The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation. in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are. in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Creed of the PatronsCreed of the Patrons in Free Verse More Like This
Meet me where the Gates of Hell should one day fall,
In inspirational vengeance taken upon the dark past of man.
For we are the Left Hand of God,
and we shall fear no evil.
I, a mortal soul, take risk by my very faith,
until seen worthy by the Angelic Host.
For them, I do so adore, that through Grace does my mortal heart,
beat, and my panting lungs breathe.
My faith goes with glory in The Messengers arms to
He upon the Throne of the Trinity.
What I endure grasps attention, yet what I seek out discovers curiosity
within even the Voice of God.
May my every action be a thorn in the side of the enemy's throat,
for he wears a collar of them...
choking tighter with the passing time
as my Savior draws ever closer.
I sacrifice what my sins in three may be in order
to restore a piece of worth to my soul,
for though Grace has found me,
humility is the essence of my being.
My body, mind, and soul are of course my own,
yet are a temple that for the Heavenly Host I protect,
condition, and use in Hi
The Book of Excerpts: Re-ReformationThe Book of Excerpts: Re-Reformation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is this delusion before me?
This dreadful illusion that I do now see?
I fear such terror from the powers that be...
Those angels above, those demons below.
The Horsemen to come reap and to sew.
I see the once powerful flock, now come so low.
God how I pray this to be but a phase,
To leave this to past and within a haze.
Bring us out of this horrid maze!
Your people stand divided, stumbling forward
To a future cloudy and grim, blinded yet onward.
Power drunken fools,ignorant to your true word.
Give me this life's chance to make due change,
To adjust and assist in this time so strange...
This time in which we must to our ways estrange.
Father, I swear to you, that with my power,
Until my last breath and final hour,
I will restore you and never once cower.
With so many that believe not,
Who never found the proof they ever sought,
I will do what I may, as if never have I fought.
The Journey of a Thousand MilesThe Journey of a Thousand Miles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Lead us on to insomnia's end, Where solitude awaits our weary hearts.
The sustenance required to our souls lies
there in the arms of patience.
Assist us in our wake as prayer affects not our tired limbs upon this journey. These two of your flock die not, as time heals, yet the end of this is welcome. We beg of thee, calling out to the silence into
to which our faith is placed.
The path is dark with black fog of this nocturnal threat. Bring to us, light. As it is now that our dreams are what wither with time, even as they heal. Our exhaustion is only diverted for a short time
by the bond between us.
Pray we that our cries are heard, echoing through the confines to Heaven.
Let not a limit come from malicious source,
to this our angelic breed of passion."
"Right is my love as he suffers my pain by connection, yet where we go, we go together.
Though distance dwindles the pleasure,
the connection has only become longer.
Much I have to say before our Lord in regards to these two hea
Reflective ArgumentReflective Argument in Free Verse More Like This
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
The Long Waged WarLet out your angerThe Long Waged War in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let out your rage
Put up your fists
You've got a war to wage
Hatred is the key
To winning this war
And those you abhor
Ignore the burns
Ignore the black and blue
Just smash down the walls
Break right through
For your enemy is gracious
He accepts death with open arms
And never would he ever
Bring you any harm
He loves you dearly
For you he would die
He'd never ask twice
Wouldn't blink an eye
So don't shed a tear
He won't die in vain
When you stab his chest
He won't feel any pain
Only love for his beloved
Which is you, my dear
Too late to cower
Too late to fear
March right in
And claim your right
But instead kneel down
At the glory of his light
He is true love and patience
He is peace and kindness
He will touch your eyes
And heal your blindness
Let out your tears
Let go of your rage
For this is a war
You no longer wish to wage
Noctis dreamsShe is ever so silentNoctis dreams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And she never moves
She only wanders in my dreams
Searching for sin to remove
Her wings are like light
In my noctis dreams
They shone like the sun
Her beauty, it gleams
But when I visit her
There in that lonely place
I see no sign of movement
Not even a trace
There she rests
For all eternity
She is stone and cold
Practicing perfect taciturnity
Memento Mori IIIt doth not matter how hard you tryMemento Mori II in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
No matter how much love is in your breast
Or how much jealousy is in your eyes
Every man will go to his eternal rest
(No matter how hard he tries.)
The future holds one fate
No matter the tears you cry
You shouldn't even try
For it doth not matter how hard you try
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
I'm Only HumanI'm only humanI'm Only Human in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I make mistakes
Yet I'm always trying
To save some face
I'm only human
I lie and I cheat
Yet I will never
I'm only human
I whine and I cry
But it doesn't mean
That I won't try
I'm only human
I make mistakes
But I give it my all
No matter what it takes
lost in paradisean angel, a demonlost in paradise in Free Verse More Like This
aching in the midnight sky-
cracked bones drift in a loose suspension
of haunted thoughts in empty halls,
scattered throughout with snowflakes,
light with deception
Battle scars roam across her pale canvas,
illustrating the path travelled with blind direction
Her eyes betray the lie within
that cruel wanting-
she's lost in paradise
thirteen cimmerian avenuetake a glimpse, take a peekthirteen cimmerian avenue in Free Verse More Like This
down this path so oblique
come, take a step
take a walk with me
and enjoy the scenery
beautiful isn't it?
Open your eyes; see the lies muttered
by those who do not understand
our love for the things they banned from the light,
the ever accursed blight they seek to smite
There is nothing to fear!
Here, there lies a beauty beneath the surface
a twisted sense of bliss- just take a step
into the grey mist
let this world envelop you with its dark kiss
My Little GypsyWhen they met she was fifteenMy Little Gypsy in Short Stories More Like This
Like a black rose blooming wild
And she already knew she was gonna die
I find myself sitting in a church all of a sudden. I find it odd, since I'm not religious. I don't ponder the oddity of my current situation long, because you sidle into the bench and come and sit next to me. I blink.
You... you're.... you're... here....
I stare at you in disbelief. But I can't hope. I'm seeing things. I must be.... I shake my head and rub my eyes, but when I reopen them, you're still there, charming smile and everything.
"How did you... How... How are you..." I begin to say, incredulous.
"Shh love," you say and pull me into you. Your body is warm. It's real...
My head rests on your chest, rising and falling with each steady breath you take. It makes me feel safe, secure.
I look up at you, into your piercing green eyes. As impossible as the situation seems to be, I don't ask questions. Having you here, with me, it's all I could ever ask for. It's
feverflashing orbital lightsfever in Free Verse More Like This
a synthetic silver sun incubating
those flea-infested eggs laid quite eagerly-
that hatch into green silk, wrapped in crystal diamonds
- the promised prize to be claimed
the fever settles like vultures on a carcass
oblivious, you strut down a glowing red carpet
that seeps with the blood of passion
- the promised price to be paid
acida breath of tragedyacid in Free Verse More Like This
breezed through his humanity
mental scars bleeding with persistence
he dipped the blade
into the white powder of his existence
a fantasy unravelled before his eyes
bright lights and colours swirled around him
distorted faces taunted his demise
black flames erupted around his creation
and familiar words faded into view
"welcome to lucifer's nation"
eat me, drink me"She's been forecast with the attempt to kill herself, but the ending didn't test well."eat me, drink me in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ceiling is bare, devoid of detail- a grim reflection of the whitewashed wasteland of my life.
"This is only a game," you'd whispered, "only a game."
"I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame..." My reply was swallowed by the silence that engulfed the night.
That was then... And what a wicked game you played...
Now, the ceiling seems to swallow my existence as I stare into it's shallow depths. The stench of your absence gnaws at my mind, boring it's way into the very core of my being, until I'm sick for want of you. Everywhere I turn, that monster named Loneliness holds his arms outstretched for an embrace. I turn and turn and turn, putting up with my wishing hell, until at last, out of desperation I cast myself down the pissing well.
Hate, hate, hate.
Like a cat kneading it's blanket, harsh metal claws knead my milk white skin. Droplets of crimson sin st
marionetteShe sat on the bench, watching people come and go. It was her favourite thing to do- observe. She loved her ability to blend into the background, unnoticed, almost invisible. She could spend hours like this, just watching Watching as people trailed past her, their lives in tow. She often wondered where they were going to, who they were going to and what they were leaving behind. She'd dream up stories for them, painting tragic stories of romance. Her canvas consisted of Tears, Heartache, Loss, Desperation and Apologies.marionette in Short Stories More Like This
She always painted these macabre pictures for these passers-by- it made her own life seem so much better and simpler than it was. She didn't feel so bad about it then.
She also often wondered whether there is a god, someone who could dictate people's lives like they were his puppets and he the puppet master, pulling their strings to his every whim.
Maybe there is a god, just not in the sense humanity believed him to be in.
She'd known him, he who cou
daughter of Gaiatrees of iron and steel surround medaughter of Gaia in Free Verse More Like This
stretching high into the sky, stealing my oxygen
their metal breath poisons my lungs
i long for the feeling of the wind on my skin
the soft rustle of grass when Aeolus strolls through
gold-touched plains, Apollo's last caress lingering
on the tips of the honey-coloured grass
and the air heavy with the sweet scent of peace and quiet
i yearn for the sound of river-water gently rippling
over soft soil, nourishing life as it passes by
Gaia's laugh echoing through the quiet air
i ache for those ancient pine trees
to replace those poisonous steel ones
their sweet heady scent to caress my lungs
and for mountains to stretch into the blue horizon
i long for my spirit to run free once more
dancing and turning to Pan's mesmerising melodies-
wild, yet at perfect ease
in the embrace of the Earth Mother
hate in your eyesblack embers smoulderhate in your eyes in Free Verse More Like This
behind the dark windows of your soul
now, upon the sight of the accursed blight
they roar to life
sulphurous fumes seep from your skin
the flames in your veins dance lividly
to the absence of trust and love
and venomous thoughts spell
the clarity of hate in your eyes
under lock and keya delicate little puzzle you areunder lock and key in Free Verse More Like This
tentatively offering pieces of yourself
so that I might join them all together
to create the complete picture
yet I cling selfishly to my own pieces
keeping them under lock and key
like precious dragon's treasure
refusing my puzzle to be built
lest you wantonly discard that which I offer you
- my precious humanity
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free? in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
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
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain't never cut.
The young bloods be the first to get their letter up.
I say the system ain't shit and we all got it wrong,
The old mothers are just stayin' in for way too long.
I say we cut them from the system that they fucked up,
And let the young bloods take it; we'll just fix it up.
They set the game, but we're the ones playin' main;
I guess t
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Hunting the WitchHunting the Witch:Hunting the Witch in Free Verse More Like This
I tracked her down to a squalid cave
Where the entrance smelled of rotting flesh.
Putrid and vile, bloated with maggots;
It stung the nose with every breath.
I avoided choking and steeled my will
For the mouth was a facade to deter the weak.
But the inside was opulent, rich and vibrant;
It matched the prey which I had to seek...
She sat in the center, confident and calm
Displayed on a throne of solid gold.
She wore a dress of beautiful silk
Red in colour, and very bold...
Her scent reminded me of gentle flowers
It soothed the soul to behold this sight.
She appeared in the form of an ancient goddess;
Bathed in a pillar of mystical light...
Do you like what you see, my dearest hunter?
She cooed in musical twit.
I'm afraid I do, my fairest lady
I'll admit that I liked her a bit.
She smiled and stood from her golden throne;
Coming close without a hint of fear...
She licked her lips and smiled at me
Shall I please you now my dear?
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 15~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~summer approaches~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Konan was not about to let another wedding slip through her fingers, and quickly planned the entire service. There were a few objections here and there (like putting Deidara and Itachi in dresses to compensate for the lack of bridesmaids) but they were quickly extinguished. After all, no one was foolish enough to argue with a pregnant Konan.
Everything was planned out perfectly, and things were going quite well. Until it came time to exchange vows
Father Patrick was standing above the two schizos. Do you, Zetsu, take Tayna-
Hey, why are you asking him first?! Because thats tradition. ITS SEXISM!
Tanya, be quiet! This is how its always been!
I dont care! Sorry, please continue.
Erm, to be your lawfully wedded wife, together in marriage? To love, comfort, honor, and keep her for better or worse-
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10b~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere over the Indian Ocean~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10b in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zetsu, I want the window.
Shut the hell up! Its Tanyas turn. And the bitch can have it as long as she wants!
Dont call me a bitch, asshole! Thats very kind of you, Zetsu. But make the kid shut up!
Tobi, be a good boy and settle down. Or Ill eat your peanuts!
The boys eyes widened behind his mask, and he began repeatedly jabbing the call button above his head. A very tired-looking stewardess walked up. What is it this time? she asked, eye twitching.
Hes threatening to steal my peanuts! Tobi cried, pointing an accusing finger at Zetsu.
Over my dead body! Zetsu wont steal your peanuts, Tobi. Tanya looked at the woman in the aisle. But may we please have some more? Before I have to get up and take them by force. The woman nodded nervously
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 13~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~days pass~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hidan, get up.
Because we have to pick up Sasori and Deidara at the airport.
Jashin dammit .
Hidan tightened his grip around Kakuzus torso. No, dammit.
Kakuzu groaned inwardly; damn, he was too tired for this! He looked down at his boyfriend, trying to figure out the best way to get him up. He traced his eyes over Hidans hair his face .his shoulders
Ok, evil plan formed.
OWW! Kakuzu, what the hell?! the banker smirked and removed his teeth from Hidans bleeding shoulder. Good, youre awake. Now get up.
Admit it, you liked it.
I hate you.
Damn, they certainly m
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 3Akatsuki headquarters. Kakuzu repeated.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hidan nodded. Were called the Akatsuki, and we hang out here. That makes this our headquarters, asshole. He stepped inside. Hurry up. Kakuzu sighed and followed the silver haired teen inside.
The apartment wasnt much bigger than his own; it had a kitchen and a living room, separated by a three foot tall wall so you could look into the next room. There were two doors built into the right hand wall; the banker assumed they led to bedrooms. There was no dining room; only a table pressed against the mini-wall on the living room side.
The living room held two overstuffed chairs, a couch, and a few bean bags. Sasori and Deidara were flopped down onto the bean bags, arguing about (what else?) their art; Hidan was sprawled out on the couch, talking with an auburn-haired man with several facial piercings, and Kisame and Itachi were sitting in one of the chairs, talking. Kakuzu stood just outside the living r
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 4After his first few weeks, Kakuzu couldnt imagine his life without the Akatsuki. They were his friends, partners in crime, everything. He still didnt know too much about their backgrounds, but that was fine with him. After all, from what he could tell, they didnt have too many problems.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
That delusion was shattered one day after school.
The Akatsuki were walking out of the building, heading towards the base. Suddenly, Deidara turned on a street corner, going off down a road Kakuzu hadnt been on. Deidara, where are you going? he called.
Deidara stopped and turned, giving him a half-hearted smile. My dad wanted me home early, un.
The banker felt the atmosphere instantly shift. Deidara, you dont have to go, Itachi stated.
Yeah, just come with us, Hidan called in an almost pleading voice. Kakuzu raised a brow. What was going on?
Itll be fine, Deidara replied, giving the entire group his fake grin
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 7Kakuzu was determined to find out where Hidan lived, or at least why he wouldnt let the banker walk him home. His chance came one day when the Jashinist skipped school, leaving Kakuzu free to interrogate the other Akatsuki members.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He brought it up at lunch. Hey, any of you guys know where Hidan lives? Better to just be straightforward about it.
Hmm? Why are you asking? Sasori answered, raising a brow.
Well, I tried to walk him home the other night, but he flat out refused. Bastard even kicked me in the stomach.
Thats just Hidan being a bastard, un, Deidara called out, showering food crumbs on the unfortunates sitting below him.
How many times must I tell you, dont talk with you mouth full, brat!
Yes Sasori danna.
Dont push it; if Hidan doesnt want you to go to his home, theres probably a reason for it, Itachi stated. He and Kisame were sitting next to each other in t
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 5~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time passes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Danna, Im hungry, un! Deidara whined, hovering over the red head.
Alright, alright, just hold on! You should be grateful I even bring you food, brat, Sasori muttered as he dug through his bag. Here, now eat it and shut up. Deidara smiled and snatched the food, accidentally knocking over Sasoris bag and spilling its contents onto the ground. Watch it, brat! the red head glared.
Kakuzu noticed a blue doll and picked it up out of sheer curiosity. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a small Kisame puppet. Sasori, why do you have a marionette of Kisame?
Hidans face lit up. Oh yeah, he hasnt seen em yet! Youll get one hell of a laugh outta this, Kakuzu. He grabbed the bag and turned it upside-down, dumping all the items within onto the ground.
Kakuzus eyes widened as he saw the miniature Akatsuki puppets.
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time goes on~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Hidan groaned and buried his face against Kakuzus chest. Kuzu, he groaned. The banker reached over his partner and shut off the clock, before returning his arm to its previous position around Hidans waist. We need to get up.
The banker sighed. Why did Hidan have to be so difficult? Hidan, we have to get up now. I set the alarm late to let you sleep longer. Now get moving.
The Jashinist growled and wrapped his arms around his partner. I dont wanna, dammit.
Kakuzu sat up, dragging his boyfriend with him. Now I know how Itachi feels about Kisame. Hidan, get up or else.
Or else what, dumbass?
Hidan, do you know what floor were on?
The third floor, dumbass. Why?
Ten seconds later Hidan was dangling outside the window by his foot, which Kakuzu was holding in one hand. You awak
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10Aww Hidan, you broke my phone! Kisame whined, picking up the poor electronic.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as your Jashin damned phone becomes our damn priority, Ill let you know, Hidan growled. Kakuzu carefully picked up Deidara. Come on, we need to get him back home. The others nodded, and the group began walking back to the apartment. Once they arrived they immediately set Deidara on the couch. Kakuzu had the most medical knowledge next to the absent red head, and quickly looked Deidara over. Hes fine. Hell just need some rest.
There was peace for all of ten minutes before Konan and Itachi walked inside, looking extremely distressed. Konan saw Deidara and screamed, running over to the couch and squeezing the blonde tightly to her chest. Oh thank god youre ok Deidara! she cried, tears dripping down her face.
Kisame looked at Itachi. Wheres Sasori?
He ran off when we got the call. The signal was pre
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Hidan was wondering if Jashin would accept that damnable alarm clock as a sacrifice. He reached out to smash it. As usual. Kakuzus hand reached over his and shut it off, pulling his hand away from the poor defenseless clock. As usual.
Hidan, we have to get up for school. The Jashinist groaned and buried himself under the covers. Hidan, come on. Wasted time is wasted money.
I dont give a damn, Im skipping today. Let me sleep, dumbass. Hidan groaned again as he felt the covers yanked off of him. No youre not. Now get up.
Or what? he regretted asking that instantly.
Kakuzu walked over to the bed, picked up the smaller teen like a sack of rocks, and walked into the bathroom. He carelessly threw the silver haired teen into the shower, and turned the water on full blast.
AAAAAAHHH!! JASHIN DAMMIT, THATS COLD!
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She smelled glorious, mouthwatering, delicate. I couldn't resist such an aroma.
She looked so frail. She had skin stretched across her limbs in flimsy, translucent layers.
I was terrified of touching her, afraid she'd crumple beneath my fingers.
Her lithe, bird bone fingers caressed my blistered calluses. Astrid then pressed her icy
palms to my aching flesh. Silly girl, she was trying to comfort me.
It was wrong. I felt bloated, my chest inflated with conflict. Better judgment swelled
against my callous ribcage, uncaring and simply unconcerned.
And yeah it was wrong, but she was delicious.
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the raven child
She sucks on clove cigarettes,
pausing to cough out flies and carbon.
She's as ugly as she's ever been,
gilded from glue and obsidian.
from raw meat.
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It will begin like light cascading through fleshy membranes. The sudden awareness of electromagnetic feeling that pulses through every nerve, and yes finally, today signifies the start of animation. Because yes, you can finally feel.
You are alive.
[Breathe] Inhale the tattered stars. Gasp as they tear open galaxies, destroying themselves and whatever is left of the O-zone layer. [Gulp. Gulp.] Choke down their destruction and remember, that those ever-so-distant wishes, they shredded the sky for you.
It started for you.
Static climbing into my tissue, and it burns like white noise or bleach or frostbite, and as I'm amputating things I sure hope I won't need, I look beyond earth's mutilated atmosphere, searching for the flicker of those ever-so-distant fireflies, but oh, they died the day you began to
It asked me with those ivory teeth, all smooth and valuable. I sneered at the bribery amongst kings, scoffing in the face of a wi
The Exception, Not The RuleJust let you go. Cornucopia, meadowlark.The Exception, Not The Rule in Free Verse More Like This
just let me die.
I'd like to explain,
and we are excess,
my dear Greyson;
He stutters through
Blurred butterscotch eyes,
And to ignore the capacity,
the pull of
I love(d) you.
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sloppy, still shameless.
At least it's easier.
She knew much more than I could say.
Why wait for assistance?
Get on your feet.
please don't make me admit it.
she is slamming through my soul;
unfortunate and profound. )
Crucial filament distorting imagery.
She is a tumor
a malignant mound of flesh.
Spoken with idealistic assurance
Promises projected from warped paradigms
She becomes less of what I see, and more of what I know.
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You see my heart smokes meth but I'm the one whose an addict.
I just couldn't forget that taste, the essence of caustic crystals penetrating epidermis.
That delectable prick, strawberries and fire.
The glimmer of rivulets and rubies.
My blood thins; watered-down, salty.
Blood cells weaken, sickened by malnutrition and overcome with anemia.
I am cancerous, addicted to meth, malnutrition and self-mutilation.
I could never forget the feel, the fires of self-indulgence.
The strawberries sprouting in my skin.
I was weakened and anemic but I loved those rubies.
That rubber ball pounding through my ribcage
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I am breathing but the sensation becomes invigorating. The air tastes lithe, cleanly - like light pouring into my lungs.
I find it rejuvenating; youth electro-charging my slackened flaccid muscles.
I feel you; an impossibility. It's high voltage, electric eels, hissing transformers.
It's a spark.
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Her yellowed eyes reek of festering wounds; infection seeping through her skin. I stare closer, noticing the wriggling masses clustered behind her eye sockets. Cream-colored grubs swim through her facial flesh.
I am appalled. Revulsion pools in my mouth, spills from my teeth.
"Oh God . . . "
She flinches, shame floods her features. Her muscles go rigid, stiffening at my reluctance. She senses aversion, animosity, hostility. Fiber glass slamming against her sensitivity; tiny shards designed for delicate nerves.
"They digest faster than I can repair," she stutters, lisping through explanation.
And I'm simply not impressed, so I say . . .
"Hasn't it always been this way, predator against prey? Or in this case, parasite against host? This is your battle Sister.
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There you were, standing glorious and inebriated. I was ill prepared.
I was a child.
It would seem she lacked organs, substance.
I was without my integrity, so really, what was I supposed to do?
Why even label it as wrong? I enjoyed it. I reveled in every short-lived second.
I was a monstrosity, a ghoulish infested fiend.
I was a wily rat-faced rodent.
I was ugly.
I was free.
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These are my first words for you, did I choose them wisely?
Well the logic/ignorant/not knowing, it told me to act like lead,
because it was heavy
and solid and
and who would take the time to carry around that piece of shit?
He always said even lead balloons are worthless.
They could float,
and even hold their own weight,
but no one would take the time to keep you from falling up and away.
And why should they?
It's waste of weight,
a waste of space.
A waste of time.
And I've stuttered and spoken and
right past the second-hand,
ticking with high efficiency and
the clock is screaming.
I am sleeping,
unable to enunciate,
He advised I grit my teeth, to take it in abrasive shudders.
Still insanity demanded I choke myself with the railroad tracks.
Because a noose always feels better with splinters
and 16 tons of black steam engine roaring across my throat.
All I needed was a