace,
Hmm now the silence is too much.
Lights are out and its time to leave your faces,
Hmm now the silence is too much...
You Make My DreamsWhile her beautiful eyes attempt to transmit all his love in vain.You Make My Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An angel shows her beautiful face as soon as someone who claims to be in love with death appears.
My love is eternal and our intertwined souls will live to the end of time mired in a romantic embrace.
Do not impede the one who loves you to love you enough. Where the edge and the boundary is also the distance to the moon and the infinite universe.
For me you are the rain, sliding over me.
And the moon I want to feel...
My words without saying…
The songs without singing…
And a million dreams with you, my muse...
I hope you hear the voice of all the things that sleep with open eyes of my soul.
I look at you, unable to move, to do something, to stop this little heart.
A breath of air or light (a breath of your lips, a spark in your eyes), something hardly noticeable, barely earthly, pass through my body making me feel lighter, weightless, ethereal.
Life is a dark abyss of sorrow without you, and I'm alone.