The Only One You've Got DXTHow do you know where you're goin'
When you don't know where you've been
You hide the shame that you're not showin'
And you won't let anyone in
The chestnut haired girl chewed her lip uncertainly, a habit she had adopted lately. Japan had been at the top of her list of choice places to visit, but now she was starting to regret the idea. 'There's so many people here and I'll get lost and walking on the crowded streets looks to be the equivalent of drowning in people. Maybe a smaller place would have been a better idea....I could always chicken out and jump on the next plane back home.' So far she had managed to claim her luggage, yet to take a step out of the airport.
They were strange places, full of people putting on acts. There was always atleast one tearful person, hugging a soon to be passenger, maybe begging them not to go. The better actors waited until the person leaving was out of sight before they were openly unhappy. Sometimes the hellos and goodbyes were hard t
Furuba DrabblesWake Up Call
Said brunette looked up with her usual smile, able to recognize that voice anywhere. 'I'll just keep the laundry away from her, and everything will be fine.' With the main house refusing to buy anything else for Shigure's home, they couldn't afford to pay for flood damage. "Kyo's in his room." Sometimes it was hard to believe that the boar girl was really two years older.
"Ah, thank you!" She wrapped the girl in a bone crushing hug, not releasing until something popped. Then she darted up the stairs, away from the scene of the crime. 'This time I can make dinner, maybe clean his room, an-' Her train of thought stopped dead in its tracks as she found the orange top curled up in his bed, snoring lightly.
'He's so cute when he sleeps!' Kagura thought with a content smile, plopping down and stroking the messy mop of bright hair lovingly. 'I hope our future kids have his hair and my eyes. Or maybe his eyes since they're so pretty. And the
Crush RXSYou know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything i wish i did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you
Two pairs of blue eyes met across the room, one flashing away quicker while the other kept appraising. Why was he always the one to look away first? Did he not like what he saw? Every other girl was wearing the same uniform, and while Rin didn't exactly see herself as a super model, she didn't think she was hideous either.
'I guess he really isn't interested...Kina will be thrilled to hear that.' She sighed, noticing Kaiba was looking at her now, but it was more of a weirded out look. '...Oh crap, I'm still staring at him!' She blushed, glancing back down at her paper to pick up where she left off on a hurried doodle.
'Great, it's always that way too. Even if he would look at me I'd freak out.' She sighed, shading in a star and starting the basic outline of a curled up cat. 'I'm surprised Kina hasn't tried to set me up with someone else ye
Too Little Too LateOnly one familiar face hovered over me, the signature wiry red locks pulled back in a sloppy bun. My mother's sea green eyes peered anxiously down at me as if I had all the answers. But I was utterly clueless as to what had happened. I only remembered collapsing in the shower, then having paramedics shuffling into the back of an ambulance. The stretcher was surprisingly comfortable, lulling me to sleep while the medics still chattered about excessive blood loss.
Upon waking up, the only thing in sight was a wrinkled white pillow. How had I been turned over on my stomach? And more importantly, why? I flopped over slowly, with the intention of getting up, but only fell back on the overstuffed bed. A chair was about a foot away from the bed, looking like it had been pushed back in a hurry, as if the occupant was about to turn it over in thier rush to escape. And I could understand why; hospitals were one of the dirtiest places I could think of.
Sure, there was the stench of cleaning suppl
Poem That Doesn't RhymeIt's the small things that make us ourselves,
Make us imperfect,
Make us unique,
Make us different,
Make us extraordinary,
Make us human.
The little things make life worth living:
Inspiring a laugh,
Squeezing another's hand,
Watching the leaves change color,
Running into an old friend,
And feeling happy for once.
It's the tiny things we take for granted.
OC Drabbles _WIP_Scars by Papa Roach----- ElodieXMalik
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to fail
'This is all your fault you know, I tried to stop you.' Malik thought, stalling outside the doors. He was uncharacteristically early, and had a fit of insomnia for the last few nights, so his blood shot eyes matched the red of his striped tie. 'Pretty soon I'll have to crash, just like you did...But I'll just be unconscious for a few days.'
Throwing open the doors he found that the whole parlor was empty; not even the cateerers were here yet. Ishizu hadn't approved of the two of them, but she didn't have a problem footing the bill for some food. 'Maybe it'll just be me here, no one else.' He could only hope that Kaiba wouldn't show up, but then again that would get him some major publicity if reporters and such kinds of people saw him entering a tiny church cha
Black Clad AngelMany people are crazy,
But some in particualar are blind.
I only feel sorry for one,
The one with coffee eyes flecked yellow,
The girl with hair long enough to strangle two with.
Chains and bracelets clang together like a cat bell,
Alerting me immediately of her presence.
She never sees my eyes dart to her in the halls,
I suppose long hair helps hide that.
I heard once that she liked stripes,
What a coincidence, I now have a new favorite shirt.
Her signature black hue and my crimson red,
Dancing across a simple long sleeved tee.
Funny that I only liked it before,
For the height enhancing effect of horizontal lines.
Unknowingly, she opens my mind,
Broadens my views.
Of course I sprint by at school,
Too afraid to start a conversation,
Too afraid to trip and fall flat on my face,
Too afraid to fall victim to the bite of rejection.
No, I refuse to go through that again,
She has that strawberry blonde boy,
Following like a lost puppy.
But I can't blame him,
If I had my way I'd latch on and