SYBG Itachi 0 PrologueSYBG Itachi 0 Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
^That's how I pictured you!!
Your name: Suri (princess) Kimura (tree village)
Your age: 19 (Itachi is 20 in this)
Your personality: You look mean but you're actually a sweet, caring, and fun person.
Your info: You went to the academy with Itachi and you to became close. You had a HUGE crush on him. You were even in the same ANBU squad together. The night he left the village he came to your house and gave you a kiss and said, "No matter what, I'll always protect you" and he left you there confused. When you found out that he had slain his clan and left the village, your heart broke and you went into a deep depression. The only person you s
Paradise is under your feetParadise is under your feet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were nice when i was cruel
you hugged me when all the people thought i was a fool
and the way you used to carry me like I was a priceless jewel
believe me I don't deserve you in my life
but you don't care..."Leave me alone," I said
but your tears told me that this is the only thing you can't bear
when I look in the mirror i see a troubled child
but when i turn to look in your eye
I see a beautiful kid that has nothing to hide
you are the only one who is never hard to please
yet I take care of every one but you
and you never not once made your love to me decrease
the way you kiss my wounds when I bleed
the way you always stay
worshipingworshiping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not praying
I'm totally worshiping
If you don't believe me
just for Allah Kneel
then come and tell me how did it feel?!
just standing there saying
الحمد لله رب العالمين
it's like I'm being washed to come out pure and clean
How anyone can live without feeling the way I do
starting to be your slave is what set me free
how can anyone see the sky up high
or the way the cute little birds fly
and still doesn't believe in YOU
open your eyes people just try to SEE
look at the way the small ant finds its food
or the way ALLAH
Grell X William 7Grell X William 71 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grell opens his eyes slowly to find himself in some sort of forest, his hands and legs are tied up, he lies down on the dirt, he quickly gets up yelping
'MY HAIR!!! I JUST WASHED IT!!' he screams, he shakes his head trying to get all of the dirt out of his precious long red hair
'Grell Sutcliff?' a man asks, his hair and goatee are a dark orange, he's wearing a black suit, in his arm he's holding the legendary demon sword
'Yees?' he asks curiously, the man gets on his knee
'Perfect, just the man I need, hope you won't mind that in a few minutes you will die of course'
'Die??' he gasps, the man holds his chin lightly
'You really are a pr
Pequenas CoisasEu me agarro às pequenas coisas:Pequenas Coisas11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cor profunda de seus olhos;
O ritmo poético de seus quadris;
As linhas áureas de seu rosto
Eu me agarro às pequenas coisas:
A ênfase com que você diz certas palavras;
A suavidade de seus gestos;
As estrelas que escapam de seu sorriso
Eu me agarro às pequenas coisas:
Sou um naufrágo na vida
e não quero afundar neste oceano gelado,
então me agarro às pequenas coisas,
e nado desesperadamente
Nado tentando alcançar a ilha do seu coração
Love Reaps part 14Love Reaps part 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No just give him a little kick in the ribs!" Daemon ordered with anger, letting out another sigh as I booted the horses ribcage, And once again for the 67th time, I met back with the ground.
Yes I had counted, and yes this horse hates my guts. Everything Daemon told me to do, I tried to do, but Boom doesn't make it easy.
I laid motionless on the ash ground. Staring blankly up at the gloomed sky. Daemon strutted over until his head towered over me.
"Are you trying to fail at this?" he snorted. I shrugged.
"Obviously I don't need to try to fail," I muttered mindlessly.
"Well I've noticed that, but the thing is, you need to be able to ride
Oh my dear PalestineInjustice is a poison that is trying to kill us.Oh my dear Palestine4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Trying to kill innocent people, people with hearts pure as the sky after the rain but yet so fragile. I see them everyday, murdered, tortured, blood covered but still faithful to their principles, to their religions and to themselves. They don't sell their souls to survive. Because even when they survive, how will they face themselves? Nothing will be left of them than a hollow wrap that they carry day after day, realizing that death would have released them but yet so glad to be able to feel the rain on their skin despite the fact that every drop hurts their scratched skin
The sky is b
Sepulchral NecromanceHer voice called out to meSepulchral Necromance2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From her blackened crypt
Beckoning me on
To embrace her in my cold grip
Burning desire to desecrate the corpse
Defile the sepulchre where she lies
Employing my knife
Her blood runs dry
Carving her throat
Expelling the nectar of life
Her cold blood
Devoured as an appetizer
Before I penetrate her
My life long dream
Carried out in an act of vileness
I rape her limp body
Her rotting skin I caress
A moment of sheer ecstasy
Come to fruition
In the tomb where she lay
Fucked after expiry
Same in death as in life
But her body now ripped and torn
She got what was co
Tribute to Masters of BlackMy dedication to the Masters of BlackTribute to Masters of Black2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As A Black Moon Broods Over Lemuria,
A nocturnal Mayhem brings forth Funeral Fog,
Come Feeble Screams from Forests Unknown,
A Blaze in the Northern Sky follows.
Beneath the Burial Surface,
Under A Funeral Moon,
Upon the Kingdom Throne
I behold The Majesty of the Night Sky
And witness The Coming Storm.
As I slumber in unholy darkness.
Behind The Darkened Walls Of Sleep
I see Hecate Enthroned on the Darkthrone,
I gaze the Behemoth of the Dark Funeral,
I see the Shattered Gods of Bal-Sagoth dying
Before the eve of Armageddon Holocaust,
As the Misanthropic Masters will arrive.
I Walk the Path
BicicletasEl día que las bicicletas se rebelen, tomarán las calles. Los frenazos de los coches sonarán en el pavimento, y usarán cadenas y candados para conseguir su propósito.Bicicletas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las bicicletas no quieren ser sólo para el verano. No quieren compartir espacio con las avispas, que campan a sus anchas aquí y allá. No van a negar que tienen algo de miedo. ¿Y si, enfurecidas, pican en las ruedas?
Pero las bicicletas están más que hartas.
¡Coches, coches! Siempre prefieren a los coches, esto parece una maldita película americana. A ellas las limpian con un trapo mugriento hombres sebosos de ca
Piel de gallinaSe le eriza el vello, se le encogen las pupilas, se le aprieta el nudo que tiene en la garganta, hasta que casi no puede tragar.Piel de gallina2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Palidez. Sudor frío.
El amante de la piel de gallina enmudece al mínimo contacto, se vuelve hielo. Frío, se entrega, se deja hacer.
Una vena en la sien. Un tic imperceptible. Ella no se da cuenta.
El amante de la piel de gallina tiene miedo. Al sexo. Probablemente, nunca lo reconocerá. Ella seguirá pensando que es piedra, escarcha, un iceberg. Él seguirá sintiéndose como un pollo expuesto en la isla de productos cárnicos de cualquier hipermercado.
OSS - Chocolate is Like A DrugChocolate is like a drugOSS - Chocolate is Like A Drug5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Attracting you with its fancy outer layer
Appearing as a harmless commodity
And all the while drawing you in
With its delicious addictive taste
'Til is has you in a vice grip
Rainy path from nowhereDeepest childhood rains on meRainy path from nowhere6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ruins me to the edge of my end
rules my tears from the abysse
dwells in my dreams to an other life
See how sick I am
See my fears behind my eyes
This rain falls from the past
this pain is just too real
SebastianDr. Liem leaned back in his downy sofa and gave a smile. 'Well, David, how can I help you? What's the matter?'Sebastian3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The patient, whose eyes were roving around the room until that moment, looked at the doctor and faltered, 'Sebastian'.
'Sebastian? Who is he? Tell me about him.'
'He is my room-mate. I moved into new lodgings on Golden Road two weeks ago. The landlord hadn't mentioned about another man', Dave shrugged and gazed into the empty space again. 'I was quite surprised. But just that. In fact, I hadn't asked if somebody was already there, and it' s not so uncommon accident when you rent a house. Maybe he had come in later the same day, be
To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
I'd love to turn you onCuatro mil agujeros en las calles de Blackburn, Lancashire. Cuatro mil malditos hoyos. Y qué más da, si el único que me importa -oh, joder, ¿qué es esto? Nada de agujeros- lo tengo aquí.I'd love to turn you on2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A besos, a estirones, trastablillamos hasta topar con el sillón que, a modo de saludo, chirría terriblemente.
Te desvisto mientras pienso que alguien debería acuchillar ese sillón; es pequeño, viejo, chilla mucho. Así no hay quien se concentre.
A la mierda el sillón, te tengo delante, semidesnuda, me volaría los sesos antes que dejarte así. Bang, en medio de la gente, todos mirando,
DesolationLeave me to die on this winter snow,Desolation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothingness... loneliness and total desolation surrounds me.
Alone and cold in the pool of my own blood.
My vision is become blury as I close my eyes,
Lying still in total silence, my body is wrapped in peace.
It grows within me, and frees my soul.
I will no longer be raped with drowning sorrow,
For I can no longer feel emotion now that I am gone.
A bright light transcends upon my arrival into the after-life.
I can see a girl, bathed in blood, she calls out my name
And I walk with her into the void of eternal solitude.
As I walk through the dark, I begin to fall...
My wrists open and veins blee
Vida aldeanaVida aldeanaVida aldeana2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La luna zarca de diciembre coquetea con el lucero garzo del cielo, sueños amorosos de Luna y Lucero en una noche arcana que se olvidó del tiempo. Una doncella vestida de nieblas cabalga con el viento sobre un corcel blanco en los cendales ilusorios del firmamento como una bruja de ojos inciertos. Un caballero vestido de negro la espera de pie en el umbral de la puerta de una pequeña cabaña de madera que se oculta en las profundidades de un bosque de cetrinos árboles muertos.
Mágicos sueños hijos de un hechizo me envuelven como una caricia del invierno. Mi amante irrumpe furtivamente en mi alco
CriptofiliaCriptofiliaCriptofilia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La noche guarda silencio sobre las tumbas... un ángel en cuyos labios enmudeció el canto divino es el guardián inmóvil de la sepultura que esconde mi secreto.
Monto mi unicornio fantasma y guiada por la luz de la pálida antorcha de la luna mortecina recorro el onírico sendero que limita con los caminos de la muerte. Llego al umbral ancestral vigilado por la esfinge, la mítica criatura no me formula enigmas pues aún no se responde ella misma como es posible que yo camine entre los vivos cuando mi corazón dejó de latir en el instante en el que mi amado cayó bajo el hechizo de
- The Gloom Child -It was a dark, gloomy night, in the heart of this small town.- The Gloom Child -4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The only thing you could see and hear was the clouds in the mist
And the only thing that was "alive" in this small town, was the street lights echoing onto the shadows.
The houses were almost as one may say quiet as a mouse, and you never saw a soul leave.
But there was a boy; a child, who entrapped himself in his cold, miserable room.
Neglected by his parents, he wept; the only thing he ever did was cry. It was like depression never left his side.
He tried to block himself out of the "world" surrounding him, and it was like his only friend was his computer,
In which he woul
Unite for Freedom Part IIMonster Hunter I: Unite for FreedomUnite for Freedom Part II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four years later
[Cut to a large town, known as Kimbolo. It is similar to Hisito - the shape and build of the structures and roads and the general layout and design share the same basic design and pattern - except there is much more of it. It reaches much further up the mountainside than Hisito and boasts a much larger area of agriculture. It is South-facing but this does not stop snow from covering the village in a thick blanket.]
[In one room in one hut on the Northern outskirts of the village sleeps a girl. Her name is Vonara. One of the windows to the room has been left