Thoughts of YouI wonder how many days I spent dreaming,Thoughts of You in Free Verse More Like This
Of all the things I could never say.
And just when I'd written it all in a letter.
You showed up smiling in front me.
And all of a sudden, the letter didn't matter anymore... (^_^)
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a manner that will allow them to be rated as a good critic.
Note: Before reading on, take note that this guide is only for literary works as I have no experience judging visual art and therefore cannot create a rating scale for those.
II. The Purpose of a Critique:
The first question that we must ask ourselves is this: "Why does an individu
WinterfallWinterfall:Winterfall in Free Verse More Like This
Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak
An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...
I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore
From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast
Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...
"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:A Shattered Illusion in Free Verse More Like This
A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns
Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within
There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind
In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the future
From the wanton wheel of fate...
"Such is the nature of desperation, when caught in an endless cycle of hate..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:To Save A Princess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they began to hallunicate...
Visions of frightening ghosts and shades
Covered their eyes and sent them screaming
They clawed at their faces and toppled to the ground;
They woke the camp with their horrid keening
The ground was alive with running footsteps
Yet soldiers began to fall like snow
In panic their ears could not hear the sound
Of the rifle
What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:What You Can't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...
What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...
How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...
When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...
The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...
The past is locked away for good;
Now hide it with a key.
Smile and carry on in life;
In time you won't remember...
"It's easy to forget a monster..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
SANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A light novel by Chen Yuan Wen
BY WHICH MEASURE do we seek to judge the morally justified and the morally corrupt? Who becomes the saviour of the story and who becomes the villainous wretch? It is a question that is easily answered, even if the answer might seem distasteful: for it is the victor, in any situation, who will marked as a hero. They will always be justified, regardless of their actions, and any misbehaviour will simply be explained away as a part of their natural function. In the end, it matters not how many lives were sacrificed; nor does it matter how many women or children were slain. This is simply passed off as the price of victory, a collateral damage to which no one is held accountable. The defeated will be forgotten, whilst the victor basks in the glory and support of both the heavens and the earth. It is an illusion, a bias that we implant in ourselves; it is a heuristic idea that helps us recognise the alpha figure o
Courage papillonJe descends du cielCourage papillon in Other More Like This
et quittes la vie éternelle
d'étoile qui brille
je me changes en chenille
voyant ce monde si triste,si morose
j'entreprends la métamorphose
7 jours s'éteignent
Je quitte l'enveloppe nymphale
et déplies mes ailes aux couleurs d'opale
Je suis le vent
je me laisse porter sur ses flancs
à la recherche de fleurs
à la poursuite du bonheur...
mon âme saigne
la violence règne
je pleur au non sens
je pleur avec souffrance
pourquoi tant de haine
pourquoi tant de peine
la vie est si fragile
elle ne tient qu'à un file
mais pourtant partout où je regarde
je ne vois que la mort qui darde
des blessures qui saignent
les tueries qui s'enchainent
et de la haine,de la haine..
et rien que de la haine..
Tellement de haine...
Le livre d'histoiresÀ sa lecture attentive, sa reliure de tissus devient des gonds de métal dont lutilité première est dassurer la mobilité dun couvercle bien spécial, mais il faut être prudent, car une fois ouvert complètement il peut parfois être très difficile de le refermer. La raison de cette difficulté est que son ouverture donne accès à lintérieur dun véritable coffre aux trésors, où se trouve bien gardé une multitude de cartes dont chacune mène à une destination différente. Il y en a qui mènent à de belles contrées féeriques, où les fleurs poussent et où tout est beau. Dautre, nous conduisent plutôt vers des endroits sombres et désolés, où sont construits des châteaux hantés habités par dhorribles créatures qui feraient frissonner même les plus courageux guerriers.Le livre d'histoires in Other More Like This
Chasse GalerieJe vous invite à vous asseoirChasse Galerie in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Que je vous conte mon histoire
Ça s'est passé en plein chantier
À la veille du premier Janvier
Loin on était de tout soupçon
De faire partie du réveillon
Quand notre Baptiste est arrivé
D'un enthousiasme endiablé
Nous a fait la proposition
D'y aller par navigation
Je dois l'avouer j'ai hésité
Mais au final j'ai acquiescé
Se tenir loin des jeux à boire
Ce n'était pas la mer à boire
Ne pas toucher aux emblèmes
Ni prononcer aucun blasphème
On s'est rendu à Lavaltrie
Sans effleurer un crucifix
On a chanté, on a dansé
Jusqu'à la fin de la soirée
Mais lorsque fût le temps de rentrer
Baptiste était rendu pacté
On lui a collé un bâillon
Pour retenir tous ses jurons
On a repris nos avirons
Et pris le cap vers les bucherons!
Là c'est moi qui a dût conduire
Et empêcher Baptiste de nuire
Tout se déroulait pour le mi
Louakimeeassise près de l'amourLouakimee in Surrealism More Like This
près de son puits
à l'écoute de son échos
je rêve que
je chante le jour
et danse la nuit
sous la lumière
le jour,la nuit
le soleil brille
la lune scintille
les rivières courent
et moi aussi
elles vers la mer
moi sur la terre
j'entends la mer
j'entends le tonnerre
tous les loups hurlent
et moi aussi
le ciel est en pleur
oui c'est la guerre
la mort s'en suit
j'entends les loups
j'entends la pluie
c'est la noirceur
le jour,la nuit
je crains le jour
et fuit la nuit
chaque illusions disparut
laisse plus d'un âme sans vie...
Ils en a qui tuent
d'autre qui survivent
j'entends le fer
oui c'est la guerre
me laissent sans le moindre appuis
je m'éveille finalement et reprend vie
prêt à me lancer au fond du puits
pour me rappeler
mon ancienne vie
ce que j'ai été
ce que je suis
egorgee dans la nuitJe peux ressentir le froid de sa lame s`enfonceregorgee dans la nuit in Surrealism More Like This
De la surface de ma peau jusqu`à ma trachée
Aucun détail ne m'échappe, je ressens tout...
De la chaleur du sang qui ruisselle le long de ma gorge jusqu`à ma poitrine,
À l`épaisseur du sang que je suis en train d`avaler.
Mais peu à peu le goût du sang qui remonte s'estompe.
Soudainement le temps semble s`être arrêté
Seulement... Mon sang continue de se vider
Un vent glaciale s`est levé
Et enveloppe ma peau d'une couverture glacée
Refroidissant mes vêtements mouillés
Je pose ma main sur ma plaie ensanglantée
Mais incapable de respirer
Je me suis effondrée
Sans avoir eu le temps d`identifier
Celui qui m`eu assassiné
Et désormais incapable de me relever
Seule la volonté de vivre m`est restée
Car tous le reste c`est envolé sous la lame de son épée
Et c`est à ce moment que je me suis réveillée,complèt
DeflorescereIl fait noirDeflorescere in Other More Like This
Je ne fais que boire
Il fait toujours nuit
Encore soif et faim
Je n'ai pas fini
Et je bois
Pour garder la joie
Et vient printemps
Vas y tombe pluie
L'été est fini
Mes forces aussi
Et tellement bu
Et là je flétri
PerceptionThe Past, the only one always behindPerception in Spoken Word More Like This
sometime darker than shadow
staining your name,turning your mind
But Sometime it's likes the hugest glow
The present, The only one really matter
Sometime rougher than fever
reminding your past,making you in tatter
But Sometime it's likes the lukiest clover
The Futur, The only one you should don't care
Always farther,Always uncertain
Usually seem really scared
Always frightening to get pain
The perception,the only one can go through
Always unstable, is changing fast
Never depending of time, only made by thought
And the only one can change the sens of futur present and past
Mourrir pour revivreil y a deux êtres de force contraire qui habitent en mon dedansMourrir pour revivre in Other More Like This
et ils se font la guerre depuis bien longtemps
Ils détruisent mon intérieur
me rendant insensible aux douleurs extérieures
mais de plus en plus fragile de l`intérieur
ce n`est que lorsqu`ils sont en parfaite équilibre
que je peux enfin me sentir libre
libre de vivre ma vie comme bon me le semble
car le reste du temps mon âme en tremble
le jour me montre toutes les raisons possibles de vouloir en finir
et la nuit les mile et une façon d`y parvenir
le rêve de s`éteindre au bout de son sang
pour ne plus jamais avoir à risquer d`être rattrapée par le temps
le rêve d`être noyée par ses propres pleurs
dans l`espoir d`un jour pouvoir être libérée de la peur
le rêve de mourir,l`espoir de pouvoir enfin revivre
en un être libre,sans plus jamais avoir à souffrir
en niant le plus longtemps possible, le fait de devoir un jour &
SynesthesieLes motsSynesthesie in Free Verse More Like This
Il faut en écouter la résonance un instant,
mais en vérifier le sens doublement.
Issus de fantaisies sont souvent réfutables
Mais réfléchis ils sont alors estimables
En Abandonner le sens, le supplanter d'une fragrance, une décision «dosable»?
Et pourtant «évitable» rimait tout aussi bien avec «estimable»!
Notre planete en perilAveuglés par l'appât du gainNotre planete en peril in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Encore trop ne comprennent rien
Nous ne voulons rien entendre
Et à tous les jours nous continuons de tout prendre
Bientôt notre espèce comptera parmi les plus menacées
Car nous avons presque tous oublié
Que tout comme l'environnement
Nous sommes des êtres bien vivants
Mais par conséquent
Seulement l`un des deux ne vit au dépend de l`autre
Car pour la nature nous ne sommes qu'une espèce parmi tant d`autres
Et si nous poursuivons vers le sentier dans lequel nous nous sommes engagés
Cela ne fera qu'achever
Le dangereux processus que nous avons enclenché
Bien sûr il est désormais trop tard pour tout effacer
Mais pas encore assez pour abandonner
Car nous avons encore le temps de nous améliorer
Et peut-être un jour de nous faire pardonner
Mais si par contre nous nous entêtons à garder les yeux fermés
Dans à peine quelques années
Il n`y aura rien de plus &
Norway X Reader: Childhood Friends You saw a child about the same age as you who has a light blond hair and dull blue eyes and staring at the calm blue sky, For you, He looks interesting so you decided to sit beside him.Norway X Reader: Childhood Friends in Short Stories More Like This
"Who are you? and what are you doing here?" the boy asked
"I'm just a stranger and i'm just here to become friends with you" you said, smiling kindly at him
"You're not just a stranger, you have a name don't you?" said the boy
"___ ___, actually it's my human name..."
"Human name? what do you mea
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 12Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At yesterday's meeting, Feliciano invited Matthew and Alfred to a sleepover. Gilbert overhead the idea, and decided to do the same, but, he would make it more awesome by inviting everybody. You had, of course accepted his invitation, seeing as it was his birthday.
He had told you to come to his (rather large and flash looking) house, and to bring your whole family. When you walked through the large front door, you found yourself almost crushed by the sheer amount of people crowded into the tiny place. Gilbert seemed to be blocking the door to the lounge, trying to teach Antonio a complex handshake.
Finally, Antonio got the right steps in the right order, and the doorway was cleared. You surged into the lounge, making sure no-one crushed Alfred and Matthew.
"Another pathetic idea of that loser..." You glanced up. You hadn't noticed another person on the couch next to you.
"Vash? What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? That bastard forced me to come here!"
"You should have just
Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends 1!Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends 1! in Romance More Like This
You, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis are in the middle of freaking long, boring discussion. You're not so interested in Mathematics and it is the subject you hated the most, It gives you headache! As usual, Antonio is sleeping, using the book to hide his face, Francis is using his phone (texting someone probably?), and Gilbert is annoying you, asking If you could tutor him for the exams tomorrow.
The school bell range indicating that the teacher would soon come into the classroom. Gilbert stood up.
"Hey,___! Let's skip class!" he cried, the attention of the class was pointed at the two of you as he dragged you out, Antonio and Francis tagged along and headed to the rooftop.
"Why do I must to attend school huh...?" Gilbert groaned as he sat down.
"Even soldiers must have knowledge, not just knowing how to shoot people!" you said as you leaned on the fence.
"She's right mon ami~"
"___, can you tutor me tonight?" Antonio asked
"Eh...? Sure, but, why don't you get Lovino to tutor you?"
Netherlands X Reader: Thank You...You're heading home after watching a night movie with Abel, It was 9:30 PM, you're riding a motorcycle with him, somewhat you're kind of scared but you don't know why.Netherlands X Reader: Thank You... in Short Stories More Like This
"Did you like the movie?" He asked
"Yes!" you answered cheerfully
"Hey ___, can you hug me?"
"Of course!!" you gave him a tight hug at the back
"Can you say I love you to me?" he smiled gently as ever
"I love you, my baby~"
"Now, can you take off my helmet and you wear it on?"
"Eh...? for what?" the curious you asked
"Please..." he pleaded
There was a news in TV that there were two person caught in an accident, A motorcycle hitted a post, One died while the other one survived.
He knew that the breaks were broken when the time he's driving with you. He had you hug him, say I Love You to him. Why did he gave you the helmet? To protect you. He treasured you so much, Loved you so much.
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 6Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today is Autumn, Gilbert invited your "family" for a picnic under the maple tree at the fringes of the forest. Not so many people coming to that forest because there was rumour that it was haunted. Most people are petrified by the mere thought of entering the forest (apparently some of the ghosts can wield swords with deadly accuracy) but, as a country, you can't die, so you aren't too worried.
Gilbert also invited Spain with his little Romano and Francis, the whole Bad Touch was there.
"Aah~ the air is so refreshing~" Spain stretched his arms as he lay down at the mat.
"Why did you bring us here? You should have just invited us to the park" you said while feeding Matthew
"Eh? Are you complaining madel? The awesome me should be in a cool place like this!" said Gilbert proudly, little Germany is with him.
"Are you scared ___?" Francis joked around.
"N-No I'm not!!"
"Oh really? ohonhon~"
"Stop teasing her you frog!" Arthur snarled
"The prince has come to save the princess~" said Gilbert
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 9Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2 days after the war, you still can't stand up by yourself due to your injuries, you've been lying on the bed since the war ended. Arthur is in charge of taking care of you and the children like to help you in little ways, fetching water, on bad days helping to feed you.
"Good morning, love" Arthur opened the windows, his smile is brighter than the sun.
"Haa~ Good mornin'" you yawned as you sat up.
"Mama! Good moooorning!" Matthew cried, he jumped to the bed to hug you.
"Why so happy, Matt?" seeing your child happy made your whole day.
"Papa will take us to Hawaii tomorrow!" he said cheerfully
"I promised it didn't I? ___, can you stand up now?" he asked, you looked at your feet and started to wriggle your toes. You winced as scabs pulled tight. But three toes on your left foot wouldn't move at all.
"I guess not"
"Let me help you" Arthur held you while Matthew attempted to support your leg. When you reached the living room, you saw Alfred lying on the couch with a bott
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 8Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why Isn't Mama here yet...?" Matthew sobbed, waiting eagerly for you to come. Today, you and Arthur weren't home. A large part of Russia was rebelling. As a part of the Allied Forces, you two got involved. The allies and their bosses told you that you were not only to stop the rebelling, but to conquer the whole of Russia, a seemingly impossible feat.
"Where's the reinforcements!? We're running out of soldiers!!!" Arthur cried, hiding behind of the sandbags.
"Damn that rebels..." you cursed, shooting every rebel you spotted.
"Ambushing our Headquarters Even France isn't that stupid. This is a move only someone very confident or a complete novice would make." Francis gritted his teeth
In your current location was difficult for you to launch an attack, or even defend yourselves properly. , The batallion of rebels firing a never ending rain of bullets, All you can do is hide. They even bombed the second Headquarters, lots of soldiers died there. Before the Russian reinforments come, a gr
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 3Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today was you and Arthur's day off. "Praise the Lord!" Is the only thing you always cried when that day came.
"___, I have an emergency meeting, I'll be out for a while." he packed up his things with his phone on his shoulder.
"Why all of a sudden? Isn't our day off today?" Wow, what a stupid boss... Ruining your first family day...
"But Papa, Mama and us will be all alone." Alfred and Matthew said at the same time.
"I'll make it fast, I promise."
"You're gonna make them cry." you pointed out. The children started to cry.
"Oh, really? For God's sake! Alright, I'll use magic."
"Magic? Some magic to stop them from crying...?" you asked, confused.
"Let me show you..." he pulled out a wand from now where and swung it, casting a spell. A strong wind blew up and a thick fog came out. When the fog cleared up, two men were standing there. It was Arthur in his Pirate days and another Arthur as the British Empire.
"What the bloody hell am I doing here?" Pirate Arthur wondered.
"Such a disgrace,
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 7Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred and Matthew can go to school now, It's good for them to have lots of friends. Not to mention, little Romano, Italy and Germany will go to school too!
"Mama! Don't forget to pack lots of hamburgers okay?" Alfred cried from the living room. As he saidthat, you were busy packing as many hamburgers as will fit in his blue, red and white patterned lunchbox. You knew that Matthew would want donuts so you and Arthur baked some last night. Alfred and Matthew ran to the kitchen to get their lunch boxes with their blue uniforms on.
"Here ya' go~" you smiled as you handed their lunch boxes to them.
"Mama, did you put donuts?" Matthew questioned
"Of course" you simply answered, After hearing your answer, he hugged you tightly around the knees
"Alfred! Matthew! Let's go! You're gonna be late!" Arthur yelled from his room.
"Wait for Papa in the car, Now come on" you pushed them gently to the door and you head to the bedroom.
"Are you coming too?" Arthur asked while looking himself at the mirr
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
Akuma to hime-sama Intro~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Akuma to hime-sama~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Akuma to hime-sama Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20 years ago, the word fell apart, volcano's sprouted up from the ground spewing lava everywhere.Fissures appeared and swallowed towns whole, all the plants in the started dying, A wave of ash and dust flew into the lungs of every man,woman and child.Without the plants,there was hardly any oxygen, the air was dry and at times poisonous,yet people lived on.People could no longer deny the existance of a god,because the gates of hell had opened, causing a catastrophe that not even a million gods could undo. "creatures of the night" were eventually discovered, causing even more panic.Eventually black flowers appeard everywhere creating more oxygen,but a strange new disease had swept over the remaining city's and towns on earth, caused by the strange new air, it was named Oxinide-X, a quarter of the remaining population was killed by it,leaving only 90 million humans left on earth.
More information on the X-disease would be,that onc
Dead high Event - IndependencyMarceline was standing in a corner of the gymnasium observing the other students while clutching her naginata closely to her body, she didn't know many of these girls, and the ones she did know she wasn't very close to, but they were fun to watch. Suddenly the girls all started getting into a panic, and she noticed from her corner that the barricade was ajar, and that students were desperately trying to patch it up, and looking around she feared the worse, and the screaming of the students just confirmed it.Dead high Event - Independency in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking quickly marceline headed for the stairs, there was likely to be a fire exit on one of the upper floors and using that she could escape, however when "they" started invading her brain started going off in all directions, and the noise was making her feel faint. She changed her direction, too many thoughts were running through her head, and most of them were telling her to kill "them".
She had no combat experience, so she swung her naginata sloppily, but it still manage to s
Waiting ForeverWaiting foreverWaiting Forever in Short Stories More Like This
Once a long time ago a girl lived with her family, the girl was about six and she had no siblings.
One day, her father, who owned a small business died after being run over by a carriage.
The next day, the small business went bankrupt, and the girl and her mother went into debt.
The girl's mother worked a lot of jobs in order to keep out of the water, but every night's dinner was small.
One night, when the girl and her mother had naught but water for supper, a gentleman came to the door.
The gentleman was very polite, and spoke only kind words, the girl liked him, but her mother said that he was there to take the house away.
Now the girl and her mother had nowhere to live, and the girl's mother decided on a plan.
The girl asked her mother about her elightened look, and the mother asked the girl to wait there while she went to town, which was only a few minutes away.
The girl agreed to wait for her mother and the mother left as the girl watched her dissapear over
You never missed me..."why did i ever think you cared?"You never missed me... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"why did i think you loved me?"
"when i was gone you didnt say a word"
"when i came back you acted as if i was never gone"
"you say you care"
"what kind of "friends" are we?"
"you never once looked at me as a person....."
"why did i come back?"
"everyone already moved on"
"why did you forget?"
"you never saw me even when i was there"
"i just went along with it.."
"blindly playing along"
"because truthfully, im afraid to be rejected"
"you probably know it too"
"you probably just pity me"
"your one of my closest friends"
"but who am i kidding?"
"you dont like me"
"You've never liked me"
"You dont miss me either"
I dont feel sorryblack and white socks, mismatched on each foot, makes me feel ashamed.I dont feel sorry in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Orange kiss, i've made up my mind, now all i feel is disdain.
Why havent my eyes met yours? even though we talk each day.
i cant beleive in you, even though i always say its okay!!
Dont you question my taste, because i already know its bad.
Red and blue, the color of my scars, the ones that you left!! the ones that you left!!
Dont test me, im already falling, falling apart tonight!
and dont you......dont you mistake me, i hate you,i hate you my dear.
I hate you my dear.
Wishing they'd all go away, but i hate being alone.
whats this contradiction i feel?
I dont know what went wrong.
Maybe my life is a mistake, maybe i should change.
but i dont think i should feel sorry.
i shouldn't feel sorry.
Dont you question my taste, because i already know its bad.
Red and blue, the color of my scars, the ones that you left!! the ones that you left!!
Dont test me, im already falling, falling apart tonight!
and dont you......dont
TomorrowWe watched the sun rise into the next day and i tried to hold you close but you just fade away, you faded away. I reach out to grab your hand but it passes right through i cant reach you and i am scared, im really kinda scared.Tomorrow in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Then i remembered that your gone, and the days they still go past and it hurts too much to move but i cant go back, i will try to embrace it, the feeling of letting go, but i am scared of tommorow.
If i close my eyes i can still see you here, but it hurts even more because even i know that your not really there. But please dont feel sad for me, i dont want you to feel bad, so forget about me until i join you up there.
Then i remembered that your gone, and the days they still go past and it hurts too much to move but i cant go back, i will try to embrace it, the feeling of letting go, but i am scared of tommorow.
But tommorow i will be strong, and tommorow i'll carry on, tommorow i'll face my fears, tommorow i'll move on. but just for tonight i'
Your goneI hate youYour gone in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is what i said
I love you
Is what i meant
I dont want to see you again
Even though i say that
I want to hold you and never let you go.
Why did you leave me?
I know i was a pain.
Was it really that hard?
I guess im really not sane.
I love you so much.
Please dont think otherwise.
Please dont leave.
If i said that you'd stay wouldn't you?
Goodbye, i'll be fine.
If i said that, you would of left without regrets.
But i didnt say it.
Now i can never say it.
and you always will be
RomanoxReaderRomanoXReaderRomanoxReader in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry to have to ask you to do zis." Ludwig, your German friend looked pained. Twenty minutes earlier he had called and asked for some help.
"Its no trouble, really."
Nodding he sighed, "I have to take Feliciano to a meeting and I don't vant to leave Lovino all alone. He might burn down ze house or somezing."
You nodded, highly doubting that the Italian man would actually be that stupid. "He's still asleep. Please vake him up or he'll be up all night partying." Ludwig called over his shoulder as he exited the house.
Still asleep? You looked at your watch. It was 2:45 in the afternoon.
You ran up stairs and peeked into his room.
Lovino was on his stomach, spread eagle, snoring. Looking closer you noticed he was also drooling.
"Lovino?" You leaned over him, "Hey Lovi?"
He flipped onto his back, grumbling.
You didn't get how someone could sleep as much as the Vargas brothers did. Ludwig had onc
NekotaliaxReader IntroNekotaliaxReaderNekotaliaxReader Intro in General Fiction More Like This
Ever had one of those days when you think it can't worse and then it does? That was the kind of day you were having.
First you woke up late for work. The ONLY time you were late to work. And what does your boss do? He fired you. To make matters worse your A-hole boyfriend was a total jack-ass about it when you had called him up crying. AND the parking meter had run out and now you had a 50 dollar fine. And to top it all of your gold fish had died.
You tapped the steering wheel of your car in annoyance. It was taking forever for the stupid light to change. You leaned your head back and sighed.
A sign across the street caught your attention. You squinted, not quite able to believe what it said. "Hetalia Cat Emporium." You stared, what a weird name for a shop.
A honk from behind startled you. Giving the guy the finger, you made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot.
A cat just might be the t
Neko-EnglandxReaderNeko EnglandxReaderNeko-EnglandxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You stared at the cats around you.
A big cat with an oddly large nose sat down near your feet. His purple eyes stared up at you.
You slowly edged away from the big cat. Elizabeta smiled, "That's Ivan. He's a bit strange." You nodded, feeling the urge to avoid eye contact with the fluffy cat.
"Um are there any cats that have trouble getting adopted?" You looked around at all the cats.
Elizabeta shrugged, "Pretty much all of them. They were either strays or donated."
You grimaced, poor kitties.
The huge cat leaned against your leg again.
"Uh..." You looked around. None of the cats really interested you.
"We do have another cat in the vet ward." You looked at Elizabeta in surprise,
"Can I see him?"
"Sure." She lead you past the cats and into a separate room.
A small Scottish fold lay in a box, his front paw was bandaged in a little cast.
"He was thrown from a car. I n
Neko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you
Neko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Ugh. Big decisions had always been hard for you. Now faced with "which cat" You were starting to get stressed.
It didn't help that you wanted to take all of them home with you.
'Only one.' You thought 'I only have enough room in my small house for one cat'
On a whim, you sat down. The first cat to approach you, would be the one you took home.
Every cat made a giant circle around you. Felling like you might cry, you crossed your arms.
"They're usually not like this." Elizabaeta stared at the cats in confusion.
A huge Russian forest cat, sat down three feet away, his creepy purple eyes seeming to drill into your very soul.
Defiantly not the cat you were taking home......Even though he was the closest one to you.
Something nudged your hand. A large white cat sat next to you. Stretching out a paw, he batted at leather bracelet on your wrist. The Thor's hammer charm swung wildly.
"You like Norse things Kitty
Neko-JapanxReaderNeko JapanxReaderNeko-JapanxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You looked around at the groups of cats. So many to chose from....
This was going to be a hard choice too. All of them were so cute!
You watched as a little beige cat with a brown riffle of fur around its neck raced around the room, jumping over a rather annoyed looking Scottish fold.
Something brushed your leg making you jump in surprise. A fluffy long-haired cat looked up at you, it's long white hair brushing the floor.
"Hi kitty." It meowed, blinking up at you. Crouching down you patted it on the head, while looking around.
So many frickin' cats!!
A little shape in the corner of the room caught your attention.
It was a small black and white cat. He just sat there looking at the ground while the other cats romped around him. It had to be one of the cutest sights you had ever seen.
"Um." You stood up, "Is that one up for adoption?"
Elizabeta pursed her lips, "Are you sure about that one? He's not very social."
Old Friend: PrologueOld FriendOld Friend: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: The Day The Rains Came For Me
I had a feeling that it was going to rain soon. Oh how I wish to get caught up in it. I don't have an umbrella, and my coat doesn't have a hood. The desire to become drenched lingered, because I haven't gotten drenched in such a long time. I love the sound it makes when it hits every surface. The clings and clangs were a joy of mine. I secretly love it when my hair gets wet- or ruined. Especially when my bangs droop down into my eyes. I indulge in the sensation of when the water streams down my cheek.
It was cloudy and the hue was gray. I couldn't stand the humidity that plagued the city. The streets were as bleak as they could be. People walked by me like it was the saddest day of their lives. I couldn't blame them though, because if it was the saddest day- it would have to be today.
The sound of a piano could be heard streaming through my headphones. I always listened to music at maximum volume on my iPod. It
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Rain Of ThunderRain Of Thunder in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Thunder
I took the gift of light for granted-
Assuming I would always see
But when my world darkened-
My fears took the best of me
And I would give anything
Just to see a spark or a glow
But my faith was also fading
Withering away like my hope
The only sight I had
Was beyond the walls in my mind
But they were just figments from the past
A false savior that I could only hide behind
The shadows were becoming my mask
It was shielding me from living my life
The skies rumbled ominously / Like cries echoing sorrowfully
I felt rain falling endlessly / Like infinite liquid apologies
Reality shed the blackness / The roars fiercely pierced
My eyes ignited the darkness / The heavens suddenly burst
What once was lost
Can also be found
For effects without a cause
Nothing would ever be returned
Our paths will once again cross
For destiny is bound
The lowest of the low-
I have seen
A Wish For FreedomA Wish For Freedom in Free Verse More Like This
A Wish For Freedom
I, a child birthed in chains
Raised in a cage
But on this day- they will break
I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “
Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me
I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival
Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone
Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars
I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral
Care not, for those w
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
Like a stunning sunrise
Shunning out an ominous evening night
Piercing through that unending blanket of darkness
To see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made it
The sun rays hit and land
And starts to melt the doubt from my hands
The will to endure
The wisdom to acquire
There are no word
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
The Tell Tale HeartI feel the rhythm of his heart,The Tell Tale Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath the boards the beating starts;
as reason from my mind departs,
I fall apart, I fall apart.
The men who knocked upon my door,
not knowing what's beneath my floor
will want to settle up the score -
I do implore, I do implore
This guilt breaks conscience with my lie -
my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.
I never meant for him to die.
It was his eye, it was his eye!
Snow QueenSnow Queen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke 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
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?