It's not hatred, it's incredulity.when i was ten years old my
teacher asked the class,
"if you were god, what would
and i remember
biting my lip so hard
that it bled. carefully,
i wrote about
how i would teach
kids from an early age on how to
love yourself and no one
else and that there is no such thing as
an almighty power that will pity
you and answer your desperate prayers
at three a.m. because you're the only one
who has that kind of control.
when i handed it in she just looked
at me like i was the
her child's bed. the next day i
was sitting in her office wondering
why it was so wrong to
talk about what's in your heart at a catholic
school when that's what the priest tells
you to do at every sunday mass and
the teacher asked me
another question, "do you
hate god?" and i
wanted to scream "yes, yes!" because
how can a god let the world
slip through their fingers like this one has?
but instead i answered,
"no. i just don't think there is one."
and sat in the chair,
staring at the cross on t
Legend of DA: Chapter 1Legend of DALegend of DA: Chapter 18 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It all started on a clear day at sea, a small ship sailed for the mainland, carrying its passengers to their destination. One such passenger, who was standing near the bow watching the horizon, was a young glasses-wearing man with amber eyes and a small goatee named Nick Evarith. He wore a long grey traveling coat, a white t-shirt, dark-green pants, and dark boots. But his clothes werent his defining traits, nor was his slightly short stature; it was the fact that his short spiky hair was iron-grey. Suddenly, the ships horn sounded and Nick turned to see his destination coming into view; the port town of Pescarth. His thoughts turned to a few days ago as he left his home with his mother saying, Stay safe, and follow your heart, and his fathers advice of Try to come home in one piece with a new daughter-in-law! He chuckled slightly at this, and as th
Legend of DA 3Legend of DALegend of DA 38 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Consciousness slowly returned to Nick as he realized that he was lying in one of the beds of the inn he stayed at recently. He slowly sat up and looked down to see the mysterious medallion hanging from his neck, minus the blinding light and ominous voice. However, he did hear the sultry voice of Nekora who was sitting right next to him.
Glad to see youre awake. We were worried about you, she said, handing him his glasses. How long was I out for? Nick asked. A day, she replied.
I was asleep that long!? Geez, it only seemed like a couple of hours. Where are the others?
Well Shura went into town, and hasnt been back since midnight. And Blaze recently left saying something about dragging that perv back here by his hair. And me, well I was a little hungry, she said blushing.
Addicted To Your NameYour name,Addicted To Your Name4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Sticks to my skin,
And leaves filthy black marks;
You always enjoyed watching,
My horrified reaction,
You would smile as each mark
Bit a little deeper;
And sullied my lilac dreams.
I lost you;
A couple of years ago.
And you're not the man,
You once were,
No ambition, no drive,
No love, lust or even
That used to make my breath catch,
And eyes twinkle,
And now I look at the product
Of my own boredom,
I hate myself for letting you go,
And letting myself fall,
Fall into the arms of my love,
When, perhaps, I should be,
Making the world know your name,
And giving you world renowned fame.
(that once you craved)
And once I admired.
Then, maybe you'd still be,
That sweet boy,
I turned away.
why i always write whenbecause you are staticwhy i always write when4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and magic and gems
pooling in my palms.
because you are finite
and fragile, pale
because you are numb
aching and regretful.
because you are cocaine
crystals and ecstasy,
joy and loud color.
because you are graffiti art
spun from aerosol cans
along the expanses of freeways,
because you are sad-boy-blue
because i love you.
wish you were herei can see the pattern on the wall-wish you were here5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
inky fingerprints, your nephew.
and i can hear the street
and voices of people
out a little too late
but maybe they can't sleep either.
but not in the way of postcards and travellers
i just want you-
here beside me
(because when you are here
and i wake up
i can hear you breathe and watch you sleep
and trace your collar bone
and smile for the people outside the
house just incase
but it isn't home anymore
because i get up and
make the coffee myself
and find the sugar, cereal and
curse at the bills by myself.
i can hear the people outside my door hurry -
and i think about how you wanted kids.
(everybody hurries and dances by
i am left in the shadows of the house.
a dark that opening the curtains does not fix.
it only makes me feel
like that guy from the movie you like -
where i'm finding out how life would be if i was never
born, but instead i'm finding out what it would
feel like if i never
this is the night .collabthe entire sky felt too heavythis is the night .collab4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
so it sunk to its knees
begging for relief
for the emptiness
that always follows the pain
numbness in place of agony.
this is the time of dying suns
that donate brilliant colours to the sky
for those who admire the deep red vistas
and feel the end of another lonely day.
hot shock to the system,
this is sunlight
breaking your body
with unbending hands,
the heaviest hit
hurting even the hollows
between your bones,
this is the time that shadows grow
scurrying and juvenile in their footholds,
the newfound cracks and crevices
where dying light has lost its strength.
the wind has birthed us
tornado children in the night
the dark swallowing us
to be as invisible as our mother
and just as powerful.
the sun is still shining
where you are,
as my head blushes against
this is a time of change
allowing the world to be something different
allowing us to escape ourselves
this is the night.
wateri gently handed you my feelingswater2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
like expensive wine,
finely aged over time
and ready for you
instead you grabbed the glass
and dropped it,
shattering it to the ground
as if my feelings
and my love
anything at all.
and now i realize that
they were just
and that maybe
not everyone likes to drink.
but i need a drink right now,
not alcoholic love
i just want some water.
hurt.it hurts.hurt.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
because you shouldn't
feel it in the first
you just want to
stand in front of the train
and let it ravage
your body, savage
you just want to
cut out every organ,
from inside every cell.
you just want to
open up your blood,
set it loose, mix with mud
drop the knife and watch the red run free.
you just want to
fall in the fire and let it burn
every nerve in your body made to yearn
for a second's reprieve that never comes,
just fall face first
into the flames
because there's no reason
I'll Protect You"Spain..?" The quiet, abnormally soft voice of South Italy broke through the silence that surrounded the Spaniard, causing the older nation to jump out of his deep thoughts and turn to look at the tiny boy who was watching him nervously from the doorway of the olive skinned man's room. The small nation looked uncharacteristically worried as he stared with wide eyes at the elder; the blanket Spain had gotten him not long after the larger nation had gained guardianship over him clutched tight to his chest. The small Italian would never admit it to the generally annoying Spaniard, but it always comforted him when he was scared. Well, almost always.I'll Protect You3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Spain watched the younger momentarily; his once narrowed eyes softening as he took in the small nation's uneasy features. He pushed aside the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind mere moments ago, holding his arms out for the small nation he'd come to adore so much. The tiny boy instantly raced over to him, surprising the Spaniard as he wil