its YOU that I loveNo matter how much you push me awayits YOU that I love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what you say about me
No matter who you're with
or who I'm with....
Its YOUwho I love
.Dreaming.I've been dreaming about you lately..Dreaming.7 years ago in Other More Like This
I don't know why. I just know that it's been getting more and more frequent.
The dreams are generally fragmented. It's as though I'm simply scissoring out a place and time in the world and setting the both of us in it. It's generally blurred. I can't quite imagine your face. It's...so strange. It's as though I'm...afraid...ashamed, even, to look at you. Why is that? Because you're too beautiful for me? Too Godly? I suppose either way it boils down to you being too good for me. I'm so inferior to your beauty and grace that even in my dreams I can't look at you.
These dreams...they always depict what I want most. In most cases, I didn't even realize that that is what I wanted.
You. Kissing me. In a place where everyone could see. In a place where no one could see. Holding me. Grasping me tight as though you couldn't bear to let me go. Outside, where the sun warmed my back and the two of us swung peacefully on a swing-set. Indoors where
Go For It Chap 10The leaves on the trees had abandoned their usual places on their branches. As the air cooled and the sun left the sky a little quicker each day, the leaves now congregated in piles on the browning grass, joining wilting flowers and the occasional dead rodent. It had gotten cooler. And while the air was still warm enough that one didnt require a heavy jacket but rather, a light one more accommodated to the rapidly deteriorating autumn (such as the one Gerard usually wore), the temperature was acquiring an annoying habit of declining at inconvenient times. Such as when Gerard left his car for ten minutes to get coffee. And that just wasnt something you wanted to come back to.Go For It Chap 107 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard sat down in his car again, put one of his cups of coffee in the cup holder and continued (not that he had stopped) to sip (gulp) cautiously (quickly) on the one in his hand (hand). He could have cared less that his throat was burning, his car was now uncomfortably chilly on the inside, and he mig
GO For it Chap. 9Franks eyes were large, his hair dark and wet and in his face, his gloved hand pressed to the glass on his window, and Gerard really couldnt believe this was happening. He had heard that old cliché about how history always repeated itself but he seriously didnt think that history would have an affinity for bad things happening when he was in his car. Currently, one of Gerards hands was on the gear shift, the other on the steering wheel, all of his knuckles white. He couldnt see his face, but he was sure that the look was completely wide-eyed and stupid. It was odd how quickly his emotions could change. Less than five minutes ago he was suffocating on fear and pain, and now his insides felt cool and clean, as if they had been rinsed with fresh water. He felt a sudden pang of attraction occur in the core of his being. Frank looked, through his eyes, beautiful and innocent; his lips were slightly parted as he leaned into the window (he was so close thatGO For it Chap. 97 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
GO For It Chapter 6 AGAIN. Im sorry for being a procrastinator. Here is chapter six. Love it or die like the BABIES YOU ARE Sure, that made no sense, but the storys good, right? Note: This is so late because not only was I out of town for several days, but Ive also been sick. So this chapter is dedicated to everyone who has been sick this season and still had to do shit.GO For It Chapter 67 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Confidence isnt exactly what Gerard had. His lack of self-esteem was dug so deep that it would probably take a thousand dump trucks full of confidence to bring him up to normal speed. The makeover from Finch was probably worth about a shovel full. He was beginning to stumble over his words less when he talked to Frank, gradually looking the other boy in the eye (it started out with swift glances, the stares getting lengthier each time they spoke) instead of starring at the ground. But be that as it may, there was still this wall of fear that rose up inside his brain whenever Finch glanced at him from b
Happy Birthday Gerard WayToday, Wednesday April 9th, 2008, Gerard Arthur Way of the alternative-punk band My Chemical Romance celebrates his 31st birthday.Happy Birthday Gerard Way7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
From all of us to you, happy birthday, Gerard! Keep being that crazy frontman we know and love. We're more than fans, we're your family. We all love you very much!
GO For It Chapter 12The first phrase that writhed into the crevices of Gerards brain- his minds first attempt at describing the awkward, sideways, breathless feeling that had pushed and shoved its way, uncomfortable and jagged, against the tight, restricting walls of his insides- came quick and simple, like a sudden breath of fresh air. It consisted of two words and, he had never been much of a poet nor had he ever been particularly gifted when it came to description, he actually sort of liked how it sounded. At that moment- that horrible, beautiful, surreal moment- when Frank pressed his lips against Gerards, the other boys delicious, arousing scent filling his nostrils and the warmth and curiosity and slight apprehension pulsating off his body like a some dulled heartbeat, Gerard immediately felt as if his insides had twisted. As he stared at Frank, his fingers clutching the thin, plastic DVD case to the point of a throbbing discomfort, and just simply realized how emotionallyGO For It Chapter 127 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
.I Will Follow You. :Frerard:Hurt. Everything hurt. It hurt in his body, pain worming into his muscles, stinging his skin. It hurt his brain. He could almost feel the organ crying out in agony, in desperation, pulsing and throbbing like some sort of dying monster. It hurt in his soul. That strange, abstract place between his stomach and his chest felt vacant, empty, as if something that had once been there had been ripped out from inside him..I Will Follow You. :Frerard:7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why. Why, God, WHY did this have to hurt so much? Hurt with the pain of envy and lonliness and anger and that sweet, sad feeling of losing what you love most. And, dear God, it was so painful he couldn't stand, couldn't get off his knees as he let the tears so hot that his eyes stung flowed down his face and hit his jeans. He could hear himself sobbing, the dry, cracking sound of hitching breath that was so broken and childish and it hurt and it Hurt and IT HURT...
"No more..." He gasped out, hugging himself tightly with his arms around his chest as if to hold himself
Im SorryI can take care of myself.Im Sorry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can take the pain.
I can understand.
Even if I'm crying under the rain.
I don't know what happened.
I don't know why,
I don't understand the real reason.
I don't know why I cry.
I didn't do anything wrong
I didn't do anything bad
Well it did last this long
I don't want it to end,
I'm so sad.
I'm sorry for what I did
I'm sorry that I'm not that perfect
I'm sorry for myself.
You didn't do anything bad
You didn't do anything to make me mad
Just that I'm not perfect
I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you mad.
I can't understand
I can't comprehend
I can't let go.
I still love you.
Go For It Chap 13At this point, Gerard had narrowed it down to several choices, none of which he was too fond of. The first being the pick up his cell phone and call Frank. This wasnt particularly difficult, but fearing a very sudden and very fatal nervousness-induced heart attack, the possibility of this option being chosen was slim to none. He had never liked phone conversations anyway. The second choice was to wait it out. Frank had no choice but to return to school at some point or another. Maybe he could be confronted then, calmly and collectively.Go For It Chap 137 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yeah. If Gerard grew the balls.
It was most likely that he was going to choose the final option: do nothing. The pathetic thing about this was not even that this was an option out of fear. Half of it was out of laziness. The sheer unwillingness to open his mouth and speak. It was taking way too much emotional energy in order to display affection. He shouldnt feel the urge to take a long nap after a half an hour of mindless chatter. Hi
GO For It Chapter 7 Thank you for your patience. This is chapter seven of Just GO For It Already! The human drama is unfolding, no? Another thing, Ive changed the class Finch and Frank share. Its chemistry, not biology. AND THERE IS AN UNINTENTION MCR LYRIC IN THIS. ITS NOT ON PURPOSE.GO For It Chapter 77 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finch bit down on her lip. Gerard couldnt see her eyes: they were hidden behind hair and shadow. She was holding his arm out by the wrist, starring at the thick, red lines that spelt the name of the person her friend loved so much. The cuts were on the inside of his arm. They were deep. There was no way she could have known that this was the pain he was feeling and yet she felt responsible. She ran one of her fingers over the word on his ivory skin.
Why Gerard? she asked quietly, her voice high and strained. I thought youd stopped How can you even be sure you love him like ? He tugged his arm away from her and pushed the sleeve down.
Behind the MaskRaising his head, Gai peered toward the front of the assembly at the tall, gray-haired man with his head bowed low. As he watched, the Third Hokage walked up to the man and gently patted his shoulder, murmuring something to him. The man faintly nodded and the Hokage walked on.Behind the Mask7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Beside him, Sarutobi Asuma nudged Gai's shoulder. "You think he's holding up?" he whispered, following Gai's gaze.
Gai shrugged. "I haven't gotten to speak to him yet," he whispered back. "I'll try when this is over."
Asuma nodded, the cigarette stuck between his teeth bobbing with the motion. "Good. I worry about that guy. He's always a little unstable after a funeral."
Someone shouted over the crowd and all the black-garbed shinobi moved to stand rigidly at attention. The gray-haired man slowly walked forward and, bending down, laid a single white chrysanthemum on the coffin before stepping back to join the uniform lines. The shinobi then saluted as one and the funeral was over.
Gai searched through the cro
Puisi tentang CintaCinta itu butaPuisi tentang Cinta9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sebuta hati ketika menerima pesannya
Bila engkau telah mengenalnya
Maka dekaplah erat dengan keyakinan akan keajaibannya
Cinta itu laksana jam pasir di tengah sahara
Bila cinta telah memenuhi hati
Maka akan sudut lain akan menjadi hampa
Cinta itu bagai tikus besar yang menggerogoti tubuhmu
Semakin kau paksa untuk mematikannya
Hanya akan mempercepat cakarnya menyobek hatimu
Dia hidup dari harapan-harapan yang tertanam di jiwamu
Maka biarkanlah dia tidur dalam tubuhmu
Matikan harapan-harapan semu yang menjadi ruhnya
Karena adalah suatu keunikan
Bahwa harapan mungkin datang di saat ketiadaannya
Sang cinta telah terlelap dalam kehampaan
Namun dia tidak selamanya terpejam
Ada saat dia berkata 'putri, bangunkan aku jika kau mau'
Tapi jangan buat aku menunggu
It's Called Sarcasm, SugarOh, sugarIt's Called Sarcasm, Sugar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're so tough
Your words are nails
Your eyes are ice
Wouldn't it be nice to be you?
Because I'm so afraid of you
I'm more afraid of myself
And what I'll do to you
If you get too close
You're so tough
And I'm so afraid
Just keep telling yourself that
Hidden.My darling,Hidden.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I miss the way shadows caressed your face
And spiders wove secrets into your eyelashes,
The way your lips always spelled out sanctuary,
And your eyes like keyholes into forgotten love.
I told you I would never give you my heart,
But the beating has faded,
And my rib cage is hollow,
Empty of all but whispering piano keys.
The first time my heart spilled out,
I gave my left ventricle to my mother
to try and ease her pain
After my father stole away my aorta
so that he could always get to me.
My right atrium went to a soul sister
Who was lost along the way,
And a few pulmonary arteries
to the boy down the street with silver eyes.
My left atrium was dropped in an unfamiliar place
to a boy who didn't know the color of my eyes
and still blows kisses of arson every August.
My right ventricle is all that I have left,
with a few pulmonary veins
that never seem to give me the life I need,
The breath to breathe
But with every delicate word,
Stitches come undone
And I am left
MarionetteMarionetteMarionette7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You smile, laugh, but inside you sigh
Life is a play that youve memorized
Know when to stand, to sit, to walk
Like a marionette, with no freedom to talk
Your life is yours, but others control it
Your prince has come, but the slipper wont fit
You sit with others, laughing with glee
And you know that you will never be free
Dance they say and you dance for them
Watching them laugh as you twist and you bend
And knowing this, your world goes black
And youre sure the lights never coming back
Dancing, swaying, talking, laughing
Singing, smiling, joking, coughing
Dieing as your heart quickly stops
Finally free as you slowly drop
A New Darkness, Ch1Chapter 1A New Darkness, Ch17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
From her vantage point on the waterfront, she watched the sun slowly fade away. She stayed there, leaning against the fail, as the last of the afterglow vanished and watched as the stars slowly came out. She was taking everything slow today. Enjoying all the little details. Something told her this was an important day and to take it all in. So she was. The day was almost over, and she was wondering what was so important about it. She was lost in thought and her guard was down. It was never wise to let your guard down if you were in the group or one of the others.
She left her vantage point on the waterfront and began to walk towards 1st Avenue. Still lost in thought, she cut down one of the few alleys that are downtown. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she became aware of a presence unlike any she had ever felt before. With lightning fast speed, she spun around. A sound, a flash, pain Her eyes
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voicesIt is hard to be soft7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they are discussing matters heavier than water,
jarring scrapes when they move the chair.
Tufts of hair fall, touching the
curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains,
than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat,
who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck.
How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate,
when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
and except for drooping eyelids I would not believe
in the moon. Or in the swift autumn nights
that come upon us like riders. And the hard
hands begin groping in my belly,
begging to be noticed. I do.
EndingsEndings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Troops sent overseas come back in body bags,
little children sent to school don't even come back
what is this great nation coming to?
AugustDear August Eyes,August6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I still remember the way you held me as though I was made of the most precious of porcelain. The way you encompassed me in your strong forearms. I wanted to write down every word we shared, every thought we wove, every song we sang with our hands and our eyes and our lips and turn it into a novel. I wanted to paint the roots of trees with your image so it would grow and upon each branch would be the most beautiful curved flowers that smelt of august wind. That's what you were, what we were, August. Too quickly forgotten about at the end of summer and too quickly shriveled with winter. I don't think I ever told you that I loved you, that I still love you, even though I've been counting patterns and lines on wallpaper for each day you've been gone, my feelings haven't changed.
I'm not sure if you ever really existed, if we ever really existed. Perhaps the days we spent building castles out of toothpicks were just dreams. The days we spent splattering paint on the canvas
InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 11The soft humming of the upbeat song she had created herself flowed on the wind as her steps echoed through the crisp night air. With every light-hearted step she took, it seemed to have a sharp twist that seemed almost rhythmic with her created song. Her fiery, pin-straight hair seemed to sway as she continued forth through the field of long blades of grass. Her sword knocked against her side as a cool wind blew by. She stopped in her tracks as she noticed the dog demon standing a couple of feet away from her. She cocked a brow as she looked him over suspiciously.InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 119 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sesshoumaru? Is that you?" She asked cautiously.
He smirked and nodded. With this, she rushed into his grasp and they embraced lovingly under the pale moonlight. Suddenly a child's laughter shook her mind.
Hari shot up from her futon and began to rub her head while smacking her lips together. She glanced over to her side to see a small child standing there with a large grin. She smirked and asked the child who
i was once upon a timeI want to be the girl you use to forget about the one you miss.i was once upon a time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I want to wrap my arms around you, sit across your waist, and ask you what you want.
You will reply with, "I want you to be her."
You will kiss me, and I'll sigh into your collarbones as your hands slide down, familiar.
I want to be the girl who will lie next to you afterwards, as you tell me things you remember.
I want to watch as traffic lights travel across the walls, like ghosts vanishing into the dark.
You will say: "I wish I had met you before. Before everything. I could have loved you."
You will look at me, and when you do I will know you're lying.
I want to be the girl whose fingers lightly touch your cheek, willing the bad thoughts away.
I want to take the hurt, melt it into my fingertips and fold it into myself.
You will brush the hair out of your eyes; grab your clothes off the floor drowsily.
You will stop before you leave, with one last glance over your shoulder.
I want to be the girl that memorizes the slouch
I do not really know.I am the girl at the top of the stairs,I do not really know.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Watching you unfold beneath me,
Wishing my legs could bend to meet you
I am the girl whispering to trembling trees
But not even they can answer;
only whisper the deepest of secrets into my ear
through shivering leaves and wind chimes
I am the girl who cradles your picture
in the palms of my hands
with the driftwood we found
that lost evening, still
buzzing in my ears
with the words
It's okay to cry
I've watched you too, Hinata.I've watched you too, Hinata.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: I've watched you too, Hinata.
Written by: Nordic Angel
Pairing: Naruto/Hinata. Slightly one-sided Kiba/Hinata.
Inspiration: Trying to get rid of my writers-block and cousin who loves this pairing.
Written for: Myself and other people who like this coupling. ^_^
Dedicated to: My cousin, Jon.
Warning: The possibility of slight Out Of Character-behaviour.
Summary: Hinata fights Neji in the preliminaries and ends up loosing, despite her doing her best. Naruto swears revenge over Neji for what he did to her, but decides that he has to do something else too...
Disclaimers: All characters and such are the property of its creator, Masashi Kishimoto-san and STUDIO PIEROTT. All I own is the plotline. This was written for mine and your entertainment only; I do not make any money on this. If you see this story posted anywhere else under a different name, please send me a message about it.