The Faux Plan - Part 4The Faux Plan - Part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
The room as always was dimly lit and the darkness seeped into every corner of the room. Ulquiorra made his way inside the spacious room and looked around for Aizen or any of his subordinates. His hands were still sweaty from holding Inoue and they slid off the edge of a chair as he grabbed at it, leaving a slightly damp area on the head of the seat. The table as always was immaculate and the seating was arranged symmetrically, bearing the tall backed chairs and the same bland atmosphere like all the other rooms.
'Hmmm So you brought the girl did ya?' Gin had appeared from one of the dark corners and his menacing smile and ragged grey hair almost felt like a challenge to win over for Ulquiorra. He walked forward in his long white clothing and stood directly in front of Ulquiorra, waiting for a response.
'Yes, I placed her in the same room as before and have successfully chained her.' He glared deep into Gin's face, trying to seem as convincible as possible.
'Any intruders? It was
The Faux Plan - Part 5The Faux Plan - Part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra entered the new hideout, where everyone huddled around each other, coordinating a plan. He took the seat closest to the door and let out a long sigh, missing the comforting grip of Inoue's loving hands and feeling the stress hitting him as he disobeyed Aizen. Hands in his pockets, he calmly walked over to the giant window, peering through the emptiness; searching for a victim in the plain grounds of Las Noches.
'That's not even cleverly thought out ya idiot!' Grimmjow made an unimpressed face at Yoruichi, who seemed to be making a vicious cat like expression; her eyes pinned on him and her nails ready like claws. Grimmjow took no notice of this and continued drawing on a piece of paper, which was somehow the master plan to their victory. Renji, who was inches behind him, would be harshly elbowed every other second as he tried to elaborate Grimmjow's action packed plan.
'Cats can be so vicious,' Urahara added, looking pleased with himself and winking at Ichigo, who appreciated
The Faux Plan - Part 6The Faux Plan - Part 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra's eyes saddened as Ichigo's words seeped into him. 'Lifeless'. 'After all this time'. 'Such innocence picking an enemy'. He imagined all the times he had treated Inoue like a prisoner, like she was supposed to be according to Aizen. How hard must it have been for her? As hard as it was for him? How could he be so weak to let Aizen control even the slightest emotion he had ever felt for another person? Clenching his hands into tight fists, he punched the wall behind Ichigo, which shattered like glass in front of his eyes.
'I have been alone all my life. No I don't have emotions that are obvious to see, nor am I affectionate to anyone, no matter who they are. I have always been like this since I can remember. Inoue is the only person that has been able to take me out of my shell, my shell of darkness. I not only love her for this, but for every single element. She has taught me what it is to love, to feel, to free myself. She is the only one who saw past my emotionless appearan
The Faux Plan - Part 1The Faux Plan - Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The road began to darken and the crack in the sky grew deeper with every one of her breaths. Her long ginger hair flew around her tight waist and her teal flower clips glimmered faintly by the reflection of the unfathomable tear in the sky above. Blood stained her worn cheeks and tears welled up in her devastated grey eyes. 'Not again Please.'
'Inoue, we will fix this!' Ichigo too didn't look at all hopeful. His face was grief-struck and his eyes saddened with every rip of the sky. He turned to Urahara for some solace for his torturing thoughts of their town once again becoming ruins and everything of desire being lost. All because of his weakness to Inoue's hurting heart.
'Kurosaki-kun. If I leave they won't harm anyone in this town. Let me make this decision.' As she tried to keep a calm and understanding expression, Ichigo couldn't fail to see her true emotion of pure desolation. 'That way you can keep your promise to me by not fighting. It's the only way I don't wa
The Faux Plan - Part 9The Faux Plan - Part 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Ichigo looked back at the door in excitement, almost as if he had wished for Ulquiorra to walk through. Inoue on the other hand stood in horror, as if she had foreseen Ichigo's dreadful fate as Ulquiorra began to walk into the heavy spirit powered room.
'She's always been mine. I'm taking back what you stole from me.' Ichigo said with confidence, still holding Inoue in his loving embrace.
Inoue struggled to set herself free, knowing of the consequences that would take place if Ichigo was to move even an inch forward. Ulquiorra spotted her expression and walked closer to Ichigo, his overpowering aura standing just before Ichigo's pale face. His face, unlike Ichigo's, was not that of understanding, hope or even confidence, but that of misunderstanding and rage; seeping through his veins and making prominent bulges of skin on the surface of his arms. As Ichigo prepared to make Ulquiorra even more jealous, with Inoue firmly in his grasp, he edged forward to peck her once again, however thi
The Faux Plan - Part 10The Faux Plan - Part 10 in Short Stories More Like This
A yellow hue of light flowed out of Inoue's turquoise clips, revealing two small brightly coloured spirits. Ayame bowed her head to Inoue in respect, her pale pink and oversized attire swaying around her arms and an enormous scarlet coloured headpiece hung over her dark hair, holding her firmly in midair. She held her hands tightly with Shun'ō, another fairy who had royal vermillion and gold garments and pale mint coloured wings. Together, they flew to Ichigo, enveloping him in a sand coloured shield of power. The normal joy the fairies had in their faces had disappeared as they watched Ichigo's lifeless body. They both looked to Inoue and she nodded, placing her slender hands on the surface of the shield and gently uttering soft words of incantation.
Controlling all her over flowing emotion, she concentrated hard on healing the boy in front of her, the boy she had loved all her life, the boy that was defeated by the only other person she had ever
The Faux Plan - Part 8The Faux Plan - Part 8 in Short Stories More Like This
The night gradually grew darker, but the echoing of footsteps around Las Noches grew intense with each second. The Espada were on the move and this was obvious to tell. Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, Urahara and Ichigo stood waiting. For death? For victory? For hope? A shadow began to immerge from the distance, edging closer and closer to them, slowly walking forward as to create more intensity. A foot stepped out of the darkness, light blonde hair and two crooked teeth visible as he stepped forward; his lilac eyes glimmering with a child's innocence and his child like body co-ordinating with this feature. His freckles were clear under his unfocused eyes and his dumbfounded expression made it harder to believe he was an Arrancar.
'Weh,' he muttered as he walked towards the group, looking as disinterested in them as possible.
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra shot him a shocked expression, both exchanging looks of anguish as the small boy gazed at his surroundings, almost bewildered by every bland shade of
Lam(i)entoNo se termina la hilera de infelicidadLam(i)ento in Free Verse More Like This
desfilando cual marcha militar
en un sinfín de rostros muertos
una procesión de almas sin alma
un desecho de la vida singular
los pasos quiebros,
la vista tuerta.
Son los lamentos de una fila de deslealtad,
de los hielos que cubren tal desierto,
desierto llamado realidad
donde ni lluvia ni lamento hacen acto de presencia,
donde todo es yermo, incluso la ausencia.
Cruel tercioSe sabe cruel la aparatosa desidia,Cruel tercio in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
un velo dominado por la envidia,
las horas suceden en algarabía
y en tiempo lentamente se moría.
Se ven huecas las velas de tu rostro
como si se tratara del calostro
la primera vez de un eterno grito
que se tuerce en agreste requisito.
Son los tercios de unas exequias amadas
los que viven y ejecutan lastradas
los ecos de la suerte sin contemplación
que retuerce el sabor de la sinrazón.
When I Needed You..When I Needed You.. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
We were friends so long...
I loved you,
I watched you love others....
I made you smile when your heart was broken...
I came when ever you called...
I was always there when you needed me.....
But the one time I called for you....
The one time I needed you.....
The one time I cried out in tears, in pain, in blood....
You never came....
After all I did for you,
After all the times I stood up for you...
After all the times I lied for you....
People Around YouThey say their your friends,People Around You in Free Verse More Like This
they lie through their teeth,
they tell you your stupid,
they don't care what you think..
They knock you down,
they beat you up inside,
they take your heart and throw it away,
they will never love you....
But don't listen to them,
because one day
they'll be gone and
you will be free....
YearningYearning in Emotional More Like This
How Can I tell my heart that I'm done caring for you, when it continues to beat evermore?
I tell myself that it cannot be, after all that I have come to see. My head says I'm done, but my heart says to continue my stride towards your embrace. I miss your tender, sweet embrace, even though it wasn't worth the pain. When I think about you, my heart still flutters and my stomach gets uneasy. Everytime I think of you, I try to shut it out, and put in the back my mind, but it continues to struggle like a sailor struggling against the powerful waves of the sea seeking to crush all in their path. I hate feeling so vulnerable to even the thought of you. What can be done?
Eternal AnguishEternal Anguish in Free Verse More Like This
I despise what you do to me, and how you rip my heart apart piece by piece.
Sitting there, you watch me bleed eternally ,and yet I keep coming back for more. I feel the pain at my very core.
Is it the nostalgia, loneliness or your embrace I crave? Like poison, you slowly kill me from the inside out little by little. Is this what a familar taste of poison is? I've cried countless tears in your name and sake for what seems like an eternity. Wallowing in Agony and self-pity I continue to call out for you. Why is it that I keep coming back for more?
Someone please help me to let it all go, and pick of the shattered pieces of my soul you left in your wake. Will I ever be saved?
Going home to a home.Being alone is not like dyingGoing home to a home. in Free Verse More Like This
or like suffocating; it's not a black pit, it's not
any metaphor or simile - not dark Decembers, not falling leaves.
It's just you not there on the couch
when I get home from the graveyard shift.
It's just me knowing that you haven't fallen asleep sitting up
waiting for me to get home and kill the TV, drag you to bed.
It's just all the stupid stuff that
doesn't sound good in a poem, that doesn't
lend itself to intricate metaphors or literary tricks.
It's just me sitting here at the kitchen table
filling out passport papers because I can't stand
one more damned winter in this cold, cold city;
no, not if it's going to be without you.
I guess maybe in the end this loneliness is just me
on this towel on this beach in this new city
soaking up sunshine that I thought would heal me
and wanting to go home to a home that's
not there anymore.
A woman is missing.A woman is missing.A woman is missing. in Free Verse More Like This
My sweater is knit too loose and the wind blows through.
The leaves are done changing and are waiting to fall.
I think of them collaged against my morning-damp windshield;
they will mostly be red. My wipers will push them off;
I will forget about them. But inbetween these thoughts
my brain hums. A woman is missing and I cannot forget.
Two weeks ago the leaves were mostly green and yellow.
Two weeks ago a woman went missing.
I didn't know her but she went missing and today
I am standing at a wall covered with candles and
I am rolling her name over my tongue and I am thinking.
I am thinking and praying, but I am not hoping.
A woman went missing; a woman is missing.
I keep going to work, getting up each day.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pack my lunch, drive my car.
And mostly I do not think about her. But sometimes I do.
Sometimes the hairs on my neck stand up and the two blocks
between the library and the coffee shop are impossibly long.
Sin terminarSin terminar in Emotional More Like This
Hombre de papel
Que ha perdido la cordura y el control de sus emociones
Desde que te vi, tengo palabras por pronunciar "te quiero "
Tengo una promesa para después de la estación cuando caiga el sol, y mi espera se mezcle con el color de tu ausencia
Ya lo ves no puedo entender la necesidad de tenerte a mi lado
Siento mi vida entre sueños y una realidad que a veces ignoro por tan solo vivir unos días más a tu lado
Frente a ti, sólo se sonreír y ser autor de tus sueños, yo he soñado con algo así pero como todo sueño a veces hay que despertar
Amor mío no tengo fecha de caducidad para este te quiero solo tengo la paciencia para un día libre en el que tenga refugio ese te quiero entre los dos
Como seguir ignorando lo que siento cuando solo eres mi amiga
Heaven's Calling ch10Heaven's Calling ch10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Babe, you ready?" I asked quietly.
"Yes!" She said excitedly. She'd been waiting to meet my parents for a couple months now. Sinse June 17th, the day we started dating.
"Ok," I took her hand and led her the steps to my parents house. I took a deep breath and opened the door. My mom and dad were sitting on the couch drinking coffee. It was obvious that they had been sitting there for awhile just waiting for us to walk threw the door.
"Andy!" My mom jumped up and embraced me tightly.
"Hi mom,"I said blushing. "This is Alycen, my girlfriend."
"Oh Andy,she's georgous!" My mom walked over to Alycen and gave her a hug, my dad got up and huged me. My mom whispered something in Alycens ear and she giggled. "Welcome to the family dear."
"Thanks Amy," She was blushing.
"You guys are staying for dinneer still right?" My mom asked.
"Yes ma'am!" Alycen shreicked before I could open my mouth.
"Ok good, dinners going to be ready in about a half an hour," My mom said walking around the cor
How We Will DieSome have saidHow We Will Die in Free Verse More Like This
that we will leave
stuffed and vacant
in the flesh of Nature
to float to the edge of the universe
into the loving,
almighty arms of God and eternity
that the spirit will
be reborn into another form
whether it be plant,
animal or insect until we fulfill
some destiny and reach
Despite my conscious beliefs
I sometimes 'feel' the forgotten
gliding through our lives,
appearing in my peripheral vision,
dashing across the eyes of children,
They see with open minds
and vast imaginations
Will we linger here,
clinging to the energy of life
to whoever wants to hear,
tricking the non-believers?
Or will we close are eyes,
fade into a black nothingness,
mind and sould lost
in the wake of age, violence
lack of will, life ending
with no punishment or reward?
Maybe we're allowed a choice.