JudgementJudgement:Judgement in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:Just for Laughs in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew
Gimme yo' money b*tch!
Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word
You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!
Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete
Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!
Here's a tongue twister, slickety slock,
do you stuff your pants with a dirty gym sock?
I question the bulge that you do display
perhaps you are tiny because you act this way
And so Blue was shanked by the thug that he met
quite quickly snuffed without breaking a sweat
So let this be a lesson about the way of the rhyme
being clever with words won't preve
Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:Sudden Cruelty in Free Verse More Like This
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live f
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:Barely Breathing in Free Verse More Like This
Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?
As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...
Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...
The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But rest assured that you will keep on living
For I will never let you go...
I remember those days when you used to mock me
Your taunts were directed at my manner of speech
A lisp that would draw your cruel laughter
Has been silenced by taking the tongue...
Now these tubes that feed into your rigid back
Will keep you alive, if only
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude... in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot) in Drama More Like This
Millicent flinched in her seat when Parson Cullen slammed his Bible on the pulpit. "In the First Book of the Saint John, we find that 'If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness!' This is the blessing of God, given to man! Do not take this gift in ill-gratitude, sons and daughters of the Lord God..."
Parson Cullen's sermons had grown louder and louder since the death of his son. Millicent Timmins born-again, faithful churchgoer became more concerned for him with each passing year.
After the service, the silent congregation shuffled out of the church into the dark winter night. The sky was clear stars and galaxies twinkled brightly in the evening sky. Millicent shivered as she exited the warm place of worship, pulling her wool cloak closer to her slim body.
She knew her father would be angry that she returned home unescorted once again, but she still wasn't keen on any of the suitors that he par
SurviveWhispers in my earSurvive in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
I'm Here for YouWhat do you expect me to sayI'm Here for You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you keep pushing me away?
RememberI can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.
Regret will only make it worse
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.
I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining
The sun will keep on shining.
Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.
MemoryMemory is like the tide,Memory in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.
At times it's calm
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.
It's violent, too
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.
In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.
She BelievedI stumble through my mind,She Believed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.
I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope
Like a rescue from a blight.
I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.
But in the end, it wasn't true
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.
How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself
"She believed when he lied."
Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;Ghosts of You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rushthat's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.
What's Not Being SaidI heard you sighWhat's Not Being Said in Free Verse More Like This
but at the time
I didn't say a word;
I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.
I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;
For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.
Please, listen to what's not being said.
I Feel FreeWhen I look into your eyes,I Feel Free in Free Verse More Like This
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.
Shine BrightlyShine brightly with all that you have.Shine Brightly in Free Verse More Like This
Never stop believing.
Never stop dreaming.
Never stop being yourself. It's the only thing that makes you you.
Why?I will not cry for you.Why? in Free Verse More Like This
I will not beg for you.
I am tired of you.
I am sick of you.
You always poke into unhealed wounds, letting diseases fester.
Drip, drip, drip the agonizing pain, relishing in it...
You don't care, do you?
To you, I am merely a toy.
You position my body,
You tell me what to do, what to say, everything to control me.
You don't care, do you?
Ignoring it doesn't work.
Covering it doesn't work.
Thinking it'll go away doesn't work.
So, then, what will?
What will you do?
What will I do?
Do you want to push me away?
Do you want me to hate you?
Do you want me to ostracize myself from you?
If you do, then it's already happening.
I can't keep on going through this.
I can't keep on listening to this.
I can't keep on living like this.
With what strength I have in my broken, torn wings
I ask you.
I am your daughter.
I am the person who has gone to bat for you.
I am the person who covered your gambling problem up.
I am the one
Let Me Be MyselfThey used to tell me that I was weak.Let Me Be Myself in Free Verse More Like This
They used to tell me that I was just another girl.
They used to tell me that I was worthless.
But, can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
I pledge my allegiance from the ones who chain me down.
I swear my own independence from the ones who criticize me.
I wave my own flag from those who want to silence me.
But, can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
I am not your toy.
I am not your doll.
I am a free spirit.
Can you see me now?
I've broken my chains from you.
I am no longer yours.
I am me, myself, and mine.
So, now, let me go.
Let me experience.
Let me feel.
Let me be.
Thank YouThank you.Thank You in Free Verse More Like This
Thank you for everything.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for helping.
Thank you for letting me complain.
Thank you for the kind words.
Thank you for doing what you do.
Thank you for rocking my world.
Thank you for brightening up my day.
Thank you for letting me be me.
Thank you for not thinking of me funny.
Thank you for accepting me.
Thank you for loving what I do.
Thank you for forgiving me.
Thank you for still being my friend.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for being yourself.
Thank you for cheering me up.
Thank you for encouraging me.
Thank you for everything.
Thank you, you, you, you, you.
Thank you, you, you, you, you.
Thank you, you, you, you, you.
Thank you, you, you, you, you.
Thank you, you, you, you, you.
I love each and every single one of you.
This Is MeI am me, myself, and I.This Is Me in Free Verse More Like This
Don't stereotype or judge me for being
Everything I am now.
Never regret anything
This is who I am.
I am who I am.
That is what you'll see and what you get.
You will not judge me.
But, that is a little cliche.
Not to mention tripe.
I suppose I am all that I can be.
But, everyone hides behind something.
A pained smile,
They're all signs to a person.
I've been kicked down,
I've been thrown around,
I've been told, "you'll never be that, change it!"
I've been picked on, spat on...
I've never been broken.
So many thoughts.
So many opportunities missed.
So many friends lost.
So many arguments.
So many hits.
Oh, but no one cared.
I screamed for help.
I cried for help.
I fought for help.
No one came.
No one cared.
LOOK AT ME, I NEED HELP.
What's that I see?
Can it be salvation?
Can it be what I've wanted?
Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you!
Eventually, I got better.
Eventually, I got smarter.
Eventually, I got
UPDATED: Hikari Hoshi BioName: Hikari HoshiUPDATED: Hikari Hoshi Bio in Profiles More Like This
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Red
Attacks: Judgment, Elysium Final (subject to change)
Beyblade colors: Predominately white with yellow outlines. Bit chip is of Seraphiel facing to the left, as he's holding his cross in his hand.
Beyblade launcher: White with angel wings on the side. On the side are black lines, swirled. Rip cord is black.
Clothes: She wears a red bandanna with her hair in braids. She wears black fingerless gloves, and wears a yellow and red horizontal striped long-sleeved shirt, with either a pair of black shorts or black pants. She wears the symbol of her team -- "Holy Enoch" on a red vest with yellow lines going down. The symbol is on the back of her vest. She wears a pair of sneakers to complete her look.
Appearance: Slim build, but due to years of beyblading, her arms and legs are toned. She has peach skin, and on her arms an
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 5Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 5 in Drama More Like This
"So, Romania, how did you figure that you should help her?" Lucid asks with quite some interest, eyeing the vampire sitting across the table from him.
"I don't know what you're talking about. What I would like to know is this; what business do you have with me or any of my affairs?"
"Oh, Romania! You understand very well why we are 'in your affairs'. Though, I should've suspected you were the reason why she escaped from us so often."
"No, that's not true. I never helped her. I only kept an eye on her."
"Now, I ask why that might be. Is it guilt, I suppose?"
"Guilt of what, Lucid? You have no idea what—"Romania stops himself, allowing a grin to spread across his face. "I stand corrected; you know what I am capable of. It takes one to know one."
"And what do you mean by that, demon?"
"I mean exactly what I said. Now listen, I have a proposal and I want you to decide on this well: let her go, she doesn't have anything to do with this mess, or, I'll send you right back to your maker."
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 2Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 2 in Drama More Like This
“Wow…nice place you’ve got here.”
“I think you should take off your shoes…they’re really muddy…I’ll…I’ll go get you some new clothes…” Vladimir eyes your shoes uneasily, as if they were evil.
“Oh…right,” you pull them off and set them against the wall; his eyes settle on you.
“So, where do I go?” you ask while looking around at the grand estate.
“Where ever you like,” he says with a sly grin and walks away from you towards a large staircase. You watch him but don’t follow; instead, curiosity strikes you hard and you wander towards one of many corridors.
The ceiling is more or less the sky, and the floor beneath your feet is regal and expensive-looking; the tile is checkered black and white, and there’s an occasional rug of some obvious importance.
The walls are decorated with portraits,
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 6Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 6 in Drama More Like This
As you pull down the rapier from high on the wall, Marina gives you a small frown.
"You're going to fight a demon with a sword?"
"I'm not fighting a demon; I'm killing that damned priest."
Marina shakes her head and grabs for a gun, mounted a little higher than her head. "I know that."
You stop cold and look at her, mind comprehending what she'd just said
"You're saying that the Father…?"
"Had ya fooled, didn't he?" Marina grins and wraps her fingers around the trigger of a submachine gun, aiming at the ground. "He had me fooled for some time, too. But he's a hoax…just like this church."
Your mind circles around the thought, coming up with so much that your brain can't help but ache.
"So he's a demon priest?"
"Not even a priest. Just a lowly demon."
"But…he's in a Church…he gives worship."
Marina scoffs. "We're in this church, too, aren't we? So is Romania. Had this been an actual church, I doubt you or I could step foot in here. We'd be blown to bits by something we just can't se
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 3Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 3 in Drama More Like This
The sun hasn’t even had a chance to rise before you awake from your slumber. After so many years of living in such poor environments, slumbering until the sun rose in that bed will drive you crazy.
You get out of bed and decided to dress: you decide to wear the most mundane clothing in the bundle, but only because everything else was far too fancy for your liking. Afterwards, you begin to tour the castle again, hopeful to find something interesting.
While doing all of this, you can’t remove Vladimir from your thoughts: clearly you are still alive, which means he didn’t suck the soul right out of your body and leave you a lifeless hallow shell of agony and despair. Yet, you are suspicious of his acts of kindness; no vampire is kind to anyone but themselves…so why is he different?
Perhaps he’s an outcast among his kind?
You can’t wrap your mind around it…but anything can happen. You’v
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 7Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 7 in Drama More Like This
Love. Love is a state of mind shared by living beings universally.
Like there are people, there are different forms of love.
Without these various forms of love, living beings would cease to exist.
For the same reasons all living beings need air, love is just as vital.
And sometimes, it truly takes enough pain to open the love in your heart: for
all people take different forms, just as there are different forms of love.
"I can't do this," You lower the rapier. "I don't want to fight."
"Good, you'll make this quick and easy." Lucid agrees pleasantly.
Romania stops before you, within arm's length, his face still abnormally blank. You sheathe your blade and wait patiently for the end to come.
"Interesting…" Father Lucid wrings his hands. "You aren't going to fight the one who killed your parents?"
"No," You say quietly. Romania slowly lifts the scythe, making the blade curve around you so that with the simplest pull forward could result in damage.
Once a living being witne
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 1Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 1 in Drama More Like This
You crouch in the shadows, listening as the footsteps pass by in a hurry. Once again, you were on the run, and the Church couldn’t find you. Your dagger is drawn, its blade glittering in the moonlight.
You aren't going to be caught.
You aren't going to take the blame.
“I don’t see that monster anywhere!” a man shouts with frustration.
The term “monster” isn't new to you.
“Keep looking! That unholy, demonic being is around here somewhere!” another shouts back.
“I think I saw her go that way!” calls a woman. Your face gains a sly grin. You always out-run the Church.
Their footsteps die away. You wait silently, until the last shadow is out of sight, before you stand and pull your hood over your head more. Casually, you step out of the shadows and sheath your blade.
With a glance down the street, seeing no one there, you walk in the opposite dir
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,Closed mouthed, in Free Verse More Like This
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her, in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
The Tournament- Chapter 1I remember the day I first heard of it. The Tournament. It was basically an ordinary school day with classes that I was tempted to sleep through and some students I would've like to throw something at like a bowling ball. So yes, basically an ordinary day. All except one thing.The Tournament- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Rose!" Someone squealed in my ear. I turned to see a girl in all purple, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet; my best friend, Sofia. "Ican'tbelieveit!" She cried out, pronouncing it as if it was all one word- something she always did when she was overly emotional.
"Sofia," I said, tugging on her sleeve to make her stop bouncing, "calm down and pronounce slowly like a normal person. Then maybe I'll actually be able to understand a word you're saying."
"Okay, okay," she squealed again, barely able to contain herself, "Have you seen the news today?"
"Uh...no?" I mumbled, wondering where she was going with this.
"Ugh, you're impossible." She grabbed hold on my arm and pulled me through the h
Soul SnatchersThe man in the dark cloak took a step forward and revealed a sinister grin so wide you'd think he was auditioning for a toothpaste commercial.Soul Snatchers in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm Sin." he said, grinning wider still at the wide-eyed girl shivering at the front of the church. Suddenly another man from behind him spoke up,
"He only says that because his full name is Cynric." he let out a rumbling laugh full of mockery. Faster than the girl's eyes could catch, Sin took a long knife out of the holster attached to his side, and flung it behind him without turning. The man's laughter was interrupted as he let out a guttural sound and dropped to the floor, the knife's handle protruding out of his forehead. The girl let out a sob but stopped almost immediately. Sin let out an unannounced string of hysterical laughter, and the girl flinched as if someone had gone up and shook her. When Sin finally stopped laughing he pulled in a gasp of air and spoke once more,
"Oh, that was fun."
Demonic Apocalypse- Chpt 1It was the apocalypse.Demonic Apocalypse- Chpt 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not the typical one that everyone thinks of. The world didn't crack in two, it wasn't consumed by hellfire, and it sure wasn't God's wrath. No, this was much worse. At least with the christian view of Doomsday, all those who believe will be safe from eternal damnation. In this version, nobody's safe. Ever. And if you didn't learn how to survive fast enough, then that's it. You're a goner.
My name is Zoey. I'm sixteen years old and thanks to a bunch of moronic scientists that got carried away with their work, I live in a world overrun by demons. Instead of going to high school or worrying about grades like sixteen year olds are supposed to, I'm fighting for my life every single day. And as it turns out, demons don't believe in a vacation when it comes to taking over the world. Oh, and if that wasn't bad enough, they love the taste of human flesh, and they're extremely hard to kill.
ShynessEverybody knows that feelingShyness in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at somebody half dreaming
Thinking about what it would be like
If the two of you were alike
We don't want to face rejection
Fearing that we worsen our self reflection
When we talk to them all we can do is stutter
Sometimes we just need a little courage
Everybody has courage no matter what their age
So whenever you're feeling shy
Don't just stand there and sigh
Remember that just 20 seconds is enough
Even if it's all just bluff
Believe in yourself
Cause when it comes to love
You are the only person that could beat yourself
A poem about loveLove consists out of painA poem about love in Free Verse More Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,Suicidal in Free Verse More Like This
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
The Artist and The ModelShe posed for the artist to paint herThe Artist and The Model in Free Verse More Like This
She sat so perfectly still
A tremble came across her body
That was way beyond her will
"For that, my dear" said the artist
"I'll paint your blue eyes shut
Forever you'll be cast into darkness
Before you return to dust"
The subject, the model, the lady
Laughed and was not so fussed
"You think you have such power, my dear
In the stroke of your brush?
Don't forget it is I, your subject
That brings beauty to your piece
Without me you would be nothing;
A lush drunk on self belief"
With that the artist grabbed his palette
Ferociously began to paint
Till fatigue encapsulated his bones
And he began to feel faint
"How dare you bring into question
This masterpiece, my life's work
From my hand to brush to canvas
My unique view of this world"
"Artist you are not so special
With strokes many could make
Where as my beauty is as unique
As a falling snowflake
And it is I that fell from Heaven
Onto the blank canvas Earth
As potent as God's silence
A Troubled 15 Year OldFather has a lady friendA Troubled 15 Year Old in Free Verse More Like This
Of ill gotten gains
Sells her body for money
A handful of change
There will be no benefit
For my family
On hotel bedside tables
You'll find our money
Mother has a habit
Leaves needles lying around
Down the side of the sofa
Where infant hands slide down
Hoping to find some money
A handful of change
A perfect family portrait
And I am the frame
A troubled fifteen year old
Born under a bad sign
I learnt like most children
To cry before I smiled
In time my smile will fade
Though the tears will remain
I fear for the things I will lose
Before my family change
You Don't Know Your Daughter At AllJust because she is no longer in a cradleYou Don't Know Your Daughter At All in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grows, the leaves of her childhood are falling
And as of yet have not been replaced
Dismal days are making her deciduate
No wonder she’s feeling insecure
Her branches of self belief have become so bare
With her leaves left scattered on the floor
She patiently waits to once again see the light
Not knowing that this darkness will lift
It is your job to
Not So Nice. - AoixShinNot So Nice. - AoixShin in Romance More Like This
"-And he's such a nice guy.." Takeru was telling Ko-ki as Shin walked into the lounge.
"Who's a nice guy?" he asked sitting next to SuG's vocalist.
"Aoi." he answered as he stood heading for the vending machine.
"I've always heard he's a nice guy. After our last concert I've learned it's true." Ko-ki smiled.
Shin looked at him. "How do you know it's true." he asked curiously.
"He gave us some refreshments, remember?"
"Yes, that was kind of him.." Shin smiled slightly.
In fact maybe too kind it seemed like everyday when he walked through the halls he would hear "Wow, Aoi's such a nice guy." It was starting to make him curious. There were plenty nice people in the company. Yet it seemed the only person he heard of being kind is Aoi.
No one could be that nice could they?
Later that day Shin accompanied his bassist Iv to the weight room. Shin was not in the mood to exercise. He usually lifted a few weights and ran the treadmill. He sat next to the window with a note
Running Away 1/? - Kazuki x ManabuRunning Away 1/? - Kazuki x Manabu in Romance More Like This
It's been a week since he and his family had decided to move to Tokyo. They had moved for typical reasons, his father was transferred to a different office. Manabu's mother didn't seem to mind, nor did Manabu himself. He's been craving for a certain change of excitement lately. Though the moment his father told them that they were to move, the first worry was what would become of his friends. He'd known them since he was a child. All of a sudden to start anew and make new ones.. It was a terrifying thought. But he managed to say a painful good-bye to his friends, and headed off to Tokyo.
The first week he'd stayed in his new home was exciting at first glance for a boy who lived most of his life in the suburbs. It was a big city, like everyone says, and there are many people walking the streets.
Then the day he didn't want to come, arrived the next day. School. He only attended classes for a day after spending his lunch time as the new kid. The rest of that week h