you arei want a city ruinedyou are in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
romanticism is such bullshiti don't understand a bitromanticism is such bullshit in Free Verse More Like This
what's so romantic
about missing-you and distance,
love stressed and strained like string
across miles of roping rivers;
it's ugly and sad
and there is no cure
because i will not wait by the letterbox
praying daily on my knees to a god i know i believe in but i'm not sure you do
to hear word from you-
that you're well;
that you're happy;
that you're eating and sleeping and feeling alive;
that's what i want, you know-
i want your vitality to blaze like the great chicago fire,
i want to see your scrawl emboldened with each word
i want to see you concretely on your feet
and certain of where you are going
without a sergeant telling you how to walk.
i want you to walk across half of the states
and back into my arms.
i want you to look me in the eye
and i want to see no hesitation back
when you tell me you love me.
i never want to cry because you're leaving
because you will never leave again-
i want you to love me like flames love oxygen:
i'm not going to say i've missed youthere is enough air in mei'm not going to say i've missed you in Free Verse More Like This
to shatter the ocean.
i will tell you straight,
another thousand miles
would not dim the stars
i hold for you.
the aches in my thumbs
forceful and hollow,
strong enough to
kill a rabbit.
i never want to meet
someone like you again.
i never want to move on,
i never want to move -
i want to wait
where i sit, bleeding,
until you come around.
i will know this
by the way your eyes
in the car,
creating stars in the dark
of its cab,
a personal night sky.
i will never let slip
the secrets you have left
on my skin;
the secret ways
in which you loved me,
and only me.
i will lick my cuts
and hope to heal,
and press memories of our bodies,
two interlocking spirals,
to the backs of your eyelids
so that you will remember us
as we were,
as the first and last things
when you come and go
from an ocean-deep slumber.
the commutei keep your kissthe commute in Free Verse More Like This
under my bed:
i won't lose it
just because you aren't here.
i will hesitate in the spaces
between the weeks
we are together,
and we are
i will write you letters
and gaps and commas
when my head stops spinning
and my pride takes a bow
to the lion of my heart,
and feel the stinging air
seep out of its balloon.
put your (love) affairs in order, dear
and find me under your blankets;
i want the places i know best
to be the ones made of skin,
secretly tucked away
in the crook of your elbow
where my body rests, or
behind your ear,
like a pencil-
i want you to write me words
that make me start to hum.
denial can only stretch so farwhen asked if i amdenial can only stretch so far in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in love, i shall say, no. well,
maybe a little.
unending, ceaselessnight,unending, ceaseless in Free Verse More Like This
black and bony
fades in neon lights.
three dollar shit
into our skin.
deep and swallowing
bodies of bodies
elbow and knee
joints and sheets,
in the open air-
than the moment,
by the sway,
and we talk,
of each others' tongues
in the connection,
only to retie
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
22 aprili was told that when she woke up, we were thisclose to each other and our faces nearly touched.22 april in Emotional More Like This
did i ever tell you how i don't mean to push my spine to the surface and you away from me, when it's time to sleep, how i only do it because if i don't, i'll find myself falling into the way your hands move and how little you are as you sink into sheets and how wide your eyes become, green and bright like a forest, and i have to turn so that when i close my eyes, i know your lips aren't about to find mine?
i wish i didn't feel that way a lot of times, but that closeness lights my skin on fire and it's all i can do to keep my hands immobile and the minute space between us alive, because it's impossible to see you, supine and near and soft on my pillow, and not find myself pulling the threads tighter to sew makeshift stitches between our hips and fill the gaps between our lips.
i thrive on intimacy -- sex, tangling bodies as though they were singular secrets, knowing another as wel
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
The End of the Relationship"Not football again. Let's watch Twilight."The End of the Relationship in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose7am on a roof in Seoul:My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
7 random things about me.
Charlie the perspicacious
A moving city;
bringing the colours.
grieve until you can breathe again:
let your lungs fill up.
Falling in your love -
hidden, but still shining.
Light is now advancing.
Time to say goodbye
how summer says goodbye.
Beauty deserves the right word.
Handlebar"Luxuriant moustache, sir!"Handlebar in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's 'madam', actually..."
BibliophileMature woman.Bibliophile in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On the shelf.
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
English Lesson"Enigma! Definition?"English Lesson in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Dunno. It's a mystery."
Where Did Indigo?blue Violet Green.Where Did Indigo? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
yellow Red: "Orange?"
Fan FicJohn punched Sherlock.Fan Fic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock detected animosity.
Back To BaseBoys.Back To Base in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
Waiting for YouI stare out the window, waiting for you.Waiting for You in Free Verse More Like This
I think of your eyes, which sparkle when they see me.
I think of your ears, which listen to all my silly tales.
I think of your mouth, that smiles when I'm happy.
I think of your brow, that furrows when I'm hurt.
I think of your voice, which always tries to say the right thing.
I think of your arms, that hold me when I'm sad.
I think of your hands, that help me when I need it.
I think of your shoulders, where I can rest my head when tired.
I think of your legs, which would walk a mile for me.
I think of your toes, which brush against mine at night.
I think of your heart, which is filled with love.
As I stare out the window, I think of you...and realize I'd wait an eternity for you.
Paper FoldingThe room was cold but she didn't care. She wanted to shiver. It reminded her of when there were strong arms to wrap around and warm her.Paper Folding in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Closing the door to her office, she looked around the darkened reception area. She was working late these days. Year-end reporting always took a ton of time and she put most of her life on hold for three weeks.
Walking down the long corridor to the front door, her hand poised on the handle. She wanted to go home and crawl into bed--but she didn't want to be there alone. It had nothing to do with sex. She simply wanted to be with someone, to have them hold her.
I don't want to cry alone tonight.
Locking the door, she made the journey down the block to her apartment. The lights were off and she stopped, wondering if someone was lurking in the shadows. It was a terrifying thought and she was unsure why she should be so panicky right now. With trembling fingers, she turned the key in the deadbolt.
The apartment was empty. Even
Norfallon - Prologue It was on a warm summer afternoon that Philip James Norfallon recalled his first memory. Three years old, finally steady enough on his feet and sure enough of his balance, he ran full speed across the grassy field along the bank of the "Great River," giggling as his nanny trotted after him.Norfallon - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come back here, you little brat!"
It had been one of the rare occasions when his parents allowed him to go out beyond the castle walls and see the world. A picnic they told him, with grass and trees, and a surprise. Oh yes, it had been a surprise. A day of wonders seen and those yet to be told. It was a pleasant day out, sun shining down, a warm breeze blowing in from the north. At such a young age, he was not aware of these individual elements, but simply that it was beautiful outside, causing every muscle in his body to want to revel in it. He sped up his running, glancing back occasionally to see if the nanny had given up the chase.
Dark Flame's StoryI wanted to be like him.Dark Flame's Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Night Rideby: Airial Diana MarkNight Ride in Short Stories More Like This
The dark of the blacktop ahead, narrowing, widening, straightening and turning. It's continuity marred only by the white and green signs that marked the towns and miles. Splattered down the middle, a yellow line, resembling a monstrous ribbon, stretching along, occasionally sectioning off into smaller strips. The road, the lines, the blackness of the night melted together, hypnotizing.
It was three a.m. when the beat up DeSoto reached the exit ramp. The name of the town was unpronouncable on only a few hours rest, but the universal sign promised food and a bathroom. Sarah determined she'd been on the road for about seven hours and figured she'd travel another seven before attempting to rest. There were dangers to driving while tired, especially considering she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. But it had been a close call, too close, and she wanted to get as much distance between her and Montana that she could.
Life Lesson RxTake one bitter pill.Life Lesson Rx in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do not repeat.
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
Bipolar DisorderDear everybody,Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
It changes from being such an incredible mess of emotions
To being the creator of no emotion at all.
And soon, the lack of emotion
Starts to eat away at your heart.
And you don’t choose to…
But it turns into an
A sadness that paints your entire mind
Down into your soul.
This is Bipolar Disorder.
This is me.
This is who I am.
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
In my head...In my head,In my head... in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
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
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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
Hollow Demon 13 Everything was moving too fast.Hollow Demon 13 in Drama More Like This
Before anyone could blink, the huge volcano Pokémon released his attack.
But before he could exhale, Feraligatr plunged on the fire starter's neck.
Resulting with the flames shot down right next to Silver's face; its spark crackling his neck and left cheek.
Silver screamed in pain; finally a sound emitting from him. His Pokémon crowded to his aid. Feraligatr and Typhlosion roared and battled savagely. Scratches, deep bites, flames, and a wave of water were everywhere.
Feraligatr threw Typhlosion to a tree. The fire starter crashed on it, and it ended with the tree being broken into a million wooden pieces. Typhlosion quickly stood on all fours and rocketed towards his best friend. He jumped up in the air and rolled into a ball; attacking with his Flame Wheel of a cannon ball.
Feraligatr gripped the round starter with his huge claws. But as a result, his body lost its balance and the water starter got slammed down on his back.
Two of a Kind1. SoulsilverTwo of a Kind in Romance More Like This
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" Kotone pinched the bridge of his nose. Silver scoffed bitterly, slapping her hand away.
"Stop that," he muttered grimly. Silver cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to his face.
The brunette giggled sweetly. "You're especially cute when you're grumpy." She poked his nose and flashed a small smile, making him fluster.
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" N pinched the bridge of her nose. White yelped like a little girl and gripped the young man's wrist.
"I am not a Pokémon. You know that, right?" She asked irritatingly. White cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to her face.
The greenette chuckled amusingly. "You're so cute just like a little Eevee." He poked her nose and flashed a small smile, making her fluster.
"You are never alone. Remember that. I'm always here for and with you."
Silver stared at the girl in front of her. Kotone was playing tag with the Pokémon. Smiles and laughter fill
Hollow Demon EPILOGUE + END The sun brightened lightly in the town of New Bark. The lake was a clear blue. The sky was a clear white. Pidgeys chirped and cooed in the vast blanket of magnificence. Sentrets and Rattatas scurried around the fields of Route 29.Hollow Demon EPILOGUE + END in Romance More Like This
But compared to any other normal days, today was a very special day for a very special couple.
Kotone fidgeted in front of the mirror, hands nervously twisting the hem of her dress. Her hair was free from any bind. Instead, it was cut to a medium bob until the edges touched her shoulders. A beautiful veil was placed on her hair, draping until it reached the back of her waist. Her red lips were sucked and puckered quite a few times, mind tangled on the upcoming moment she was about to be in.
"Kotone," White chuckled in amusement as she stared at her nervous cousin. Usually, Kotone would be the one jumping and squealing in excitement when it came to people's weddings.
But then again, attending at your own wedding was a whole d
Tears of a Woman1. ConflictingTears of a Woman in Romance More Like This
Leaf sniffed quietly. She hugged her knees, hiding her trembling mouth. Her red puffy eyes stared soullessly into the dancing flames.
Suddenly, a warm coat wrapped around her body. She looked up, only to see a distressed Green. The young leader sighed heavily and crouched down to her level. "Stop crying," he said, patting her head softly. "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. But it's not that I hate you." His hand took her chin, slowly lifting her up to meet his gaze.
"But just remember, no matter how far we are, you're always in my mind." He wiped the tears off her face. A small, innocent smile curved up his lips. "So stop crying, you pesky little girl coz you're making me feel pathetic for losing to you."
Hikari wiped her tears. She bit her lip, holding back another sob. The young dark brunette slumped her back against the wall, her lips pursed into a sorrowful frown. Her hands moved to her necklace, gripping the black pendant tightly. Her
Sincerest Apologies It was a sunny morning. The sun beamed blissfully above the heads of many. People and Pokémon walked and laughed as they basked in their daily lives. Only one, however, stood in silence; mouth forming a straight scowling line. Her hair was pulled into two little pigtails. Her attire was nothing of the usual since ever she started her adventure. Only her hat was absent, instead gripped in her grasp and flapped slowly as a fan to her face. The girl scoffed louder, not hesitating to flash her impatience and annoyance. Typhlosion stood beside the grumbling girl, his red eyes carefully focusing on the human.Sincerest Apologies in Romance More Like This
She glanced at her Pokégear for the hundredth time. It's been an hour! Her mind screamed as her hazel eyes focused on the time. She knew he would be hesitant to see her today. But that doesn't mean he should rudely go to this extent.
Especially not on her birthday.
The scorching rays of the sun hit
Clash of The Rivals1. Cheren x GreenClash of The Rivals in Humor More Like This
"So, you think you're that strong, punk?" Green asked in a mocking tone. His Blastoise stood behind him, eyeing and growling at the spectacled boy's Serperior.
Cheren raised an eyebrow, then huffed arrogantly. "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I can't wipe you out."
"I am not old, you little four-eyes!" Green growled. He snapped his fingers, signalling his trusty water starter to walk forth. Cheren did the same, and his Serperior slithered forward; hissing at his opponent.
"Heh. Aren't you a bit cocky for something so obvious that you're gonna lose?" The young Viridian leader crossed his arms and chuckled smugly.
Cheren scoffed nonchalantly. "Keep your petty words to yourself and prepare to fall down in defeat." Both men yelled 'go'. Soon enough, both their starters plunged forward, releasing their attack. Thus, the battle of the egos has begun.
2. Red x Jun
"Dude, why can't you speak? Are you mute? Are you broken? How can you command your
Fairytale Disaster1. Frantic/TarzanFairytale Disaster in Humor More Like This
"Oh my Arceus put me down, put me down!" Ruby screamed frantically as he clung on the girl's waist. They were 50 feet up in the air. His whole suit was torn and shredded thanks to the wild Ambipom chase. The dark brunette gripped her waist tighter. His eyes were shut and mind wishing it was all just a nightmare.
Sapphire, cladded in nothing but a leopard-print tube top and skirt, rolled her eyes as she casually swayed from one vine to another. "Alright, alright. Sheesh. Ya don't need to cry 'bout it."
2. Mangaquest/Princess and the Frog
"Now," the Poliwag spoke as he scooted closer to the stunned girl, "all you have to do is kiss me. And the spell will be broken and you and I will live happily ever after." He foxily raised his non-existent eyebrows, hoping to pass it off as sexy.
Unfortunately, Crystal wanted to hurl out her dinner. "Oh Arceus!" She quickly went to the bathroom and threw up, not even caring if people entered the room.
Gold, a bit disappo
Hollow Demon 26 What… What is going on? Why…do I feel this inexplicable pain in my chest? My heart hurts. It hurts so much… Why… Why am I feeling like something is being ripped off me…?Hollow Demon 26 in Drama More Like This
"Professor, the radar is going haywire on the experiment's nerve sense!"
Why… Why can't I breathe? Why do I feel as if my throat has been obliterated by some unknown force? What… Why is thing happening to me…? Make it stop…
"He is reaching a critically unstable position! Reset the power levels and reboot the program quick!"
Voices… I hear voices… They're all hurting my ears… Emery… Emery where are you? I can… I can feel you slipping away. I can feel you slowly fading from my presence. What is…going on…? Emery help me…! Please don't a-abandon me…!
"It's not going down sir!"
"Prepare the electrocution!"
Make it stop. Make
Hollow Demon 15 "Haa, this is life!" Kotone said as she twirled on the big black chair. Arms raised in the air, she leaned backwards and stretched happily. The Silph president's room was grand; it wasn't a lie. It was the biggest and widest room in the building that it can fit a Mamoswine. The tiles were gold and white. The two huge doors right after being put back where they were were made from the finest and thickest mahogany. On the left side were shelves, filled with books and trophies. It almost touched the ceiling and covered one side of the room. On the right side, however, was completely made out of transparent glass, acting as windows for the office. It gave off a magnificent view of the city. Long blinds dangled from each end of the glass, which one can use to cover the clear wall for privacy.Hollow Demon 15 in Drama More Like This
An elegant chandelier was seen in the middle of the ceiling; its lighting so bright, it could light up the whole top floor. And as if the room wasn't g
My Little Derpy1. ConflictingMy Little Derpy in Humor More Like This
"Green." Leaf said his name: Sure, short, and sweet.
"What?" Green asked, though his heart was beating rapidly. Even at the sound of his name by her lips, it was able to drive him insane.
Leaf smiled sweetly, whispering, "Nothing."
Green pursed a small frown. He hates it: How she makes him feel just by the sound of her soft voice. It makes him vulnerable in every way.
Unfortunately, Leaf knew that a long time ago. Still smiling, she purred, "Green."
"So? How's the chocolate cake I baked?" Hikari asked excitingly. The blonde in front of her kept chewing, yet making a poker face. Suddenly, without warning, Jun stood up and leaned forward; kissing her.
Black eyes were wide in shock. Hikari could feel something slipping into her mouth. Was it chocolate? A few minutes later, Jun broke the kiss. His lips were carved into a very sly smirk. Smudges of chocolate were pasted on both the teens' cheeks and lips.
"I like it better if I eat it from your
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her, in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
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.
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies. in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever