The Vampire KissBlood red lips conceal the fangs,The Vampire Kiss11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for love or lust, the hunger pangs,
one soft incision, one moment of bliss,
grow limp to the lure of the vampire kiss
Stalk the night in search of prey,
Live in shadow, Sleep by day,
Clothe the world in drapes of dark,
Dead lips scream - enduring; hark!
For love is lost where life is too,
Together apart, romance askew,
A cold embrace, a withered heart,
A resentful love, one cannot impart
Trapped in a corpse, roaming the Earth,
Devoid of humanity, Robbed of all mirth,
To be immortal means to never be free,
Of the torment of life, never rested will be.
Making LoveMaking Love10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His very touch makes her shake
She thought she was dreaming but feels awake
Whe he runs his hands run down her thighs
She gasps and leans up to open her eyes
He starts to turn her over on her back
She realizes it's her love and starts to relax
They stare each other in the eyes
He gets on top of her and she sighs
She thinks of how this very moment makes her feel
And how every breathe she makes he seems to steal
She grips onto his back and pulls him against her
She prepares herself physically for whats about to occur
Breathing harder and harder staring him in the eyes
She brings her legs up and encloses him in between her thighs
His body feels soft against her chest
She arches her back and longs to rest
Waiting for the very moment she longs for
She cries out to tell him more
The breathing grows heavier and begins to die
She relaxes and here's him give a big sigh
He kisses her gently and whispers his love
They part once again and wait for another moment
When they can again make love.
If OnlyIf Only5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you again today. The sky was blue and the mourning doves were cooing softly from their roosts. The trees were heavily bloomed and the world was full of love. I knew I was ready. Ready to tell you everything. Tell you how my heart felt like it was full of helium when you were near. How I felt like there was nothing beyond my reach when you were close. I spoke softly at first, and you sat next to me and listened quietly. Your eyes never left me. I couldnt help but smile.
I would tell you I loved you today. I opened my mouth to speak and nearly lost my voice I was trembling so badly. je taime beaucoup mon ange my voice barely a whisper. You smiled and looked toward the horizon lost in thought. My heart soared and I knew in an instance that I was loved as well. Within the courage of this new revelation I began to pour out my heart. My hopes and dreams, wants, desires. You listened intently to everything, smiling warmly.
It was only when I re
The PretenderIf there was one thing in the world that Seifer Almasy couldn't stand- it was pre-match stretches. Though the act was mandatory before anything struggle-related, Seifer felt it to be completely unnecessary that the contestants had to pair off and help their opponents with some of the more difficult maneuvers.The Pretender7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had become a rule inducted after a multiple series of complaints had been put in about the dangers involved with contestants not warming their bodies up and jumping into a fight. Helping promote camaraderie between the opponents by forcing them to warm up in pairs was more of a facade to hide the fact that the people hosting the tournament took precaution in order to prevent further lawsuits.
Seifer couldn't help but be displeased as he placed his hand against Hayner Dincht's lower back and used his other arm to push Hayner's elbow down behind the blond's head- gently forcing Hayner's triceps to stretch and relax. He could feel the contours of the shorter boy's muscles twitchin
Best of You x3Making it all the way home with a bad knee and a significantly low amount of blood, proved to be difficult for Hayner, as he slouched against the brick walls just outside of his and his grandmother's home. He dragged his body along the wall, trying to keep pressure off of his leg and stay focused on the goal at hand. When he was able to fumble with the latch and swing the door open, Hayner noticed his grandmother sitting patiently on the living room couch- the television playing softly and her frail hands fiddling with parts of a puzzle that happened to be spread about on the coffee table before her.Best of You x37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His grandmother peeked up at Hayner as the blond skater forced himself inside and shut the door closed. She stood- using the back of the couch to support herself and tutting at Hayner's unkempt appearance. It seemed to take the elderly woman a few prolonged moments to comprehend the copious amounts of blood staining her grandson- and the way his cheeks were dirty and face pulled into a gri
Death of Zack Fair His hand so cold,Death of Zack Fair7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His touch is freezing
He didn´t became old
Now he´s leaving.
The last gleam of life
Vanished from his eyes
He may disguise
but his heart turned to ice.
The rain starts to pour
On his bloodstrained face
The taste of reversal, so sour
And he will never leave this place.
~In memory of Zack Fair.
Rest In Peace.~
EnvyI wish to be that person I always seeEnvy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't ever try to be me
I feel that I can't be myself instead someone else
I model my life after him my personality slowly melts
I am no longer myself I am someone differnet
I am him now thats at least what I thought it meant
Drowned in a sea of my own lies
My soul slowly dies
Shadowed in the image of another
The light of myself shines no longer
Perfect EvilWhat is love, what is it really?Perfect Evil9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it just an emotion that makes us act silly?
It makes the strongest seem weak,
And given many the strength they seek.
It's made the greatest kingdoms fall,
And made even the greatest man crawl.
It is many times mistaken for lust,
But to those who truly find it, someone to trust.
So is it good, or is it bad?
Can it make some one happy, or only make you sad?
But love, being the most confusing emotion of all,
Can make you feel all these things after you take the fall.
Renaissance By DeathPart one - Night Of The DemonRenaissance By Death7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What frightens you the most? What is that thing you are afraid of the most and you would like to avoid?
Im sure you know it... I suppose youve figured that out by now.
Maybe, but I want you to tell me, to have this certainty.
Oblivion... thats what frightens me! Being forgotten is being dead. The only thing I cannot afford is to let you forget me. My life depends on you. If people forget me, I vanish. My life is a neverending search for opportunities where I can live again.
Think of a tombstone. If the name is erased, it becomes a simple slice of matter. It ceases to be the proof of an existence. Along with the name being erased the person that has worn it dies too, for the second time. Another kind of death, indeed, but a complete one.
So, you, just like all the others, are depending on someone? I thought you were free, enclosed by no constraints. It seems disresp
Best of You x2Best of You x27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing that filtered into Hayner's mind the following morning was the sound of a door being pulled shut. He shifted, hugging the quilt more tightly to himself and listening to Seifer's heavy feet clump through the living room and return back into what Hayner assumed was the older boy's bedroom. He squirmed about in an attempt to awaken himself further and clenched his eyes shut, sitting up.
It took him a moment to focus in on what he was looking at in particular, but when he did, it became apparent that Seifer's condo looked as if it belonged to the typical teenage boy -- clothes were strewn about, and a handful of cups sat on the coffee table, along with the random empty bowl. Beside the television was a shelf of movie cases, but Hayner assumed the stack of CDs atop the television itself was where the majority of those movies actually resided.
The blond skater huffed out a sigh between his teeth, leaning his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't
Even when she cries...Diamond tearsEven when she cries...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing down her rosy cheeks
Nose red and puffy
Head dipped slightly
Hands hastily brush the tears away
In the corner
Away from curious onlookers
Another few tears
Across the room
Our eyes meet
Even when she cries
She is beautiful.
For my fatherLooking into eyes so cold,For my father8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And veiled with deceit.
Hiding behind an exterior,
So suave and so neat.
Making my heart,
Feel cold and ashen,
And making the bars
Around it fasten.
Sending my heart into the darkness,
Eating at my soul.
Slowly it is trying,
To swallow me whole.
I am constantly fighting my demons,
The strongest one is hate,
For my father,
Who has despised me of late.
Being a heartless tyrant,
Disrespecting my mother,
But because she loves him,
They will never leave each other.
My parents are supposed to be,
Equal partners in life.
Not a dictating husband,
And a subservient wife!
Many a wise,
Have said, "I will marry someone,
Just like my father."
But you have done the exact,
Opposite for me.
Because I see you imperfections,
Other people will not see.
That fathers are not all,
Joyful and caring.
Some are just cruel,
Hurtful, and demanding.
You have never laid a finger on me,
Never hit any of us in spite.
But hurtful words are poisoned arrows,
You shoot with de
RealWhat is real,Real9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what is not?
I found out once,
Then I forgot.
For what is realó
To you per say,
Could be gone,
To me today.
Gone today, gone tomorrow
All that really remains is sorrow
Think to little and talk too much,
Real is dreams, ideas, and such.
Who can judge,
What is not theirs to behold.
Has God given us the right,
To be so cold.
So what is real,
And what is not.
I have the answer
Or is it just what I though?
Till you need me againDo you not careTill you need me again9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I have cried,
Because of the love
I have held inside.
You say she is beautiful,
With lovely blue eyes,
And perfect blonde hair,
And she never lies!
She has been there for me,
Always a good friend,
With kind gentle words
She stayed to the bitter end.
So I cannot hate her,
And I cannot hate you,
But God knows how
I really want to.
I try to be happy,
Stand by and smile,
Knowing that I will
Still love you all the while.
So please know that
I would never cause you pain,
So I will stay here and wait
Till you need me again.
What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthro artists are anyone who draws anthropomorphic art. Anthro is defined as something that is essentially non-human (including inanimate objects) that has been given human characteristics, such as having an almost-human bone structure.
Furries are people who have an affinity toward the anthro style of art. Furries usually identify themselves with a fursona an anthro version of themselves. They are a fandom (like anime fans are otaku). There are many levels of the furry fandom: It extends from simply being an artist, to wearing fur-suits, and attending fur-cons. However, this is not limited to furries, it extends to scalies and avians - people who identify themselves with a winged or scaly anthro characters. It should also be noted that while the above is correct, Furry, Avian, and Scaly are just fandoms. A lot of people in the anthro community, while falling un
LustI look at the figure before meLust8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her bodies figure is all I see
I wish to be with that woman if only for a night
I take her and then she vanishes from sight
I go out again and see another beaut
I gaze at her body which I wish to pillage and loot
I continue this action for years on end
I am addicted caught in this never ending trend
To take womens bodies making them my own
I can't believe my true nature is shown
I get so hungry for it I start using drugs
Sedating her taking her as she weakly tugs
I force myself on women now as a normal task
Hidden behind an innocent mask
I am a predator of bodies whom no one should trust
This is the the true nature and pain of Lust
The path of limitationsSitting on my bed,The path of limitations8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking all alone,
About some girls I know,
Whose actions I can not condone.
How could they be so stupid,
Fall into temptation,
Leading them down a path
Marked by limitations.
Their "man" may stay by them,
And hold their hand.
But the ones that will not,
I can not stand.
How could they just believe them,
Take them at face value,
Believing that they mean it,
When they say "I love you".
My only hope is that girls will learn,
From another's mistake,
And realize the result
One little choice can make.
I believed...I love you,I believed...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you dont know it.
I miss you!
Its killing me,
Not seeing you.
I hate that I dont
See you everyday.
I wish you knew how much I love you.
I wonder if you miss me too.
The feelings I have for you are still the same.
I wonder if I really meant that much to you?
Did you really love me,
If only as a friend.
Or did you really just mean
Until high school ends?
Now I wonder if you ever think about me,
Do I even cross your mind?
You have always said I was you friend,
So why are you leaving me behind?
Do you miss the talks we had?
Do you miss that you could talk to me about anything and everything,
And I could too?
Should I not have put so much faith in your words?
Should I have continued to deny
That what you felt for me was a true?
I believed you when you said you loved me.
I believed you when you said you would miss me.
I believed you when you said you would always be there for me.
But my biggest fear is that you will forget me.
Please do not ever forget me
Alone TogetherTimes too short and we pull through,Alone Together6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Till the next moment,
When we can escape.
The world stops as you sit next to me,
And your smile makes my heart explode.
You kiss me and I melt,
Yours to shape and mold.
I fall into your embrace,
And Im open to you.
I look up and see you.
Your eyes reflecting all you feel.
You kiss me again and Im yours.
As your arms tighten,
They squeeze out all my troubles.
Nothing can mar this moment,
No scars or wounds to heal.
Only one and the other.
Last salvation...In marble I write my madness and sorrowLast salvation...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the stone I grave my own drama
For humans to know the guilt that Im feeling
Craving for you and for my angels forgiveness
I now wait in silence the end of this story
And make a promise sacrificing myself
Im digging my own grave while hoping for changes
For my own weak ilussion and feeblish romance
Fighting the demons Im blinding myself
Unable to see you Im drowning in lust
I let them rise above me and reign on my grave
And I embrace you my sweet and beloved
WordsWordsWords8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These useless combinations of words.
Used to express our emotions.
Are worthless to share to the masses.
For no one really understands the entire truth.
Every human feels on a different level.
And you cannot claim to understand my pain.
You cannot tell me things will get better.
You cannot tell me I will become something.
That I will serve a purpose.
I know what I will become.
I know it better then anyone else.
Soon this life will fade away.
No one will care.
No one should.
Everyone will meet this fate along with me.
Only at a different time.
In a different way.
I am taking the easy way out.
The way of a coward.
I'm not ashamed.
For I will save myself.
From the limitless pain that I would experience otherwise.
So live your life.
Be happy as you can be.
Do not feel any pain over my absence.
The memories will soon wither from your thoughts.
Do not try to doubt that.
Just be happy and embrace your full potential.
Then maybe you will find what I have missed.
Best of You x5Hayner stared down at his oatmeal in disdain, stirring it around with a spoon before lifting the mush and allowing it to slop back into his bowl. He repeated the process as footsteps thudded down the stairs. Setzer burst into Hayner's kitchen, fastening his tie and heading straight for the coffee pot - as he had done every day for the past month. Pouring himself a mug of of the caffeinated drink, Setzer took a sip and winced at its heat. He approached Hayner, leaning down and giving the blond a peck on the cheek.Best of You x55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'll lock the door, make sure no one comes in. You know the rules." The half-threat was singsonged as Setzer ghosted out of the kitchen. His footsteps retreated and the front door slammed shut. Hayner stuffed a spoonful of sugared oatmeal into his mouth, taking the bowl with him as he stood and left the kitchen -- out of sight from any member of Setzer's gang of adolescents who might have been watching him. He plopped on the couch in his grandmother's den, putting the bowl of