Death Note ReviewDeath Note Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Death Note. . . The title itself is eye-catching for a person as dark and morbid as I can be, sparking immediate curiosity. One would never expect something as simple as a notebook could cause such widespread panic and disorder. That simply writing a name down would have such power as to kill a person; though i'm sure we all have at one point wished we had that power for one petty reason or another. The idea itself is rather unusual; a Notebook would be the last weapon suspected by any police force, and it would take an unusual thinker to even come up with the idea, much less be able to convince the police that it was indeed worth investigating.
The default method of killing with the Note, the heart attack idea, as well as the lengthy rule/guidebook in the beginning of the Note that Light finds is pure genius. It shows creativity on the sides of the authors as well as showing exactly how bored Ryuk is since he took the time to writ
Per Caso 4 - UlquiorraUlquiorra closed the door and sighed. What was going on with him?? Or ,what was going on with Grimmjow?? He always heard about 'Wild Jeagerjaques', never about 'kitty nice Grimmy'. Why was he so nice to Ulquiorra, while being bad to others?? Emo sighed again and left to bathroom.Per Caso 4 - Ulquiorra4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Grimmjow was laying on the bed smiling.Then he stopped. Why am I smiling like an idiot?? That would be because Ulquiorra thanked you.Grimmjow felt kinda dizzy.What was Ulquiorra thanking me for? For the blanket you gave him. Why did I do that?? Because he was trembling. Why did I care?? Because he was so cute..! Wait, wait,wait, did I just thought that Ulquiorra was cute?! Yes, you did.Grimmjow shaked his head.What?? Why do I think something like that?? I'm just sleepy,that's all Yeah,that's all I hope!!
Breakfast was more quiet than Ulquiorra expected. Yumichika was sitting,eyes closed.Is he asleep? Asked Ulquiorra himself.Nnoitra and Ikkaku weren't there,and Szayel look
all that i knowlet me tell you something.all that i know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poetry is all around you and me. it existed from the very beginning. it was here before
music and painting. it floats in the air, and it is the air. you can find it in the tops of trees
caught in spiderwebs, or sleeping on the blades of grass. there is poetry in your lungs and
on your eyelashes and in the crook of your elbow. poetry is the freckles on your eyelids
and the lines and pores on the tops of your hands. it sleeps between your vertebrae and is
the sunlight when you wake up. it is the morning and the day and the dusk and the night.
and it is the sounds in the night. poetry is the way you move and blink and smile and how
you feel when you laugh. poetry is jumping in a lake, just to be in the lake.
this this is poetry.
I Didn't Hear YouI Didn't Hear You!I Didn't Hear You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just ask her already!!" a boy wearing a cap yelled to another boy.
"I can't!! What do you not get?!" the boy yelled back. He had spiky brown hair, black eyes and wore a green and yellow pendant.
"Come on Gary! You're such a baby! What's the worst that can happen?" the boy said.
"She could say no " Gary said sighing.
"Oh come on! Be a man for once! If she rejects you, then ask another girl!" the boy continued to nag him. Gary sighed as Joey talked to him. He seemed to block out the boy's words though; in one ear and out the other. Unlike most of the boys at school, Gary only had interest in one girl. She was beautiful to him and to all the other boys at the school. She wasn't the most popular girl, as a surprise to Gary. With her long soft brown hair, slender arms and legs, beautiful green eyes Gary loved everything about her. And yet he hardly even knew her.
Just as he was thinking about her, he saw her from the corner of his eyes. She had walk
i will love youi love youi will love you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, i love
i can love you
love, can i, you?
i can love you when
the sun is barely risen.
when barely love can rise
i adore you like the rain on the
porch steps. rain can wither my spirit
but still will i love. you will be the tempest
of the storm, the torrent of rain that breaks,
but love you, i will. a blade of grass broken under
foot will be bent sorrowful, but will heal like a solemn
heart. a broken heart will be sorrowful, but will heal as
solemn as a trampled blade of grass. and when bent or trampled
is my heart, for you it will heal. for you, i love. love, i, for you. forever
will be how long you and i will have loved. we love forever, and had love.
i will love you until forever is had. forever you and i love, will be how long.
untitledwhen she sleeps,untitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the inside of her mind is a spanish lullaby
just gentle chords strung into a
beautiful tapestry of sound. her skin
smells of oranges and cloves, and her hair is
cinnamon brown. she reminds you of
the feeling of waking up in the morning,
thirsty. she is the song you play for
every kind of weather
every kind of mood. you feel her
fingers on your cheek when you sleep,
you dream she's there with you. and even
when she's far away,
you hear her like the voice of a flute.
a haunting sound carried on
the wind, past hills and fields and
home to you.
Dear Me, Please rememberMediocrity kills.Dear Me, Please remember3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ironically, I'm still alive.
seemedit's the sound of cicadas harmonizing in the heat, while i drink green tea with a hint of mint, that reminds me of sunburnt hours spent hiding away under green and between pillars of carved bark. those are the times when we discover the simple and true things in life, like blood oozing from scratches and sweat dripping from foreheads and freckles and smiles and laughing with you. when we return to dreams we're all children again, in pursuit of sunbeams and the familiar touch of bare feet on mossy river rocks. the secret places where we keep our memories of wild strawberries and rope swings and the excitement of climbing trees are overgrown with the sense of wonder and purity and no one can touch that. there, everything was a mystery and everything seemed unreal. but the kind of 'seemed unreal' that felt more real to the touch than air or water or anything believable. we were sensationally alive, like trees are when they catch the scent of rain. and all the while we were young and growiseemed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you neverdarkness falls like shattered glassyou never4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lights are swaying,
distant tail lights
like dreaming dancers across the grass.
all the sounds are sad like midnight air
in my lungs, on my tongue,
in the desert there.
we're stepping silent down the road,
asphalt cold under our toes,
a thousand eyes up in the sky-
we're being watched, and
that's how you feel when there's
oh, i just want to pretend
there's no such thing as friendly fires,
you're lips are liars.
every time i fold my hands
the creases cut deeper in
until my skin suffocates my bones
and they gasp in harmony.
it's so hard to lose you now,
when i know now that i have lost.
how could i have thought that
this was just an easy win?
how could i have thought
you wanted in?
i was so sure i would be
pain-free. now i'm hurting myself.
how could i?
wake my heartyou are my fever dream, my timeless night.wake my heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm falling endlessly into you,
and through you,
when you look at me that way.
oh love, wake my heart.
your fingers as they dance across my skin,
unlock the yearning for you i keep within.
to fall asleep against your chest,
to know the rush of your breath,
to have and to hold you from this day forth,
is all i'll ever ask.
young and oldin these days we'll live in love, and like stubborn children we'll hold on.young and old3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
becoming untamed by this wild feeling, it lets us loose.
but we're grown up. surrounded by amber kitchen windows,
where you tuck back my golden hair, kiss my shoulder, tell me to always be near.
i'll make you promises that i know you trust, to find the gold beneath the husk.
and in the mornings i'll miss the summer heat, sticky skin and white bed sheets.
now all the birds in the yard have taken off in the wind- it's the last time i'll see them
again till spring. you're black tea eyes are waiting, watching. your fog breath on the window glass.
all the clock's unnumbered tickings counting out the silence passed,
like when we lay on the naked floor, listening to the rain come in the front door.
and the peace beneath the floorboards seeps sleepily into our skin,
along with aches of the cold in our young and old bones. so slumber-ridden, my tired eyes.
well i love you, my dream boy. i love you as the leaves are born
an early morning dreamat first light she's the first sight to see,an early morning dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with summer in her heart...
with morning on her mind,
her horizon looks right into mine.
she wears tree-covered hilltops in shades of green,
charming as an early morning dream,
and makes love to the stars before they swim away-
a last quiet goodbye.
crescent lipped and satin smile,
she tosses her golden rays for miles,
like glossy tresses over her shoulder and
against her pearly back.
there i sweetly rest my head,
timeless fog in a silent valley.
i'll wait with eyelids partly closed
for her steady breath- it wakes the birds.
whispers that wrap around the trees,
and the branches bend, listening
for countless sighs that go unheard-
caught upon the waiting fern.
i watch her, restful, in the dusty shade.
all pale, but warm, and sending shadows astray.
she's the first hint of light over the hillside,
the last blink of slumber in my morning eyes.
i refuse this poem a titlei have pages of poetry written behind my eyelids andi refuse this poem a title4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
honestly, does it really matter?
no one reads it unless they want to,
and they can't unless they read my mind.
"they". who are they really, anyway? and why do they
i'm waiting for that one who's supposed to be half my soul
and can see through my apparently translucent-window eyes.
because i hear that's how you become in love.
but you see, it probably doesn't work that way,
since really my eyes are just glassy from
all the sleepless nights passed in poetic misery.
some sort of musing unwake-
this is what i've become.
don't worry, i'm not too emotional. i've actually grown quite
no, it doesn't hurt.
yes, it's painful.
no, you're not killing me.
saving gracehe takes her out far away, because the city suffocates her. shesaving grace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
takes deep gulps of wild air brewing a storm in the sky, like the
one in her eyes. but she is fading and he doesn't know how to
save her. he just wants to see her smile.
[he just wants to make her smile.]
but the thunder clouds just keep passing by. dark shadows
creeping under her eyes, he gives her all the freedom he
can find, while holding on to her for dear life. she can't resist
this wild ride, just dragging him along.
state of mindlily-skinned, she slipped from the grass and cut through the wind-state of mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her coquette smile held it's breath and her hands held onto little truths.
the leaves left hints of green in her eyes-
she was a dazzling monster (in disguise).
streetlight-reached and tight-lipped,
passersby meet expressions and gazes,
pulled through a series of asphalt mazes.
the way she moved left her too dazed,
cause spinning melted the world like wax.
with hands she shoved in her bottomless pockets,
it was too easy to disappear into black hole apartments,
train-track thundering, passing the time,
like pricking your fingers with the sewing needle
(because someone has lost the thimble).
tipped the rocking chair down hilly slopes,
having slipped, amber-lit and haloed by bedroom lamps-
this music was tearing her lungs, sometimes sweetly savage.
how much longer does this rhythm go on, birds pecking at her window?
tapping out fingers upon knees, patterns and disillusions.
one two three, four. one two three, four.
dead feelingfor a moment i felt extraordinarily dead. it felt likedead feeling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing. wonderful nothingness. i'd never really felt
nothing before i felt this dead feeling, i'd only thought
i'd felt nothing. if i was feeling it before i felt dead, then
it probably was something. because you can't really
feel nothing when you are not dead. and since i am not
dead, i had to first feel dead in order to feel nothing. which
i did. so finally i felt nothing, and i felt dead. and it was all
very relaxing, i must say, to stop feeling for a moment.
Almost the Perfect Love StoryI first met him in woodshop.Almost the Perfect Love Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Could you lend me your screw driver?"
He didn't say a word, wouldn't even pry his eyes away from his project long enough to look at me. Instead he just nodded, pointing to where it was on his table with one hand and adjusting his safety glasses with the other.
That was the first time I had ever spoken to Rodd Lance, and at the time I wasn't interested enough to even know his name.
Overtime I noticed his work was amazing compared to the regular crap the people in shop produced. While other kids made tiny projects week after week, wooden racecars and dolls, Rodd spent the entire second semester working on a chair. It was really nicely made, too. Despite its lack of paint and finishing, the chair was almost like one at my kitchen table. He was that good.
Our second conversation was a bit longer than the first.
"Want my chair?"
I didn't recognize his voice because of course I had never heard it in our detailed first encounter. I turned around and was pretty su
fever-highrestless down there on the floor,fever-high4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the light to filter just right
through the window and soak me in gold.
when the morning is blistered
and my lips are warm,
when songs are prayers are birds in the trees,
and the marks on my skin from the kisses of bees
are stinging so feverishly,
i'll give my flesh to the wind and cloud-freckled sky.
like a flower i'll wither and dry,
but before then i'll be so damn alive-
born to be in love with you.
catching the sun between my fingers,
light my blood on fire.
no one needs to know we're going higher and higher.
the words you breathe are my desire-
these endless days begin.
like barefoot dancing in the grass,
sinking into evening.
evenly disappearing into folds of night,
i've learned to
let gohold on tight.
breathe in wavesyou breathe in waves, softly crashing onto the shore-breathe in waves4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
musical, thoughtful, smiling.
you're a dream within a dream, and all heartbeats,
and gentle movements in your sleep.
i swear songs sleep behind your eyelids and in your veins-
as you play guitar up and down my arm i hold my breath,
careful not to move, careful not to wake you
(or us) from this pleasant summer night.
all the sweetest memories we make,
dipped in moonlight or laced with candlelight,
kept safe in mind to be smiled upon tenderly
i can't think of you without my heart taking flight,
and my hand craving yours.
the hours are empty without you, empty like
the lingering smell of blown out candles,
or the hush after a long solemn rain.
somehow the faraway thunder is comforting,
and the silent lightning just another blink.
just another heartbeat buried in your chest-
here i'll always find it safe to rest my head.
APH: Unity, Justice, FreedomIt is the year 1989. The place is Berlin. The Berlin Wall is coming down. The night is finally over for the two brothers. No more sorrow, no more loneliness.APH: Unity, Justice, Freedom2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia East Germany stood in his brown-grey uniform in the cool breeze of November in front of a concrete wall, nervously watching the customs and guard points in front of him and the gate that stood behind them. He fiddled with his visor cap and looked over his shoulder at the masses of people who had gathered here, before the Berlin Wall. The world, or at least East Germany's world, was about to change: now one could freely cross through the Berlin Wall to west, to West Germany to Prussia's brother, Germany.
That Wall had stood between them for decades. But the German brothers had been separated even longer, ever since the Third Reich had fallen and part of Germany Prussia had been taken by Russia's Soviet forces. The ideological Cold War had come between the brothers to keep them apart
blue lighti want toblue light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
live in your
i want to
i want to
two peaceswe came to live in a cabin out by the lake,two peaces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where we'd laughed and loved our lives away,
in the pine-smelling dusty air.
you wrote your poems
curled up in light on the sill,
you were streaming your long hair
out the window like a flag on the shore
where the waters say
shhh (we're here to stay)
alone in this place- it's alive
and so full of dead silence,
just hanging in the air
by the light of the afternoon.
you were lit by the candle glow,
endless skin as white as snow.
but you are more like a summer rose-
unfolding all your secrets to me
as you whisper
shhh (i am only yours)
i remember your tender voice,
a lark singing in the nighttime breeze, and
your fingers caressing me,
beneath the silken sheet of darkness.
and when you held me there,
a crown of moon beams on your hair,
i was never safer, never dearer
to the one who loves me best
so i'll tell you
shhh (i'll always be near)
MunipulationShe [sang to me the song of love through her beautiful ruby lips]Munipulation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispered tales of vulgar detestation through her venomous fangs.
Each word wounded [imprinted her perfection in]
my mind, eventually [becoming a part of my thoughts]
healing to scars.
She [sang with such a rhythm that made each syllable woo me as it crawled through my ear]
told with such a force that made each syllable rush through my ear and hurt my head.
poison ran up my spine, down to my toes, up to my brain, and [enchanted]
Her whisper [changed me for the better]
erased all traces of a former me, eventually [allowing me to speak the language of love]
planting her vicious venom into my tongue.
Never will I be able to [sing the words of her song as beautifully as she]
hideawaytwo entwining rivers pulsehideaway4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down your arm,
gentle and alive and
followed by my fingertips.
i see you as a blind man reads-
i read you as a blind man sees.
we are breath and beating hearts,
wrap me in your arms.
the echoes of our laughter fade,
sweet sound in my silence.
i can fall asleep here,
i can dream in wake here-
two minds and the spaces in between.
two minds and the worlds they hold within.
i am a nomad, but you are home-
wrap me in your arms.
give me the warmth of your smile,
i'll give you my heart. just
fill in my empty space with your light.
you make time turn so fast that
it's standing still still still. we
must have melted into magic that
mid-night on the hill.
wrap me up, wrap me in your arms.
you've become a getaway,
the world inside you teems with life,
and love and holy light.
i crave you and your touch.
my dear fantasy, you're my sweet reality.
i see you and i feel you, but i can't believe
you're mine. wrap me in your arms.