My juices are for herYour black-laced cleavage looked good,My juices are for her1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hadn't noticed it around your boyfriend before.
the tea used me to talk you up,
created gushy ideas that you were unfulfilled,
because everyone has something left to void.
mellow legs, doused in black glad-wrap,
tinkling up to a sawn-off dress that captures your weight,
and smooths it till it's cupping your breasts,
fully aware of its own self-worth.
I'm way ahead of the curve.
Poker is for nerds who know how to lie.
she left with three arms
all around her waist
she told me to drink lemon-water
now my teeth are lemons
and my juices are for her
The Horizon and the ShorelineI saw you in the ocean, riding waves like seaweed leaves.The Horizon and the Shoreline2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you kept your arms in motion
kept waving out to me.
I blew a kiss goodbye,
and stayed to watch you leave.
For the tide's a perfect gentleman, he'll take you out to sea.
the gardenthe serpent was usthe garden8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the apple was
thinking we could eat
it and become as
but snakes cant
and we've been
Fakemon IdeasThis is my Fakemon Idea list, where I post some ideas that me and friends have came up with for my Fakemon Game. If you want you can try to make concept art of these ideas for me. That whould be nice. Now let's continue:Fakemon Ideas1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
.Poison type Primordial Ooze/Soup Slug Fakemon (Evolves 3 times, gains Ground type on first evo, on second evolvtion, if exposed to a Legendary Stone, it will evolve once more into a legendary.)
.Normal-Ice type Rabbit-like Fakemon
.Fairy-Poison type Insect Fakemon (Evolves 2 times) (I imagine it with either pale pastel color scheme and/or large fluttery wings.)
.Chocolate-based Fakemon (Evolves 2 times, second evolution is gained by either using a Dusk Stone on it (Gains Dark type) as it becomes Dark-Chocolate based, or a Dawn Stone on it (Gains Fairy type) as it becomes White-Chocolate based.) (I personally imagine it to be like Swirlix, only with Chocolate)
.Ground type Alpaca mixed with Goat Fakemon (Evolves 2 times, gains Fighting type at second Evolution)
The Little Apartment Building The Little Apartment Building Of (mainly) Lovecraftian Crossovers, Crack, Meta-references And Other Assorted HorrorsThe Little Apartment Building 2 years ago in Humor More Like This
It all started with the paper.
It is a little known fact to outsiders that the occult community in the Northeastern states has a newspaper – The Thaumaturgical Herald, with a total of four pages, printed on cheap paper and peppered with the strangest advertisements imaginable and pieces of varied information regarding the most recent findings, speculations and rumors; each small issue is so riddled with jargon, some passages resemble a jumble of blindly chosen words and even languages.
One day, on a wonderful sunny spring morning to be exact, several people bought, borrowed or otherwise had access to several copies of the newest issue, and each of these people had to reread a certain advertisement, because it sounded too good to be true.
Crowninshield House Apartments, 80 High Street, ARKHAM. $30/mo. Four 2 BR/1BA apartments, one 3BR/1BA apar
prologe- The Night Liversprologe- The Night Livers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The chill air whipped at my bare legs as i ran from the shadow chasing me. the dead forest leaves crunched under my bare, frostbitten bare feet giving away my location. Hiding was not an option because the shadow would just find me by following the aroma of my blood and the fear in it was driving him insane. Before all this he pulled up to me in a white mini Van and told me that he can change my life completely if i stepped closer. He promised me a better world where no one can tell me what to do or what to be.
" just something i need back," he said in his rough voice.
" What was that?" i had asked, thinking it was something horrible like being raped or murdered.
" Your services. You see, i have this organization and i think you'll be perfect for it."
" What is it that you do exactly?"
" i run an Organization called V.H.S, vampire hunter society."
" Sorry but i don't belive in vampires." After he drove away i saw this shadow that began foll
The Forest Breathes at Night.The leaves flutter and dance under the gentle caress of the winds subtle song; Moonlight and shadow dancing on the earthen floor, light and dark in an eternal marriage of primordial love to which has no end.The Forest Breathes at Night.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon, that's soft, twilight kiss of her luminescent touch, ripples off the surface; the water basking in the divine pale glow; light reflecting off of every ebb and flow of the waters gentle moonlight serenade on the silken surface, like yards of silk bellowing in warm summers breeze.
The forest sings to me at night, entreating me to release myself from my earthen bounds, freeing myself from these shackles of skin, flesh and bone. The cherry blossom fills the air with a sweet, enticing melody for the senses.
How I feel at home here; a guest in Natures sanctuary of senses, where all time is lost and untainted by the restrictions of civilisation.
Nature, I hear her breathing at night as I sleep on her bed of earth, under the gaze of the loving stars, watching me in envy, wishing
[The D'sney Mythos] Once Upon A TranceThe Cthulhu Mythos meets Disney, as performed by Henry Anthony Wilcox.[The D'sney Mythos] Once Upon A Trance8 months ago in Humor More Like This
I know you -
I gawked at you once upon a trance.
I know you -
A glance at your face is so perilous a glance.
And I fear it's true,
That nightmares are seldom all they seem...
And since I saw you, I know what you'll do:
You'll eat us all up
Once you rise up out of the sea.
Ia, ia, ia...
While It BurnsWhy does a moth flyWhile It Burns1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Directly into the flame?
Perhaps its captivated
By the beauty to be found
In such pure recreation
It flies so surely
Into its own death
Because it believes
The flames of rebirth
Will allow it a second chance
And perhaps that this time...
It will appear a butterfly.
Perhaps this is the only thing
It can force itself to believe
While it burns.
The Redacted Qur'an (Excerpts)I THE EXORDIUMThe Redacted Qur'an (Excerpts)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
IN THE NAME
Praise be to
the straight path
of those who have gone astray
80 HE FROWNED
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
He might have sought
to purify himself - but that
wealthy man remained to
cleave asunder the thickets,
to delight in each brother;
each of them beaming,
smiling, joyful, face veiled
88 THE OVERWHELMING EVENT
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
Have you heard
of men, worn out, drinking
from a bitter gushing
fountain, soft silken carpets
spread, and Heaven leveled
to their account?
90 THE CITY
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
I swear you
are a created
91 THE SUN
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
The sun and the moon,
the day, the night spread
Him with knowledge of sin:
"Blessed shall be the man
who kept pure ruined pride
when Allah's own spurge razed
the city. He was afraid
Fade to NoirFade to Noir12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons entwining thoughts...
Times a Mortal enemy,
Shame was all she bought...
A Blade reflects the moonlight...
shame turns to self hate...
words, so haunting in her mind,
The Needle close, a love affair,
the choice was hers to make,
Just a shiv could give her peace...
As conciousness evades...
Exhausted, self realization...
Her Blade so safe within,
As the mirror of Truth Cracked suddenly,
Her Lifeforce was now Drained.
No more Recognition...
Just Loathing and disgust,
A body that Never mattered...
No longer Feeling Touch.
At Peace, The Cut straight up her arm,
Warm Blood her only Friend...
But she couldn't Fuckin Feel it,
A departing Soul would end.
As Demons danced upon her grave,
Looking down she saw his Face...
Familiar yet Distant, confusing...
Another Fatal mistake.
Rage consuming Darkness,
Hunger, Lust in Spades,
Darkness now consumed her...
Never to awake.
A distant bell was ringing...
Confused, the blood still warm,
She awoke to find i
Pillow Talk“What do you think?”Pillow Talk1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I don’t know, Bandolix; anything about what I said.”
“I think it’s after midnight and I’m tired as hell and have drills at oh-seven-hundred hours.”
“Right, right. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just really bothering me.”
“Brennan, go to sleep.”
“What? I can’t hear you. You’re mumbling into the pillo-”
“I said, go to sleep.”
“I can’t go to sleep with this on my mind.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I already told you!”
“Shit, Brennan, it’s so fuckin’ late, just go to sleep…”
“Bandolix, I’m telling you, this is really bothering me.”
“And I told you it wasn’t a big deal.”
The Transfer StudentsThe Transfer Students4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Transfer Student(s), Part 1
The sun was beginning to set and the afternoon light was a warm gold that was fading quickly to a sharp crimson.
The Headless Headmistress, with her head on her shoulders for this particular encounter, knocked on the door of the small house. She attempted to peer through the window, but found that thick black drapes were shut over all the ones she could readily see. She frowned momentarily until she heard movement behind the door.
After a long succession of locks were undone, the door eased open and a wary eye looked the visitor up and down before looking behind her.
A horse was tied to the porch railing. The creature whinnied and tossed its head, sensing it was being watched.
The eye traveled back to the Headmistress on the other side of the door. She wore a fitted suit and had dark hair that was perfectly coiffed into a hairstyle that looked like it belonged in the previous century
No little children love me - An Imaginary Tale"No little children love me." He remembered saying on more than one occasion to Smee. It was not just a statement, but fact. At least it was as far as he was concerned. In all his many years, no little children ever loved him. Even when he was a child. Other little children his age would prefer to stay away or simply did not like him. Time and time again, this was a proven fact that no little children loved him.No little children love me - An Imaginary Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even when they called him to them.
It was not the first time, and certainly would not be the last, but the Captain was once more summoned away from his ship and home, to some other land where no one could see him. Except for one. It was always a child. Rarely older than 13 and always frowning or smirking proudly at him with a toy sword or stick. Most often, it was a young boy pretending to kill pirates. He found that if he pretended to die, the child would be satisfied and send him on his way once more. Even the girls who called for him only wanted him so a boy pretending to be
When Lovecraft met Poe.It is not long before my limbs are stirring once more and my mind comes to a clicking, clattering beginning.When Lovecraft met Poe.5 years ago in Humor More Like This
My first conscious realization is the weight of my tongue, pressed against the inside of my lips. I force the slab of muscle from between my teeth. At this movement, a sound befalls my ears. Curiosity piqued, I attempt to discern what noise had just been made. After a mere second of questioning, I am able to place a name upon the uttered sound: a gasp. A gasp is a sound to recognize shock, appreciation, or horror right? I nod to myself in my mind, thinking, right as I suddenly become aware of the foul stench assaulting my nose.
Oh! What an awful stench. I wrinkle my nose against it, wishing to spat and splutter out against such a putrid smell. The shock of the stench forces my eyes open. I blink back goo and fog as my mind works to remember how to process all of the information that is flooding through my brain. Lights pool around me and I set to work upon adapting