Hansel and Gretel and Marlene 1By now, we all know the story of Hansel and Gretel. That, Once Upon A Time, a poor family decided to 'lighten the load' by dumping their children in the middle of the woods, and, while searching for their way home, the brother and sister came upon a house made of candy. In that house lived a witch, who forced the girl to become her slave, and locked up the boy, and fattened him up for consumption. But, right before the witch was to cook him, the sister saved her brother by pushing the witch into the stove, burning her alive, leaving the two siblings to live happily ever after.Hansel and Gretel and Marlene 1 in Settings More Like This
But, as you may of guessed, that's not the whole story. There was a life before Once Upon A time and after Happily Ever After. There's even a story within the story. But, most importantly, was was someone else. Someone else in the story just as important as the two siblings, their parents, and the witch. You may not of heard of her, but, her tale must be told. And her name is Marlene.
Hansel and Gretel and Marlene 2MARLENEHansel and Gretel and Marlene 2 in Settings More Like This
HANSEL= "Marlene! What took you so long?" I walked up to the tree, and sat down right next to him, with Gretel sitting on a branch right above me. As I sat down, I notice a bag on the opposite side of Hansel.
MARLENE= "My parents were having company. I had to come up with an ingenious way to get out of the house, without making eye-contact with the guests. What you got there?"
HANSEL= "Oh, just some goodies I got from the market place."
GRETEL= "And when he says 'got', he means 'stole'."
MARLENE= "I expected as much." Remember when I said the twins' family was poor? They were more than just poor; they were dirt poor. Their parents couldn't even afford to feed everyone at the same time! Because of that, Hansel often would shoplift food. Everyone knew he did it, they just haven't caught him yet.
MARLENE= "You know that, one of these days, old man Beers is gonna catch you stealing."
HANSEL= "I doubt that." Hansel reached into his bag, and pulled
Petey and Minnie 20Petey's POVPetey and Minnie 20 in Settings More Like This
I did not want to go down stairs. I woke up in a lot of pain and realized that Minnie knew. I was doing so well, but with everything that happened at that party, I cracked. Looking around, it seemed like Minnie cleaned up my mess. I go to the bathroom to clean myself and to check my weight. Shawn and Stan say that it makes things worse, but I can't help it. Holy fucking shit! I gained four pounds!
I finish up, get dressed for work, take my pills, and, *sigh* go down stairs and hope that I didn't fuck things up too much.
MINNIE= "Petey, are you up?" Shit.
PETEY= "Yeah." Time to explain myself. She was in the kitchen working on something.
PETEY= "Minnie, I..."
MINNIE= "I assumed that your tummy still hurts, so I made you some tea to settle your stomach and some toast so you can have some breakfast without getting too sick. Now, you should start to feel better early this afternoon, so..." She handed me the drink
Petey and Minnie 13Petey's POVPetey and Minnie 13 in Settings More Like This
???= "OPEN THE DOOR FATASS!" I hope to God that's not who I think it is. As I open the door, my fear is comfermed: it's my brother Jimi.
JIMI= "Finally! Jesus Christ, how fat are you planning on getting?" He just walked in, bumping into me on perpose.
PETEY= "What the fuck do you want, Jimi?" Thank God Minnie is in the shower and doesn't have to see this.
JIMI= "You act like all I ever do is rag on you."
PETEY= "That is all you do, now, why are you here?" Jimi is about three years younger than me, two inches shorter than me, and about three hundred pounds lighter than me. He loves to rub that last one in.
JIMI= "I here to ask you if you're going to Dads New Years Eve charity ball next week? You know, to see if he needs to have the floors reinforced. HA!" He always laughs at his own jokes. Each year, my dad throws this huge party, partly for charity, mostly for good publicity.
PETEY= "Fuck, I don't know.
Over Matter 1VirginiaOver Matter 1 in Settings More Like This
I'm weird. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'm weird. My name is Virginia White, and, for the first eight years of my life, I lived in Greeley, Colorado with my mother. I never met my father(he ran off before I was born), but, from what everyone says about him, he was about fifty years older than my mother, and he never stayed in one place for too long(probably one of the reasons he left).
I never really minded that my dad wasn't in the picture, cause my mom took good enough care of me. That is, she took care for the first few years. Then, she started to develop some serious mental issues, and started keeping me locked away in a closet. When I missed three days of school, teachers got worried, and cops were sent over to my place. When my mom saw the police cars, she panicked, and tried to set the house on fire, with the both of us still inside. Luckily, the fire didn't spread beyond one room, and the cops were able to get the two of us out, sa
Petey and Minnie 9Petey's POVPetey and Minnie 9 in Settings More Like This
MINNIE= "Oh my God, this place is huge!"
PETEY= "I told you that." She bolted into my place while Shawn and I unload the car. I knew my house was big, but I never thought of it as huge. It's around the same size as the other houses on this street(so I guess the other houses are 'huge' too), two-stories, a light-yellow color, and surrounded by palm trees.
While Minnie was inside, I decided to have a chat with Shawn.
PETEY= "Hey Shawn, can I ask you something?"
SHAWN= "Sure, what?" He was STILL playing with the dog(a German Shepard, by the way).
PETEY= "Can you not tell Minnie about my 'issues'? Its just, she's going through all this shit, and I don't want her to think that she's living with a crazy person."
SHAWN= "Oooooohhhhhhh...I get it. I won't tell her. Petey, you little scamp, you!"
PETEY= "Damnit Shawn, it's not like that at all! I will tell her even..."
MINNIE= "YOU HAVE A POOL?!?" She was sticking her head out the seco
Petey and Minnie 7Petey's POVPetey and Minnie 7 in Settings More Like This
SHAWN= "Petey, I need your car."
PETEY= "What? You disappear for ten minutes and..."
SHAWN= "I know, I know. Denise's best friend needs to move out, and you have a bigger car than me." I paused the game we were playing, cause this is going to be a while.
PETEY= "If this person needs to move, than rent a truck."
SHAWN= "It's not like that. She's moving out of her boyfriend's apartment. He cheated on her and she has cancer an..."
PETEY= "FINE! I'll pick you up and just tell me where to go."
PETEY= "So, what does she look like?"
SHAWN= "I'll know when I see her."
PETEY= "I swear to God, Shawn, if she's anything like Den..."
SHAWN= "Park the car, I think I see her." Once I pull over, Shawn runs out and towards a small, bald woman crying underneath a tree. She looked so delicate. They talked for a while before he helped her up.
Petey and Shawn 37Shawn's POVPetey and Shawn 37 in Settings More Like This
Within a few weeks, Petey will have to take the stand, and I'm more worried about him than ever. It just seems like that the closer he gets to the court date, the more coke he does. I take it upon myself to visit him everyday, to see how he's holding up.
Today was no different. As I walk up to his doorway, I see the keys still in the door. He either forgot of doesn't care. I unlock the door, and see Petey asleep on his couch,wrapped up in a blanket. I look around and see the the place is a mess. The ashtray was filled to the brim with used up cigarettes. There was garbage pretty much everywhere. The house stank of a mixture of smoke, sweat, vomit, and blood. It hurts, knowing that the guy who stood up for me as little kids, was living like this.
I walk over to him, and give his shoulder a little shake. His eyes flutter open and sees me. His eyes were so bloodshot, that they looked like roses.
SHAWN= "Rough night?"
PETEY= "You have no idea." I
Petey and Minnie 50Denise's POVPetey and Minnie 50 in Settings More Like This
DENISE= "RUBY! STAY WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!" So, Minnie and I are in the local park, Ruby was with her friends, playing with Duke, and Rachel was sleeping in her stroller. We were sitting across from each other on a park bench.
DENISE= "So, Minnie, hows life with the Anti-Chist?" She started to tear up! What the fuck, she's heard me call him worse things.
DENISE= "God damnit, I'm sorry, Minnie."
MINNIE= "It's not that. It's just, I don't know what to do!"
DENISE= "Minnie, I have no clue what you're talking about. What is going on?"
MINNIE= "I'm worried about Petey. He hasn't been sleeping, like, at all! He's working himself to death just to get money to fix the house! I'm scared for his sanity, I mean, he was a drug addict with an eating disorder and suicidal tendencies!"
As she continued talking, I realized I had no idea how much she loved that nutty tub of lard.
MINNIE= "...And it seems like every idea I come up wi
Johnny, Are You...62Well, Johnny and I have been going out for about a month, and we couldn't be happier. I've been teaching him a ton about gay history(in fact, I'm planning a road trip to San Francisco, and give him a tour of the Castro District), and, Johnny's getting me into theater. I've also told Johnny about Marigold, and, he even went with me, to put flowers on her grave. Johnny also just got a role in 'Spring Awakening'(he play's one on the leads, and even got second billing!).Johnny, Are You...62 in Settings More Like This
Speaking of which, Charlie has also got a part, but, in a different play. He's gonna be the lead in a play that(I kid you not) is called 'Fat Pig'(it's about a fit man who falls for a big girl). Charlie has also moved in with his girlfriend. Turns out, the biggest issue they had was that Charlie was always watching over Johnny, and, once Johnny didn't need to be looked after anymore, Charlie was able to work things out with Laura.
Despite everything I thought about Tyler, he still lives next door. He hasn
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away in Free Verse More Like This
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...STALKER in Free Verse More Like This
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:You Will Pay in Free Verse More Like This
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:She Waits For Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom
The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity
Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee
Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!
But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...
"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012
...I know what you're thinking.... in Free Verse More Like This
It's obvious when I look at your face.
'He's a coward, he's immature, he's foolish'
And you're right...
I can't live up to your standards.
The pressure, the pace, the overload of information.
I can't take it.
I don't know what I'm doing!
And I don't understand...
I'm not you.
I don't know what it's like to feel normal...
But what I do know, is what's in front of me,
And to me, it's frightening!
I really want to change myself,
(Because I hate myself...)
But please, understand, it's not that easy,
It's never easy, when you don't understand.
When you go through each day feeling different.
Because I'm not you...
But if 'you' are what I have to be,
Then I'm afraid I would rather not be, at all!
EyesThey told me not to look,Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Proverbs 14:12Characters: (Yami) Bakura, Ryou, (Yami) Marik, MalikProverbs 14:12 in Drama More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: It involves religion, which might bother some people. And some swearing. YGO belongs to whoever owns it, but the plot is mine. Also, Marik=yami, Malik=hikari.
"But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."
"This was a shit idea, Ryou."
Malik stood awkwardly in the center aisle as Ryou slipped a ten dollar bill into the charity box. "Besides, when you said this was a field trip, this isn't what I'd pictured."
Ryou smiled at him. "I like it here."
"Oh, well, since we're doing what you like"
"You'll like it too, Malik."
The cathedral was really the whole nine yards; nondenominational but clearly well-funded, dripping with stained glass and candles and an organ that reached for the ceiling. The air was slow-moving and thick, steeped with incenseincense, no, it's smoke, smoke from the candles, it
RetrospectPairing: (Yami) Marik/RyouRetrospect in Drama More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: I dunno.....begging? YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
"Don't. I can't even look at you right now."
"Shut up, Ryou."
"I only wanted"
"I don't know what to do! He won't even talk to me!"
"What you did was stupid."
"I know that, yami! At least, I know it now."
"You shouldn't have hit him."
"Malik, did you see what he did to himself?!"
"He did it for you, you know."
"That makes it so much worse."
"You think I would've noticed. It takes a while to do something like this."
"Bakura, this isn't your fault."
"Obviously. I'm too fucking pissed at Ryou for it to be my fault."
"I talked to Marik. I thought maybe, as his hikari, I could reason with him."
"Did it work?"
"I don't know."
"Please don't! Marik, please! I'm sorry!"
"No, pleasejust listen to me"
"I don't want
SettledPairing: (Yami) Marik/Malik, slight (Yami) Marik/RyouSettled in Drama More Like This
Warnings: Swearing, plate smashing, slight lime. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
The pharaoh discovers him eventually.
The door slams open and Yami stalks in, rage making him handsome in a deadly way. "What are you doing?"
Marik looks up from his book. "I didn't realize that reading wasn't self-explanatory."
"Don't you play your mind games with me," he snaps, "How are you still alive?"
"You tell me," Marik drawls. "You're the mighty and wise pharaohwhat would lowly scum like me know?"
"I could kill you right now."
They're quiet for a long time before the Egyptian says, "This world has taken a toll on you."
Yami arches an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"You're different." Marik shrugs. "I don't know if that's good or bad, but it's true." He closes the book and stands, enjoying that Yami flinches. "The point is that if you were really going to k
CravingPairing: (Yami) Marik/RyouCraving in Humor More Like This
Rating: T, bordering on M. NSFW version link in author's comments.
Warnings/Disclaimers: Prolly some swearing, making out. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, hikari=Malik, yami=Marik.
Ryou is heroin and feathers
And Marik is addicted because he likes things that don't make sensehe's one of those things, and he's also an egomaniac, so go figure. If Bakura is vinegar and broken glass and bite, he would've expected Ryou to be honey and silk and some other cuddly bullshit.
It took Ryou about three minutes to prove him wrong. Bakura timed it and everything.
Marik follows Malik to school because he's bored and all of the neighborhood children have learned by now to stay away from the man with strange hair. The spare uniform itches and is tight where it shouldn't be, but the look on Malik's face this morning when he announced he was coming was well-worth any minor discomfort. Even now, his hikari keeps
HauntedPairing: None, just the Bakuras.Haunted in Drama More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: Swearing, as usual. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
He was always fucking there.
Bakura only noticed him slightly at firstglimpses out of the corner of his eye and in mirrors. When he possessed Ryou's body, he could always feel him lurking behind his back, but he was ethereal. A ghost. Intangible.
At least, he was in the beginning.
Throughout Battle City, Bakura saw him progressively deepen. There was no other way to explain it. He started out translucent, but quickly filled in with color and shape and depth, like some perverse balloon; two-dimensional until you pumped it full of air and gave it life. By the time Bakura came back in his own body after a short stint in the Shadow Realmdamn Malik and his inability to fucking duelhe found that his infuriating stalker looked almost real. Almost. There was somethin
BawdPairing: (Yami) Bakura/SetoBawd in Humor More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: Almost sex? Is that a warning? Groping? Prostitution, sort of. Swearing. YGO belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot of this story is mine.
“You’re a fucking tall cunt, aren’t you?”
Kaiba grit his teeth, tightening his grip on his coffee cup and attempting to focus on his book. He would not be baited into a conversation with this heathen.
“How are you comfortable, all cramped like that?” The heathen chuckled. “Although, if your neck breaks from holding up that big head of yours too long, at least your knees will be there to catch it.”
He shifted, knocking his knees against the table. His unwelcome visitor snorted and leaned farther over the low, wrought-iron fence that separated the café from the street. It cast a shadow across Kaiba’s book, and he turned to Bakura and snapped, “Do you mind? I’m on vacation.”
Bakura grinned, backlit by
PrimaryPairing: (Yami) Bakura/YugiPrimary in Drama More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: Swearing, little bit of making out, and I think that's it. YGO belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine.
Bakura wakes up under a warm, thick blanket. This, certainly, wasn't his bed.
"Oh, you're up." He wasn't alone, either. "How're you feeling?"
Bakura rolled over and slung an arm over his face. "Like kicking some children. Where am I?"
The bed shifts as someone sits down next to him. "My house."
The thief's eyes crack open. Fuck. "What?" He sat up, moving past Yugi to grab his shirt and sling it over his head. "I fell asleep here?"
Yugi rolls his eyes. "No, you actually fell asleep downstairs." He lifts his arm so Bakura can snatch his pants. "I dragged you up here."
Bakura snarls. "Cheeky, aren't you?" He's halfway into his pants before he realizes what Yugi was implying. "You dragged mewhy would" Bakura scowls. "The pharaoh is home?"
"Yeah." The boy fidgets and looks downhe can
Taxi ServicePairing: Bakura/Ryou if you squintTaxi Service in Humor More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: A tiny bit of swearing and gore. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it is that owns it, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
Through months of rigorous experimentation, Ryou discovered that his biggest pet peeve was people knocking on the door of his apartment at three in the morning.
Actually, no. His biggest pet peeve was people knocking on the door of his apartment at three in the morning and saying, "Does this belong to you? I found him at insert-bizarre-location-here."
Ryou often thought that if he wasn't such a nice guy, he would really get into the habit of slamming doors in people's faces.
This time, however, it was closer to two. And no one knocked. Ryou was jolted awake by the jarring sound of his phone vibrating against the wooden nightstand where he put it. The screen read Private Number, but Ryou knew there was only one person who would call him this lateor early, depending on how
SecondaryPairing: (Yami) Bakura/Ryou, (Yami) Marik/Ryou, past (Yami) Bakura/YugiSecondary in Drama More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: Sequel to PRIMARY. Swearing, violence, implied domestic violence, swearing. YGO belongs to whoever it is it belongs to, but the plot of this story is mine. Also, Malik = hikari, Marik = yami.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a fucking moron?"
To his credit, Bakura doesn't jump as he walks into Ryou's room, but he does throw a dirty look to his hikari on the bed. "What?"
Ryou crosses his arms behind his head. "Yugi called me. You broke his wrist."
"'Oops'?" Ryou sits up, scowling. "Really? I leave dinner with my father for 'oops'? Yugi actually loves you, you know."
Bakura pulls out Ryou's desk chair and sinks into it, propping his feet up on the desk. "You're trying so hard to make it sound like you care. Color me impressed." Thinking better of it, he rises from the chair, stalking over to the bed. "I thought you'd be happy. Not necessarily less jealous, ma
SoakedPairing: (Yami) Marik/Ryou, one-sided Bakura/RyouSoaked in Drama More Like This
Warnings/Disclaimers: Some swearing. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
Ryou wakes up to someone looming over him.
"Oh, it's you." He sits up and presses the heel of his hand into his temple. "Well, Bakura isn't here and I don't exactly understand why you thought raking your hair to incredible heights will help you defeat Yugi, but you look even more ridiculous that usual."
Marik arches an eyebrow and laughs. "So you're the other Bakura?"
"You tell me. Some days I'm not sure anymore." Ryou notices a cup next to his bed, its orange contents smelling ominously of bleach and air freshener. "What is that?"
"Oh, I'm not sure." Marik shrugs. "I rummaged around the utility closets and picked up all the bottles with skulls on them. I'm sure it will be tangy."
"God, you're a bigger idiot than I thought." The boy glares up at Marik. "If you're waitin
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
Her eyes scream fill in the _____.They saidHer eyes scream fill in the _____. in Free Verse More Like This
she has starving
little poet fingers,
the heroic hearts
of nameless protagonists.
But, she cries
tears of Saturn
on too-little-sleep nights,
& coffee ringed mornings.
They call her vanilla.
much too ripe to fall
with freckles on her
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
astrology.i lost my cigarettes today whileastrology. in Free Verse More Like This
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.
& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-
( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )
There's a devil in my bottleThere's a devil in my bottleThere's a devil in my bottle in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he's offering me a trade
one singeing little sip
and he'll burn my memories away,
and I let him burn
the remnants of it down
and from his little bottle
I began to drown.
There's a devil at my doorstep
he's offering me a deal
if I burn it to the ground
my sadness he will steal
and I let him in
to take from me
all the things I don't want
or can't agree
There's a devil on my shoulder
he's giving me choice
let life drain what's left
or pull the trigger just once
and I want to listen to him
what else should I do
the devil's already here
so hell must be here too.
There's a devil in my heart
he likes to speak to me
with petty lies and cheap dreams
and pathetic arsonies
and I ignore him,
I leave him be,
cause not matter how alluring he is
I Apologize For My ArtI apologize for my poetryI Apologize For My Art in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For its utter lack of sincerity
For taking and stating views
That no one even asked of me
That ,though my words try their hardest
That they'll never understand
The pain they try to express...
The feelings they make bland
Through my attempts to describe
The tears that I'll never cry,
The small fears placed
Upon the wings of flies
In the hope they can be swatted away.
I apologize for my poetry
For its utter inability
To protect you from its own fallacies.
I apologize for my art
For its utter lack of heart
It asks for to believe in it
Begs for you to love its message
And offers to comfort you
And advise you on damage
It could never truly know,
And for that I apologize.
But I won't apologize for trying...
I won't apologize for trying to understand
For trying to transcribe their ink dripped hearts.
I won't apologize for trying
To use my words to try
And empathize with that young girl
With bottle of pills
Trying to think a reason not t
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
TWBMWC ch4Chapter 4 Blue LetterTWBMWC ch4 in Teen More Like This
Today things are going to change. Because the boy looked at you with his bright bright eyes and spoke to you with his honey smooth voice and smiled at you with his little boy grin, and he wrote you a note on a wrinkled and creased piece of paper with a summer grass green pen, and you arent willing to let that go.
In the back of Mr. Futhers eighth period American history class you reach over and touch the boy on his tan tan arm. He turns and fixes his bright bright eyes on you and he looks almost hopeful and you realize you dont have anything to say.
Your pale face flushes and your murky eyes drop to the ground but he laughs a deep musical laugh and you look up to see his eyes shinning like stars in the ocean. He has a gentle smooth smile on his face and he hands you another piece of paper.
This one is neat and crisp and free from wrinkles and creases and folds and the words are bright blue like his eyes and
relearning my ABCsrelearning my ABCs in Free Verse More Like This
A is for always.
B is for blenders and learning all the things we're not to put in them.
C is for calling you and knowing you'll always answer.
D is for dancing in the rain.
E is for everything that makes you smile.
F is for forever, and all the things that entails, however cliche.
G is for girls who would rather play in the mud.
H is for healing everything into beautiful scars.
I is for the identical rhythms of our hearts.
J is for jokes that're still funny five years later.
K is for killing time.
L is for all the life we have left.
M is for me and you.
N is for never letting go of everything we are.
O is for how opposite we can be.
P is for playing games and not caring how we sound.
Q is for our quickness to forgive and forget.
R is for rambling on and on for hours.
S is for seven/eleven, and all the trouble that became of that quest.
T is for taking the long way just to walk past the mound that may or may not look like a boob.
U is for understanding even the things not said.
V is fo
KeepFaceFaceless Children run in circles,KeepFace in Free Verse More Like This
like they know just where they're going,
and they make my fingers numb.
I fall asleep with my mask
firm across my face,
knee deep in sharp-toothed dreams
and chest high in running water.
I sometimes make strange faces,
and you'll have to deal with that.
I've gong ten rounds with a heart attack,
but I'm getting better.
I only hurt when it beats,
But don't worry,
it's slowing down.
We'd've had such a classy wedding,
but frowned upon,
like living in a grave.
The Faceless Children fall to the ground,
and they'd be screaming,
but the Monster stole their mouths.
I can hear him in my closet,
but he can't see me
if I keep my eyes shut tight.
I can't feel my hands around my neck.
I play games with my words,
you never know just what I mean.
But I swear I'd never lie. to you.
The Faceless Children crawl to the cliffs,
and I think they'd be laughing,
but the Monster stole their joy.
And I think my hands are rotting.
The hill rolls down to the sea,
soft green grass
MetaphoreA skeleton in rainbow colors,Metaphore in Free Verse More Like This
skin still peeling,
Star shine eyes
and hungry bones,
a clockwork heart,
a diamond soul.
Dreams the size
of canyon caves,
and slowly falling,
so keep on wishing,
lose it all,
and keep on beating.
and spiderweb veins,
Dreams the size of diamond eyes,
a clockwork heart,
a hungry soul.
TWBMWC ch5The Way Black Mixes With ColorTWBMWC ch5 in Teen More Like This
Chapter 5 Contrast and Compare
Your car a plain, unnoticeable silver and clean and empty. His car is purple and black and full of paper and books and clothes and he has to move a small pile of notebooks and shirts out of the way so you can sit in the front.
Your house is clean and tidy and spotless. His is chaotic and welcoming and lived in and he laughs his deep musical laugh as you stare around in awe.
Your family is quiet and aloof and dull. His is loud and energetic and entertaining and theres a mini food fight during dinner.
Your room is white and blank and empty. His is covered in posters and full of books and movies and he draws on your hand with a bright pink highlighter while you both sit on his bed and watch tv.
You like your plain, unnoticeable silver and clean and empty car, and you like your clean and tidy and spotless house, and you like your quiet and aloof and dull family, and you like your whi
How to Live pt2Can we learn from future mistakes and disappear into a river of broken glass,How to Live pt2 in Free Verse More Like This
swim through a crowd of half-conscious monsters.
Day by day fall apart to the tune of a funeral march,
when will ours play to join an army of forgotten memories?
This all is nothing,
buried in the clouds full of flame.
Can you run before you walk,
before fire rains from the sky and seas freeze into jagged peaks
that shred the echoes of agony.
Words pour from still lips and sing the screams
that break mountains into stones
that break break bones into dust.
Blown away on the still air across drowned lands and dried seas,
blown away from here to there.
Small Town LivingThis is just my luck, I finally meet someone out here whose NOT one hundred years old and hes quite possibly completely insane. Really now, what other explanation could there be for him to randomly demand I join him in a tree climbing adventure?Small Town Living in Humor More Like This
Are you crazy? I ask him bluntly. Might as well know what Im getting myself into.
But life can never be that simple and instead of answering the easy question he, no joke, giggles at me. He then pulls himself up into the tree so easily that for a split second I wonder if hes secretly a monkey, but then I realize how weird that makes me sound and return to my original point.
I just want to know if I can expect you to flip out any second now so Ill be ready to run, screaming for my life. I try to reason with him but I really shouldve known better. Theres no reasoning with the unbalanced.
He finally looks away from the sky,
MaybeSeven houes wasted,Maybe in Free Verse More Like This
our legs tangled together,
rolling you over in my mind.
seven days long.
Passing out on the couch
with you and a bottle
of Tennesse's finest.
Maybe I'm in love with someone else,
but maybe I like you a lot,
but you won't even remember.
They're prettier than me,
and we both know it.
But I think maybe
I've got more to offer.
Maybe one day you'll see it,
but maybe you won't.
Maybe we should be together,
maybe we couldn't.
Maybe I miss you a lot,
maybe you miss me too.
Missing YouI've learned what it's like to miss you,Missing You in Free Verse More Like This
and I never wanted to feel it again.
I never expected to miss you
when you're right there.
You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Please don't ever leave me.
it'll get better.
I'm gonna give you everything you want.
I'm gonna make your life so good."
Sadist - Chapter 7Sadist - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s late, and dark. There are hardly any people around, but still Zehnder walked around like he normally does. Esther is following him, joyful that she can finally be with him. Zehnder walked silently, and when he passes by anyone he only turns his head slightly to look at them; they never notice. He seemed to be looking for a worthy candidate.
After walking around for about an hour and a half, Zehnder finally sees someone that he feels like killing. The person seems to be young, maybe still or just out of college. They were walking a large dog, a German Shepard.
Zehnder muttered under his breath “What the hell kind of idiot walks a dog at this hour?” He began to walk across the street; they were still a little ways away from the dog walker. Esther began to follow him, but he turned around “No; you wait here.” Esther stopped obediently and waited.
Zehnder reached the other side of the street and began to approach the man with the dog. The man didn’t
Sadist - Chapter 3Sadist - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So close yet so far. Esther sat on her bed, looking into the beady black eyes of the blue horse plush. The tall man, he always seemed to disappear when she wasn’t looking. She just needed an opportunity to speak to him, to see if he remembers that day. But he didn’t even seem to notice her when it happened. He might not even know what he’s done for her.
Esther sighed, she wanted to go look for him some more; but first thing’s first, she needed a job.
* * *
Fortunately, Esther managed to find a job after quite a bit of searching. She was hired to work as a waitress at a local bar. It was a decent job, not too difficult or extreme; although it was a bother to have to work around drunken men.
One night when working at the bar, there was someone new among the usual rabble of alcoholics. He was sipping a beer while looking through some files. He had brown hair and a dark brown jacket on. As she passed by, Esther kept attempting to look at the files and read a sentenc
Sadist - Chapter 5Sadist - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Esther is wondering about the tall man again. She thinks she may have approached too strongly, but she was determined to talk with him again. She had the day off today, so she planned on looking for him again.
* * *
Esther walked around the park that she had seen the tall man in. It was still early in the day, but she wanted to see if she could find him. She passed by several people, but not the tall man. She thought she saw him once, but it turned out she was wrong. Plenty of times she smelled smoke, but they were just regular people smoking.
Then she decided to go deeper, Esther found the little dirt path that he was walking the other night. She followed it into the woods to look around. She didn’t want to get lost, so she stayed on the trail. Esther searched the trees and looked for a sign of him, but she found none.
She saw several animals, which was nice; a large stag, a frisky squirrel or two. Esther decided to try the more urban areas. She walked out of the f
Sadist - Chapter 4Sadist - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Awakened by the sound of beeping; Esther opened her eye slowly. She tried to open her right eye; but it wouldn’t open. Bringing her hand up to her face, she realized that the right side of her face was covered in bandages. It hurt when she touched them, so she turned her attention to the room she was in.
Observing the style of the room, Esther quickly realized that she was in a hospital. The beeping noise was coming from a heart rate monitor next to her bed. She felt lightheaded, and noticed that a blood pack was attached to her arm; she must have lost a lot of blood. She started to feel drowsy, so she went back to sleep.
* * *
Later when Esther woke up, two policemen entered her room. They questioned her about who did it; questions such as appearance, weapon, and motive. Esther answered these questions with “I don’t remember; it all happened so fast.” The policemen soon left, realizing that the poor girl was probably traumatized from the attack and was blocking
Meet Me At The ParkMeet Me At The Park in Short Stories More Like This
Bradley was waiting in the elevator going to the third floor. He was making a visit to his girlfriend Cindy at her apartment. When the elevator reached the floor the doors opened and he stepped out into the hall. On his way to the door Bradley passed by several unfamiliar people but didn’t stop to greet them, he just kept walking. When he arrived at her door he reached out to knock but stopped. There was a note on her door addressed to him:
Bradley, Meet me at the park. ~Cindy
It was a little odd, but Bradley shrugged it off and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, he thought he smelled something. It was a faint sinister smell, like smoke. One of the residents of the apartment building must be a smoker, he thought to himself. He disregarded it and walked back to the elevator.
* * *
Bradley arrived at the park. He got
I'm Nothing Without You - Part 2I'm Nothing Without You - Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
It was once again night. It seemed like another beautiful night, the stars were numerous and the moon was bright; occasionally hiding behind clouds only to reveal its stunning beauty once more.
Someone sat atop a building near the edge of the city, looking out towards the large lake. They were surrounded by bloody towels and used bandages. It was Kagekao, he had managed to make it to the city and find medical supplies in time to dress his own wounds.
It had been around a week since they were attacked by the shinigami. He could remember each scene as if it had only happened moments ago. He could remember holding Sadie in his arms, and then watching as she drifted away from him forever.
Kage was alone now, completely alone.
“It’s such a beautiful night, Kage. So beautiful . . . I wish I could go on more walks with you on nights like this but . . .”
“オレもしたい . . .” (I also wish that . . .) Kagekao looked out at
Sadist - Chapter 10Sadist - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Esther lied face down on her bed. Her face was red from crying, and she was still sobbing a little. What Zehnder had said kept playing in her mind. She tried to block it out; but it wouldn’t go away. She tried to tell herself that he was wrong. But that was the worst part. She knew he was right.
She could have had a normal happy life; playing with the other little children, growing up with friends, being in a home with happy parents. Parents who were alive. She thought about all of the things she had missed. Learning how to ride a bike with her father, learning how to sew with her mother, special moments like family vacations. But no. Zehnder killed her mother. There were to be no more happy family times. Only loneliness.
Esther rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. What would she do now? What could she do now? All she had to go on was the work at the bar, but even with that, it was hardly anything. She couldn’t go to college either.
Esther sighed. Now all there w
Sadist - Chapter 11Sadist - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the darkness of the early day, Esther walked quickly. It was almost twilight, the sun seemed like it would emerge from the horizon in a little bit. She sped up, that memory playing in her mind. That regained memory, and the memory of Zehnder the last time she saw him.
Esther looked around; but found no one. No cars, no people, not even a stray cat.
She looked around for anything; any clue or sign at all. Still, nothing. But then, finally, she found something. She saw a small spatter of blood, and then another, and another. She followed this trail of blood to a small parking lot next to a convenience store, only to be greeted by a gruesome mess.
Blood was all over the place. Esther couldn’t even tell how many people there were, they were all broken up. Blood, flesh, and gore covered the ground, in many places you couldn’t even see the asphalt underneath. Faces had been smashed against the wall, arms had been torn off and tossed away, and bones had been crushed and crushed
KageKao Creepypasta Part 1KageKao Creepypasta Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Mark sighed and looked out at the night sky. He was standing on the roof on his apartment building, four stories up. Sometimes Mark just liked to stay up here and reflect, it was quiet and peaceful. Looking down you could see the normal hustle and bustle of city life but if you looked up you could see the beautiful sky, and sometimes even a full moon or some stars.
Mark walked along the border of the roof that helped keep him from falling to his death. It was pretty late; he should be going back down to his apartment soon. Then he saw something waving in the wind a few meters away. Mark walked over to it and picked it up, seeing that it was today’s newspaper, he began to read the front page:
YOUNG MAN FOUND DEAD NEAR WOODS
Earlier today John Parker, age 20, was found dead near the northern woods. His family stated that he never had any real enemies, but he was a bit of a trouble maker. Still they di
Sadist - Chapter 14 (Final)Sadist - Chapter 14 (Final) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Zehnder . . ?”
Esther blinked her eye open slowly. She gazed around her surroundings, feeling light headed and numb.
For a moment she thought she saw Zehnder again; killing those cops, ripping them apart one by one. And all the bullets flying towards her, and all the blood, and finally the wail of the ambulance as it sped towards them; then a blinding white light, and then nothing.
Esther looked around more, trying to clear her head. She saw white walls and odd machines. It was all just a memory; she was no longer in the alley, no longer covered in blood, and no longer with Zehnder.
She tried to sit up, to get a better look around her, but a sharp pain in her side made her fall back down again. She felt confused, tired, and disoriented, so she lied back down and went to sleep.
* * *
Esther was woken up buy the sound of someone entering the room.
She called out quietly, wanting to see her friend again. She was disappointed when she saw that the one wh