verticalMore Like This
grey clouds of death
my final breath
has come to rest
summer,spring, winter and fall
seasons of sin has destroyed us all
flowers resume, yet humans are consumed
we are suppose to be here, stricken with fear
but life has struck among us
all that is left is lust
the lust to live, survive and become a memory.
PotentialMore Like This
It becomes fear when you know that your never coming back
it becomes fear when you have to use everything you lack
it becomes fear when you have no encouragement
it becomes fear when you see everything you resent.<i>
Secret Santa Suprise for Chibi-kisameTitle: Hot Chocolate Kisses and Marshmallow WishesMore Like This
Fandom: Um Naruto I guess.
Genre: romance, humor, drama, general.
Warnings: None really it's pure fluffy love!
Summary: When a snow storm blows up and traps in Itachi and Roraku what can they do to kill the time?
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. Roraku belongs to the awesome, epic, adorable :iconChibi-Kisame: and Itachi belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!!!
Emerald eyes were dull as they took in the sight from a frosty window. The world was a white, swirling oblivion. Nothing past the heaps of snow that were just under the window were visible to their search. Letting out a groan, the girl made her way away from the depressive sight and back to the couch. Her lover glanced up at her from where he sat curled up in a corner of it with his book.
"Getting worse?" He asked, flicking his onyx gaze to the panes.
The Time GuardiansMore Like This
...as I rounded the bend I stopped suddenly in shock. There, slap bang in the middle of the road, were two doors, virtually identical in style and size except that one was black and one green. They glowed brightly with a strange iridescent light that spilt out across the tarmac like blood gushing from a wound. It both disturbed and fascinated me.
Stunned, I dared to take a step closer and no sooner had I done so, two women dressed in black peered out from behind each door, as if my movement had triggered them into action. I gasped, half in surprise, half in horror, when I realised that they both looked exactly like me.
"Who are you?" I heard myself whispering hoarsely.
The me from the black door smiled, although it seemed mocking somehow. "We are the Time Guardians," she revealed in all seriousness and it was unsettling to realise that even her voice sounded like mine. And I represent your past.
The me from the green door merely nodded, seeming more guarded. "And I represen
Heart Sold.i stand before youMore Like This
my heart drugged
as all i want
is your ever
As We DancedAnd so we waltzedMore Like This
and so we danced;
to the death of his Rembrandt.
Oh what shower in the hour as
the black and white angora—
fell in love.
With a twist of the wrist,
a weathered looked a chance
another floor beneath my hysteria,
I can see is animal.
The tango took its step,
another catchy tune
As the tempo dropped its beat;
as your loss of your own mind
the time is come as—
We dance and so
The floor was cheering.
Let the clop touch its cleat,
with the tom-tom drums—
Why it was mighty curious
to take a hand so
The maker took pride in wake,
for the leather
did not peel.
As we danced and we waltzed
as the tango rung our necks.
As we danced on our feet,
as the room hit its
Losing all contamination.
As we waltzed and we beat
the drumming off our feet.
And mousier now take our seat.
Ab InitioNow the poetess,More Like This
once restless with rhymes to spread,
with many words pouring from her heart,
needs someone else to play her pain.
No more rhymes, she just reads some lyrics
and finds out sadly,
that the song talks about the battle she's in.
And the singer's sad voice interpreting
the words she couldn't pen in a paper:
"On this day the sky came alive
My lover and I witnessed a miracle
Suddenly you were here
And I felt like nothing could ever be broken
But days fickle away"
She starts crying heavily, tired of holding it,
because a lost love is feral and she's so scared...
She brings her palms to her eyes feeling so vulnerable,
but there's a waterfall,
all the tears she's been bravely holding all those days
can form a lake, and they actually do.
But the singer, bitterly goes on:
"If I could stop time from attacking
If I could slow everything down
A smile with no fear of tomorrow
Your time is yet to come
The more it's sung, the heavier she cries;
Life..I've been here since the beginning,More Like This
I'll be here until the end,
Forever; without feeling,
All emotions on the mend,
I've seen you dry your eyes,
I've watched you cry away,
I've seen a trillion smiles,
I've watched you every day,
This existence that you're living,
So short; yet full of life,
Both selfish and yet giving,
The different sides of strife,
Humanities true beauty,
It's aways shining through,
Even with the worlds cruelty,
You're always truly you..
MoralI once knew a girl who fell in love with a fish.More Like This
She drowned in the sea to be with it.
The world must be a pretty boring place.
Because a bright smile adorned her dead face.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,More Like This
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
pretentious pricki wantMore Like This
to burn all of your shit
it is in the next room over
run my fingers along the wood of your
caress it in my arms
like you used to do to me
and then take it to the back window
of your fucking ugly red car
it's not even that
nice of a car
you pretentious prick
i could burn up that painting
i made for you
for christmas last year
snap the dvd i bought you
in half and use it to rip up your clothes
wreck every single bit of you
like you did to me
and you keep doing
you said you're not selfish
that i was the only one to think so
you didn't even wait
and i'm here starving as a stupid
that's been captive so long
i don't know how to function without your hand
upon my back
i could wreck you
tear you apart
make you fucking miserable
but i won't
because i'm not you
and i swear
oh i swear upon this universe
i will not be like you
Miko Nakadai: NOT a Mary Sue...More Like This
Miko Nakadai : NOT a Mary Sue.
Well...that escalated quickly...
You know, this was only supposed to be a one time deal, but for some inexplicable reason, I find myself compelled to type more. Maybe it's the responses you guys have given, who knows?
Anyway, before I start off, let me get a few things straight. The reason this isn't in the forums is because...well I have a bit of a thing for forums...I just don't feel comfortable there...kinda hard to explain, so just think lactose intolerance...
As for some of those who feel I might be trying to steer people away from JackxArcee, and I should let people write whatever they want, let me reassure you that I agree. These little 'essay' as I have mislabeled it, isn't meant to pressurise anyone, but only meant to deliver my honest opinions. If you like a particular pairing, that's alright; go ahead and write it, I won't complain. (Not loudly, anyway...)
And now for the main event. Is Mikoto 'Miko' Nakadai a Mary Sue? The answer, as y
Tattoo apprenticeship week 4Week 4:More Like This
This week has been in turns, fun, thoughtful, full of computer dumbness, and boring.
To start off this week, just about everyone in the shop has been complaining about our computer lately and how god awful slow it is. Complaint after complaint lead me to investigate it, and it was chalk full of random crap that it didn't need. So I spent all day Wednesday, de-bugging, de-botting, de-virusing, and in general just performing maintenance that should have been done on the thing a while ago.
In a shop full of dudes, I am the only one that REALLY knows their way around computers. I have never had the tables so turned on me in my life, but needless to say, after a good scrub, the computer is now running as mightily as a 5 year old computer can.
After the scrubdown, I drew some more with my "Tattoo pen" (mostly dinosaurs… because FUCK YEAH DINOSAURS). And In general just kept working on working with the weight of the pen. It was dead till about 7:30 when our first and only tattoo for t
Tattoo apprenticeship week 3Week 3:More Like This
This week has been a little bit interesting mostly due to the fact that I was gone two days, due to Aros (my husband) getting Lasik, and The boys tattooing at the Ray Price Harley Davidson Event all this weekend. However it has not been without it's learnings…. Oh no…. In fact! This week has been full of learnings and I think I made a couple of very big steps on my journey!
Taking apart, cleaning, learning all the parts, and properly reassembling tattooing machines! Tattooing machines (at least the older ones) Are finicky beasts that don't take shit from anyone and will happily not work right if you don't have them tuned right. Well, having now taken them apart, I know why. What I thought was a solid piece up on the top of the machine, is in fact, just a giant Spring. A giant spring that more or less goes willy nilly and hits on everything else under the sun, and is stopped by a screw that more or less prevents it from flying off into space.
Everything wears on these mach
Tattoo apprenticeship week 2Week 2: Of Sugar skulls and agonyMore Like This
This week has been another interesting week. It seems like right now the shop is either super busy, or super dead (both good for different reasons) Result of it being slow, is that I get to help design tattoos for people!
So the week started out with Sugar Skulls. For those of you that don't know I am going to give a little back history on what Sugar Skulls are! Sugar skulls or calaveras de azúcar for those of you more familiar with the Spanish term, are a candy that is created especially for the Day of the Dead Celebration, or Día de los Muertos. It's based around the Catholic holiday of All Saints, or All Souls day. It's the one day where the spirits of the dead, can re-join their family's and friends to celebrate their life. It may seem dark and gloomy on the surface what with all the skulls, and death and whatnot. But the tone of the celebrations are for the most part very happy. (This is the super short explanation… the real one is more complicate
Tattoo apprenticeship week 1**** AS A NOTE I AM FULLY OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS PM ME FOR DETAILS ****More Like This
First week of the apprenticeship has come and gone! I am still extremely excited to be doing what I am doing. For any of you that want to know what it's like to apprentice in a tattoo shop, I figure I will keep a running weekly log on all the sites I am a part of so you guys can keep up with me and my progress!
Week 1: A lesson in cleaning and pain.
The first thing anyone needs to know about a GOOD tattoo shop, is that everything is clean. The floors are mopped, and vacuumed, and everything is dusted, re-dusted, and dusted some more. Every Surface that comes into contact with a human getting tattooed is sterilized. And anything that you are doing the tattoos with (if you are in a good shop) either gets Sterilized, or tossed away. Unlike some horror stories I have heard, everyone pitches in. If there is a dirty window, someone notices it, and they clean it. If you need help with setup, or need a second set of eyes on
Time Traveller's EngagementExactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.More Like This
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide as she runs. Behind her tumble the Twins, her best friends, their giggles almost as musical as my Ury's, their golden hair belying the poison in their hearts. I remember the snarl on Cassandra's lips as she spilled out her wine glass on the floor after Ury's father toasted our engagement. I remember wiping Chloe's spit from my eye on the same
Think"So. You started exhibiting abilities…?"More Like This
"Um… three years ago? Yeah, three years, and it was May I think. Fourteenth or maybe sixteenth, I don't remember exactly – I just remember that it was my last semester. Yeah, three years ago, May."
"Fourteenth or sixteenth?"
"Yeah, one or the other. I remember that because I has these huge goddamn exams, you know, one was on fourteenth and other on sixteenth and it was during one of them I heard it for the first time. Can't remember which one though, just remember being a nervous wreck. I studied of course, I mean, hello, you know? But test's a test."
"Right. It started during an exam then? In a large crowd."
"Well, large enough. I didn't go to a big school – hell you should know, you probably have my files and everything. Don't you? I mean, don't people like you have files on everything, even someone like me? Or should that be especially someone like me…"
"How large was the crowd?"
"I don't know. Twenty f
LunaticI haven't always been like this. I was pretty normal as a teenager. Moody, rude and inseparable from my Nokia phone and Claire's Accessories bangles. Much to my parents' glee (and my personal chagrin) I didn't do at all badly at school. Three Bs in A-Level English, Psychology and Maths. I did one year of a Sociology degree before deciding I was fed up with exams and packing it in. Six months later, my problems started.More Like This
I was just shy of twenty, living in a studio flat four minutes from Woolwich Arsenal, with a maxed-out credit card, a library of takeaway menus and a Russian hamster called Mojo Jojo. I was working in the canteen at Belmarsh Prison, dishing up slop to a delightful assortment of Category A offenders. The Puberty Fairy had given me cleavage you could hide a pencil case in, so I was expecting the leery comments from the inmates. What I wasn't expecting was the day one of them bit me.
"That must have given you a real shock. Why don't we talk about it?"
I shrug. The man acros
Stonva's Crowns with Secrets That Speak -Spoiler4-A sixteen year old boy stood in a white room. His short blood red hair dripped down over his stunning dark brown eyes. The boy was wearing a dark blue vest; with a grey long sleeve t-shirt underneath.More Like This
The boy was wearing a pair of neon green sneakers, with black shoelaces. He smiled around the room. The walls around him slowly begin to flicker from white to video.
A sixteen year old girl popped onto the wall behind the boy. The girl was stared straight at the boy, with tears in her dark blue eyes. Her short black hair blew gently across her porcelain face.
She was standing in the middle of a crosswalk. The girl stood still with fear in her eyes, as a couple of business people rushed across the crosswalk. She looked around at the pearl white cement buildings around her.
The boy looked straight up at the girl’s eyes. The girl was wearing a baggy light blue t-shirt over her average
Untitled Short Story She had noticed her difference from everyone at a very early age. For example, whenever she needed a pencil for art in Kindergarten, she would just have to look at the basket of pencils, and one would fly out and land neatly in her hand. This had been fine... For the first few times. That was, until a student of her art class had seen. He had ran out of the classroom, shouting "WitchCraft!!!". And of course, she hadn't known what "witchcraft" was at her age. She had just always assumed that everyone could do it. When he had came back with the teacher, she was then accused of throwing. She hadn't thrown anything; just moved it with her mind.More Like This
A different time her 'powers' were of use was in the fourth grade. It was the basketball unit, and she kept finding herself not being able to have her turn with the ball. She had many bitter thoughts of running up and snatching the ball away from the opposite team, or, even more wild, the ball ju