LossI see my fate in your cruel eyes,Loss6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
There is only pain, suffering and a horrible demise.
You do not respond to my devastating cries,
You do not see my pathetic tries.
Sun changes to moon,
I feel my death coming soon.
Another day, another night,
In my eyes nothing is right.
But still it was an unforgettable walk under the glistening moon,
Even knowing that youll leave me soon.
Hope was slipping through,
And was crushed by you
I held you like a teddy, very tight
And watched the sun fade in the horrible darkness of this night.
My feelings were so strong,
But I was very wrong.
Like a helpless child,
Walking into the fire burning wild,
I felt so dark, and so alone,
Another toy that was by the cruel life thrown.
All my feelings were crushed,
I was by the darkness touched.
Forgot all my hopes, and all of my dreams.
Left alone by myself again, it seams.
In the morning I die,
In the night I rise,
Left to perish inside,
Nowhere can I hide.
Paper AchePaper Ache..Paper Ache6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Frozen yet a missing component
Each staggered emotion
Runs away the forgotten moment
I could ask and whine about it all day in my life
Never did I feel pity or remorse
In the end I couldn't accept the part
The role, the character, the lifestyle of my own
I'm looking from where I'm standing
Seeing such discolor and displeasure
A paper ache has grown in me
Blinded by what others do see
Sometimes a picture can't show what's really meant to be
Everything pours in the rain and flowers to be so free
Being brave to face such things
Able to bare through my eyes
The light and dark in others
Sometimes I feel like
I'm getting in way to deep
Very deep that I must take a huge leap
Grasp to the taste of feeling right
Words echo across my memory so light
A vision of not being alone
Looking back as I want to extend my hand to others
In my heart, they are important to me
I truly cherish the ones I have met wherever
A paper ache has grown in me
Blinded by what others do see
Sometimes a pict
Your demiseA smile is what I lack,Your demise6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I will put a knife in your back,
My pain is too strong,
I've been suffering it for too long.
When youll look into my eyes,
You will see your own demise.
Let the winds blow harder,
Let the fire burn stronger.
My hate will annihilate
Your friendship and fate,
You will expire, you shall not live another date.
The moment you'll die,
My soul will start to cry,
I will not show a feeling,
When I'll see your essence leaving,
But in fact ill die inside,
It's my great suicide!
MasqueradeWhat means to be different?Masquerade6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
It means to be alone.
What means to be vengeful?
It means to have a heart of stone.
People are shallow; they don't see whats inside,
From those who judge from appearance so much you can hide
You can lie, you can deceive,
People are just too much naive.
Be anything you want to be,
But you wont hide from your true feelings that are the light in the dark life's sea.
Some people see through the hollow mask you wear,
But they are just so very rare.
In their eyes lies a mist, and not many of them want to clear it,
They don't seek the light, which would surely kill it.
Open your heart; it is the only way to truly see,
And you will finally be as happy as you can be.
ShatteredShattered3 years ago in Drama More Like This
This was written with undivided inspiration from one of the best No.6 AMVs out there, with the song "Shattered" by Trading Yesterday. For better experience I added the song INSIDE the fanfic... When you see this: [[SONG]] right-click on it and have the song open in a new tab and let it play for the rest of the fic. It may not be completely in sync with the fanfic since everyone has different reading pace... but I still wanted to add audio for you guys.
Enjoy <3 <3
Shattered (by Trading Yesterday)
“Could you please for the love of all dead musicians, turn it down!”
Nezumi yells from the library in their apartment hoping his voice will reach Shion’s ears over the excruciating noise of off-tune instruments and inarticulate shouts of singers Shion has identified as ‘Pre-apocalyptic music’.
No wonder why there was an apocalypse. I would want to destroy the whole world too, if I were to listen to this s
All We Need To KnowAll We Need To Know3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Nezumi listens as Shion's breathing slows down. He thinks he can still feel his erratic heartbeat through the mattress but it could be his too. There really isn't any way to tell them apart now.
Shion's back feels slick with sweat as Nezumi absently traces lines on his skin with a regular rhythm. As he often does while trying to catch his breath, he thinks about stuff he normally doesn't. It may be his soft side making him think like this and he can't say he particularly enjoys it, especially when it takes advantage of him like this in his euphoric state of mind and when he is especially comfortable with every sensation within his still tingling body but he thinks mere thoughts wouldn't really hurt would they?
It's the urge that would hurt, he reflects, the urge that he feels now; relentless, demanding, frustrating... the urge to ask. And he doesn't know why he does it, as with many things concerning Shion, but he yields to it.
Shion's eyes are closed but Nezumi knows he i
Candilejas (I)Candilejas (I)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-¡Parece como si estuviera soñando,
que te sientes muy deprimido!
Aunque te dé un codazo en la espalda
tú te quedas observando al cielo.
Meelen, aunque ya había escuchado la misma obra muchas veces, no podía evitar emocionarse cuando su compañera May Kaal cantaba con su hermosa voz. Vestida en un hermoso traje de papel pintado, su representación de la Niña Roja le permitía exhibir su virtuosismo.
Aquella canción marcaba el final de la extensa obra. La Niña Roja le declaraba su amor al Muchacho de Lai Lai, formalizando una relación llena de altibajos y enredos. Un final feliz ante el cual la gente aplaudía y se emocionaba hasta las lágrimas.
Luego, Meelen como el Muchacho de Lai Lai y May Kaal como la Niña Roja, y el resto del elenco se inclinaban ante el público. Eran ovacionados de pie, pues ellos entraban completamente en el papel y la obra era muy
FMA Rewritten: Part TwoFMA Rewritten: Part Two4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Kelley Blackwell" I replied, trying not to sound like a complete idiot.
"Nice to meet you, Kelley Blackwell." He smiled nicely at me, then let go of my hand and bent down to pick up the briefcase sitting beside him. "I'm here looking for my siblings. Younger brother Alphones, and younger sister Kallie. Any thought where they might be, Kelley?"
Alphonse and Kallie Elric... I didn't even know they were in the city. I thought. Reaching back in to my memories of the many newspaper clippings I had collected and notes I had hastily scribbled down after hearing about the Elric siblings on the radio. From what I remembered, Kallie Elric had red curls, blue eyes, and looked almost nothing like her brothers except for her height. Al... well he was pretty hard to miss; his soul being trapped in a tall, silver suit of armor and all. I was posit
The Flying PussyfootA woundless war that brews within its walls will still take casualtiesThe Flying Pussyfoot5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A sickness lurking more impressively in those that kill for fun
In eyes that claim to know an immortality without a drink
Or eyes that brighten with each stolen life by barrel of their gun
But bravery unviels itself amid the bullet holes and death
In a journalist that plays the savior car to car within its walls
A kid with tattooed face and tearless eyes who mans its blood-stained roof
To children all alone or with a father in whome duty calls
Darkness rides as passanger and holds ther lives within its grasp
Allowing rare survival to those fortunate or those naive
Both human and inhuman hands will soon depart without a trace
And leave behind a violent tale in which no mortal can believe
El viaje de Buho Rojo (I)El viaje de Buho Rojo (I)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Habían viajado de noche, orientados por el Eje del Cielo, hacia el norte. Máscara de Agua reclamaba que no debían alejarse demasiado de los lugares habitados. Pero Búho Rojo sabía que no podrían confiar en nadie, por lo menos hasta llegar a su País. Y quién sabe si ahí pudiera hacerlo.
El País Bermejo y sus aliados no estarían dispuestos a luchar abiertamente contra la poderosa reina Flor de Ámbar del País de las Nubes. Y entre ambos lugares había muchos vasallos y poderes menores, quienes no dudarían en congraciarse entregándole a la soberana a las cabezas de la fallida revuelta en uno de sus estados tributarios.
El tiempo vino a darle la razón a Búho Rojo, al emprender esa huida precipitada justo tras la derrota. Eligió adrede las rutas más salvajes y poco conocidas para buscar refugio. Esto le dio cierta tranquilidad; sin embargo, sabía que el riesgo era muy grande, y crecía
Lucifer+Dante playing chessDante : ...may I ask you a question, Lucifer?Lucifer+Dante playing chess8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucifer : Yes?
D *moves Rook* : Why?
L : Why what?
D : You know, why did it happen?
L *moves Pawn* : I am still lost, why did what happen?
D : ...your fall
L : Mind your manners Dante. I did not fall. I simply left, on my own accord for that matter. There is as vast contrast between both statments as their is a distance between the heavens and earth.
D *moves Pawn* : I'm sorry.
L *moves Bishop* : It's fine.
D *moves Knight* : Why did you walk away from it all? From God?
L *moves King* : 'Cause he's a prick.
D : ...
L : Is something wrong, Dante?
D : That was not the response I quite had in mind.
L : What did you have in mind then?
D : Something more...enlightening I supose.
L *sighs and moves Pawn* : That's exactly what's wrong with you mortals. You talk far too much and expect to be talked to equally as much. Precisly why I hate philosphers. They are equally as revolting as 2nd hand used car salesmen who insists on showcasing the fine work
Unlaced, Chapter 6 - The New CommanderWARNING(s): same as previous chapters.Unlaced, Chapter 6 - The New Commander2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pairing(s): same a s previous chapters.
AN: Sorry this took so long to get out, and sorry for any errors in this chapter—I’m afraid I’ve rushed it a bit. College is eating at my motivation by making me cringe at the sight of a Word document. I’ll try to speed these updates up a bit.
Please review? They always make me and my diva muses so happy =^_^=
Unlaced Chapter 6
The New Commander
During the first uprising, Sigma’s downfall had stunned everyone who knew him: Sigma was stern but there wasn’t an ounce of cruelty in his body. X had known him since the moment he opened his eyes. Sigma had always had a great passion fof duty and justice, so when his status as a Maverick was unveiled… Cain had accepted it as inevitability long ago, though the old man never felt any respite from his guilt in all the years after losing his eldest; X suspected that Cain had known of Sigma’s turning long before anyone
Todaylong grows the dayToday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but short the time
the winds of change
they kiss my cheeks
and pull me close
in my ear
the night grows cold
and the days old
i wonder now,
what's left here.
they call to me,
the wayward winds
and who am i
so i'll pack up
say my goodbyes
and leave behind
SacrificialThe memory fades into the night air. There's a twisted, rocky path laid out before her, disappearing into a reddish haze in the distance. She glances back at the First Gate: a rippling mirror of the life left behind, of a journey she must take, and of a train which waits for no one but will wait for her. The Light Train wiped away the remnants of her past; passing through the Gates is the only way she can regain them. But she must survive the challenges first.Sacrificial3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She makes her way through the path, which curves at odd angles and throws her off-balance with its unpredictability. There's something hidden in that haze and it's pulling her in. The path becomes smaller, steeper; the rocks become sharper.
Her lungs -- bursting -- like birds set free from her chest. There's no air, no air: no inhale or exhale. It's anxiety, loud and clear, and she realizes what's going on seconds later than her mental processes do
1000 Times - Part 2 of 31000 Times - Part 2 of 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Thousand Times
[A Story in Three Parts]
Based on characters owned by R. Takahashi
(story subject to occasional updates and corrections)
Kagome made her way back to the house where everyone was staying, her skin still tingling from the bath, which had been in a separate building on the edge of town. In her arms, she carried her towel and a drawstring bag that contained her shampoo, soap, toothbrush, deodorant, and other necessities. As she walked, she pondered how modern people would fare, if they had to walk the equivalent of eight blocks away every time they wanted a hot bath, much less the prolonged wait until the basin was filled deep enough to submerge in. She much preferred paying extra to have fresh water brought in, rather than hoping that the water others had already bathed in was something near sanitary, especially in the past.
As she passed other houses with flickering lamplight spilling from the w
of a nothingi kept myself closed by breaking you downof a nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when you turned around and broke me
and when i cracked i split apart at the seams.
and the seams broke open and poured out
all of who i was
and who i had been
and who i hope down in the very depths of a soul you say i don't have
that i still am.
i loved who i was when i met you
so i thought i could take you on too.
and love you as i guess you loved me.
but lying's not loving
and i guess you would know.
you grabbed a seam and ripped
and pulled me all out
until i couldn't made do with what was left.
i don't want you back,
please do stay away
it's me that i miss so forlornly.
the one who they loved
and who loved them back more.
you stole her away
for a love you once shared
and reduced her to shreds
of a nothing.
Q-Bee UMVC3 MovesetQ-Bee UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Game Series: Darkstalkers
First Appearance: Darkstalkers 3/Vampire Savior (1997)
Health: 925,000 HP Points
Voice Actress: Monica Rial
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 2
Fighting Ability: 5
Q-Bee is a Soul bee from the Makai, her clan of well over 50,000 bees reside. Her clan and her live by a instinct bound oath, anything that moves (Other than themselves) is food that is meant to be defeated and eaten. She fights to not only keep her clan alive, but herself alive as well.
Assist Alpha: Sxp (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Qj
Assist Beta: Triangle A (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Qj
Assist Gamma: Honey of the Soul (Extra, Instant) (Powers up Hyper Bar)
Assist HC: Qj
Q-Bee will first appear as a small bee sipping honey from a jar of honey, then looking up at the opponent as she spins around, transforming into her normal form.
Aliex's StoryAliex's Story2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Aliex Sweeny, a 21 year old Kitsune, was a very remarkable boy. He lived in a land with very strange and interesting goings-on. In the city, while being born with animal features was fairly normal, having other features and abilities was strange, and very rarely accepted by the population. Because of this, he was raised as a single child in a very large house on a farm. He spent a lot of time alone; as he was born with quite a few 'different' features. He was born with fox ears and a fox tail, which was common, as many humans had animal chromosomes within their genes, but he was also a metamorphmagus, which meant, in short, he could change his features at will. When he was a baby, his parents didn't realize his special abilities right away. His ears and tail had begun to grow as a newborn, and the hair on his head was the same coppery-red colour as they were. It wasn't until Aliex had begun to grow that his metamorphism began to blossom. His hair changed colour from matching his ears t
To Love a Demon Lord Ch: 14“Are you sure it’s Naraku that lost his mind and not Sesshoumaru!?” shouted Miroku as he held onto his staff. Inuyasha nodded his head, yes, he knew that Sesshoumaru was pissed but at least he still had some control but Naraku should know the number one rule with demons. You don’t kill their mates, or at least their chosen. If you do, then you won’t survive to see another day for if you kill their mate, or chosen, the demon that had chosen their mate will hunt and kill the one that killed his or her mate/chosen.To Love a Demon Lord Ch: 141 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Inuyasha knew the risks; he knew that if Sesshoumaru didn’t kill Naraku then he would go into a never ending rage that would, end up leading to his own destruction. There would be nothing that they could do for him and Inuyasha knew that he had to save his brother from this fate before he lost the only living family member he had left…
Sesshoumaru just stared at Kagome’s lifeless face. His eyes held no emotion, nor life within th
De esta manera le acontecio a Pluma de Quetzal (I)De esta manera le acontecio a Pluma de Quetzal (I)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pocas cosas hay tan hermosas como los atardeceres del País del Jade.
Todo era perfecto y bello en el jardín aquél crepúsculo de verano. Los nísperos estaban en flor y atraían a los colibríes. Había una dulce fragancia en el aire que estremecía la voluntad. El cielo dorado se había teñido de rosa, y luego del azul más oscuro conforme caía la tarde. Los cantos de las aves habían cedido el paso al coro de las ranas y los grillos.
Seguían el sendero esbozado en la tierra por medio de pequeñas placas calizas que embonaban perfectamente. Su recorrido semejaba una serpiente blanca arrastrándose entre el suelo verde, tachonado de azul y blanco de mariposa. Iban caminando los dos, ella apoyándose en su fuerte brazo.
- La primera vez que te vi, pensé que eras un sueño- le confesó él, murmurándole al oído.
-Porque eso soy par