The Reaper's LootOf war, of war this day I write,The Reaper's Loot3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of battle and blood that is shed in the night,
Of cries and screams of blood and pain,
I wish this night to become day's light.
The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit,
The scars etched upon berserker brutes,
The hate and fear of fire and lead,
I see the fruit of the reaper's loot.
Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start,
Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts,
Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend,
And as their souls depart,
The devil sees your new art.
Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.Perspectives of a Hallucino...7 years ago in Open More Like This
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
ocean burning.one.ocean burning.6 years ago in Other More Like This
before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.
now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.
sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.
the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.
you were the waves.
she was the sand.
you'd stay up late and watch re-runs of old movies on tv, all the while wishing you had a road map to hope, because
maybe then you wouldn't feel so lost. you looked at the stars and saw happiness and wondered why you couldn't be up there, and all the time
you were missing the present.
she wished she was a volcano, and maybe then she'd explode a
The White MorgueThe White Morgue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Josh.Or:The fear of boring him-Josh.Or:The fear of boring him10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was wearing a skirt
in the kitchen
for the very first time,
as a friend of
mostly masculine clothes.
(in the usual sense.)
Fresh water and coffee beans
were - once again -
this blinking messiness' most cheering feature.
(the faucet: drip drip drip)
to pour it out and spilled.
you said: "shit". In moments like these
I want to climb across the table
my face along
the side of your neck, your black
hair smelling warmly
of you and your retro shirt
and feel your tight shoulders squirm
with suppressed irritated laughter.
Instead I drummed my nails on the table,
trying to look casual,
and listened to
the mildly pitiful sigh
of my ever sarcastic
little red radio.
Death of the ArtistRoland Barthes said, "Death of the Author," and society said, "Hey, why not?"Death of the Artist6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They didn't actually kill them, and it wasn't just the authors, either, though there isn't much written about the artists in those early days. The theory was to pretend that there was no author, to better separate the text from the experiences of the writer. Of course, that's impossible to enforce. So society went the other way. If they couldn't separate the author's experience from the text, they'd separate the author from experience.
It worked well, at first. What author or artist wouldn't leap at the chance to live in a commune full of no one but other artists and authors? They lived a kept life, with nothing to do but further their art. Everyone chosen to go for those first test runs was ecstatic. So they say.
Non-fiction authors don't go, of course. I've always wondered if they resent that.
I like to think that my parents are glad that I never showed the artistic talent to get myself shut away in one of
Catapedamaniai know they dont want me to jumpCatapedamania7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I have forever harbored inside me a fascination with edges.
My first memories are of standing on a cliff, wanting oh so badly for it to crumble under my feet. I saw a line separating earth and sky, and an urge rose in my chest to blur it.
This feeling of always being on the very tip of reality, wishing I could lose my balance and plummet, only intensified as I grew older. I found such sweetness in thoughts of stepping over sidewalk cracks to plunge into a world with nowhere left to stand on.
At the same time I was afraid normal boys didnt think of falling as I did, didnt want its escape from the cold, rigid ground. So I never mentioned it to anyone. But I didnt want to stop the desire blossoming inside me. I feigned interest in hiking and went out looking for the highest places to lose myself.
the throng is seething below, mindless chat
Strawberry NightmareStrawberry Nightmare9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cid Highwind couldn't believe his luck! Luscious, ripe and HUGE strawberries, just standing there, towering in the near distance. It was beautiful. Like giants, bigger than he was, bigger than Barret, hell, they were bigger than fucking ShinRa!
Metaphorically that is.
But really, these beauties were /huge/. Ginormous, Cid decided. Grinning with delight, he bounded foreword, not caring where they came from, or whose they were, or even that their towering size and tonnage was /not/ natural for your average, healthy strawberry. No, Cid saw strawberries and he didn't care WHAT was going on. They. Were. All. His!
With a squeal that would delight yaoi fan girls everywhere, and which would utterly mortify his teammates, had they been present, Cid took a flying leap -as he was so adept at doing- towards the upper portion of the largest of the giant strawberries. He collided with it's lush
The Rapist Takes What's LeftThe Rapist knocksThe Rapist Takes What's Left6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my door.
and He apologises
for 20 years of torment.
My fear and sorrow falls from within me.
They wriggle, tarblack on the ground,
and I wonder how such small things
could be so heavy.
The Rapist plants a shrub of rue
by my doorstep before turning away.
I close my door,
remove the locks and chains.
I walk to the kitchen,
open the refrigerator
stare into the emptiness
and the light.
I feel as if I might float away,
with all this weight lost
and somehow I miss
C x V Chapter 3Vincent. Hey, Vincent. The ex-Turk was wakened by Cid shaking his shoulders.C x V Chapter 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey. Come on, Vince. Dinners ready. Cid whispered, still holding his shoulders. Vincent shifted and removed himself from Cids chest. The pilot stood up once Vincent had moved and walked into the kitchen. The ex-Turk slowly looked around the living room. The TV was off, the blankets folded and placed on the back of the couch, his cloak and shirt, both folded neatly and placed on the arm chair next to the couch.
Hey, Vince. Come on. Cid called from the kitchen. The ex-Turk looked to where Cid had called to see him and Shera setting the table. Vincent then looked at the clock to see what time it was. 6:35. He had been asleep for nearly two hours. Sighing to himself, Vincent slowly stood up and started walking to the kitchen but he was barely able to take two steps before Chaos chimed in.
Well now, isnt that cute. Hes setting your place at the
If Cloud ain't gay...Title: If Cloud ain't gay, then NO ONE is!If Cloud ain't gay...8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Final fantasy VII
Rating: PG-13 (language an M/M-ness)
Pairings: Cid/Vincent and slight Cloud/Sephiroth - all implied
Spoilers: Nothing, actually
Summary: AVALANCE are wandering from various battles to the Highwind
It was past noon, but not evening. An afternoon, you may say. And the AVALANCE was happily wandering to the Highwind. Too bad the Highwind was two hours wandering away and they were sore and bruised after a lot of battles and not so happy. For some reason, they were wandering in pair, but run around and changed the pairs like 6-years-olds. Barret was 'the leader', so he wandered first in line. With him were Cait Sith and Nanaki, because the big guy wanted ShinRa information. Too bad that Cait Sith thought it was a perfect moment to play mind games with the poor guy. Nanaki quietly watched the two arguing, amused. After them
Hot Showers Tony was one of the smartest-if not the smartest-men in the world, and he was an innovative genius. But he was still a big enough dumbass to put only one shower in Stark Tower.Hot Showers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Clint, hurry up in there!"
"Sorry, Tony." Clint didn't sound sorry at all, and Tony could still hear the shower running.
Tony waited patiently for two minutes before he slammed his fist against the door. "Barton, if you don't get the hell out of my shower, I will use anything and everything I can to destroy you!"
The shower stopped, and Tony allowed himself a moment to revel in his victory.
"Why don't you go find Steve and tell him to join you? I'm sure he'd love it."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
My Last Good Bye - Part 3My Last Good Bye - Part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The steady rise and fall of the detective's chest beneath his hand was the only thing that stopped Watson from losing all control and breaking down completely. He had lost track of the amount of time he had been lying there, curled around Holmes' lifeless body on the small bed inside 221b Baker Street, but every minute dragged on like a lifetime because every minute that the detective lay unconscious his chance of ever waking up got smaller.
What small amount of light that had been filtering through the gap between the closed curtains had disappeared a long time ago. Watson had been drifting in and out of sleep all night, unable to let his mind rest. There were no improvements, no deteriorations, nothing at all to help the doctor guess when Holmes might show signs of change. Until, quite without warning, the smallest groan emitted from the Holmes' throat. Watson would probably have missed it had his attention no
To Greet the DayTo Greet the Day11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was dawn, and Rayek, once chief hunter and protector of the Sun Village, Sorrow's End, woke to greet it. He stretched softly with lean brown limbs graceful in a way humans had yet to equal, and blinked up at the colors of the sky through the forest branches.
A strange feeling welled up in the black-haired elf, imagining he was five hundred years younger and ten thousand years back in time. The Sun-Toucher would be at the Bridge of Destiny, greeting the day star. The maidens would be rising and shooing their night's lovemates off to their own huts, and gardeners would be getting water for the foodplants growing in their plots. Rayek sighed softly, as memories overwhelmed his heart.
Only to be overwhelmed themselves by a swell of nausea that pushed itself up behind his jaws and sent him upright and stumbling for the bushes.
While the yellow-eyed elf indulged his rebelling stomach, a wizened figure limped up behind him, leaning on a staff wit
Holmes and WatsonLestrade had never, in all his years working alongside Sherlock Holmes, seen the man angry. Irked, perhaps; annoyed, definitely. Those were observed from quiet movements of the mouth and jerking of the eyebrows, and when Holmes's control was tenuous, heard in his tone of voice. Holmes was at best an understated echo of a human being. He did nothing in exaggeration save one: the expression of his inscrutably cold and calculating personality. Of that there was always an excess.Holmes and Watson5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was angry now.
How it came about they were unsure. Dr. Watson had left to fetch something from 221B--his service pistol, if memory served. Mrs. Hudson reported some time later that Watson had never arrived. For a full day they saw neither hide nor hair of Watson, and Holmes was (perish the thought) stuck. There was literally no sign of him to be found.
And then some jaunty fool came in, and deposited Watson's hat on Holmes's table in the café. "Message for you, guv'na," the man said, and in th
SteveTony A Little DistractionTitle: A Little DistractionSteveTony A Little Distraction5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
Steve was in the kitchen, munching and crunching away on a big, red juicy apple, leaning forward with his elbows on the granite countertop. He looked up at the newly installed digital TV that Tony had set up on a bracket attached to the far wall. There was a soccer game playing at the moment, not that soccer had been on the scheduling for today. No, Peter had just illegally downloaded the game, copied it onto a USB drive, and stuck it into the TV. Steve didn't mind. He had no opinion on the Internet or downloading in general.
So into the game was he that Steve hardly paid any attention to Jan wandering past him to fry up some pancakes for her breakfast. In response to her "Good morning," greeting, Steve just shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible before scratching absently at his backside
The CageThe Cage6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My Little Bird
The Imprisonment of Persephone
As a young child, she had thought nothing of her imprisonment.
Given a castle she had been told Dont try to leave the palace. Youll only loose yourself. And freedom within the confines of this vast and beautiful cage. Hallways strewn with carpet soft as plumage and red as blood or dark wine, walls brimming with photographs and portreits kept pretty behind their elaborate frames- her windows to the world still and unmoving, paint lubricated onto the canvas telling her this is what the sea looks like. This is what a school looks like. This is what the world outside the palace looks like.
Most days she spent exploring, barefoot, familiar only with the few slinking shadows of the servants, and occasionally her father would leave his study. They would sit across
Cid x Vincent FanficThe battle was finally over. Cid stood there, clutching his bloody spear, over looking the battlefield. When he finally realized that the surviving monsters were retreating back into the forests and mountains, he looked up to scan the skies for any sign of him. Cid knew that he wasnt in any condition to be fighting right now. He hadnt slept or had anything to eat or drink in over a week, and he was fading fast. Finally, Cid could see a small figure come into view.Cid x Vincent Fanfic9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im gonna ring his fucking neck when I get a hold of him. Cid muttered to himself as he started walking over to where the figure was descending. Great, black wings; long, demon-like claws. Yeah, thats him alright. Cid continued to walk over to the demon. As the figure slowly drifted downward, Cid picked up his pace, getting ready to kill Vincent for doing something as stupid as fighting when he could hardly stand.
First he stops sleeping, then eating. Then he follows me out
I amI am not the sun nor the stars,I am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.
Japanese Lesson 1-1: IntroJapanese Lesson 1-1 （日本語レッソン１−１） Introducing yourself to others （自分を紹介）Japanese Lesson 1-1: Intro6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Let us say you were in a Japanese school, in reality. You have no friends, and have no idea what to say. In this lesson, we will learn how to introduce ourselves to others.
始めましょう。(Let us start.)
Terms/phrases you may use:
1. 私の名前は。。。(watashi no namae wa . . . )
My name is . . . .
*You will insert your name in the (. . . . .).
2. 私は。。。歳です。(watashi wa . . . sai desu.)
I am . . . . years old.
*Same as the example above, you will insert your age in the (. . . .).