InFamous Bad Blood Pt. 7Chapter Six: We Were Meant For MoreInFamous Bad Blood Pt. 74 years ago in Drama More Like This
The APC rumbles through Empire's stricken streets, tank treads grinding shattered asphalt and shunting crippled cars out of the way. Bishop pulls on his gasmask and then it's just Cole and Marlena alone with a troop of anonymous First Son grunts.
He stands at the ramp, back to the corner, arms folded across his chest, and glares at the unblinking eyes with their infra-red pupils and wide, air-filter mouths. They glare back. He's never endured a ride this uncomfortable before.
"We take her alive," Marlena says, breaking the tension with a directness he's starting to suspect is typical of her, "if possible. Dead? Just as good."
"That okay with you, panty waist?" Bishop grumbles. The mask gives his voice a tinny, muffled quality.
"Fine." He nods. The other troopers seem satisfied, until he speaks again. "But the Reapers are off limits."
They aren't happy. There's a mutter of dissent. Their boss flattens it.
"If that's the way Cole wants it," she
defocused.i admit-defocused.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm a little bit in love
twirling through the silver dreams
of the dew-dropped spiderweb
tasting fragments of all the thoughts
and possibilities and hopes
and insecurities and quirks
lips and eyes and feigned emotion
ghosts of meaning and reasoning
replacing the spirits long gone.
but i admit-
i'm a little bit in love
the perfection of you
cracked with sadness-
the clasped hands
the isolated routes
fingers trailing on the walls
the quiet ways you look around
to break away the eye contact
and sigh at the glaring reality.
the others are crisp
but you blurred out your lines
to avert the attention
of second glances
that taste imperfection
and forget how to care.
if faces tell stories
my eyes write you books
when your line of sight
snags on mine.
moth.it was so easymoth.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to keep the moth restrained
when i opened my mouth so scarcely.
to pretend it wasn't there
when nobody else could see it either.
but i can't
bite it back and trap it in
when i have to release the butterflies.
too large to swallow
too dangerous to spit out
the moth remains
thrashing against the walls
until it dies
and rots away.
Missing-Part 3- It could be worse-Prussia X ReaderMissing-Part 3- It could be worse-Prussia X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You woke up in an odd room.You didn't like this.The last time this happened Russia had kidnapped you while you where staying over at Poland's house for the week...But this was better than the cell.You slowly creeped out of the bed and headed towards the door.Before you could reach for the handle,the door opened.Red eyes met with your (e/c) eyes.
You froze for a second then realized that he was speaking to you.
"Oh,buon giorno....dzień dobry.."
He stood up straight ,letting go of the knob before clearing his voice.
"I thought about what West said....You deserve 'better' since you didn't exactly do anything...."
"Sie sind willkommen,I have made breakfast downstairs if you're hungry."
"Oh...I think I'm alright..."
You gave a nervous laugh while patting the back of your head.
"Grazie comunque ,but I think I should wash up..-It's been a week or so..I stink..haha-"
He smiled and laughed a bit.
"Oh,I see,Go ahead and do what you need to do..
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Cocaine heartI just rideCocaine heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly into the night
Wind in my hair
I'm driving nowhere
Mile after mile
I slowly ride
Enjoying my life
Life on the road
I keep dreaming on
No one to stop me
No one to say I live my life wrong
So I keep on driving
Searching for the parts of my soul
Day after day, night after night
I'm living it on the wild side
Perfectly balanced and matched
This cocaine heart of my life
One hundred percent pure
Loaded completely with fuel
Beating with rhythm of a psycho
Trembling like leaf under the wind
Who cares how fast I am driving
This crazy life belongs to me
No map to be followed
No goal to be reached
No today, no tomorrow
I'm just chasing my dream
My cocaine heart
My soul and my life
CrossroadsShe's at a crossroad again.Crossroads1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passer-bys after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding
i hear knives in the windsomething in the timbre, tall heat,i hear knives in the wind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sugar licking palm fronds fat cats
wash the salt; wash the afterburn it
like we planned you never
say the words plain, only
mm if we ever could we maybe stay
we always tried but couldn't shake
the open space we make the world a-
nother shape as we stand among the
timbertall sugar licking palm fronds
til heat escapes.
Yes, I'm GayYes, I'm most defiantly gay,Yes, I'm Gay7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that doesn't mean I'd throw my Bible away.
Yes, I'm certainly sure I'm a lesbian,
but don't think I’ll ever stop loving Him.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I’m bisexual,
but that doesn't mean I’ll stop praying through Gabriel and Raphael.
Of course I’m a feminist of epic proportions,
but that doesn't mean I'll ever support abortion.
Yeah, I haven't been to church in ages,
but that doesn't mean I’ll never flip my Bible pages.
Yes, I know my sexuality is a sin,
but that doesn't mean I don't belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm aware that you may not like my gay lifestyle,
but beneath that, I’m a child of God, and that makes Him smile.
Of course I'm aware that I'm a colossal slut,
but if you say I’m not God's daughter,you can kiss my butt.
Yeah, I know that I have a terrible drinking problem and I’m stuck on drugs,
but that doesn't mean I'm not God's son.
Yes, I know that I've hurt and nearly killed,
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
Seventh Deadly SinMy hands hide my faceSeventh Deadly Sin3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lecherous, hot nostalgia
Surges through again
Your hand in my own
Fingers tantalizing skin
Breath warm against it
Pressing into me
Your eyes wandering freely
Across pale prospect
Lips flush against mine
Hungrily asking for more
I whisper your name
Your hands grip my hair
Desperate, I try to forget
This wrong choice we've made
Your deep eyes gazing
Intensely into my own
Scorching through my soul
Looking back at you
I'm gazing into the sun
Yet can't look away
Mouth against my neck
Leaving a trail of hot flames
On sensitive skin
Backed into the wall
The guilt persists to torment
God, what have we done?
Trailing down my chest
Your fingers trace a fire
That scorches to bone
Pressing close to me
You moan out in ecstasy
The sound makes me shake
The memory stays
As I tremble in the dark
I know this will fail
Yet, still I went through
Though I knew it was so wrong
Unable to stop
The sin has been done
It shall never be erased
Though I wish it so
Angel or DemonThese eyes look at you as if the night look you today...Angel or Demon10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divine woman, for a bliss of my being that I found you; precious woman, for my sadness that you just looked me.
You and I share my soul at find us, but then I stayed empty and you without me.
The vile object of my sublime passion... I secretly playing that part of you that I've put a name.
Why I treasure the spells you put on my soul already thirsty?
At night, some part of me walks maddened looking for more reasons than have to forget you, and then go on loving you.
Will there be in your heart just mud and poison? Or will you be the beautiful rose in my perpetual Eden?
I panic to forget about you in a short time... because I want to love you at least two lives with infinite time...
Always hinders so many things, you and me just one hinders us: your desire.
That pearl fallen from heaven... woman most pure as a serene light.
When my hands are shaking almost getting rid of reason ... standing before the angel that heaven left withou
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
SerpentineSerpentineSerpentine13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she chances the rainfall
whilst I follow the salt of the rain
down her fellow-steps of my own.
Perhaps the dancing she weeps
would blame these thoughts,
to carry her away
and brush her from the sway
She is my mind and the sweet mentioning
of Autumn at her hue,
she is blue
and circumventing with me 'round my enemy.
with the serpents resemblance,
she bends my ear
for a contortion from fear
then bothers a storm
to mend me at my scorning forlorn.
A secret she unleashes and
Thus she reminds me what beggars
she bonded from the bags
after writhing the sands of desert's tempt,
having tarried forty days of night
to resume the consumption
of sun-tides and relation.
The rattle of snakes and the plume
of knight's failings,
she became the barren residence
of my master's advent
moments before He left,
riding un-spent from
yesterday and years of yore.
As was then and so shall be the strength
of today and the hastey lackings
of our will and ways,
she prances still and without ou
Haru no SakuraThe Sakura blooms,Haru no Sakura2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In such a beautiful spring,
Then dies afterwards.
All I WantI want someone to talk toAll I Want1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it may not sound like much
but its all I want of you
I want to never be alone
to never be forced to hear
the silent creaks of my home
I want someone to share with me
to give me the pieces of their day
through tiny conversations, and hearty stories
till there's nothing left to say
I want someone to stay with me
on those many cold nights
when the only thing that can keep me warm
are their sweet whispered delights
I want someone
it hardly matters who
to stick with me
and stay with me through
the transgressions of my days
the weaknesses of my soul
and share the same with me
make me feel whole
I want to someone to talk to
someone's whose hand I can clutch
All I want is a true friend
Surely that isn't too much
SaintSaintSaint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are such a saint,
Amongst your cathedral of blasphemies,
Beside your mass of sinners,
Preaching the word of a God to be feared,
Rather than overlooked.
What does that do for you?
Are you cleansed by a pastor’s ceremony?
Do you reach salvation by praying for forgiveness,
Rather than living without anything
That requires His hallowed pardon?
Lord, your children must be misguided,
Or they would remain on the path.
None are sinless, but that requires some clemency,
Sometimes it is expected.
Walking between the dark aisles,
Your children bow their heads,
‘Forgive me father, for I have sinned’
And what a sin it was- your chalky words
Pass through their consciousness,
Meaning absent for the moment.
Virtuous, they cry ‘Yes! I have seen my God!
What a wonderful God he was,’
For all that you’ve done, you pray,
And you are forgiven…
How do you coax them out those doors
Their heads are filled with lies…
Inside the Ho
GraduationI take those final steps.Graduation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hands shaking,
and legs feeling numb.
It is all going to be over within seconds.
I will be an adult,
an alumnae of High School.
this is the last moments with all of us together.
It is all done and over with.
The sadness, anxiety, excitement,
all seem too much.
When I’m sitting back down,
the shaking still continues on.
Suddenly a hand is held tight in mine.
My best friend always there for me,
always holding on.
The tears finally fall.
This is not the end, but a new beginning,
and the emptiness i feel inside
will eventually fade.
All I Ever Wanted.........With You I Have All I Ever WantedAll I Ever Wanted.........2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you have found your one true soul mate....you will know it for sure....
Though your times together will often be rocky and it might feel like drowning
When you are carried beneath the waves of daily struggles that threaten to consume us with jagged
teeth and paper claws and words said out of fatigue and maybe anger
And the safe place you believed they provided seems too far away to ever reach
You find in your hand the key to his heart.......