What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are8 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
StumbleOver the course of many years, Sora had gradually come to the realization that no matter how alone he felt, how empty inside and out of touch with people he could be, that he could always find solace in his writing. When he'd initially moved away from Twilight Town and to Destiny Islands, Sora had fallen into a depression. It had been induced from losing the daily contact with his best friend, Roxas, and being forced into a completely different environment.Stumble7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where Twilight Town had been filled with gangs, liberals and high school dropouts, Destiny Islands was full of sports-loving beach junkies who thought smoking pot was the 'in' thing. It was a place where the students were permitted to wear sandals to school and members of the blitzball team were idolized.
Roxas, Sora's best friend and closest confidant, had dropped out from Twilight High whenever his father had died, much to Sora's dismay. They'd gotten into a heated argument over it for weeks, though Sora knew that the blond had on
It's OverIt was finally over. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his mouth against hers. Eagerly, she parted her lips in response as she wrapped both arms around him, intending to never let him go. She felt his tongue begin to shyly explore her mouth and stroke her tongue; she responded in kind without hesitation. As the intensity of the kiss increased, she realized it felt like he was trying to pour his very soul into her. He was trying to say with his actions what he could not say in words. He was saying, "I love you."It's Over8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ImagineImagine11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagine, imagine, you were blind,
and you're seeing an oak tree for the first time.
Molten bark , flowing down.
It's knotted trunk, and green-leafed crown.
Vivid colours surrounded by the blue
of a newborn sky carrying a golden hue.
Imagine, imagine you were deaf-born,
and you're hearing the thunder of your first storm.
Jagged flashes tearing the sky,
The clouds open up in a shattering cry.
The echo and boom of the bass band
proclaiming the power of african land.
Imagine, imagine this is your world
you can't see or hear all the magic it wields.
Darkness a blanket
Creeping over the colours,
and smothering the sound.
Misery + GloomIn a part of a world where humans cannot tread, a grand white castle rose high above its surroundings, and in its shadow was the garden where Gloom lived.Misery + Gloom9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Gloom was the younger daughter of Sorrow, the most powerful prince of all the Ills, but unlike her father, whose golden blond curls made all those who regretted him love him, Gloom was not beautiful. Her ash-coloured hair fell in ungainly locks and obscured her face, and the only remarkable thing about her grey eyes was that they ever stopped crying.
Gloom despaired. She was not beautiful like her father, but her sister Misery was. Misery's mother was Agony, and Gloom was certain she felt Agony's presence in her daily life at all times. Agony was beautiful like her daughter both had long red hair that reminded everyone of what it felt like to be burnt by their closeness, and both had light blue eyes that tricked the weakest minds into thinking they were desirable. So many people received Misery and Agony into their lives gladl
My bondageIt is getting harder,My bondage9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To keep my feeling
Crying on the inside,
But saying I'm fine.
For I am trying to hold something,
That will never be mine.
Longing for freedom,
From my own secret bondage,
Not wanting to stay,
But lacking the courage,
To step beyond my boundaries,
To fight my fear.
And not be their slave,
For all of my years.
Why can't I tell him,
What I want him to know,
I will love you forever!
But I never let it show.
The Best of YouThe Best of You7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something always peeved Hayner about struggle matches. It was probably Seifer's physical contact techniques that always resulted in their bodies pressing close, and Hayner being pinned in provocative positions while Seifer waved to the crowd.
It wasn't that Hayner disliked having Seifer's strong body crushed so persistently against his own smaller one, but it was the reaction that certain aspects of his anatomy happened to generate in a public arena when Seifer had his thick arm around Hayner's neck and a strong leg curved around the shorter teen's lanky one to hold Hayner flush against the blond bully's stomach while lazily smacking struggle balls off of Hayner's battle gear that would really get to him.
At the time, Hayner could do nothing but flail his arms around in an attempt to bat at Seifer in a near-pathetic manner, his knees going weak at the feel of hard hips against his backside and Seifer's breath ghosting over his neck.
Of course, after a shout of rage and a more-than-prov
KetzadetraShe stares outside her window,Ketzadetra9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes she is just like me.
Sad, lonely, and waiting,
For someone to set her free.
Refusing to feel love,
Because it always brings pain,
Like refusing the sunshine,
Because of the rain.
She knows she needs to change,
And not waste another day.
But she does not know how.
She needs someone to show her the way.
Last salvation...In marble I write my madness and sorrowLast salvation...8 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
I Fell for YouI fell for you,I Fell for You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fell hard and fast,
But you let me fall.
Cuts deep as yours,
But mine will heal,
While your every scar,
Will hold a story.
Ill get up and walk again,
And the next time I fall,
Ill be caught.
You told me youd try.
You never lifted a finger.
You told me you cared.
You only cared about yourself.
You told me you were there for me.
You were there for everyone but me.
You told me you wanted to be with me.
I was caught,
In your lies,
It was easy for you,
To catch me in your trap.
You preyed on my vulnerability,
Used my need for affection,
Said all the right things,
But meant none of it.
I wanted badly,
To experience perfection,
To feel love.
I tried so hard,
Did everything I could,
To let you know that you could trust me.
All I wanted was for you to be happy with me,
For you to be able to look at me,
And just be glad that I was there.
Like I was for you.
But you used me,
Lied and hurt me.
Missing Love... You have com unto me,Missing Love8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Bringing forth a new life within,
For what i am today,
I owe you the world.
Letting the darkness leave this tainted soul,
Filling it with the hopes and dreams,
Of that which is found true.
Leaving behind the past,
Ringing in the Future.
.... Hold me.....
I miss you so much,
I know that we will meet once more,
But i cant tell if that will be enough.
These moments that im without you,
Are like bullets into my heart.
But... for every shot....
My heart beats stronger.
I will wait for you....
My little Foxie.
Greatest flawTheir greatest failure,Greatest flaw9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I am really.
They don't realize they say it,
And when I tell them they say I'm silly.
They say they love me unconditionally,
But they make limits with their eyes.
Saying with a look "why aren't you like that",
And making failures of my tries.
I sadly say, "I'm sorry",
And wipe away a tear,
Knowing I am fulfilling their nightmare
By even being near.
But seeing them everyday,
And their eyes full of distain,
While acting like I still care
Is driving me insane!
Why they cannot love me,
I guess I will never know,
But anyplace other than here
I would gladly go!
All they ever see in me,
And all they ever saw,
Was only the part I let them see,
Now I am the family's greatest flaw.
Sand Under the Cresent Moon All kinds of interesting scents fill the air around the beginning of October. From outside the window you can smell the trees and their leaves as they die out for the end of the year and the sweet scent of hot chocolate being made in preparation for the chilling air and snow to come. Children, home from school, laugh in the steadily shortening daylight hours. They speak of costumes and pumpkins and miniature bars of chocolate while older women in their fur coats talk in Russian and other languages from the eastern side of Europe about what their grandchildren are doing now.Sand Under the Cresent Moon6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The cat was always around, but it showed up the most during the autumn and winter months. No one ever managed to catch it, and as such, no one knew its gender. It belonged to no man; woman or child in the neighborhood, and as such, was named by the community.
Erin! The children ca
GluttonyI sit at my table eating my plate of foodGluttony9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scarf and wolf down my plate sounds becoming rude
I don't think of anything but my next meal
Maybe some steak or a large cutlet of veal
Food consumes my life and very being
I grow in size not even seeing
The food is mine no one elses
I hide it away acting all selfish
My food is my life no one else can have
The food is what killed me, choked on a piece of baby calf
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.
WrathI hate the man that stands before meWrath9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took what I cared for most, I ignore his plea
I hold the gun to his head my hand quaking
My finger squeezes the trigger slightly his eyes closed. body shaking
He begged me to end his life
To pull the trigger and kill him, so he can be with my wife
I growled angrilly at the evil man who took my wife from me
He grinned at me and laughed at my anger with glee
My anger consumes me, all my hate flows into the gun
I pull the trigger his blood glistening in the setting sun
The bang of the gun echos in my mind
I pull it again and again, tears so thick I am blind
Now I have killed a man, I shake weakly, my voice coarse
I am no better than him now, if not worse
PrideI do everything better than anyonePride9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At every challenge I faced I have won
I can't be beaten by weaklings like you
Take me on and you'll be cut in two
These are the words of a mans pride
Behind those words a coward hides
So sure of his own strength he does not know he is weak
Through his oppresive words his own meaning is what he seeks
He is really a failure in life and the workings of the world
Inside is a boy crying and curled
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
UntitledThe cool wind,Untitled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soft rain.
All are memories
of long lasting pains.
The browning leaves,
The baring trees.
You promised to never,
think of leaving me.
Then late last fall,
you left me here.
It hurt a lot,
but i never did tear.
After you left,
is when it hurt the most.
I felt so dead,
but still here like a ghost.
You were my love,
who tore up my heart.
For you, leaving me,
was your form of art.
So quickly done,
with the meaning hid deep.
Now I am gone,
In an endless sleep.
Pardon MePardon Me.Pardon Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You get mad at me.
You yell at me.
You throw blows at me.
And all I try to do is stop you.
I'm not forceful.
I just want to talk.
I love you.
I want the best for you.
But you think I treat you like shit.
I don't see how that can be.
Tell me how can I do that to you.
When I couldn't live with myself
If you were to be hurt.
You land a slap on my face.
Then suddenly, I can't take it anymore.
And these are the words I tell you.
Pardon me for loving you so deeply.
Pardon me for standing close to you.
Pardon me for always being there for you.
Pardon me for holding you close to warm you.
Pardon me for looking at your beautiful face.
Pardon me for wanting the best for you.
Pardon me for knowing all the little things about you.
Pardon me for breathing the same air as you.
Pardon me for tryin to make this relationship work.
Pardon me for you not seeing how I feel about you.
Pardon me for you being a stuck up bitch.
Pardon me for ever fucking thinking you would love me too.
Pardon me w
Remember WhenRemember WhenRemember When9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me ask you.
Can you not remember?
Remember all those times together.
You put on a pretty good show.
Hell you fooled me.
I thought it was all real.
But in the end you just played me...
Remember when... At the beginning
Of it all, I tried to conceal myself.
But you broke through me instantly.
You saw all of my flaws,
And my few highlights.
You had my reputation on a string.
But I trusted you.
So I forgot about you knowing.
Remember when... We would
Talk endlessly for hours about nothing.
Yet we would always be entertained.
And we would continue talking on and on.
Now I know all it was, was you implanting
Fake ideas of what could be into my mind.
Giving me a sense of false hope.
I never thought you were a sick enough person
To do that to me.
But you were, and still are, and always will be.
Remember when... You told me you loved me.
And remember how I reacted?
I thought this thing between us was going
To be the best thing to ever happen to