LossI see my fate in your cruel eyes,Loss7 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 Ache7 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
MasqueradeWhat means to be different?Masquerade7 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.
Lucifer+Dante playing chessDante : ...may I ask you a question, Lucifer?Lucifer+Dante playing chess9 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
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
Candilejas (I)Candilejas (I)1 year 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
An Afternoon With EdAn Afternoon With EdAn Afternoon With Ed5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So... hungry..." Ed said, laying on the edge of my side table with his head hanging off the end. He had been complaining all afternoon, asking non-stop for something to eat.
"I told you that you could have a brownie," I said, not lifting my eyes from my kindle, "But noooo. You had to complain about the fact that they have milk in them, even though you can't even taste the milk. And did that make a difference? NO!!"
"I said no! And anyways, dinner's in a couple of minutes. I wouldn't want you to ruin your appetite... you know... stunt your growth even more..." Smirking, I looked up from my reading to see the first signs of anger on the chibi's face. I was surprised to say the least. He had really improved his anger management problems ever since he started to see that therapist!
Hmmm... Lets see how far we can push his control... I thought, a demonic smile playing at my lips.
I began to read again, "You know what I found out? I found out that you
Beast and the Beauty ch.7 New Foes yet to Come---LAST TIME ON Beast and the Beauty---Beast and the Beauty ch.7 New Foes yet to Come2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagome saw that Inuyasha suddenly let go of her hand and dropped the ring, making her look up at the odd sound to see Koga standing on top of Inuyasha who began to growl ferociously.
Koga crossed his arms and said with a smirk, “Hey, Kagome, what’s up?”
She shrugged, still not really sure what to make of this, “Oh, you know, getting married and all. Not that big of a deal.”
Beast and the Beauty
New Foes that are yet to Come
Inuyasha began to growl even louder. Who was this punk? And how did Kagome know him?
“How did you find me?” Kagome asked.
“I followed your scent,” Koga said matter-of-factly.
“Miroku,” Sango whispered to her husband, “that’s your cue.”
He looked at her with the best puppy dog face he could muster, “Aw!
The Beast WithinI looked up at the kids sitting around the adjacent tables. They all seemed so happy, so content with their lives. I on the other hand, let anxiety control my life. It gripped its claws deep within my flesh and took hold of my very being. It was the one to tell me which way to go, what to say and what to do.The Beast Within2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I know what you’re thinking…
You think I’m pathetic; that I should be able to make this beast tremble. Yet, I am the one that cowers at its snarl. I abide by its rules, and I am in no position to disagree.
They looked so carefree, so nonchalant, I often find myself wondering what that blithe optimism tasted like.
I bet it tasted better than this stale turkey sandwich I was munching on.
As I was chewing, ever so lonesomely I might add, one of the kids looked over at me.
Our eyes met.
My beast was rumbling, or perhaps that was my stomach.
Regardless, my inner beast was upset, upset at the fact that I could see this man’s aura flash out
Unlaced, Chapter 1 - Regrets Warning(s): some suicidal thoughts, though nothing really direct, and a little blood. There might be some purpleness in there; Im used to writing high sci-fi/fantasy so its to be expected.Unlaced, Chapter 1 - Regrets3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pairing(s): nothing romantic except some alluded past ZeroXIris. Some fluffy X and Iris- hes her uncle, so to speak, in my headcanon.
Disclaimer: I dont own anything but my own words and ideas.
AN: Im posting something for the first time in months. Wow. Uh, I had a hectic, un-fun, stressful year. My maternal grandmother was diagnosed with a terminal illness and passed away three months later. I jumped right into writing again for cathartic purposes, but then fall semester started and I live 50 minutes away from college so my Tuesdays and Thursdays were are, booked with driving, class, driving, and sleeping. I also got a new computer and ended up losing some of my documents, like Icaruss second chapter. No more e
All We Need To KnowAll We Need To Know4 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
Allen Walker Theory ~ Wrong ChoiceCross says that when he first met Allen, Allen's name wasn't "Allen" (it was Red).Allen Walker Theory ~ Wrong Choice2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seen in DGM Reverse.
Now, when Cross sees Red for the 1st time, he asks "Is your name Allen?" So, that implies Cross was looking for an "Allen." Red thinks about how Allen is Mana's dog.
Cross says he doesn't mean the dog, then tells Red if his name isn't Allen, then forget it. He then leaves with parting words of "Stay away from Mana."
They meet a 2nd time when Cross was going to kill him. Then, they part ways until Mana's unfortunate fate.
When Cross meets Red at the grave, he's now "Allen."
Cross then takes him in as the host. BUT, it could be he wasn't supposed to. Red was given the name "Allen"when Mana went crazy.
"Allen" is a name that was given to Red. Meaning, it is highly possible that
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
XV. EpilogoXV. Epilogo1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pasaron muchas penurias antes de aquél momento.
Supieron que habían llegado a su destino cuando de entre el verde cerrado de la vegetación brotaron destellos plateados de luz y les llegó a la boca el olor a sal en una brisa. Las aves que volaban por encima de ellos, con voces lastimeras hablaban de él.
-El mar- dijo ella simplemente cuando recuperó el aliento.
–Nunca imaginé que fuera tan poderoso y a la vez tan bello. Como una reina- filosofó él.
Los dos se apresuraron a llegar a la playa dejando las huellas de sus pies descalzos en la arena. Se sentaron y se deleitaron viendo al agua subir y bajar. Arrullados por su estruendo, dejaron pasar medio día.
-Nuestros padres hicieron muchos sacrificios para que nosotros pudiéramos vivir-.
-No podemos despreciar este regalo. Tienes razón- decía mientras se mordía el labio reseco.
-Hay un mundo más allá del mar. An
The Flying PussyfootA woundless war that brews within its walls will still take casualtiesThe Flying Pussyfoot6 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
Unlaced, Chapter 6 - The New CommanderWARNING(s): same as previous chapters.Unlaced, Chapter 6 - The New Commander3 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
ambienti like the night sky.ambient4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stars of only white criss-crosses
purple sword blades called milky-ways
moonlight, which promises never to stare
clouds rolling somersaults over each other
galaxies with medication lulling you to sleep
i like the rain.
drops falling so your tears don't have to
bows of colors forming from fallen rouge
kiss the smell away because it's nostalgic
of those nights where rivers looked so comely
so perfect to slip into on accident
and to be swept away into every past rainfall
i like the rapture.
like a game of life with five people,
two boys, three girls
each with dreams of immaculate love
but only four achieving it.
life is always a game of who's better at the time;
not who's worth it all in the end.
i like lights.
ambient glitter falling throughout the atmosphere
that reminds me of the little times where crayon color only mattered
not whether or not he loved you back
wisps of sparkles flying through my eyes
it's like heaven without those people who're better
El viaje de Buho Rojo (I)El viaje de Buho Rojo (I)11 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
Possession 37Sorry for the wait! I was abducted by aliens they made me their queen and after helping to repopulate their species, I was allowed to return home.Possession 373 years ago in Romance More Like This
The woman knelt on the ground, her hands folded in her lap as she bowed her head.
"Please," she murmured. "I know you don't understand me, but I need this. I need to be at your side. If you abandon me now..."
She was right, he didn't understand. The words she spoke were meaningless sounds that slipped inside his ears only long enough to annoy him. He understood the taste of blood, crimson and rich. He understood the cold, pale moon that rose in the sky like a bloated goddess. The whisper of night, the fury of the kill and the need to hunt his prey were things he was born to understand.
He did not understand this woman.
Slowly, he dropped to a crouch and waited for her to look at him. When she raised her eyes, he s
Los ojos de un demonioLos ojos de un demonioLos ojos de un demonio4 years ago in Romance More Like This
La lluvia caía pesadamente sobre la ciudad, que parecía teñida de gris por el aguacero. La joven apretó la espalda contra la pared, estaba bastante lejos de su casa y no llevaba paraguas encima, así que solo le quedaba esperar bajo una terraza hasta que amainase. Volvió a abrazar la bolsa de papel, esta vez con más fuerza. Tenía que evitar que se mojase, o lo que había en su interior quedaría muy mal parado. Le había llevado todo el día dar con aquel libro y llevaba buscándolo desde que tenía memoria. Solo que no buscaba en el lugar adecuado. Sonrió, la verdad es que no se le habría ocurrido ir a una tienda especializada en ángeles a preguntar por él de no ser porque había visto de refilón que el escaparate estaba lleno de ellos. Pero cuando entró a la tienda a preguntar por el precio de un tomo, el dependiente la miro de una manera muy extraña, casi inco
Character profile frenchStatistiques de baseCharacter profile french5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Dear Mamoru, A Letter from SeiyaDear Mamoru:Dear Mamoru, A Letter from Seiya4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I'm never actually going to send this letter to you, but I still feel like I have to write it. Chances are, even if I sent it to you, you'd probably only casually read it and toss it aside anyway you just seem that confident and that smug. I'm not going to lie, I find myself envious of that aspect of you. The way you can look at her and just know she was, is, and always will be yours. I don't think you know how good you have it, but then again most people don't until it's gone (as they say).
I never really got to hear your side of the story. I know now that it wasn't a callous heartlessness that kept you silent for those many months while tear-filled, anguished blue eyes pined for the smallest message from you. Even knowing the truth, I still can't really see or understand why she remains so dedicated to you. I find it offensive: the idea of a fate or a destiny from some past life defining