You and I.You and I.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Last night I couldn't stop thinking about you.
I always imagine myself next to you.
I know I will not need to be afraid when I'm with you..
It's like you're the only guy I can be around and still feel comfortable and safe.
And I can imagine you holding me tight into your body..As if someone is trying to take me away from you..I hug you and my arms cover your shoulders.
I hold your t-shirt aggrisivly..Because I don't want to let go! I can smell the perfume of your body. I can feel you.
You are warm.. I look into your eyes and smile.. Because as long as you're there, my smile will never go away.
You make me feel so high. You make me feel so alive.
I get pictures in my head.. Pictures of you and I.
You.. The one and I'm the bride.
You in your black suit and me in my white wedding dress.
You.. The one putting the ring on my finger and I put the ring on your finger.
You.. The one I'm looking forward to enjoy doing everything with.
I.. The one who can't wait for the minute my lips will be to
Part 3 The KillWe have to get out of here! Shannon thought aloud; walking from end to end of the small and dark cell. Think!Part 3 The Kill6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jared balanced on the edge of the small wooden seat. His face was glum. He held his head in his hands and sighed at the floor. How could someone be so uncaring to the environment? He asked, more to himself than the others. Imagine how much damage hell cause, for all of us!
Jared, will you stop worrying about the environment for a moment, and start worrying about what were going to do?! Shannon snapped irritably.
Jared glared. I cant think right now...my minds all hazy... He gave a frustrated sigh. I cant think about this right now; I need to go play something! He picked up his guitar, sat in the darkest corner of the cell with his back to his brother, and began to tune the guitar.
Shannon sighed. What about you, Tom? Any ideas?
Tomo sat up slowly.
NumbersI want to be Infinite and Limitless,Numbers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of spastic Oscillation,
wiggling about through the x-y axis,
Extending onward down the alphabet,
hitting Z and starting over from the beginning,
with A's and B's and R-W-S,
because who needs to go in order.
so don't stare condescendingly
as if I am some Removable Discontinuity,
a little blip on the otherwise perfect
function you've calculated
to run through your life.
plug it into your TI-84
and you'll see,
blatant joyous imperfection.
of my insignificance,
the very idea insults me-
as if I could be taken out of the equation,
or other such nonsense.
AloneHe walked through the shrouded forest, dark clouds rolling across the turbulent sky and caressing themselves along the pale moon like seductive fingers. His dark, wildly handsome features were cloaked amidst the blackness, his rough, worn hands stuffed deeply into the pockets of his jeans as he roamed the terrain almost restlessly, as if searching for something, anything to take his mind off the conflicting emotions going on in his head. There was a hollow, aching loneliness that was etched with pain in his heart a loneliness that just wouldnt go away no matter what he did no matter how hard he tried to stay busy. It was just there. Always.Alone7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He gazed almost helplessly around him, feeling the struggling, sickening panic rising again, looking for anything, anyone to hold. But he was alone. Had it always been this way? How had he wound up here? He couldnt remember.
MURDER SHE WROTETroubled mind,MURDER SHE WROTE6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take it slow.
A world behind,
Not letting go.
Such a mess,
Pain still lingers.
Today's been torn,
A lesson learned.
Destined to fade,
A suicidal cry,
Murder she wrote.
that dead deceitthat dead deceit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behold, the night born of a whim.
A certain fancy holds
Attaches with the string of stars
Unleashing ambers, liquids, golds.
Sit close by her, voices deep
The whisper of a thrill amongst
Unknowing crowds of knowing masks
A pleasant rush from lips that drunk.
Not hours next would truth be told
Or paper minds left to decay
The creases deep with blood to fold
On this night, a lie betrays.
Her head upon the dock does rest
And all the atropine now fades
The moon alights a deadpool blue
So to the ground will be her grave.
The soft and desperate plea alights
And demons snare the bleeding soul.
A murmured fall of dying flocks
That flew straight from the aching hole.
My LoveMy Love,My Love8 years ago in General More Like This
I'm here alone...wondering...waiting. It's so, so cold without you. My tender heart aches and throbs and cries all at the same time. The darkness consumes me, it's black tendrils squeezing my soul like writhing serpents bent on crushing it into submission. The night is freezing, the stars but icy, dead gems in the sky. The moon reflects the pallor of my soul, the light harsh and dull and wavering. Will it disappear? Where has my inner strength gone?
The air is thick...foggy...And I am left here wondering...waiting.
I imagine your tender smile, that soft look in your eyes that used to shine down upon me...and it twists and pangs my heart...and my dreams at night. I drag myself through the day. There is no light but yours. I am but a wilting flower, dying, th
One VoiceOne Voice5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A voice. What is it? Well it's obviously something you talk to other people with. But I think a voice, his voice, is so much more. His voice is a portal into my soul. I always feel like melting like an ice cream cone in summer when he's talking. Singing, he takes me on a journey into my feelings. Whether it's angry, sad, or happy, he makes me feel like I'm on top of my own little world. I want to sing along every time. It's almost painful that I can't sing in front of him. To sing my favorite songs and have him see how happy it makes me feel. How the pain fades and never comes back at least for a short while. To say thank you for saving me from eternity of hate and sufferage. It's a magical feeling knowing all your problems can melt with one band, one singer, one beat, and one voice.
The Origin Of Saint JimmyThe Origin Of Saint Jimmy9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-The Origin Of Saint Jimmy-
"James, James, James." The old man sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What are we going to do with you?" He looked across the large wooden desk to the scowling boy seated on the other side. "It's Jimmy." The boy growled. The man tapped the sign sitting on his desk. It read "Principal Smith". Jimmy rolled his eyes and added. "Sir." Principal Smith set three pictures on his desk and folded his hands. "James, can you tell me what this is?" Jimmy muttered something under his breath and leaned forward to look at the photographs. He grinned, seeing what they were. They were all of the school bathroom.
The first picture was one of the mirrors. There were cartoon faces drawn on them in thick permanent marker. The next one was the wall, completely covered in graffiti. Jimmy's graffiti. His grin widened. Random words, phrases, quotes, song lyrics, all written in thick, colorful, permanent marker, stretched over the entire wall. "Beautiful." He whispered. Then he turned to
.: Slave :..: Slave :.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snarls and growls were loud enough to be heard all over the labs. It echoed with a terrible chime of rage and destruction that would follow, if he were ever released. There were protections and restraints, nobodies and dusks that easily would throw themselves in the way to stop his stampede, but the debates were almost final.
Why did you even think of bringing him here?! Hell destroy everything!! the blond was already angry beyond all belief, mostly because the male had ripped through several of his experiments, with blood and glass still being cleaned up slowly by the dusks.
Hey! The scar laden shooter screamed, still smelling of the gunpowder from the hunt. He was QUITE a lucky catch dude-
He almost got you by the throat too... came out a deep chuckle behind thick dreads.
Even sooooo! This guy aint that normal. Hes... geeze you shoulda seen what he could do!! Wave of this big ass sword thingy he summoned, and the g
UMvC3 Moveset KaminaUMvC3 Moveset Kamina4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Series: Gurren Lagann
Gender: Male (very much so)
Voice Actor: Kyle Hebert (way better then Japanese)
Health: 975,000 HP Points (avarage)
Assist Alpha: Yoko Call (Shot, Forward)
Assist Beta: Gurren Slash (Direct, Front)
Assist Gamma: Grit Teeth (Direct, up diagonal)
Energy projection: 1/9
Fighting Ability: 10/9 (only correct)
Description: Once a simple worker living beneath the surface forcibly he then met Simon who found the small Gunman he named Lagann and shot to the surface. Once there he wondered the surface defeating any beastman he finds and freeing the trapped people beneath the surface.
Theme Song: Sorriro Days [instrumental] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY_FRMkN07I )
Entrance: Kamina is wearing his cape he then throws it off and pulls it out of the sheath like he did against Viral, he then pushes his sunglasses up and they gleam in the light before he ente
Perfect GiftPerfect Gift8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beneath the heart shaped moon, Xemnas stood and watched the sky, the hearts flutter towards their Kingdom, and the soft strand of hope glittered in his golden eyes. Kingdom Hearts....
A portal formed behind him, the blue haired Saix stepped forward, drawing his hood down to reveal his scarred face and pulled his long hair from his jacket. Xemnas...
Have the plans been set in motion? he asked, not ever turning back from his heart.
Yes superior, he chimed with the nod of his head.
The keyblader has been set out to eliminate more heartless?
Xemnas finally turned to face him. And everything is order in the worlds?
Everyone has been sent out, Superior.
So everything has been completed as I asked?
Saix nodded. Yes superior....
A perk of a smile formed at the tips of his lips, destroying his emotionless stare with more of a happy look. Good good... Everything set.
The EndThe End7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There are no such things as happy endings.
You can ask any shabby old hobo, lying broken on the street corner.
Live life like theres no tomorrow, love like youve never been hurt; wanna know the truth? Thats all kids stuff.
And I should know. The people who are supposed to protect us? Theyre just human, like you and me. They make mistakes. Dangerous mistakes.
Me? Im not inclined to go parading around with a gun, calling myself a hero while Im just a murderer with the justification of a little thing called law enforcement.
But you know, its not really possible to stop evil with good either. Like that mass murderer is gonna turn over a new leaf just by getting a lecture on how wrong he was and getting himself locked up in a cage.
I know this. You know this.
And thats why I fight. If the police are gonna make a muck-up of things anyway, why cant I? Why cant I give a family who lost someone
The Midnight ThiefIf you are expecting a quick fanservice I advise you stop reading this. This fanfiction is a detailed and rather long afterstory of Nezumi and Sion. Although that DOES NOT mean it doesn't have Nezushi moments in it cus it does.. I wrote this solely for the purpose of giving the novels (and the anime) a fanmade conclusion which it seriously needed.. Hope you enjoy it. Please do comment!The Midnight Thief4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The little black mouse, almost invisible amongst the shadows of the night hurried across the deserted street. It didn't stop once nor that it slowed down. With a programmed certainty and accuracy it continued to run along the side streets towards a single destination. It didn't stop... for it's master was right behind him.
Nezumi followed the little mouse closely. Although the task was hardly difficult, he almost lost sight of it twice when he paused to stare at the changes within the city he had once hated with passion.
Ever since the destruction of the correctional facility over 2 ye
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: BatsuUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Batsu3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Rival Schools/Project Justice series
First Appearance: Rival Schools: United by Fate (1997)
Voiced by: Vic Mignogna (EN) Nobuyuki Hiyama (JP)
Theme song: Batsu's theme from Tatsunoko vs. Capcom: Cross Generation of Heroes
Alternate costume: Vatsu from Rival Schools and Project Justice
Stage: Snowy Shinjuku -Downtown Arcade at Night- (Shared with Sakura Kasugano and Silver Samurai)
Standing: L jab punch, M straight punch, H push kick, S a normal uppercut.
Crouching: L jutting kick, M straight punch, H sweep kick
Aerial: L a light punch downward, M jutting kick, H a back kick, S hammering punch.
The moves with (*) can be comboed from normal moves and into special moves. Those moves can also comboed to each other (L, M, H), but they have low attack speed. Can be used as a counter attack, called Guts Counter block an enemy attack and then press the comb
ScarsScars9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't do it to hurt you
Or to make you mad at me
I didn't do it to show you
The emotional side of me
I did it only to remind me
Of things that shouldn't be
Of pain I've had
Of love I've lost
And what someday
The scars I hide
For none to see
Are worse than these my dear
And in my heart
The scars I hide
Are the only thing I fear
No. 6 FF - As Time Goes On - 4Shion stood at the back of the crowd with Dog at his heels. Though his mother had asked him not to, the white-haired boy had insisted on joining the large meeting assembled within the city to hopefully hear some explanations for the chaos that was slowly cropping up all around the city. He listened intently as a man took to the stage far ahead, stepping towards a microphone at the front. He spoke in an authoritative, deep voice, instructing the residents of No. 6 on the newest rules and information.No. 6 FF - As Time Goes On - 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the last few days, the rising tension in the city had completely driven away Shion's anxiety at waiting for Nezumi's response. A rising tension that had come to a boiling point before completely piling over, taking the wondrous awe of change in the city down to a terrible fall. Shion was a little hazy on the details, but it would seem that some Western District people had refused to work and were thrown out by their hosts. Riots had ensued afterwards, as the family that had been thrown o
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: PsylockeUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Psylocke3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: (UK) Captain Britain, vol. 1 #8 (Dec. 1976)
(U.S.) New Mutants Annual #2 (Oct. 1986)
Voiced by: Kimberly Brooks
Theme song: A remix of Psylocke's theme from Marvel Super Heroes
Alternate costume: Ninja Psylocke
Stage: Skyscraper at Night -Los Angeles-
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Light kick, Crouching light kick, Jumping light kick
Standing forward kick, Crouching forward kick, Jumping forward kick
Standing fierce kick, Crouching fierce kick, Jumping fierce kick
Triple Jump: AIR U,U
Moonsault Kick: AIR U + H
Vanity Kick: B + H after certain attacks
Backstep Kick: B + H, hold F
Chuugaeri Abise Geri: F + H
Psi-Shot: AIR QCF + P
Psi-Blade: AIR QCF + L,L,H
Psi-Spin Curve: AIR QCF + H,L,L
Ninjitsu: AIR HCB + P or K
__Psi-Drill: any direction + P or K
Memory Lane Fanfic Ch 1The sky was clear blue, reflecting off the water, making it shimmer and glint like diamonds as it rolled against the shore. A long deck lead out into its deep abyss of blue, the wood creaked as a young man paced across its old surface. His silver hair blowing back as a gust wind whipped against him; raising a hand shading his eyes from the sun, he looked up into the cloud speckled heaven. Sighing it was a sudden voice that caught his attention, turning he looked back as someone came running, hand waving wildly in the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly, placing his hands firmly on each hip, Nice to see some things never change Youre late as usual Sora.Memory Lane Fanfic Ch 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The brunette stopped and laughed; rubbing the back of his head he gave a memorable and slightly embarrassed grin. Yeah eh heh .Sorry bout that. Eyes twinkling mischievously he reached up and grabbed his friends head, ruffling his hair, making sure he messed up the perfect locks. It was pa
arachnophobia.the spiders are the only ones who listen to mearachnophobia.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anymore. they make beautiful patterns across the nape
of my neck and down the curve of my back, their
delicate legs making my skin shiver. they weave words
over my teeth and down into the opening of my
esophagus, and i have to learn how to breathe
without destroying them.
they want to protect me, they say.
but it feels like there's an eyelash in my eye and
they're intent on ignoring my pleas to go, go get it out
as they continue their aerobics up and down my
sloping vertebrae. and there's a splinter under my nail,
digging deeper and deeper under my flesh and
i can't move to pull it out.
don't be afraid, they say.
but i can hear the scratching of silk as it slides
into my lungs and stretches over my pulmonary veins.
a million and one chelicera are causing microscopic
incisions in my arteries as they make their way into
the right ventricle of my heart. they're
invading my insides, swarming through my body.
and i'm stuck trying to remember wh
GollumGollum11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come my precious
Let us go fish
Sit in the boat
wait for a bit
I got one, I got one
and splish, splash he falls in
Deagol love where did you go
We search for him
couldn't find him at all
Back to the shore
running once more
We sees him, live and whole
Jumping for glee we come over
and we sees most bright, most beautiful thing
Fit for a king in the hands of Deagol
No, it must be ours, must be Smeagols
It's our birthday, give to us, we pleas
But Deagol wouldnt listen no
He trys to run
but we are much faster
and we catches him
We grabs his throat, and struggles for a bit
Deagol went limp, like a dead old fish
Shiny, it called us
Shiny, we grabbed it
And poof we are gone
They calls us a murderer
calls us a theif
calls us a sneak, a slinker
But we outsmart them all
Yes, My precious
Shiny and bright
Ours by right
schizophrenia?psychology defines schizophreniaschizophrenia?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as an impairing, delusional disorder
borne in the person’s inexorable inability
to tell right from wrong,
hopeless fantasy from harsh reality,
or even suspicion from acceptance
but aspen is a lovely, flexible woman
with names of imperial animal races
that never belonged to them,
with the countless colors of her eyes that
she makes up with named numbers
written in cursive sharpie on her palms
she takes pills that seem to
dampen & take away those charming
things she always says to me;
the voices don’t haunt or tease her,
they’ve always respected the way she
counted with willpower & the way she lived
psychology defines schizophrenia
as a disorder in which one cannot escape
their head long enough to
stop the thoughts of self-destruction,
to halt the onset of war on their
bodies as the asphalt hits their head
but aspen is a star amid the wreckage
when she asks you to hold her
until she can’t hear the bad numbers
crunching her ears int
Vampire LoveThe night I met you my whole world changed.Vampire Love10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People warned me you were deranged.
I should have known better, I should have stayed away.
But your presence drew me near and I was here to stay.
A halo of smoke from your cigarette clouded the air.
Though your green eyes pierced threw watching with great care.
In one fluid motion you crossed the room to me.
No words were spoken there was no need to be.
Pushing me up against the wall your fingers intertwined in my hair.
Pulling my head to the side left my neck bare.
The blood quickens as the first bite is made.
I feel a bit of my life force fade.
But it's not enough as I pull you near.
A small bit of laughter could be heard in my ear.
Fire ran threw my veins and I knew I would die.
He whispered to me that indeed I would survive.
Pulling away his lips painted crimson with my blood.
For the first time in my life I felt truly loved.
Later that night I died in his arms.
Only to be reborn with some of his charms.
Together we hunt for the blood of