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The two ninja re-entered the kitchen....and Lees gaze lowered as a number of eyes glanced from one to the other in shock.
Hey, Gaara. Not bad. Perhaps you should wear spandex more often....
The redhead growled in response to this and sat on a stool in the corner of a room...picking up another bottle, and drinking from it.
Lee took his seat again...looking very much like the sand ninja as he crossed his arms sulkily.
Turn were taken; and Lee watched as Naruto downed shot after shot. He was sure the boy was refusing just to get his drink.
Lee tensed as they came to him again.
I dare you to dronk a whole bottle of this.
He shoved the glass container forward.
I didnt pick truth or dare.
Would yeh ratheh I ask who yeh wanner fuck?
Lee grabbed the bottle as a blush slid over his face.
There was a chorus of drunken laughter.
Lee stared at the bottle apprehensively.If he refused; h
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A bell rang....announcing the end of the class period. Gaara sighed relievedly as the boy in front of him removed himself from the desk, his warm body no longer pressing against the redheads. Brown eyes glanced at the tense expression, before turning towards the exit. I-Im really sorry....to be such a bother, Gaara..... the leaf apologized softly as he walked away.
The sand student jerked his eyes open, the aqua gaze trailing after the taller boy guiltily. He had made the boy feel as though it was all his fault. Gaara rose from his seat, his expression hardening as he gathered his belongings. Why should he care? They barely talked, they normally avoided eachother. Although.....each had their own reason. Lee avoided the redhead out of fear, of a few different kinds. Fear that he might say the wrong thing.....fear that the boy might hurt him.....fear that the redhead would dislike him as much as others in his past had. Gaara knew of his reasons. And the inner voice of h
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A dark scowl was written across the kazekages face. He just wanted to return to his roof..and brood. But his friend was making it difficult. A bandaged hand was gripping tightly at his wrist; pulling him down the empty streets.
Come ON! Lee gave a fierce tug; forcing the redhead to stumble. The older ninja stopped for a minute as the young leader got his gounding back...before continuing to tug at the wrist.
Lee...I dont WANT to... the tone was sulky and reluctant.
You need to relax. You sit up on that roof all night. And all day youre working. Get out some more, socialize for christs sake, Gaa-kun.
Gaara growled at the statement; but allowed himself to be pulled down the street.
Parties are useless.
He got a rare glare from his older friend at the statement.
So just come to keep me company...
Youll have everyone else at the party to talk to..
But I want YOU.
Lee suddenly stopped
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Buh...were juss gettin stahted. Naruto complained, sticking out his bottom lip. Lee almost fell to the ground as Gaara wriggled out of his grasp. The redhead turned to face him with an imploring gleam in his gaze. Lee-shaaaaan! he whispered loudly.
He giggled madly at the sound of Lees name before repeating it. Didya eveh reelize how funneh yer name sounds, Lee-shan?
The older leaf snorted and wrapped an arm around Gaaras shoulders; steering him into the living room. He glanced over his shoulder to speak to the other ninja. Mayee a break ish besht..fer now...
Naruto groaned and rose to his feet, restacking the bottles. Fine. But I haff nuther idea.
Lee glanced back sharply, but almost fell to the ground as Gaara pulled on him. He led the sand ninja to the couch; shoving him into the cushions.
How mush did yeh drink?
Gaara stared at him in answer, his eyes wideni
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ME?! Lee squeaked in shock. He watched as a bottle and a shotglass got shoved to the middle of the table.
Alright, Lee-san. Truth or dare?
Lee hesitated at the question. Either way; his friends wouldnt go easy on him. They would embarrass him to the full extent.
There was a chorus of sighs, and he glance at the other ninja in surprise.
Aw...is somebody afraid?
Of course he is...a taijutsuist yes, but you know he would wimp out...
I thought you had guts, Lee...
Lees expression darkened, and he crossed his arms.
Naruto grinned at the response.
Alright...lets see.... he tapped at the side of his face before his expression brightened.
Everyone knows your strong Lee-san. And for all that training you do...you seem to be in good shape. But are you really? he added devilishly.
The blonde glanced around the table; watching as all eyes turned to the sp
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Lee crossed his arms with a dark scowl written over his face.
You dun know wha yer talkin bout, Naruto.
The blonde grinned foolishly before tugging on one of his friends hands. Cmon. Sit down here...wiff the rest of us. Unless yer chiiicken.
The older leaf sighed heavily and grabbed onto Gaara; pulling them onto the floor, and sitting side by side...
Lee rolled his eyes and glanced to the redead, nearly falling over as dizziness overcame him.
Whaaaaat ish it now, Gerra?
The kazekage giggled childishly.
I GOTTA BIG COCK! HES SO DAMN BIG! A BIG COCK FOR YER MOOOOOOOOUTH!!!
Lees face flushed abruptly and he placed a hand over Gaaras lips.
He could feel the lips underneath his hand tilt into a pout; before a tongue trailed over his palm. He abruptly snatched his hand away; glaring at Gaara as he giggled.
Naruto arched an eyebrow at the two.
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Gaara stared at the bottle suspiciously.
What is it? he asked cautiously; sniffing at the drink.
Just try it. Youll like it. I promise. Naruto replied; sinking into the cushions beside the redhead. He took a sip of his own drink, grinning reassuringly at the kazekage as he did.
The redhead glanced from his blonde friend to the bottle warily before taking a sip.
His face wrinkled; and he coughed after swallowing.
Is it supposed to burn? he asked incredulously; staring at the bottle with a shocked expression.
Until you get used to it...
Naruto watched his friend. He had given Gaara a strong liquor; trying to get the redhead to loosen up, and not be so stiff for once. He watched as the boy took another sip, his face twisting thoughtfully. Naruto grinned and rose from the couch...heading into the same room as Lee.
There was a shout from the kitchen a moment later and Gaara also rose from the couch; curiously poking his head into the oth
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Lee rolled his eyes on a sigh; and there was silence as colors were assigned to each shinobi; before placing slips of paper inside an old hat.
The older leaf watched his friend suspiciously.
Lee growled and threw himself at Gaara; pinning the tricky redhead against the couch cushions.
Dark brown eyes flickered over his friends body briefly; analyzing their position.
Thas not fun....this is.
He leant against Gaara; dropping closer to lick at the neck.
He wasnt sure why....
But this one time he actually LET himself drink, it didntt result in the same way as before. This time...
He was horny.
The kazekage wriggled underneath his older friend; giggling as the tongue tracked its way to an ear.
Gaara panted out his plea; his eyes c
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Gaara groaned as he collapsed against a wall with a shuddering gasp.
Lee grinned wickedly before speedily removing his hand from clutching at the kazekages shaft and immediately moved up to tug at the zipper on the familiar green suit. He pulled it down forcefully before sliding a hand inside and rubbing his palms over the flawless skin greedily. He watched a pink tinge slowly making its way across Gaaras face before descending lower; tinging the whole body with a delicate shade of pink.
The redhead moaned pleadingly and arched against the wall; pressing into the touch aggressively as he gripped at his friends shoulders and pulled. When physical contact was forced he ground against the leaf shakily.
Lee was prepared to take this further; but there was the sound of footsteps followed by a sharp gasp. They both looked up to see a number of ninja watching them from the kitchen dorway. A bandaged hand immediately receded and rezipped the
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Lee quickly struggled to his feet and grabbed at the back of Gaara. Lehve him lone! Yeh know he dun like fection...and yer playing on his...state of mind at deh moment.
Gaara was pulled back to Lee and he grasped at his friend when he nearly fell to the ground again. His eyes widened innocently as he clutched at Lee. Infection?he questioned in confusion. Lee grinned evilly. Yesh, Gerra. Naruto has a nashty one...dun touch him. Or da others....he infected dem alrehhy. He grinned at his fast and wicked thinking, even in his state. But the blonde huffed and stepped forward.
Gaara shrieked in fear and held onto Lee;
Geh way! I dun wan a disease!
The whiskered boy glared dangerously at Lee before stepping closer.
Yer fine, Gaara. Leh-san is lying. He dun wan to play a game....he wan yeh the be bored all nigh.
Gaara glanced to Lee at the statement and his grip loosened.
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Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
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Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
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I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
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Story One: He’s a Pirate After All…
…and so it came to pass that the once great pirate captain, Chenbeard the Mighty, found himself adrift upon the lonely currents of the ocean. Having been exiled from his crew, mostly from drinking too much of the rum and stealing underwear, the captain found his fate taking a rather sad turn. He had been knocked unconscious, bound and gagged, then tossed unceremoniously into one of the many dinghies that adorned the sides of the Sangue Padre.
Ordinarily, an exiled captain would find himself tossed into swirling currents of the sea. It was not uncommon for many of them to lose their lives in this fashion, but those within the crew that remained loyal to him, voted instead for a more humane end to his career.
Thus we begin the tale of Chenbeard the pirate, once a great man and now a mere hobo of the seve
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
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They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
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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
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Pewdie walked through the halls of the hospital, a white plastic bag in his hand containing home-cooked food from Marzia. He gave a friendly wave to the receptionist as he walked past her, turning down the hallway Cry's room was in.
Today was a very relaxing day. The halls in the hospital were silent, short of the nurses speaking to patients and the occasional phone call. A couple nurses who recognized him would greet him cheerfully.
The door to Cry's room was closed. Did they move him to a different room? Or was he finally discharged? Pewdie knocked lightly on the door and hesitantly opened it. And the inside was quite an... unusual sight.
Completely covering the bed were pieces of paper, carefully cut into a circle an drawn on. On each piece of paper was two large dots and a straight, horizontal line; The Cry mask. Pewdie closed the door behind him, his brow knitted together and mouth agape as he tried counting all the little masks.
Sitting in th
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When Pewdie woke, the entire apartment was silent. He sat up in the darkness of his bedroom and looked down beside. Marzia was sleeping soundly, unaware of Pewdie. The alarm clock on the side table next to the bed. It was four in the morning.
Getting up from the bed, Pewdie crossed the hall to the bathroom, closing the bedroom door behind him. He doubted he'd be able to get back to sleep, again.
After finishing in the bathroom, Pewdie paused in the hallway. He thought he heard what sounded like... muffled music. He turned. The music was coming from the guest room. It seemed Cry was awake, still.
Knocking gently on the guest room door before opening it, Pewdie stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Cry looked up from his laptop. He must've been sitting here in the dark for hours, his laptop the only source of light. Music was playing softly from the speakers of his laptop. "Hello, friend." Cry greeted after a moment, saying it almost as a ques
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When Cry was finally discharged from the hospital, he left as soon as he could, Pewdie and Marzia at his side.
Pewdie was hoping that maybe Cry was just stir-crazy and that he'll be fine once he's settled back at the apartment. Then they could get back to making videos... and maybe things will be normal, again. Hopefully.
Marzia was talking to Cry about things he's missed, trying to cheer him up.
On their way back to the apartment, they stopped by a park. Pewdie wanted to get Cry walking around outside. But, after a while of walking around, Cry had to sit down on a bench. After being in a hospital for that long, barely moving, your muscles become fairly weak.
Marzia looked at the watch she had on her wrist. "We should really be going, soon." She announced, but she didn't look too voluntary to walk back to the car.
Pewdie shrugged. "S'all up to Cry." But he smiled at Marzia, entwining his fingers in hers. He felt like he was drifting away from
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Pewdie cringed to himself and pulled the knife out of the cutting board to continue making breakfast. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do about this... But he knew he had to figure something out.
Suddenly, his pocket vibrated. It startled him at first, but he pulled out the phone that was in the pocket and checked his texts. It was Marzia. She texted Pewdie to tell him that her parents are giving him another chance. Marzia was still going to bring home all of Pewdie's stuff, though.
He texted her back about how great it was and how happy he was to be able to stay with her. But something inside him twisted when he hit 'SEND'.
"Oh my god..." Someone moaned behind him. Pewdie turned and watched Cry stumble into the kitchen, gripping the side of his head. He was still missing his shirt. "... Do I smell coffee...?"
"Yes." Pewdie said, turning back to the fruit.
Cry rubbed an eye before grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring some coffee in it
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Pewdie had been tidying up the kitchen from a breakfast they had earlier. He hadn't bothered cleaning it, yet. He'd been a little distracted. Marzia had walked in while he was sweeping and glanced around.
"I don't really feel like cooking, tonight." She said bluntly. "Did you want to cook?"
"Not really. I can go out and get us all something to eat, though." Pewdie suggested.
Marzia shrugged. "You just cleaned the kitchen. I can go out and get the food."
"Wow. You're such a trooper." Pewdie said dryly, then kissed her before she walked out to get on her coat and shoes.
"Cry," She called into the apartment. "Is there anything in specific you want, tonight?"
There was a slight silence, then Cry opened his door. "You're getting food?"
"... Nothing in specific." He said after a moment.
"Alright," Marzia replied before walking out of the apartment, closing the door behind her.
The apartment went silent and Pewdie finished wiping a counter off before tossing
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Cry laid in the guest bed, half asleep. He couldn't actually fall asleep, but he was so tired... The stalemate that haunts everyone. He tried playing a game or two on his phone, and even listening to some music, but he couldn't seem to fall asleep.
Eventually, he got up and walked quietly to the kitchen, getting something - Anything - that could help him fall asleep. He grabbed some milk, warmed it up a little, got a glass of water, and walked back to the room.
Setting the water down, he drank the entire glass of milk, then took a sip of water. He hated the aftertaste of milk that one gets after a couple hours. He laid back down and closed his eyes, trying to sleep, forcing himself to not move at all.
Somehow, he actually managed to fall asleep, though he didn't remember when. But he woke with a start when he realized that someone was standing beside his bed, watching him. He blinked, trying to see in the darkness. At first, he thought it might be
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Three months literally dragged by for Cry. He worked on videos and tried his best to distract himself. He even looked into finding a girlfriend - It was hard to find a woman who hadn't heard of Cry. But, the date didn't go very well... Let's just leave it at that.
And when Pewdie offered for Cry to come back to Sweden for a little while, on the account that Cry told him he got a girlfriend, Cry didn't hesitate to accept. It was technically the truth - He did find a girlfriend, even if it was only for one date.
Pewdie carried some sheets to the guest room, changing the ones on the bed. Marzia saw him and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"I'm setting up the guest room." Pewdie said, tucking the sheet corners under the bed.
"... Is Cry coming back?"
Pewdie glanced back at her when she went silent and saw her face lit up a little. He gave her a confused smile. "What are you so happy about?"
"I'm just glad you two
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It's been only a couple days since Cry entered the hospital with his bullet wound. Luckily, Pewdie's friend should be discharged within the week.
Marzia walked into the living room, where Pewdie was sitting with his laptop on his knees. "Have you seen the paper?" Marzia asked him as she gripped a mug of tea. She had the newspaper tucked under her arm. "Cry's in it."
She handed the paper to Pewdie. Cry's story was on the front page, though he has remained anonymous by request. One particular part of the news clipping made him frowned.
Elliot Sigvard, 23, is charged for theft and attempted murder. He was sentenced to nineteen years in jail. Sigvard, who pleaded guilty to the shooting and theft, was given the chance be bailed from jail. Sigvard's parents payed to have their son out jail. Sigvard is now on probation and will...
Pewdie ignored the rest of it. "That's a little unsettling." He murmured.
"I'll say. It makes me wonder if he's going to come b
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Cry waited silently in the hallway, trying to calm himself before knocking on the door. He was standing outside Pewdie's door, gripping two pieces of luggage and a large black backpack slung over his shoulder.
Hesitantly knocking, Cry waited for someone to answer the door. He expected Pewdie to get Marzia to answer - Afterall, they hadn't left on very good terms. But, to his surprise, it was Pewdie who answered.
"Sup." Cry grinned, unable to help himself.
Pewdie grinned back, trusting Cry. "Hey, bro - Come on, you know where the guest room is." He beckoned his friend in.
Cry walked in, heading straight for the guest room. He felt like a prisoner who just got out of jail, but is still on probation - He had to watch were he stepped, had to make sure he didn't crunch any toes. He was definitely glad to be back, though.
Suddenly, Cry almost fell. An extra hundred pounds had just clung to his back, forcing him to use the wall to keep his balance. He
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The moment Cry closed his door, he started packing. He didn't know when he was leaving, but when he did, he wanted to be ready.
He stuffed all his packed bags under the bag, so it was all together. He left everything out except for his laptop, which he turned on and opened up the browser. He typed in the name of the nearby airport (Which he barely remembered) and searched for the flight times.
The door opened, Pewdie sticking his head in hesitantly.
"What?" Cry asked, not looking up.
"What's wrong with you? I try doing something nice to help you, and you freak the hell out." Pewdie frowned.
"Because I don't want a girlfriend..." Cry murmured, his tone slightly aggravated. "... You know that. I don't understand why you can't see that." He looked back at his laptop. "The fact that you tried to set me up with a random chick hurts."
Pewdie glanced behind him, then stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Cry, I can't stand to watch you do this to yo
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The red, orange, and blue.
Reach for it,
stinging pain pulses;
Love is a lot like fire:
someone always gets burned.
Don't play with fire.
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Crash and burn.
He use to breathe.
He use to laugh.
He use to be in middle school.
He use to like the color green.
He was the youngest,
With glasses too.
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on reflective surfaces of pearls.
Her head was full of chocolate curls,
that began to dance when she twirls.
Her eyes are brown with green tents,
when she smiles, her cheek's dent.
The color of her cheeks are rose,
chunky glasses sit on her nose.
Her skin is white and pure like snow,
But that's as far as her innocence goes...
She reads all the time,
staying up late,
to get it all down,
to keep it all straight.
It's scary to think that she looks like me,
all nerdy, predictable, and five foot three.
At the end of the day,
it turns to night;
she fades away,
from lack of light.
without a good-bye.
She doesn't miss me.
She doesn't cry.
Low and behold,
I will see her again;
without a heart felt greeting,
the only question is when.
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This is the last nightmare I'm dreaming;
This is the last step I'm taking,
This is the last idea I'm thinking.
This is the last button I'm pushing,
This is the last time I'm crying;
This is the last change I'm making,
This is the last pain I'm having.
This is the last person I'm loving,
This is the last sight I'm seeing;
This is the last heart I'm breaking,
This is the last game I'm playing.
This is the last barrier I'm beating,
This is the last dress I'm wearing;
This is the last stripe I'm whipping,
This is the last note I'm writing.
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I am told,
To the screaming silence,
To the rivers of gold.
To the winter's night,
To the summer's day,
To the moon's sight,
To the kids at play.
To the earth's song,
To the mother's cry,
To the warrior's gong,
To the leader's try.
To the butterfly's wings,
To the first place winner,
To the children's swings,
To the unknown sinner.
To the broken hearts,
To the angel's heaven,
To the artist's arts,
To the wanted's safe haven.
To the rich's money,
To the poor's life,
To the bees' honey,
To the kitchen's knife.
MonologueInspiration,Monologue in Free Verse More Like This
can be anything,
and come at
It can flow
a ripple in
an ocean of
I have to write
it down. To keep
it all straight.
Being able to
able to see,
things that people
miss. Being able
no one is able
to fathem. It's
not black or
white, I see.
I see the rainbow,
Expressing hidden emotions,
apologizing for something
you couldn't help.
That's what poetry does for
me. Remain a secret, an
anonymous tip. So, no one
truly knows me.
KinleyAirplane,Kinley in Free Verse More Like This
Crash and burn.
I knew that person.
She use to breathe.
She use to laugh.
She use to play volley ball.
She use to play Clarinet.
She use to sit in the seat in front of me.
She use to like the color orange.
She use to be #20.
What if the next is someone closer?
I can't risk that.
GraysonAirplane,Grayson in Free Verse More Like This
Crash and burn.
He use to breathe.
He use to laugh.
He use to play soccer.
He use to like the color blue.
He use to be #9.
He was the oldest,
Almost out of high school.
Happily Never After...And they lived happily ever after.Happily Never After in Free Verse More Like This
Happily ever after
Is only for fairytales.
Happily ever after
Is a fantasy away from reality.
If happily ever after was real,
I wouldn't cry,
You wouldn't leave,
We could be fine,
But the joke would be on me.
You weren't Prince Charming.
I wasn't a princess.
Only in my nightmares,
Are we together.
I guess we weren't meant to be,
But, to me,
You're my everything.
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 7Lucy smiled happily at the shiny little packages in front of her. She still couldn't believe the old man had accepted the apology! What did Natsu say to convince him?! Lucy thought a long time but then decided to let it slip for now. She would just ask Natsu after all that. Now she had to sleep, tomorrow was the big day! She leaned back into the pillows, closed her eyes, a bright smile on her face.Fairy Tail Fanfic part 7 in Short Stories More Like This
The sun shined brightly the next day, she seemed to try to make this day as beautiful as she could, just because she wanted whole Fairy Tail to celebrate happily.
The guild was moving wildly, everyone had their own things to prepare for the party. Elfman, Gray and some other guys arranged chairs and tables in the biggest room of the guild, Mira, Lisanna and the rest of the girls were busy cooking or decorating and a lot of people were out of town to find even the most distant members of Fairy Tail and invite them to the big party.
Master watched all of that calmly from the roof, 250 year
Fairy Tail fanfic part 6The door opened and a familiar silhouette came in.Fairy Tail fanfic part 6 in Short Stories More Like This
"Natsu?" Lucy whispered. The master had turned of the lights when going out so she could get some rest. She had been nearly asleep when the person entered the room.
Natsu didn't say anything, he just turned on the light next to her bed and sat down glaring at her. "Master sent me to help you with something." His voice sounded so cold, not like the normal Natsu at all.
"I know you're angry at me" whispered Lucy. "but could you please go to some places for me today? Afterwards you can be mad at me for forever. I would do it myself, but it seems like I'm not supposed to leave this bed for the next days...."- Or weeks, she thought.
Natsu didn't answer. "Come on Natsu, please! Please, just do it for me! Just this one time! I really need you right now! I promise you, I will never go to a mission alone anymore! I will only team up with you and Happy from now on! You can do anything to me! Just please, go to town for me!"
Lucy sighed in relief
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 2Natsu sat at the bar, not looking happy at all while thinking about Lucy facing a dangerous animal. What if something happened?! Who would help her when she was all alone by herself?!Fairy Tail Fanfic part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking about this made him sick so he stood up and took a look at the request board. One job caught his eye, a group of weak bandits had taken over a little village. Nothing serious, though there was quite a lot of money to win. Maybe he could persuade Lucy to do that job with him after she came back and rested some days. He would even give her his part of the reward if she wanted the money so badly. He didn't really need it anyway and if he could persuade her like that, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. He didn't want to see Lucy going off on a job on her own anymore. It made his chest shrink and his heart ache, and while she was away he desperately waited for her return, scared to death something could have happened to her. When he told Happy about it, he was prepared for any kind of joke, but indeed Hap
Fairy Tail fanfic part 5Lucy woke up to the sound of voices. As she opened her eyes she saw the worried faces of Natsu, Happy, Erza, Levy and Mira right next to her.Fairy Tail fanfic part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Levy cried out in relief:" Lu-chan you're awake!!!!! I thought you were going to die!" Erza could barely stop her from grabbing Lucy and twirling her around. Tears flew over Levy's face as she mumbled even more things that no one could understand.
Mira stood up and said:" I'll tell master you're awake." She turned around and went out of the room. Just now Lucy realized that she was in the infirmary of the guild. How had she come here? How did she survive? She looked at Natsu and Happy, who hadn't said anything at all 'til now. Happy looked at her without any reaction for a moment, then slowly stood up and approached her. When he stood next to her face, Lucy saw how suddenly tears flew down his face. "Don't ever do that again!" he cried. "Don't dare to go on a job without Natsu and me ever again! I will not let you go anymore! You're my mommy! You
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 3Lucy stood eye in eye with the monster, her whip in one and her keys in the other hand. "Open, gate of the golden bull! Taurus!"Fairy Tail Fanfic part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Taurus appeared and immediately attacked the animal. Lucy moved in the same moment and the two of them interacted in perfect harmony. While Lucy distracted the monster with her whip, Taurus started wounding it and in five minutes everything was already over.
Lucy smiled and thanked Taurus. "Lucy-chan, as long as I can help you achieve your goal, I'll do anything!" "Oh Taurus thanks a lot, I really appreciate all of your help. Now go back and rest a bit, you must be exhausted from the fight." "Yes I really am, but you should rest as well. You don't look to good to me." Taurus' voice became serious. "Everyone in stellar world is worried about you. Please don't over stress yourself. Take a rest once in a while." "I know, I'm planning to rest soon, just a few more missions and I'll be done." She smiled. Taurus didn't seem persuaded, but he no
fairy tail fanfic part 4Lucy sighed. She knew herself that she was at her limit. She was barely able to stand, she hadn't eaten regularly for weeks, not to mention the loss of sleep. But she needed to do this, no matter how hard it was. She was nearly done, the only thing left to buy was the ring. If she did that last job, the money would just be enough for that.fairy tail fanfic part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
While lost in thoughts, Lucy didn't notice the noises next to her. Too late, she realized that the animal had not been dead, it had just been knocked out by Taurus. Before she could do anything a sharp pain raised through her arm where the monster had bitten her. She cried in pain and tried to get a hold of her keys, but they had fallen into the mud and with the monster right next to her, she couldn't search for them. She reached out for her whip and just blindly hit in the direction of the attacker. Several times she felt pain raising through her body and her leg began to get numb. Finally, by chance, the whip tored itself around the animal's throat
Fairy Tail Fanfic final part (part 8)After a while, everyone was just dancing, singing, eating and drinking until master once again started speaking. He announced the people who wanted to give speeches. One after the other, the most important and known people of Fairy Tail spoke about the guild and how much they liked it. On the end of every speech, the people cheered and many started crying as did the speakers.Fairy Tail Fanfic final part (part 8) in Short Stories More Like This
Finally Master said: "Now, I want to announce someone, who maybe isn't one of the most known members of the guild, but non the less as important as anyone. I'm sure she looks most beautiful today and we're all happy that she's still here with us. Lucy, would you please come up to the front here?"
Lucy smiled and somehow managed to get up from her wheelchair. With Levy's help, she climbed up on the stage and sat down on the chair arranged especially for her.
The people watched her curiously, especially the bag that lay next to her.
"Hey people..." Lucy's voice was shaking, " it's great to be here. I am so honored,
Fairy Tail Fanfic"Mira, I want to do that job!" Lucy pointed out to a little notice on the request board.Fairy Tail Fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure?" Mira's voice from behind the bar sounded worried, "you did a lot of jobs lately. You should give your body some rest. And why are you always going alone? Did you and Natsu have a fight?"
Lucy shook her head. She picked the job notice and approached the bar.
"No not at all, I just decided that it's time for me to do more jobs alone. I don't want to be a burden for the others anymore."
Mira didn't seem happy with that kind of reason, but she nodded and looked at the notice in Lucy's hand. "Wow that's quiet a lot of money! What are you gonna do with it? Your rent for the next six months must be paid already!"
"Let's just say I need it for something else " Lucy smiled weirdly, turned around and walked off with a "I'm off then, for the job ".
Some minutes later, Natsu came into the guild. He looked kind of sad, just like Happy, who wasn't flying cheerfully next to him like alwa
Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,Things I'll Never Say in Free Verse More Like This
Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty shelf.
Like how I make myself bleed every day
Even though I know I can’t go on this way.
Like how I maybe want someone to see
And for them to somehow help me.
But nobody will ever help me,
Because those are all the things I’ll never say.
Name MeDon't call me childish,Name Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you treat me like a child.
Don't call me crazy,
When you drive me wild.
Don't ask me for help,
When you've left me to drown.
Don't ask me to smile,
When you've made me frown.
Don't make me fight,
When you can't defend.
Don't make me be honest,
When you can't pretend.
Don't tell me to dream,
When you're my nightmare.
Don't damn me to hell,
When you're my only prayer.
Do save yourself;
It's too late for me.
Do ignore the rules;
For me, set yourself free.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
AnxietySometimes,Anxiety in Free Verse More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.To See You Again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’d drown in blood and choke on death,
I’d release my dying breath
All to see you again.
I’d swing from a rope to see you again.
I’d let go and join the black sky,
I’d scream, scream until I die
All to see you again.
I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.
I’d rewire my veins and run lights,
I’d pick unwinnable fights
All to see you again.
I’d embrace red flames to see you again.
I’d play in roads and with knives too,
I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;
I’d have to,
To see you again.
I Need FeminismI need feminism becauseI Need Feminism in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s acceptable to call me a slut.
I need feminism because
It’s okay for a guy to slap my butt.
I need feminism because
It’s my own fault if a man rapes me.
I need feminism because
I should look good for men to see.
I need feminism because
People think it means ‘anti-man’.
I need feminism because
I can’t do things that men can.
I need feminism because
Girls think it’s cool to shame each other.
I need feminism because
The world has higher hopes for my brother.
I need feminism because
My femininity makes me ‘weak’.
I need feminism because
If I act masculine I’m a ‘freak’.
I need feminism because
My boobs are my ‘best quality’.
I need feminism because
I believe in equality.
Cat LadyWhen I grow oldCat Lady in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the crazy cat lady
all the neighbors talk about.
I will dwell
in a house of sycamore
and live off taffy and gin,
and paint my ceilings yellow.
I will dangle carrots
off the clothesline
and only bathe on Sundays.
I will keep 47 cats
(or maybe 63)
and give them names
like Cumberbund and Camembert
and let them sleep in the kitchen sink
where they can dream of midnight raids
on the pantry-
of sardines poached in pepper sauce
and mocking bird and beetle pie
and we will fish off the crumbling pier.
I will tie bells to their tails
to warn the birds
they are invited for a meal
and watch them flying over
their wings a tell tale
sigh of autumn weather.
And at night we will curl
up on the porch
fur bristling under blankets
and October's jumbled moon
to dream of chasing
mice among the rafters.
Grandmother's HouseHe hated his grandmother's houseGrandmother's House in Free Verse More Like This
with its heavy curtains
of the postman's tardy shoes,
and how the maid
rescued the newspaper
and poured the thin sherry
into tiny glasses
every night at six.
He loathed the claw foot sofas
with their cushions
shrinking from his trousers,
each plush thread recoiling
how unkempt he looked
and why his brother left.
He despised the birchwood beds
carved into sarcophagi
that flanked the radiators,
their pencil posts
poking the bodies of the willing
and how the bookcases groaned knowingly,
waiting for ominous words
to echo from the hallway
and beat down the keyholes.
But most of all
he hated the dining table
with its sallow wood
gleaming his reflection,
the china left
to fend for itself
and the cutlery
swallowing up the family
like a feast lost at noon.
KillersDo killers dream of oceans -Killers in Free Verse More Like This
tucked deep in a cocoon,
spooning their wives
nestled deep in the soft chaos
of their arms?
Do they walk their children
to school, coats neatly
buttoned against strangers,
and take their tiny hands
like wounded birds
in their own,
counting red cars
and clutching bouquets of
daisies for the teacher?
Can they cook chicken soup
like their grandmothers did -
fistfuls of parsley and thyme
to soothe the iron pot,
stirring carrots and potatoes
with the first shift
of autumn's silver maple?
Do they make sandcastles
and leave their footprints
in the middle of July
and count the starfish
that nudge and wink in
the tidepools, their mottled
fingers pointing east?
Or have they only debris -
a life skewed and stretched
beyond human and the
sudden drop of pressure,
a lost companion,
dreading what wells up
from the surface and
sucks them underneath?
Tinderbox HeartTinderbox Heart in Free Verse More Like This
In the puddle-drummed madness
of the dawn,
we find ourselves
topple-winged and cresting
like young colts,
the trees closing their eyes
at our haste.
treble-footed and deft,
through a green that yawns -
the mist clinging,
sweet sod of daybreak,
and your thrum-breasted heart
warm as a tinderbox
left beating at my feet.
Girl WantedI want a girlGirl Wanted in Free Verse More Like This
with her eyes closed
(in black and white)
and does not drink chamomile tea.
She does not watch movies
by Nicholas Sparks
and thinks God
really is Morgan Freeman
or someone she has not met
She reads Goethe, Sartre
and knows Orlando
is more than just
She wears plain white tees
and jeans so faded
her skin has lost its
and her shoes
chew the pavement
with real distinction.
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world