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The Boy in the Bloody ShirtHe called me last night.
I could hear his voice shaking, a quiet and painful tone.
He was crying, tears dripping down his cheeks from suppressed sobs as he sniffed.
He said to me he didn't want to be alone.
And that if I could come over to be with him quickly.
I put down the phone, pulled on my brown bomber jacket, and ran down the street to his.
I rang the doorbell.
He didn't come, so I let myself in.
I walked through the hall and up to his room.
Giving a few gentle knocks on the white wooden door, I eased it open a crack and slipped in.
My eyes scanned the room and...
I panicked.
He was on the bed, eyes barely open, skin pale.
I could see t

Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.

Sometimes yo

Twelve Crazy Nights pt 1"So. Tell me about these 'Dreams'."

The purple Keronian quietly leaned back against her chair, her fingers intertwined. She loathed feeling judged, but she knew it was crucial if she wanted to change- to be a different person.

She gazed up at the blue Keronian in front of her, the one that was scribbling something on his clipboard as he waited for her response. His piercing green eyes shot up at her from behind his glasses when she didn't say anything, his mouth twisting into a small frown.

"Gabubu?"

She twitched slightly. "It's... hard enough to sleep with them... much less talk about it..." she managed, drifting off.

Jiroro, the therap

Strung HeartsA pillow heart; crafted ever-so-neatly from single threads
Able to be ripped out and put together again,
But it'll never be an exact replica.

As for us, our hearts have thread, too.
But the strings aren't of fiber,
They string us to our emotions,
Named heartstrings. You can't play with them
Like pillows or stuffed animals.

So you decided to take my heart
When I didn't want you to;
Tore it straight from my chest,
Heartstrings still throbbing,
Blood still pumping.
Blood still dripping.

From your fingers down your arms.
And in that moment, I wished I were a pillow,
Or something mass-produced, cris-crossed with stuffing,
Layered with fibers, f

halfway?Oh shit… I’ve been running from you and you finally cornered me in the kitchen. How stupid of me to think that you wouldn’t check the kitchen…
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“Uh, nothing.” I slam the fridge shut and chew my lower lip watching you closely.
Your luscious lips curve and you take a step towards me.
“You know this isn’t… I mean this isn’t right…”
Your smile grows and you take another step. I step back into the fridge and you giggle soft.
“No more running…” you mutter leaning towards me, those dark coffee orbs invading m

Learn to Trust ~ for REQUIEM-OF-INSANITY Gaara sat on the grassy edge of the lonely cliff; a light breeze ruffling his short red hair. His eyes closed, he let the stillness of the night sooth him.
He was thinking about his mother again. He couldn’t believe that he had once allowed himself to think that she didn’t love him; how could he have ever done that. Deep inside, he felt a hate towards Yashamaru for telling him such lies, but on the other hand, he now understood why he did what he did, and said what he had said. He understood now. He was also able, though it was quite difficult, to forgive him. In his heart. He would never tell a single soul that, but inside he w

So I've Seen the WorldThese eyes have seen most of the world. There are landscapes more dreamlike than anything that I've seen with my eyes closed- and I've touched every inch of them with bare hands and determined feet.
I have seen life begin on the first morning of Spring, the rain dry away and the flowers come to a vibrant life, touching rays of sunlight with their petals. I've seen someone's last moments in the dead of Winter, watched as their gaze kissed the face of Death.
I have seen days of endless oceans, the shadows of whatever things the depths hide away from us.
I've even seen the entire world from the top of a mountain I climbed with only m

finceline trinagulo------amoroso parte 11MIZZUO DEJA EL CHISME
-tenemos un trato niño?- jota tenía la cabeza abajo la mirada perdida y no parecía responder, estaba pensando en la primera vez que vio a marceline el día en que nació, -todo parecía estar oscuro pero había alguien que resaltaba de entre todo ese desorden, alguien que parecía ser diferente a los demás… alguien que comprendía lo que era no tener alma-, el silencio se interrumpió por unas palabras que penetraron en el alma de los tres seres que estaban allí –ACEPTO- mizzuo se preocupó mucho y salió volando a busc

Shipwrecked and Lostbroken and blue i crash upon your shore. shipwrecked. searching. lost.

that which makes me who i am is scattered along the white sand; my being
no more than messages in bottles, scribbled on discarded paper, hidden among
the seashells and coral fragments.

i am tangled seaweed hair and tailless legs. white and bare. armourless.
with piano fingers reaching out to unknown horizons. eyes closed. wishes
imprisoned behind my locked lips.

unable to rise, i lay still. water lapping at my frame, kissing my feet.
gulls cry. wind whispers. laughter still faintly echoes from summer days.

footsteps are coming near. closer. and closer. a hand softly to

AmbedoThe scent that rolls off skin, the soft skin against rough abused hands. The steady strong beautiful beat of the heart. Each and every breath, the hitch in the deep breath taken, and the sound as it flows from the body. The vibrations of the vocal cords, as the words are spoken softly, “my love.”

The detail in the eyes, the way the colors explode and seem to shift so beautifully. Hazel and green entwined into the iris. The little details that make up the person, that separate them from any other person and make them special to you physically. Mentally they claim you, capture you in an iron grip, leaving you shuddering and fightin

Indulge In DarkI took a deep sip from the wine glass in my hand. Bringing it down, I let the bulb of the glass rest in the palm of my hand and amused myself with twirling the liquid inside. The clock on the wall in the kitchen read 2:28am. The room was almost silent save for the tick of the second hand on the clock and the light hum of the air conditioner trying to keep out the hot mid-summer night air. The chair I sat on was wooden and quite comfortable but I knew as time wore on that it would soon become hard against my body. All these trivial things spinning in my head only served as a frame for why I was really sitting out here.

A psychologist might ha

Maiko - DecadenceIf you went to a dictionary and looked up "decadence," this would be the definition you would find. This was not just a fruit tart. This was the most impressive fruit tart Mai had ever seen. This was the fruit tart of fruit tarts. It had the ripest, glossiest, plumpest strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and kiwis she'd ever seen. And, of course, it was topped with rose petals of a deep, dark red.

From over the top, Zuko looked at her with one side of his mouth quirking up, his eyes saying very clearly, "do you like it?" Hoping so hard that she would like it.

She understood what he was doing here. It was an anniversary reminder of that

My Sister's Teacher 1: Meeting Someone“Yumi, I love you.” Teru confessed.
The night was still young and even though it was dark the moonlight shone on his face perfectly. His cheeks were a bit red but his face showed no trace of shyness.
Yumi froze. She loves him too, in fact, she loves him too much. She was all but waiting for this to happen but always thought it would be a dream. But she tried to prepare herself nonetheless. Sadly, all those practicing in front the mirror went down the drain. Her heart beat too fast, her hands trembled and tears started forming in her eyes. She felt so happy. She was so happy all she could do was cry.
“Why are you crying?” Teru asked, concerned.
Yumi shook her head which meant nothing. She couldn’t even form words; she had no idea what to say. So she said the only thing that was on her mind.
“I love you too!” She shouted, in fear of him not hearing her through her crying and sniffing. She tried to wipe her

Puddin': Mornin'!Puddin': Mornin'!
His eyes were still tired as the sun creeped through the window. I woke up right away and shut the curtains as he started to wake up. Not yet, I thought to myself. Darkness swallowed the room again and his heavy eyes closed. I tiptoed to his side of the bed to see the most adorable thing in the world. He was snuggling against his fluffed pillow and a little snore escaped from his cute nose with each breath. His hair was slightly tousled, but a quick combing could fix that. I stroked some hair from his forehead and gave him a little kiss. Then he gave a cute little smile.
I crept into the kitchen and made him a nice breakfast

Ich Liebe Dich {Germany x Prussia fluff}Ludwig’s training was cancelled once again by heavy rain and thunder. He was stuck home with his brother with nothing to do. Everything was done: dishes, laundry, bedroom cleaned, paperwork, everything was completed leaving nothing to do for the German. He found himself soon reading a novel on the floor with his back leaned on the couch. His sky blue eyes scanned each page of the war novel. He was so intrigued by the story which was cliched but somehow relatable. He was so focused on the book to the point he didn’t even notice his brother walking into the living room with only a cell phone.
“Hallo bruder!” The loud a

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Soulmates

by *drrocket, May 4, 2011, 12:11:23 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Soulmates

I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul

Soulmatesby *drrocket

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*Hazelnut8299 Sep 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love how this is written. So sad, yet so beautiful.

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*drrocket Sep 4, 2012

I thank you m'lady

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*Hazelnut8299 Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!

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*drrocket Sep 5, 2012

I would hope that you would submit the full-size version of your avatar photo , you have a dazzlingly attractive smile

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*Hazelnut8299 Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That would scare people. Hahaha!!!

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*drrocket Sep 6, 2012

Methinks she doth protest too much

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*Hazelnut8299 Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lol.

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~SammieTearDrop May 4, 2011

Sad yet beautiful, gave me chills

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