We AreWe Are the generation who never learned how to speak.We Are5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We Are the offspring of the decade
20 years hence.
Post 60s love, 70s drugs, 80s hair.
We don't know where we fit. Not yet.
We were the last to grow up on Sesame Street before it was unsuitable for children.
We are. Statistics.
Lost in a world that doesn't recognize us. We let our different colored ipods define us.
We are. Plugged in. To every one else.
Caffeine-addicted alcoholic cyber-socialites.
We are. 3-am internet junkies.
Learned our 1s and 0s before our yes's and no's
We are. Complacent uncaring electorates.
We think joining a Facebook group is an act of protest
We are. Godless. And Godful. Indifferent and morally pretentious
We are. Affixed to our LCD screens.
The Network manifest, Viral Video machine.
We are. The self-destructive invincible
We are. The philosophic insomniacs
Unread blogs of misplaced ideals, deified.
We are. A cavalcade of unwavering conformity
The will of the collective unconscious.
FaeFae tearsFae3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of this willow.
Listen with your eyes
and let not your ears
out of focus.
This night is
actually quite old,
older than time itself,
I've Lived Too Late, Too LongBefore I die I want to feel tears of happiness on my cheeks and taste deprived laughter on my tongue. I want to have lived a strange and mysterious lie, but I hope that I've planted the truth in every child's head I've touched.I've Lived Too Late, Too Long4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In my heart I know that I wish to experience hate and tip toe along the lines of love. There is no point in living a bland and unexciting life for that is not living at all. For my right to breathe and survive I'll have fought disease and vanquished those who would put me down. In my hand I'll hold a swatter and squash mosquitoes carrying vanity and meekness because I refuse to be infected.
In the evening I'll walk in copper fields whilst the sea laps at my feet. My mind will remain open whilst my soul curls in to protect itself. Straining, I'll listen for your voice, hoping to hear it one last time before the rot within me finally conquers my strength and determination. I need to hear your tenderness hugging tightly to w
Standing StillStanding StillStanding Still2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I cannot think straight anymore.
I really need to see you now.
But you just turn and close the door.
To hide my tears, my head will bow.
I always seem to wait for you
But you never do wait for me.
It is sad that I always knew
This is how it was meant to be.
You gave me a horrible scar.
You really pretened to care.
You bit me like the snake you are.
Yet you look like a teddy bear.
Left alone on this silent hill,
You'll always see me standing still.
JesterSee his happy lying faceJester4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whos lines with a pen you could trace
This happy jester
Whos inner wounds fester
The rotting flower pedals do fall
Within his body, his demons crawl
Hopefully, one day this lying jester
Whos inner wounds always fester
Wont have to lie anymore
What do you think of this fairytale lore
Insert An Original Title HereInsert something meaningful here. Something which will cause your eyes to brim with tears, something that'll tug at the corners of your mouth until at last you smile.Insert An Original Title Here4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Conjure up, in your empty mind, thousands of words. Short words, long words, complicated words and mished-mashed-rhyming-slang words. Try to find words that make you want to jump for joy, grab those short sentences that describe his shining teeth perfectly, or those which capture the essence of her round eyes like a photograph.
In this paragraph, if you will, place something original. Something groundbreaking. Write here, for yourself, something heart wrenching. Show me the words that'll end world poverty, teach me how to write romance. Scorch the blank empty page with tales of death and hate.
Now finish this if you would be so kind with a h
I'd Hate to be Harry PotterI'd hate to be Harry PotterI'd Hate to be Harry Potter5 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I'd hate to be harry potter,
With glasses, scar and wand.
I know he went to Hogwarts but
That's something I don't want.
I know that he does magic tricks,
And hangs with Dumbledore.
That would be fun if I could stop
The teenage girl author.
I just can't stand the fan fictions
That tell of his new love.
The one Rowling forgot about,
The one that he's dreamed of.
The beauty that is Mary Sue,
(Not based on you, I'm sure).
Who sweeps him off his tortured feet,
The one we must endure.
Forget about Ginny Weasley,
She simply can't compare
To Mary Sue, so beautiful,
With hair so blonde and fair.
With curls that spiral gracefully
And rest upon her cheek.
With highlights of pink and purple
That makes her look so sleek!
I would describe more of her looks
But that could take foreva
You see, it may take two chapters
Just to describe her hana
(She thinks it's Japanese for eyes),
That's all part of her charm.
She cares not for cannon or prose,
Which causes us alarm!
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
Not Just NumbersThe oldest face, the youngest age - I'm total paradox,Not Just Numbers2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My journey just began, and I don't know too many spots
Of Time and Space, but I am sure beginning will be done -
A single step to thousand miles, because I've got Not Just Number that is One.
Now in the mirror I expect to see good things. Instead
I see the Littlest Hobo who looks just like unmade bed.
Recorder, diary and luck... and asking "Who are you?" -
A smile and gesture "victory", because I've got Not Just Number that is Two.
That isn't me at all! This hair is just like candy floss,
And being stuck on Earth is easy thing to make me cross!
But I have car and gadgets and my martial skills with me,
They say I'm daddy-dandy - fine, because I've got Not Just Number that is Three.
The Teeth and Curls, the Scarfman or the Jelly Baby Man -
That's what I'm called right now, and I'm a real potluck fan.
Some deadly things are coming through, but now you say no more -
I'm not the reason of all that, though I have got Not Just Number that
UntitledThe word “love” falls out of my mouthUntitled2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if it were not meant to be used in my weakest moments
The pleasant chill of the “I love you”
Has yet to creep down my spine as it trickles off of my tongue
And I had no idea if the feeling of “love” truly existed
And then I met you
I have yet to understand why the curve of your lips
The heavy wind of your laughter
And the flow of your stride
Have a pull on my subconscious
And I don’t know why the safe hue of your eyes
Calms my unsteady breaths
I’ve heard and used the word love so often
It’s lost all meaning and value
But with you, everything is different
My open heart awaits the moment you breathe those three words to me
And I know I’ll whisper these three words back:
“I trust you”
Because trust is something only you would have
And that’s real to me
Date a Girl with her UmbrellaDate a Girl with her UmbrellaDate a Girl with her Umbrella3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing you should understand is that there's a very significant difference between a girl with an umbrella and a girl with her umbrella.
Look for a girl with her umbrella because she's definitely a keeper. Her greatest challenge on most days is finding a bag where her umbrella fits first and then cramming everything else after. She owns other umbrellas as well and she might be better off using them but she doesn't. She's been using that tattered and numerously repaired thing ever since she was small but at that time, taller than you. And even still, she'll keep it with her in the following years where you'll be the one keeping her.
Finding her can be quite tricky not because she can be seen anywhere but for the reason that she's practically invisible. She likes to be alone, tucked in the safest corner of the room, at the edges of a deserted sidewalk, a few precautionary feet away from people, and always in the shade.
Los opuestos se atraen - cap.16Al oír eso, aquella armadura que envolvía a Fionna desapareció, aunque aún seguía, con sus ojos de color rojo sangre, y aquellos grandes y afilados colmillos, frente a todos los presentes de aquel baile, fijando su vista aterrada y llena de asombro en la nieta del líder de la asociación…Los opuestos se atraen - cap.162 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Comenzaron a oírse aplausos entre cortantes y lentos al fondo del salón, todos fijaron su vista hacia el proveniente de aquellos sonidos, dejándole el paso, a una mujer, ya pasada de edad, su cabello era de color negro, aunque podían notar
Los opuestos se atraen - cap.12Ambos vampiros se alejaron flotando de la asociación desapareciendo en la fría y oscura noche, los cazadores que se encontraban sonrojados se adentraron a la asociación para poder dirigirse cada uno a sus respectivas habitaciones, junto con el Bakeneko y el HellHound.Los opuestos se atraen - cap.122 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Al momento en el que ambos cazadores habían ingresado en la gran e inmensa asociación, pudieron ver como Sheik, los estaba esperando de brazos cruzados fuera de su oficina.
-Sheik- Susurro Fionna
-Veo que por fin llegaron, ya me estaba preguntando cuando lo harían- Comenzó el hombre, quien se encuentra al mandato de la más reconocida y prestigiada asoc
Los opuestos se atraen - cap. 17En una de las esquinas del marco de una ventana, que alumbraba la habitación con el puro y limpio reflejo de la luna, se hallaba una gata blanca, con manchas color café, acostada, moviendo su cola de un lado hacia el otro, pensando “Ay, Fionnita, lo que te esperara mañana”.Los opuestos se atraen - cap. 172 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Al día siguiente, Fionna comenzaba a despertarse, por así decirlo, ya que no había alcanzado a dormir nada en la noche anterior, por el hecho de saber de qué, al despertarse, salir de su habit
Los opuestos se atraen - cap.13Marceline se acercó hasta donde se encontraba Finn y se agacho quedando cara a cara con él.Los opuestos se atraen - cap.132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-¡Osito polar!- Volvió a gritarle a Finn con una sonrisa en su rostro
-Marcy ¿Te encuentras bien?- Pregunto Marshall con un tono de curiosidad
-Por supuesto que sí ¿Por qué crees que no lo estaría?- Contesto Marceline devolviéndole la pregunta a su primo, al mismo tiempo en el que jugaba con las orejitas de la capucha de Finn
-Digo, de la nada gritaste osito polar ¿Por qué?-
-Eso es algo entre Finn y yo ¿Cierto “osito polar”?- Contesto Marceline dirigiendo su mirada a Finn, con una sonrisa en su rostro gui
15 HOTD: The Companions OuttingThe Companions Outing15 HOTD: The Companions Outting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaving the compound the companions had chosen a spot where a ramp had been built against the manor's protective wall. Little notice was given to them, which is what they wanted. Climbing atop the wall, only nearby guards watched, quietly. The group, like shadows, silently dropped down on the walk and headed off into the grayness of the neighborhood. Takashi did send word ahead to the outer perimeter as to which way they would be leaving the safe zone. This allowed a few of the guards to make enough noise to lure as many of Them away along the perimeter as possible. When they reached the wire, the group crawled through to the other side. It was late morning, and they still had plenty of time to scavenge a few places for supplies. However, the clouds were gray and heavy with rain.
Entre El Cielo Y El Infierno~Cap 6Fionna se sorprendió ante la respuesta del vampiro, realmente no esperaba algo así, esperaba algo más como un “no me importa”, o algo parecido, nunca pensó que le diría que se quedaría para protegerla.Entre El Cielo Y El Infierno~Cap 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
—¿Hablas en serio? ¿Vas a quedarte? —Preguntó, incrédula.
—Mira rubia, seré un criminal, un asesino o cualquier otra cosa, pero cumplo con mi palabra.
—Pero… ¿Para qué te quedas? Pensé que te daba lo mismo lo que me pasara.
—No creas que es para que Ashley no te lastime, pequeña —La humana frunció el ceño, sin entender a qué se refería—. Digamos que, lo que te espera de mi parte será mucho peor a lo que te podría hacer ella —Escuchó cómo tragaba ruidosamente y sonrió—. ¿Asustada, pequeña?
—Claro que no, Abadeer.
—Claro que sí, rubia.
—Si digo que no, es que no vampiro. ¿Qué mierda no te queda claro?
—¡Cuidado con tu boca! —Le gritó—. Si no quieres que empiece ahora mismo, cuida lo
England x Reader Take My HandEngland x Reader Take My Hand3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
England x Reader - Take My Hand
You heard a soothing voice calling your name.
"Who's there?" You searched desperately for it. You could see nothing but an ongoing room of darkness.
"It's me, ____... Arthur "
You looked again, but you couldn't see him at all, "I can't see you. Where are you?"
His voice chuckled, "I'm right here. Turn around."
Your heart raced, something didn't feel right. Would you dare turn around?
"____,please turn for me~" His British man pleaded.
It really sounded like him, so you sucked in a breath and turned. There he was, just the way you remembered- blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes clear skin, tweed clothing, and bushy eyebrows.
You reached out to touch him but he shot away from you like a lightning bolt. He stopped when he was almost a speck in the distance. You broke into a run, "wait Wait! Arthur!"
What you heard next broke your heart. "Haha. STUPID _____~ Running after me like some dumb git!"
The voice was
Entre El Cielo Y El Infierno~Cap 5Marshall terminó de ducharse y se puso su típica ropa que siempre consistía de una camisa, unos jeans y unas converse. Se peinó un poco el cabello negro azabache con sus propias manos, ya que estaba en su casa y le daba igual si estuviera peinado o no, y luego salió del baño.Entre El Cielo Y El Infierno~Cap 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Flotó hacia su habitación pero, antes de abrir la puerta, escuchó voces. ¿Qué estaba tramando la humana? Si venía de ella, nada bueno. Con total cuidado abrió lentamente la puerta para ver qué es lo que estaba haciendo y se quedó muy sorprendido al ver la escena.
Allí estaba Ashley, hablándole a Fionna con total naturalidad, como si no pasara nada, como si ella fuera su secuestrada y no de él. Tenía su pálida mano en el mentón de la chica, obligándola a mirarla, y parecía como si la estuviera amenazando. Marshall golpeó con fuerza la pared para captar las atenciones de ambas chicas, y Ashley fue la única en girarse ya que la humana estaba de frente a él, pero nunca había advertido la presencia del vampiro.
Beautiful Scars- Chapter 16 "Get it through your head, N. You can't trust humans." A stinging voice echoed throughout the walls surrounding two people. One was N, who was backed against one of the walls. He stared up at the other man. He tried to maintain his poker face, but every word stung worse than a thousand bees. "Humans are untrustworthy beings, you know. Look what they do to their pokemon, hm?" The older man snarled furiously, his face twisted upwards in a sneer.Beautiful Scars- Chapter 164 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There have to be good humans somewhere..!" N protested, earning himself a slap across his face. Tumbling to the floor, he didn't even bother looking up. He knew what was next; he had grown accustomed to this.
"Forget it, N. It's futile, humans can't be trusted." The man murmured in a venomous voice. "Come to trust man, and they will turn your backs on you. You can only trust pokemon, trust them only."
N squeezed his eyes shut as his body was shoved against the hard surfaces of the walls and floors. He didn't even know where
Beautiful Scars- Chapter 20 He had been crying. N had been crying. Backed up against a wall, silently sobbing to himself. Ghetsis had just been there, where he had brutally abused N once again. Once he satisfied his twisted needs he had left N a mess on the floor. He managed to round up the scraps of cloths he had, but he was still cold. He was still horribly cold, and alone. Around him was a bloody mess mixed with other bodily fluids. He rose off the ground, but his legs hurt and he doubled back to the ground. He leaned back, resting against a wall. Visibly, he was shivering and fresh tears replaced the old dried up ones.Beautiful Scars- Chapter 204 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though from out of the darkness came a figure. N looked up slowly, his eyes dull as ever. In front of him was a man of similar age. He wore a blue sweatshirt, dark pants and his hair was brunette. He was watching N, who didn't question the sudden brunettes presence.
The other man kneeled down in front of N and smiled softly. N didn't do anything, he d
Beautiful Scars- Chapter 57Final Chapter~Beautiful Scars- Chapter 574 years ago in Romance More Like This
I remembered seeing Gaycheese pull N up from the darkness of the collapsing castle. When I watched N plunge down into the shadows of the castle, I felt as if he had been gripping my heart when he fell, tearing it from my chest. It was tortuous, flying above the castle and watch it fall, knowing N would be but a memory, lost in the rubble. I had been shocked to see my hydreigon fly in out of nowhere. Apparently he had managed to follow us, and when I had told him N had fallen, he didn't hesitate to flying into the obis of falling stone and shadows. After the nerve wracking moments following, he had flown out in just the nick of time, holding an unconscious N. N had suffered many injuries from the falling stones, being battered and bashed several times. Fresh wounds had cut into his body, fresh blood trickling from the cuts and marks. His clothes were torn to shreds, stained with the crimson liquid. It was a horrifying sight, especially when he was barely breathing,
Beautiful Scars-Chapter 45Chapter 45Beautiful Scars-Chapter 454 years ago in Romance More Like This
I doubt N noticed anything. If anything it was probably a relief not to have to deal with my obsessive affection anymore. I felt painfully deprived though, as a man I had needs. Even if they weren't sexual needs, it was the need to hug another person with a loving affection. Love... /Do I love N?/ I often asked myself lately. I never answered this question, for fear of the answer itself.
As much as I wanted to hug him, or to kiss him I couldn't. I flickered my eyes up, watching N, who sat parallel to me. His eyes were distant, as they usually were, so he didn't notice my eyes trained on him. I knew it was for the best, not to do what I used to anymore. Ever since he told me about what happened in his childhood two weeks ago I was afraid to touch his fragile body, in case it broke. It was a silly notion, but every time I got close to him Ghetsis flashed in my mind. A cruel grin and mocking eyes, snarling put-downs at his own flesh and blood son. It was painful,