vozvoz4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Шет и меч шпијунирају на слепо
Сјајне контуре железничких ветрова
И ја сам чуо звук из кревета мог рођака
Сиктање воза из железничке главе
Увек лето измиче
60 тона, Анђео &
Side to backSide to back2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every morning wakes her up with the feeling of imploding chest and ribs cutting the warm, subtile tissue of lungs, destroying the carefully planned highway of the veins.
The eyes barely even see, eyelids burns with salt cracking into the very mild, thin skin, so human starts to remember of the every single cut and injure done in the fragile nude coat on the face. The lower eyelids of the both eyes hurts especially. The throat is so dry. It's hard to breath, also. And to speak. There exists kind of the self-taming barrier inside of her mouth or maybe somewhere else that consumes all the words before they are being said.
The brain considers every sentence, catalyzes, puryfies and distills it as many times as there is no more letter to say.
There is even noone to speak to, though.
At least, everything stays inside the skull, the used nerves, the dark matter builds up the bump in the throat, charges the collarbones.
After the sleepless night, alarm clock wakes her up very early, before the
His Butler, Mine -Part 1-Ciel stirred, looking up at his butler. That was right. Sebastian was his now. "Good Morning, Bocchan. How are you feeling?" Sebastian kissed him softly on the cheek. "Sebas-chan." Ciel blinked, his eyes one purple as the contract still binded them, the other red, he was a demon after the revenge he desperately wanted, enough to call the demon in the first place was gained.His Butler, Mine -Part 1-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It hadn't satisfied Sebastian enough to just take his soul. He wanted him, to be his own. No longer simply servant and master. A relationship, a creation of his own. After all, he had loved him from the very beginning.
"I'm better now, Sebas-chan. I-I'm fine." Sebastian noticed the hesitation in his voice and decided that he would ignore it for now, but keep an extra watch out in case something happens to his Ciel. After everything he had been through to make Ciel his own, he would not lose him to that...guy.
"How long," Ciel pondered out loud. "Could a demon last without eating a soul?"
najcrnji ocinajcrnji oci4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Мајка пева успаванку на дете
Негде у будућности дечак иде дивље
И сви му живци осећају неку врсту енергије
Шетња у шуми и ја ћу покушати
Нешто испод дрвећа које су плаче
Shadow Sweeper introShadow Sweeper intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"De un lado dispuso las sombras,
del otro dispuso que hubiese luz.
sin embargo,al cerrar aquella caja con el mundo dentro,tuvo piedad del primer cazador y le dió
un arma blanca para que hendiese los cielos cuando la oscuridad fuese insoportable.
el primer hombre rasgó los cielos con aquel arma afilada,y de los cielos no sangró luz,sino
una penumbra llamada tristeza.Y el primer hombre maldijo el cielo y el cielo le volvió la
espalda y le desheredó.Y así fue como al hombre le fue negada incluso aquella penumbra de
salobre medicina. Desde entonces los cazadores no vierten lágrimas, y sólo les invade los
ojos una amarga sombra cuando sonríen."
"Sapphire Beauty"This is a story about a Jewel Maker,"Sapphire Beauty"8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And his precious porcelain doll.
This is a story about a life breaker,
And the life that he stole.
Made as a puppet with silver strings,
Made from an act of cruelty,
A little angel with no real wings,
Take a look at the Jewel Maker's Sapphire Beauty!
Naked in the dark the Sapphire Beauty lies,
Her eyes mystic like the endless sea,
And as her sorrow slowly dies,
She dreams of finally setting herself free…
Sapphire Beauty, oh Sapphire Beauty why do you cry?
Yes, you were made just to create,
But don't be hopeless, dear, give it a try,
Don't cry those blue, crystal tears of sadness and hate…
Made to be one and only,
Made to cry forever more,
The perfect marionette destined to be lonely,
Must you be greedy, Jewel Maker, must you ignore?
So bright in the dark the Sapphire Beauty is,
Her hair like the threads of the moon,
And as she prays for the ultimate bliss,
Deep inside she knows mercy isn't coming soon…
.You are waiting.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
for christmas candlelight to come
like the light could
of the greyscale old photography.
You beesech to ravage
Your monochromatic days.
the sandbank ones.
with black oblivions
and with white snowy boondocks
of plain longing.
sounds of pain
on the radio
on the street
in Your head
with no stop
the lay-lowing songs.
this shattering playlist with only hits that wreck out a exhausted mind.
silver sounds of piano and guitar acute as a blade
top charts in Your heart.
and You will solve nothing
in that maze
Hey, baby, can You bleed like me?
Leave MeWhat I want, I can never have.Leave Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In my blind devotion, I have forgot the true meaning...
Take away this pain!
Take all the tears I never shed for you...
I could have been your best part...But you broke me...
I know you didn't mean to, but you did...
And the wounds still do not heal...
And I scream into the night
My voice echoes through time
To the place we were happy
For a moment just...
When we smiled, wishing the same
Your touch burnt me
As your lips travelled over me
As your nails scratched my skin
As your breath gave me peace...
All is lost...
Just leave me!
Leave me to my selfpity, since you can't give me what I want from you,
And I can obviously give you a lot more than you need.
Leave me to drown...
Leave me to my lone nights and tearless eyes,
Since by knowing you more than anyone else
I've earned the title of someone different...
Someone I didn't want to be...
Leave me... At that you're the best...
And I shalt not forget the happy hours
I shalt not forgive the shards ling
DefianceDefiance4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An old man becomes drunk.
As the chair, loyal and cricked is his only friend.
He sits on the land beyond tears and emotion.
As all his friends die around him he becomes
as lonely and cracked as that chair.
The bottle tempered and shattered
across the glass like stone.
The tears, they fly across this field of cotton.
The years when gray hair sets in
the roots of his prayers.
The old man sets on a tune of silence
even tho it makes the loudest noise the walls ever heard.
As the music plays he dances, until he becomes happy.
His eyes shattered into glassy snow.
As the blood falls from his forehead,
he wishes that this nightmare of
death shouldn't have to happen.
Sun feb 7 2010
I wish you were hereI wish you were here now.I wish you were here4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
I sit for hours and remember your smile...
Your glowing eyes.
I conjure an image in my mind.
Candlelight, satin, wine.
I wish you were here now.
Soft whimpers in the air when I touch you.
Shivers down your spine when I kiss you.
The warmth that consumes me when you're near me.
The sigh from the lips when they part.
I wish you were here right now.
I'd make you happier than you ever were.
I'd cover you with rose petals and silk and trail my lips over your body.
I'd make your ivory skin burst in flames as I touch you.
I'd make you scream as I bite you.
I wish you were here now.
Dawn of the Dragons 2Dawn of the Dragons 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
I was freezing, but then again I was always freezing, cold, and shivering.
I haven't had a warm meal from as long as I can remember. I was a little hungry so I bit a chunk of an icicle. It wasn't very hard to chew, I kind of got use to it after a series of trying it out.
I left my frozen burrow, noticing small icicles hanging around my entrance. I hated it when icicles blocked my entrance.
I had to break all of the icicles which was pretty much a workout. When I got out I noticed that it was more freezing than usual I started stumbling around until I found a
huge block of ice. When I got closer I found it getting colder and colder.
My instincts told me to stay back, but its presence near me dragged me closer and closer. I thought I could hear a tiny voice, but then I thought it was my imagination. I hesitated, but it was clear in my head saying "come closer closer " then there was a strange devious laug
See, Speak, Hear no evil. biosSee, Speak, Hear no evil. bios6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: (see no evil)
Current Residence: N/A
Talents/Skills: See no evil suit ability analyzes what ever abilities of the person she looks at and programs a counter ability into the suit weapons. The suit also generates an static pulse two neutralize the Target best ability and weakens the adrenal. Natural Hand to hand
Distinguishing features: Eyeballs on the gloves.
How do they dress: helmet, visor has a special shutter that covers the visor, Gloves, eyeballs on the gloves that light up, boots
Mannerisms: dangerously nosy.
Habits: gets distracted by random things they see.
Greatest Flaw: depends on her sense of Sight.
Best Quality: Her sight abilities.
Name: (hear no evil)
Current Residence: N/A
The Suited ManThe Suited Man2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I use to Know
To tell him I was his Target
On my Heart
Yes I love Him
The thing that wants to kill Me
Why must I
Love him so
Im like Him
I aint afraid of you
Should be afraid of Me
Realize It Now
You Are My Shadow
As I am YHours
Bloodwork- The HeirBloodwork- The Heir8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
It's a clear night with full moon overcast. The moon is bright red casting down on a building in a city suburb. The building is a high rise hotel, inside a pitch black room Blood work sleeps in a bed with the covers over her head. Her sword sits leaning on a chair near by her bed. Her helmet sits n the seat of the chair.
Voice: A voice is calling us, crying out for vengeance. At last, my strength has return and my power is at its full ebb. Awaken my master; there is a soul that must die by my hand tonight.
Blood work's eyes begin to glow bright red.
Bloodwork: Oh @#%$, it's that time of the month already?
Blood work's caption: ok for those that don't know here's what happening. My sword awakens once a month to kill.
She gets up rubbing her eyes with her hands.
BloodWork caption: my name is BloodWork, I have no memory of who I am and believe it or not
Eternal Rose"Just thinking of losing this feeling I found in you makes me lose my breathEternal Rose5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the knife to pierce even deeper into my heart."
You are my everything now.
I can see your tears fall and turn to rose petals in the morning snow.
I can see my blurred reflection in the glass as I put my mask on.
Thinking of you makes me shrudder.
A burning desire to feel your lips devours me.
Whispers and screams I hear in my head are my only company.
The touch you gave me still lingers on me.
My heart is empty but the love I feel for you.
I don't know myself, but understand you completely.
I feel you under the façade.
I see you in the mist.
I'm reaching for you
But never seem to hold you.
In your arms I'm safe.
In my arms you can be yourself.
I'll love you no matter who you are in the end.
I'll wipe all your tears, turn your skin to satin .
I'll give you all of me
And accept even the slightest part of you For now.
I want you whole.
I need you.
I love you.
But I can't wait.
Bloodwork eyeball profile.Bloodwork eyeball profile.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Occupation: Recorder, Watcher
Talents/Skills:has the ability to watch a person via the suit through electronic devices.. Gadget suit that has two red compound eyeball devices attached to the side of the helmet. Eyeball devices attach to the arms, and ankles. Full face Helmet and body suit. The detach device enhances the area of the body it is attach to.
Weight: 110 pounds
Distinguishing features: Costume.
How do they dress: Blue and red body suit. Boots, gloves, eyeball helmet. Detachable compound eye devces.
Mannerisms: .Acts imposing and cold but is using this as a cover to cover up her lack of confidence
Habits: Makes eye jokes while fighting.
Speech Patterns: Speaks with a stern tone.
Greatest Flaw: Lack of self confidence when exposed. .
Best Quality: Will do what needs to be done.
Not Quite Dead YetBlackNot Quite Dead Yet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My whole world
It's simply... black
"I think, therefore I am"
So I must be alive
So then why do I feel
I'm just a shell
of my former self
I'm still alive
But I'm barely breathing
Is this truly
What life is like?
I can't remember
A faint, distant memory
This is wrong
And like a tidal wave
A deluge of feelings
And I gasp for air
As a panic strikes me
I remember her
And how just a wayward glance
Would stoke the fire
Lighting me up from inside
All the smiles
She wasted on me
Could bring the dead back to life
The tiniest, simplest, barest
Would set me on fire
And even now
With just a memory
And a ghost touch
The smallest little ember
Of life I have left
Into an inferno
I remember now
I used to be alive once
But I've lost her
My other half
That piece of my soul
That truly made me feel
Maybe it's better
Not to think of her
Unspoken WordsUnspoken Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is what you hoard.
In a box is where it's kept,
Under the bed where you have slept.
Your smile is of greed,
Many will bleed.
You cling to a jar,
So many there are.
Inside are the hearts from your past,
Loves that had never last.
One more you add,
She cries half mad half sad.
] Knowing what she can't have is her pain,
Strength is what she gains.
Now she finds peace in solitude,
Her heart is glued.
The pieces once again all back,
Thieves come to take it but they are smacked.
None shall touch,
Her past is her crutch.
She shall not forget,
Because she wants them to regret.
Gam+Tav For WhatPumpkin"So anyone wwanna play spin the bottle?~" Eridan, of course, made this request. Even if he didn't have that accent of him anyone would have been able to assume that it was him. Nepeta raised her head slightly, and smiled widely.Gam+Tav For WhatPumpkin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's a purrfect idea!" Tavros looked at her, surprised she had agreed. Then it slowly dawned on him that this must be some perfect shipping opportunity for her. He, though, didn't really think this was a good idea so he managed to stutter out.
"I-I d-don't think uh that's a very, uh, good idea ." Gamzee gave a soft honk, and pushed Tavros's four wheel device into the already forming circle. "It's a great motherfucking idea tav. Honk honk honk!" He laughed, stumbling in his normal, high, wobbly way to sit across from Tavros. Tavros bit his lip, wishing that Gamzee had sat next to him. It was way more plausible for the bottle to point at him when they were across from each other than if they were next to each other.
Luckily, though, Eridan
Just So You Know pt 2-adiosToreador [AT] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]-Just So You Know pt 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
AT: aRE YOU, uH, THERE?
AT: uH, GAMZEE, pLEASE, uM, ANSWER...
-adiosToreador [AT] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]-
Gamzee heard the dinging of his husktop, knowing someone must be trolling him, but he kept his eyes fixated on the celing above him; never moving. He had just confessed his deepest darkest secret to Tavros, his best bro next to Karkat and the sweetest troll to ever walk Alternia. He was sure the crippled troll would be extreamly uncomfortable around him now and it stung him. Normally he wouldn't give a damn. He was supposed to be so cool and collected, not so edgy and nervous but when it came to Tavros his calm demenour faded. Being with him just felt so right but Gamzee felt so wrong throwing all his feelings at him like that.
Gamzee sighed, convincing himself he was going to lock himself in his hive for the rest of his life when there was a
John: Flirt-Joke with KarkatLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)John: Flirt-Joke with Karkat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▲: EB: hey
▼: CG: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT
▲: EB: to talk with you~
▼: CG: WELL CONGRATS, YOU FINALLY MANAGED TO FUCKING DO SOMETHING RIGHT
▲: EB: aww thank you
▼: CG: THAT WAS SARCASM YOU SHITSPONGE
▲: EB: or was it? >:3
▼: CG: IT DEFINITELY FUCKING WAS
▲: EB: oh relax, i'm just teasing
▼: CG: WELL TEASING IS NOT IN MY ARSENAL. HATING YOU IS IN MY ARSENAL.
▼: CG: DO YOU HATE ME YET YOU TAINTCHAFER?
▲: EB: nope
▲: EB: and what do that even mean?
▼: CG: FUCKING FUCK HOW HARD IS IT TO HATE ME?
▲: EB: for me, impossible~
▲: EB: and why do you want me to hate you so much?
▼: CG: NO PARTICULAR REASON....
▼: CG: BUT IF WE BOTH HATE EACHOTHER IT'S A LOT FUCKING EASIER
▲: EB: well i don't hate you
▲: EB: and i won't anytime soon
▼: CG: SO YOU THINK, IN YOUR RUSTED LITTL
Gift Giving and GirlyCardDisclaimer: I don't own Hellsing.......darn.....Gift Giving and GirlyCard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: Okay! Put away those tissues because here comes another installment of Hellsing Comes But Once A Year! I had to go to a mall to round out the ideas behind this story of Young Walter and Girlycard buying a gift for their employer. Warning: Contains sexual humor and a case of demonic speaking dolls.
Young Walter paid the cabdriver as Girlycard got out and stretched her arms. It was four weeks until Christmas. Although Girlycard kept telling Walter that they would have plenty of time to get a present for Arthur and his wife, Walter insisted saying that he dreaded the late shopping.
They were inside the store now which was getting even more crowded. Girlycard removed her hat and whispered into his ear,You want I should thin the herd Wally?
Walter gasped, knowing fully what Girlycard was implying she would do,No! Just behave yourself and stop getting into trouble, help me find a gift for L
Feeding FrenzyOnce a week, Sora loaded up his truck with the farm's animal byproducts and drove out into the woods. The tradition had started about a year before. Sora had found a young naga, his own age, emaciated and hungry and digging through their trash for food. He was lucky he'd caught the creature before it went after any of the live animals.Feeding Frenzy3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That particular day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The woods were a bit quiet, but Sora drove to the naga's preferred meeting place without any trouble. Riku; that was the naga's name. He didn't tell anyone, neither his family nor his friends, about his little missions to the wilderness. Sora figured he was doing the area a service by keeping the more dangerous monsters in the woods fed.
When he arrived, Riku was waiting for him.
"I'm hungry," he complained. He was always hungry- that was nothing new. His voice, however, sounded different than usual, raspy and distracted. He was sitting upright. His posture was rigid.
"Well, I bro