For him...Tell me this is true.For him... in Free Verse More Like This
I may not believe you now,
but that's not the important thing.
For the sake of what I have not known,
show me what your truth means.
Make it tangible.
Depth, height, length, weight
color sound scent.
Let me breathe in the essence of your truth
until I can never forget its taste.
don't ask me to
accept your truth on faith.
My faith is not blind;
too broken to allow for empty words.
I'm not beyond repair.
Just understand the value of patience,
invest your time and truth in me
and you will be rewarded -
my full, waking heart...
Nature TimeSuch broad serrated strips stretched from slender, woody stalks;Nature Time in Free Verse More Like This
smooth-edged ones too, caressing gentle orange cones.
I see a few, slender and long, their brothers shaped like little hands.
These cascade from a giant, speckled limb.
They make the lovers, sun and shade, entwine and dance with joy
as the gentle breeze ruffles their tips and beats that whishing sound.
Such wonders they encompass, homes to myriads of things -
from insects to microbes to tiny cells, who turn the sunlight green;
and never is one like another, though all are called one name in general.
From spring's first bursting rebirth to fall's explosive end
they perfume the air with their scent of life and liveliness,
making each day brighter with their comforting serenity.
Appeal to TraditionI refuse to bless you when you sneezeAppeal to Tradition in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the practice is outdated, an old myth.
I have more faith in words heard on the breeze
than in the holy books you pelt me with.
It's not that I disparage your beliefs,
no, individuals must choose their own.
I'd rather like to turn a newer leaf
expose the bias of religious drones.
I will not argue; try to change your mind
that's not my purpose, I would never show
such disrespect. If you respond in kind,
we can agree to disagree and grow.
The mountain's stance does not refer to me;
in my small ways, I stand for what I see.
Blood-forsaken Son: History 1HistoryBlood-forsaken Son: History 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Many, many years ago, a battle was fought that began the endless sorrow of the people of the Southlands. From this battle was born two factions: the knowledge-seeking Sinaeya and the war-making Kaern. It all began when the Holy King Teragon lost his life to the everlasting war with the Galrosh, huge orc-like creatures that despised anyone living under the sun. He had been a great leader, and had led the Southlands through centuries of peace and prosperity. His death was a tragedy, and it inevitably caused a division among his council.
For thousands of years, the throne of Southlands had remained in the steadfast hands of the noble Sons of Tera. Their lineage descended from Tera the Mighty herself, and they had ruled as well and wisely as the great woman of ancient times. Howev
Evening's Reflections1.Evening's Reflections in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stars in the evening
whisper songs into the deep
darkness of our past
when we heard laughter
it was trickles of golden
summers, wet with dew
and when I slumbered
dreams began with meadowlarks
songs begin and end
never truly finishing
their restless wanders
I dream in colors
never known to me before
darkness of the storm
as the wolf cries out
born with his awakening
I am each new day
Anthem of the CrewYo ho, me matey's o' the ship so free, yo ho me matey's yo ho! 'Anthem of the Crew in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tis a wonnerful life, a pirate's life, if e'er the wind did blow!
So hoist the Jolly Roger mates, and drink a pint for show!
Strike fear into the hearts of all, yo ho me matey's, yo ho!
Two tears for loveTwo tears for loveTwo tears for love in Free Verse More Like This
for the embers of tenderness tempered from the burning flames of passion and desire
for the need embedded deep within my soul
where my heart lies tethered to your love
A simple gesture bringing it to heel
You fan the embers into flames and cool the flames to coals again
all with the smallest movements
you amaze me
You make me stronger in my weakness
and you give me what I crave
both tenderness and torrential loving
the way it was always meant to be
shed to span the distance of a thousand thousand lifetimes
The time I live without you close to me
A tear for tenderness, and a tear for desire
for you my love
because in all things
I need you so
I lose two tears for love
I Believe in Roots"You've got to believe in somethin," she said,I Believe in Roots in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as if there isn't any other way
to live a happy, proper life today.
I really wanted to go back to bed;
I got to listen to her rant instead.
"I don't always agree with what they say,"
and "those kind don't believe in the right way!"
I'm hoping she forgets I'm filled with dread.
A reed may bend to winds both strong and harsh
surrounded by a frozen, darkened pond,
and seem as beaten by the windy will
as does a debtor faced with a new bill.
Reeds are connected underneath the marsh
by roots that form an unbreakable bond.
She Disaster Makessacred hearts holding swayShe Disaster Makes in Free Verse More Like This
humankind desperately hoping for salvation
narrating unholy instances of so-called glory
honor won by the bloody hands of manmade gods
souls disappearing in the wake of her greed
Fate decrying all the unknown battles
waging on as horror burns the skies
sun-warmed darkness leaking through callused fingertips
as quickly as the seasons fall
she was lost before it all began
she was nothing before the concept was concealed
she is the eternal suffering
born to raise that inner hell that plagues us all
paralysis of the mind and spirit
the death of all things
life's purging light
Full CircleBroken Sunday afternoons mourn.Full Circle in Free Verse More Like This
Springtime mends and dusts us off.
The moon finds us all in tattered remains
and weeps openly for the loss.
Sunsets marvel at the love below,
charmed as they walked to the end of days.
They measured their lives with sticks and stones.
Too easy, they break like a habit.
Rain falls to pieces, trembling like unsteady hands.
She kisses all her children below and the seeds
grow up to thank her.
Sandman calls them all to bed;
heavy lids close as they lay to rest.
The nighttime shakes hands with
the morning sun, another day
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
The Business of RationaleDo you Remember?The Business of Rationale in Free Verse More Like This
I would always ask. Every time.
Everyday at the same hour.
Do you remember?
And you never did.
But you should.
Together we had cut into the winter skies.
Breathed in spring petals
Touched the summer sum
That never burned.
Floated with the autumn leaves.
Passed in and out of life.
In and out of each other.
Bits and pieces of myself fall out of my pockets
as easily as you pretend.
Together we had stroked the hands of time.
All your words were as real as
the way your hand fit mine.
The creases matched and I would smile.
Smile, because I thought we had stumbled
onto something great. Far above the reality we
confined ourselves to. I had always been the dreamer
And believed in the beautiful.
Believed in you.
I blink weary lids
Forcing out meaningless droplets of sentiment.
I hear the once peaceful night wind
split wide open. And rip apart all that is familiar.
And comforting. And good.
All I hear is the sound of falling.
Sensing that deafening impact
of soft flesh on hard ro
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October in Free Verse More Like This
And hid behind a deeper dark
That fills the chambers of my chest
And slows my bloody racing heart.
Then foolishness, I dared to dream
Though not of clockwork silver screen
Nor movie stars or speeding cars
I dreamt I was below the stars,
And there you were and there was I
With grass below and light above
Our lamp the spreading summer sky.
So need I even speak of love?
Or shall I only sally on
With baubels here and trinkets there
The way your eyes closed in the night
The shapes my hands wove in your hair?
I woke to pearly winter light
And found no shred of comfort there.
The WaitingRoom is large butThe Waiting in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paint is peeling,
from panelled walls
and alcoved ceilings.
An old woman is buried
in a damp chair.
A warm smell of piss,
She does not turn but
"Americo, do you remember
your blossoming power?
The whole world despised it
but I loved you dearly.
My wanton child-
Red in matricide,
white in supremacy
and blue here now,
in your rosewood seat"
Americo laughs briskly
at Britannia's slight.
But they are both disturbed
and chilled by the sight,
of Romulus' freshly starched sheets,
and all his leafy golden crowns,
in a tied black bag
beside the door.
Car Crossed LoverIn lanes full choked with sun and leavesCar Crossed Lover in Free Verse More Like This
Avians sing as a badger grieves
For his car crossed lover
Laid low last night.
Still, no bright light
For a beast of the field
No flashing life
Or right hand of God
Just the main beams of honda
Then a pitiful sinking
Into the sod.
Diamonds Are DullThose colourless prisms with empty placesDiamonds Are Dull in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like molten crystal tears are slowing
In freezing facets and downcast faces.
I found no fierceness trapped in glass
So I chose my seconds up in flame
That rolled with the taste of ruby red;
Of crimson passion and pouring rain
Dousing mists over my head
And dragging me down to a fiery dream.
Hellsing: Laundry 5Alucard yawned as he walked down the stairs leading to the basement. It'd been an extremely long night; the usual shoot-everything-until-it-dies mission. And while it was extremely fun killing things, it got very boring very quickly. All the vampire looked forward to now was sipping on his blood pack and going to sleep.Hellsing: Laundry 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Little did he know that sleep would not come easily for him, oh no! Little did he know that deep within the bowels of the basement lurked an enemy more terrifying than any he had ever known! Little did he know of the horrors that awaited him! Little did he know the horror of cable television!
Our victim- I mean, Alucard, walked to his room, not even bothering to open the door, sighing with relief when he saw his blood chilling in a bucket. He strolled over to it, eagerly taking a sip, when he noticed something strange. His coffin was glowing a weird blue color. It glowing red was normal, but blue? Something was up with that.
Narrowing his crimson eyes, he walked up to i
Hellsing: Laundry 2It is said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.Hellsing: Laundry 2 in General Fiction More Like This
And for Seras Victoria, this was all too true.
Why do these things happen to me? She asked herself, sighing miserably and laying her head on the kitchen counter. It hadn't even been a week since the washing machine incident, and Alucard was already up to his tricks again.
Apparently, getting hit repeatedly on the head with a silver ashtray by a furious Integra wasn't enough to teach him a lesson.
Apparently, being forced to go with Walter as he went washing machine shopping wasn't enough punishment.
Apparently, Alucard was either extremely curious or extremely stupid.
Seras narrowed her eyes slightly at the elder vampire in front of her, who was hunched over the microwave. He was looking at it very hard and would occasionally scratch his neck.
How do I get myself into these messes? She asked herself, now banging her head once against the counter. Alucard glared at her over his shoulder. She chose to ignore him.
Hellsing: Laundry 3Alucard sighed. He tapped his fingers on the desk, propping up his elbow and putting his chin on his hand. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at the computer monitor.Hellsing: Laundry 3 in General Fiction More Like This
This was taking forever.
The vampire sighed again. "How does Walter endure this?" He muttered aloud. He had been sitting there for five minutes, waiting for the computer to turn on. And it was five minutes too long. The computer was taking forever. And all Alucard wanted to do was a search on guns.
Ever since the microwave and washing machine incident, Alucard wasn't allowed to leave the mansion grounds, much less the basement, except when Integra needed him. Seras had felt a little bad about this, so she managed to convince Walter to install a computer down there to keep him entertained. Both failed to tell him that it would take so long for it to actually boot up.
Another sigh. What was he supposed to do with a computer anyway? He didn't want to play those card games Seras had shown him on the normal comput
Hellsing: Laundry 1"Master?" Seras said in a tiny voice, looking at the looming figure in front of her. "Do you think this is such a good idea?"Hellsing: Laundry 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"And why wouldn't it be?" Alucard replied, taking off his trench coat and hat, throwing them into a nearby chair. His fledgling blinked and blushed, turning her back to him.
"What?" He asked, smirking. He was starting to take off his shirt, Seras very opposed to this idea. "Isn't this how you do it?"
"You have to leave some clothes on!" She snapped, trying to control her blush. She knew this wasn't a good idea, but Alucard had insisted that they had to do it.
Therefore, Seras had no choice.
They were going to do their laundry.
She didn't know. She was just sitting in her room when Alucard came in and said that he wanted to use "that weird machine that makes all the thumping noises." After five minutes, she finally figured out that he was talking about the washing machine. His excuse was that he was tired of Integra telling him he smelled like gunp
LullabyHush, my baby,Lullaby in Free Verse More Like This
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Lesser EvilsPart 1: Party at Phi Kappa SigmaLesser Evils in Horror More Like This
Buffy glanced at her watch irritably. Just because she knew where Riley actually was nowadays didn't make waiting for him any more fun. "Just a quick sweep tonight, he said," she muttered, barely able to hear herself over the pounding music and the collective roar of party-chatter. "Go ahead, I'll meet you there, he said. Just a couple hours, I'll be there by nine-thirty." She glanced at her watch again, the third time in two minutes. "An hour later, and still no sign. Does he think I can stay here all night? I have class tomorrow." This was true. The weekend began on Wednesday afternoon at UC Sunnydale, and it was Thursday night. The Party was in full swing.
Annoyance was a convenient place to put worry. She understood that about her mom now. If all had gone well and the patrol had encountered nothing, then he would have been here by nine-thirty. If they had run into some "hos
Crucial Information“You’re sure I never told you?”Crucial Information in Humor More Like This
“You never did.”
“I’m sorry, Buffy, but the Watchers are rather embarrassed by the whole episode. Professor Tolkien was never called upon as an active Watcher because of his combat trauma from World War I, but he was still expected to live by the oath of secrecy that we all take. To turn around and write a book that included real creatures—“
“Could we save the history lesson for later?”
“I don’t see why you’re so upset with me. The topic never came up, that’s all.”
“Just tell me how to kill the balrog, Giles.”
Family TreeThe Scooby Gang and Angel Investigations sat silently around the lobby, awaiting the arrival of the mail. Even the prodigals were present: they had reached Riley in Brazil, and Oz in Portugal. Faith was out on a "weekend furlough" that Willow and Oz had needed to work together to arrange.Family Tree in Humor More Like This
Most were scowling. Xander and Riley in particular cast regular death glares at Angel, who sat in a chair as far away from the crowd as he could, looking extremely embarrassed. Only Buffy stopped by occasionally to offer a reassuring pat on the shoulder. The others who would normally do so were either among the glaring-as Cordelia was-or too nervous to do anything, like Willow.
"There has to be a mistake," Riley grumbled again.
"Please, God," Xander agreed.
"I'm afraid there isn't," Giles repeated. "It's perhaps the clearest prophecy I've ever seen: 'And the vampire with a soul shall be the father of the defenders of the Final Days. All but the Soul-Singer, the Hater of Men, The Three-lived one who Gu
Devil's Truth Part 1PROLOGUEDevil's Truth Part 1 in Drama More Like This
It began with a light.
A single, tiny, point of light. No more than a pinprick, really.
But it was still a light. A taint on the pure, perfect darkness. Change in what was eternal. Light speared into the void beneath reality, and somewhere, deep in the infinite depths, something that envied and hated the light saw, and roused.
Something unspeakable began to climb toward the world.
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
Buffy returned to consciousness slowly, and with a fair amount of pain. This wasn’t an entirely uncommon experience for her. In her tenure as the Slayer, she’d been drugged, shocked, beaten, and body-switched. Enforced naps were something of a job hazard.
Her head hurt. A dull, grinding ache throbbed behind her eyes. Worse, her stomach felt like she’d just taken fourteen consecutive rides on the tilt-a-whirl. Drugged. She diagnosed. I was drugged. That’s a hangover. If she had been physically knocked out, the p
Punching BagHe'll never know how close he came.Punching Bag in General Fiction More Like This
My fist sinks into the punching bag. I've been going at it like this for hours, and my arms ache. My fists, toughened and calloused as they are by centuries of fighting, are raw. But the Beast is still howling for his blood, and I won't stop until it's so tired it shuts up.
I realize now how one-dimensional the Council's study of vampires is. All they're interested in knowing, really, is how to kill us. Oh, they take down stuff like names, kill counts, modus operandi, reputations, addresses, things like that. But that's all in the name of "knowing thy enemy." Assessing how much risk a particular one of us poses. That has to be it, because if Wesley knew a single.
About our psychology or social structure, he never would have dared to do something as mind.
As to take over my office, and smugly close the doors in my face while sending me for coffee.
Let me tell you something that
Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 3Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 3Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 3 in Romance More Like This
You awoke to the sound on your parents opening and closing the front door, you were still in your bed and Jeff was wearing a sleeping mask covering his eyes. You looked over at the door, it was wide open and your parents were coming up the stairs. You fumbled out of bed and fake fell onto the door making a loud slamming sound. Jeff shot up from the bed about to yell something before you hushed him.
"(Name)!?" your parents called from the hallway.
"Sorry Mom, you too Dad. I fell against the door running out of my room to see you" you said nervously, you hoped this little white lie of yours would work, it did partially.
"Alright dear just get ready" your mom chimed going back down stairs but your Father was not so easiley fooled.
"(Name) is there a boy in there? Because if there is I'll neuter that punk!" your Father said in a very serious and angered tone. Jeff gave you a look of horror, you wanted to laugh.
"No Dad I'm not 'that' kind of girl" you chuckl
Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 2Jeff the Killer X Reader Part 2Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 2 in Romance More Like This
You were wrong, so very very wrong. You awoke to a loud banging on the door, you heard your Father get up to investigate the knock. You squinted your eyes and let them adjust to the brightness of your room, it was about 11:30 in the morning. As you stretched their conversation continued on downstairs.
"What do you mean the Killer has an interest in my daughter" you father yelled getting angered but only for your saftey.
"Sir when we investigated the crime scene a heart was on the window that your daughter could have easiley seen." One said, he was tall and skinny and his partner was short and fat.
"We believe the killer harbors, how do I put this romantic intentions for your daughter." he had to choke out the word romantic since it was rather improper to say to a parent about their child. You peeked down the stairs, your father's face was red with anger. You stayed hidden to hear their conversation fully, 'I will not be left in the dark' you thought rebe
Jeff The Killer X Reader part 1Jeff the Killer X Reader Part 1Jeff The Killer X Reader part 1 in Romance More Like This
You casually walked home from school and back to your home, today was different since your father had given you mace. Why? A killer was on the loose, stabbing people in the heart, cutting smiles on their faces, and gutting them.
You weren't exactly so relaxed as you seemed inside you were a scared puppy. You maintained you light hearted steps to show you weren't scared or tensed, it would be to akward running home from school. Walking up the stairs of your porch the door shot open and your mother grabbed your shoulder and practically threw you inside.
"(Name) what were you thinking theres a killer out there! Get home faster until they find him!" she yelled as you regained your balance.
"Your mother is right (Name)" your father said from the kitchen, he walked out from the kitchen and gave you his best 'I'm your father do what I say' look.
"Alright fine, I'll get home sooner" you groaned hating the thought of running which is something you sucked at.
Jeff the Killer X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenJeff The Killer X Reader 7 minutes in HeavenJeff the Killer X Reader 7 Minutes in Heaven in Romance More Like This
A sharp edge cut a few layers of your skin you flinched and grabbed the sides of the metal object, pulling the item out it shined dully. It was a slightly heavy knife with a slightly damaged hilt, you looked over it for a few seconds before asking who it belonged too.
"Who's is this?" you asked, a man walked towards you. He had long black hair, singed eyelids, pure white face and a smile sliced in his cheeks. Jeff The Killer.
"Thats mine" he took the knife from you putting the seasoned weapon into his hoodie pocket, Splendor gave you a slightly worried look but soon returned to his bubbley mood.
"Right this way you two" he led you towards what could only be a broom closet due to lack of space and door size.
You felt the killer's eyes bearing down on you as you entered the compressed space, you were pressed against each other pretty much. Jeff smiled as the light began to fade until a single beam lit the broomcloset.
"Remember only 7 minutes
Tickle and a HalfTickle and a HalfTickle and a Half in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. It contains an account of minors being restrained and tickled. All names are fictional. This story contains no pornographic or erotic content. Any similarity between the characters and any person or existing character is coincidental and unintentional. Dorain©
Jonathan was so, screamingly bored! Idly, the nine-year-old wandered over to where his mom stood, chatting. The adults at this family reunion seemed to be having fun, but there were so few kids here his age. His older cousins were all out on the patio, talking to each other and laughing about teenage stuff. Young Jon tried to go hang out with them, but they just politely, but insistently suggested that he would get bored with them.
"Mom!" he asked, tapping her arm to get her attention. "When are we going?"
His mom looked down at him, her expression a bit cross at his interruption. "Not for a while yet,
The Tickle TurntableThe Tickle TurntableThe Tickle Turntable in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, or existing characters is coincidental and unintentional. This story is not intended to suggest that the author supports abuse of children in any way. Dorain © 2012.
The sounds of a vehicle skidding to a stop in the gravel parking lot of the town park alerted Donny to the fact that what he had been waiting for was finally there. The park had been a bustling center for families twenty years ago, but since the advent of high-speed internet, movies and video games on demand, it had fallen into disrepair and neglect. Families rarely visited here anymore, but it still had a grassy field where kids could still play, and the slide & merry-go-round still worked.
The Sanctity of LifeI heard that life is sacred, but I don’t know what that word means.The Sanctity of Life in Philosophical More Like This
A woman outside a clinic told me that a tiny mass of cells was a person, but I didn’t think it looked like one. I heard her say that the bundle of cells was just what a person looked like when it was very small. She said it had the same genetic makeup and all of the same DNA as a fully grown person and therefore had the same right to life. I watched her scratch her nose, dislodging a thousand skin cells containing her full set of DNA, which described her entire genetic makeup. The skin cells died.
The bundle of cells in a pregnant woman’s abdomen would grow into a fully developed human being, she said. That is, unless they didn’t, as was frequently the case. But, the bundle of cells had the potential to grow into a real person. The woman outside the clinic told me that life begins at conception.
If she had said before conception, I might have believed h