Baby, you're dying hardcore.I reach for a hand that's not there. You smile and fall and put on a stare, you're scared, you're lost, and for christ's sake, your eyes aren't deceiving your biggest mistake. You skip hearts you drown beats and you're starting to scare me, losing grip, fighting reality, you're starting to tear away my biggest defence, my violent arguments and for once in your life you're shutting me up. You're telling me you've had enough. And with a simple brush, of lips you declare you're going to give me your courage, your everything. Even that burning sting developing behind your eyes when you're dying to cry, covering up lies, devoring obvious ties. I know it's not the same (fingers moving, heart racing) and it's definetly not the fame (shaking arms, kissing teeth) but maybe it's the shame. Yeah, it's gotta be the shame. Biting skin, licking flesh, devouring this mess of an excuse of an illusion of a girl, a silhouette of perfection mixed with neglation, cut and diced with rejection
WrongI pressed backspaceWrong6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But nothing erased
The look on your face
The way that you lace
The air with smoke, as thick as fire
And in my arms the feeling is higher
Waves of earthquakes couldn't reach
Even experienced methods can't teach
Humans cannot subject to
feeling lesser than a few
Marked by capitals and crossed by t's
Committing sins and negative deeds
Inspiration is fragile, and heard you were too
And if you are too, than I guess that makes you
What the world aspired
What the world perspired
To assist your needs so you could grow
Devious, cunning, delightful, and so
You could turn back time and switch the tables
Rid all of the average fables
And prove to the world what real words can say
Prove to the world that living takes pay
Meant it or not
I'm sure if we're caught
Up in all of this
We'll see it as bliss
In a year or two
Maybe I'll despise you
While you're out world saving
My mentality will be rearranging
Marking in time, a place where I thought
That birds couldn't get caught
SomethingThere's something a little beautiful about no parking signsSomething6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something a little edgy about troops in lines,
There's something a little fashionable about falling apart
There's something a little daring to begin from the start.
If that doesn't work we'll incriminate
Guilt within a mind that screams,
Guilt within a mind that dreams
We don't need this rising tension
Board the plane and collect your pension
And we'll try not to mention
Your dying need for attention
Dark hearts, stressed art
Starting to think you're not so smart
Killing time and wasting life,
Cast upon another knife.
There's something a little beautiful about falling for a soul
There's something a little edgy about taking full control,
There's something a little fashionable about saying never
There's something a little daring to care too much forever.
Shooting FirefliesShe sought sorrow and he sought fateShooting Fireflies7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sorrows sorrow was way too late.
Without the fire and the wind so cold
The lies would have been deviously sold.
He said he loved her, like the wind
She said she loved him for his sins
The silvery way the stars gleamed down
Like the saddened reflection in her frown.
Twice was told until that day
The memories had swept away
For a great enormous sound
Had the whole world crashing down
A bang, a shot, a simple strike
A bullet colliding, and all the like
Her hand lowered as his hand raised
To his heart, and his eyes were glazed
Because shooting fireflies was easier
Then taking a path of kind leisure
The simple things had gone to waste
As his last breath was his last to taste
Gone away like it was right
Gone into the dark cold night
'Surrender', he could here her say
As all his thoughts had went away.
And in his mind it wasnt the act of dying
In his mind it was the act of crying
The pulling at his heart strings
That made the whole damn wor
Ginger Ale and Playing CardsGinger Ale and Playing CardsGinger Ale and Playing Cards7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Drink up baby,
Stay up all night
With the things you could do,
You won't, but you might,
The potential you'll be
But you'll never see,
The promises you'll only make.
Drink up with me now,
And forget all about
The pressure of days,
Do what I say,
And I'll make you okay
Drive them away,
The images stuck in your head.
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will,
I'll keep them still...
Roxas cracked open a can of Ginger Ale and took a swift gulp before any of the little carbon bubbles had a chance to escape. It instantly stung his nose, causing his eyes to water, but he gulped it down anyway.
Drink more Ginger Ale, his mother had told him, Itll help with your stomachache.
Yeah, right... Three cans of the bitter soda later and the blondes stomach only hurt more.
He laid back down in bed, letting a defeated sigh escape his lungs. Or it was more like
When it Snows IIII. December Hail:When it Snows II7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I look back at what happened a month ago, I can honestly say that I get a little creeped out, because no matter how much I try to tell myself that it was the wind, or some other lame excuse, I know what I heard was real. Sora asked me about it a few times afterwards, but I refused to go into it. I mean, I dont want him to think that Im schizophrenic.
And I know Im not, because The voice talks back to you, and tells you to do stuff, if you are. Or at least I think so, I havent looked it up. I dont really want to look it up either.
I havent heard anything else of that sort since then, so I guess it was just some random glitch in my head.
Yeah, thats it.
Anyway, I guess Ive been lucky. Its hardly snowed at all since that little squall back in November, so weve been able to use the skate park pretty much every day. A holiday fundraiser is even being set up. There
Ginger Ale and Playing Cards 2[Note: This is a direct continuation from Ginger Ale and Playing Cards Part 1, no intermission, so I hope you have a good memory...?! xD]Ginger Ale and Playing Cards 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A satisfied smile spread across Marluxias face, and he gave Roxas a formal nod. Thank you, we appreciate it.
Dont talk for me. Axel snapped.
Marluxia abruptly turned to Axel, his blue eyes looking as sharp as crystals as they narrowed into a glare. "Would you shut up?"
They stared at each other for a moment, and Roxas could tell that they were having some kind of silent argument. It amazed him that Marluxia was Axels manager, because they really didnt seem to get along well.
Carefully getting off of Demyx so that he didnt wake him, Roxas stood up and coughed lightly. Ever since he woke up from this evening he had been feeling better, but he still wasnt a hundred percent.
Ill, uh, show you your room.
Rooms. Marluxia added quickly, and Roxas gave him
A Beautiful Dance - Part IIIEvery person has his moments when his mind wanders off and contemplates how life could be rather than how it actually is. Everyone has certain times when they venture into their own worlds and forget, or simply refuse, to live within Reality. However, Zexion did not merely spend minutes or hours within an illusory reality; he created a replica of Idealism and began to live within it. Of course, he returned to Reality when had to, such as to take part in Organization meetings or to work in the laboratory, but the majority of the time, Zexion spent his time living in dreams. Even while on missions, the illusionist was half-way into the realm of Surrealism.A Beautiful Dance - Part III7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Living two lives would seem hard, but, for Zexion, who was not able to know of love in reality, leading a double life was not as hard as one would think. He learned that, in illusion, he could experience what Reality would forever refuse to allow him. Within this life of dreams and illusions, Zexion was
Grey Days - AkuDemyThe morning was grey and blank through the window that Demyx sat behind, staring as the world began it's usual run-through of waking up grey and remaining that way throughout the entirety of the day.Grey Days - AkuDemy7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sighed. He could tell today was going to be slow and boring, one of those days that you silently hoped to just sleep through. But he knew he couldn't sleep. Even if he wanted to, even if he tried. He ran another finger absent-mindedly down the strings of his Sitar, a small and bubbly note erupting from the strum.
He smiled. That was the one thing that could always bring him above these 'grey days'. A nice little cheery tune. He figured he'd follow through with it.
Trusting his fingers, he began to play a happy little dancing melody, each note lifting him back to his former bubbly spirits, each chord and each new instalment seeming cheerier than the last. It wasn't long before he was so involved in hi
When It SnowsHeres a Fact:When It Snows7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ive always hated the cold.
I cant explain it, really, because I have no reason for it. Nothing bad ever happened to me during cold weather, and I was even born in February, so, I guess I should like it. Love it even.
But I dont.
Its the summer I love.
The heat; that melts the snow.
I. November Fog:
a. Ready Yet? Fly.
Roxas! Hey, Roxas! Get up!
Mn Wha? What time is it?
Its time for school, Roxas! Time for school!
A low groan escaped the blondes mouth from under the covers as he curled his legs up to his chest, trying to keep the cold morning air that coated his bedroom out and away. A second moan was forced out of him as he felt another heavy body jump down on top of his chest.
Get off Sora!
His brother just laughed. I told you, you need to get up!
Roxas paused for a moment, thoughts slowly coming back to his head, like tendri
u n t i t l e d +DN?+ So very simply in love with a memory of what could have been,u n t i t l e d +DN?+7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what could never happen.
The background ties of two opposite motives,
Each trying to prove the same point, and
Make it happen.
Your life and your sanity are on the line,
So which will you pick?
The real question is, will you trust your heart,
Ginger Ale and Playing Cards 3Recap paragraph from part 2: Roxas stared in silence after Axel, watching him turn the corner that led out of the dining room, listening to every heavy footstep the redhead made as he climbed up the stairs.Ginger Ale and Playing Cards 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What the hell just happened...?
Roxas woke up for what felt like the millionth time the next morning, this time to the inviting scent of pancakes and maple syrup. He could hear Demyx softly singing to himself as he hopped about the kitchen from sizzling pan to sizzling pan.
Sitting up, Roxas rubbed his eyes. He didnt even know what time it was, but it had to be somewhat early because no one else was up yet.
Oh! Roxas, youre up! Demyx said cheerily as he turned around, pancake batter slowly sliding down the spatula and splattering onto to floor. Just in time for breakfast too! Im making pancakes!
Running his hand through i
A Beautiful Dance - Part VMarluxia and Zexion happened to be walking along the same corridor one evening when Marluxia noticed, for the first time, that the Organizations skilled tactician was on his way to madness. Zexions eyes were blank and glazed over, and his posture was no longer perfect. He seemed emaciated, and his skin now resembled that of a corpse. His hair was disheveled, and Marluxia decided that this view of the Cloaked Schemer was as close a view of a walking corpse that he would ever get.A Beautiful Dance - Part V7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zexion felt empty as any creature of the Heartless should be. That is, if Emptiness can be categorized as a legitimate emotion in the first place. Zexion, brilliant though he was, could not figure out this puzzle.
He Who Loves You He who looks at you with forgiveing eyesHe Who Loves You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the eyes that seem to see into your soul
they shed tears after you've walked away
He with open arms at first sight of you
the arms that hold you when you need to cry without holding back
they hold him when he thinks you need him and there seems no way to get to you
He who touches you with gentle fingers
the fingers that run through y
wat u really see in the mirrorMirror, mirror on the wall...wat u really see in the mirror8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who's the fairest of them all?
Fair of face, thou mirror show...
but deepest heart you do not know.
Smooth my brow and straight my nose…
glowing hair with scent of rose…
luscious curves and silken hose…
dear Mirror…how I love thee.
You hang here in my bathroom haunt…
to show me what I need and want…
thou shining, gleaming confidant…
wise Mirror…you display me.
As others see my sultry eyes…
my colored contacts glorify…
outward beauty, inward lie…
sly Mirror you conceal me.
What's this? A blemish do I see…
to mar my skin irreparably…
thou horror spot of infamy…
harsh Mirror…I detest thee!
How can I show my face to all…
as snide remarks behind me call…
judgmental looks upon me fall…
quick Mirror…please remake me!
Facade of fashion, slave of style…
beauty lasts such a short while…
public posture, private guile…
oh Mirror please release me!
Social woman's silent lie…
never let them see me cry…
its so lonely I could die…
cruel Mirror you enslave me.
So there exi
A Beautiful Dance - Part IA Beautiful Dance - Part I7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been quite a while since the tragedy at Radiant Garden happened. However, though so much had changed, so much had also remained the same. The seemingly unending phase of night into which the world had fallen continued to surround it completely. With no promising sign of dawn anywhere near, the powers of Darkness were able to have full control of Radiant Garden and its citizens; the small world was so tightly surrounded by the Darkness that it was almost asphyxiating. Radiant Garden was henceforth labeled condemned.
All the scientists in Radiant Gardens lab had died, Ansem the Wise included, and all of the citizens began to fear for their lives. Without those brilliant minds to keep searching out ways to protect Radiant Garden from the evils of annihilation, there would be no hope for Good to prevail against Evil. Ansem was the last of the scientists to have died, and the people lived in fright after he did. That is, they lived until they, too, were massacred.
A Beautiful Dance - Part IVGradually, Zexion began to lose concept of time. Days and nights, weeks and months.... they all seemed to melt together so no distinction could be made. He became so obsessed with his illusory life that he merely passed through Reality like a ghost through trees. In meetings, he would only pretend to pay attention to Xemnas speeches. In the laboratory, he would mechanically go through his work, his mind elsewhere.A Beautiful Dance - Part IV7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He would spend the majority of his days like this merely floating through Reality without being truly knowledgeable of it. However, when he was locked in his room at night, he felt as though he were truly alive. It was then that he could escape into his world of dreams.
The familiar illusory scent of flower blossoms filled Zexions room once again as the illusion of Marluxia materialized. Zexion could feel himself growing further and further apart from Reality, but he was also far from caring. Reality was his enemy; Reality kept him from experiencing love. I
I breathe for you.I hope you know I pretty much breathe for you.I breathe for you.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I breathe for you.
I quiver for you. I try...for you.
And I really hope that someday we can just BE. With no expectations. Nobody caring. Just two people in love with everything aside.
We could be identical. We could be opposite.
We could totally take on the world.
And at this moment I really feel that every little organism in my body is working to keep my heartbeat pumping just for the purpose of me being with you.
The world runs on the energy I put towards thinking of you.
All of the stars shine down for us to look at.
I really wish you took the time to notice. I wish I took the time to shine when you DID notice.
I know it's never too late, but sometimes I just feel...
like I hate you.
Like I just want to trip and fall out of my window.
And dream forever of you.
Because honestly? If we're meant to be together than I think the whole world is going to be disappointed.
Because no matter how much I love you, and how much I WANT to car
Believe in CigarettesBelieve. Like one of those words that has words inside of it, that make new meanings when you fuck around with the letters.Believe in Cigarettes8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But then there's the strength in words. The value of a few letters smashed together, the way you can arrange them to make someone laugh or make them cry.
"I hate you."
-breaks a heart. Takes a billion words and makes them all run through your head, tripping and falling over each other. Your race is over.
"I love you."
-makes a heart. Takes a billion tears and makes them sink away, or even come out of hiding for a positive confrontation. Letters upon letters walking hand in hand through eternity.
Was it ever all about making and breaking things?
The roads met in a four way stop. Letting out a deep sigh, he drummed his calloused hand on the top of the steering wheel, waiting for the car across from him to go. He turned the radio up a little. As the other driver collided with his car, he had stuck his ha
Getting To Know YouPlease note: This is a Zemyx fanfiction, meaning Zexion and Demyx are paired together as a couple. *Sort of* If you are not supportive of this pairing please do not flame. Thank you.Getting To Know You8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was hard not to see that the first time the Organization had a meeting with nine members, Zexion was watching the new one. It was hard not to see that even when Zexion went on a mission, he would come back to watch the new member more with observant eyes and never let him out of his sight for long. It was hard not to see that the new member was watching him back. Unless you were Zexion.
Zexion wasn't stupid. He wasn't ignorant, and he wasn't an idiot. But if you were talking about love, emotions, and partners, Zexion had nothing to say. Because he didn't love, he didn't have emotions, and he certainly didn't have the time or patience for a partner. Unless, of course, you meant in his studies.
When the new member came, Zexion wasn't too thrilled. He was indifferent when IX asked his name, and he
u n c l a i m e d b l o o d Splitting quick, they wed on a dark, moonless night in the balmy, June air. Beating hearts and rushing adrenaline, the two silhouettes stood beneath the alter, lips locked in a second of heated passion before they fled,u n c l a i m e d b l o o d6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Into the night, leaving the third beating heart,
Slowly, it bled.
The stain of unclaimed blood,
Forever the cool sand of that beach will be locked away, red in the thin hourglass of her heart. He meant to keep her unaware, of her other,