Guilt and InnocenceA guilty man whose guilt affirmed,Guilt and Innocence10 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
May take at leisure sentence earned,
Yet innocence who could not defend,
Must take his torment neverend.
The RunnerLarger than late I'm standing,The Runner11 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arms at my side stiff and ready,
And a cold wind blows in stinging,
My tendons ache, my nerves, dead,
I fall through the yielding arch.
Mortal Kombat - Free online game on A10.com Mortal Kombat - Free online game on A10.comMortal Kombat - Free online game on A10.com12 minutes ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nonsense HillChocolate nacense humbly risen,Nonsense Hill12 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
On bells et, and hollow capes,
On shallow bird wide wings christened,
Mumbling mountains silent, gape.
Penser a toi, c est t embrasser dejaTout le jour, tes ardeurs m’ont attirée à toi,Penser a toi, c est t embrasser deja12 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ma si chaleureuse maîtresse, mon corps est las
De repousser la quiétude de ton Sahara,
Plaine aride où chaque grain de sable est ma foi,
Un océan pour mon esprit en désarroi,
De caresses lascives mais pleines d’émoi.
J’écris, attendant tes faveurs, car une fois
Seulement par jour, tu le sais bien, j’y ai droit,
Puisque penser à toi, c’est t’embrasser déjà.
De ta paix paresseuse je suis la proie,
Reliefs escarpés d’une vie où je me débats,
Ou gouffres sans fond d’angoisse, ne sont plus pour moi :
Ton corps si frêle et maigre est le pont qui m’échoit,
Le tunnel creusant les montagnes qu’autrefois
Je devais gravir sans corde, ni piquet de bois,
Seule et sans attelle quand ma jambe parfois
Se brisait sous l’effort et les rigueurs du froid,
Quand la solitude glaçait mes jours, mes mois.
Ocean TiesLove of the azure sea,Ocean Ties13 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft brush strokes envelope,
Bind and tie you to me,
The wind rushes and I hope.
AshThe dusk of embers risen pine,Ash13 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
A light touch, deft and precise,
Flakes dancing gaily twine,
And through the air into the night.
Pokemon Cross Revolution: Sinnoh Frontier 24Pokemon Cross Revolution: Sinnoh Frontier 2414 minutes ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Episode #24: The Final Battle! (Part 2)
The battle between Kent and Rain continued on, with Kent annoyed that a kid like Rain was actually getting the better of him. Rain was confident that he was going to win and wasn't going to stop until he beat him. The quicker the better.
“Tell me, Rain,” Kent said. “What exactly does this tournament mean to you?”
Rain wondered what he meant by that.
“You seem to be here to stop Shinsei Muto, and have no desire to win the prize. Why participate when you can simply stop Mr. Muto normally.”
“Because there are a few out there who expect me to win!” Rain replied. “Palmer...and my brother, Kaze Eidoh!”
“Well, it would seem odd that you'd be so determined to stop Mr. Muto yet ignore the final battle of the Battle Frontier, a title held in high regard.”
“At this point, my friends are more important than anything else. The Sinnoh League title was importan
The WastemanThe Wasteman combs along the road,The Wasteman14 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Collects the diamonds in the rot,
His shoulders low and curved with time,
The weight of debris is his lot,
Though he'll not begrude the grime,
Needs must he bear this loathsome load.
Le Repos tout trouveJe saisis entre mes doigts ton corps élancé,Le Repos tout trouve14 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Te déclare ma flamme, tu en es consumée,
Tu brûles pour moi, deux vies partent en fumée :
La mienne, qui ne tient qu’à ta seule extrémité,
Et la tienne, que mes lèvres, emplies d’avidité,
Aspirent lentement pour ma tranquillité,
Car sans toi, ma vie n’est qu’angoisse et anxiété,
J’ai longtemps refusé, je dirais redouté,
La douceur de ton haleine, qui va m’entêter.
Je ne vois dans tes chauds soupirs que volupté,
De la tendre passion dans nos rugueux baisers,
Et tant de plaisir dans ces temps à patienter
Où je caresse du doigt ton corps affiné,
Regarde ta très simple robe te quitter,
Te dévorant des yeux avant de t’embrasser.
Tout le jour je t’aurai ardemment désirée,
Je glisse vers cette obsession de m’altérer,
Et l’émotion demeure de te retrouve
No Man's Sea“Testing…testing…is this thing on?”No Man's Sea14 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard Haywood never did like headsets. They made his ears hurt at his last job, and that wasn’t counting the screeching white noise he had to deal with. The fact that he was wearing a clumsy diving helmet didn’t help matters.
A five-foot-eleven man of African-American descent, Gerard was average in size and stature, but physical strength wasn’t the key to his success. That little wonder lay within his smooth, hairless cranium. He was a gifted man, always had been. Sure, it didn’t save him from schoolyard bullies back in the day, but look at him now. Gerard was all too proud of his accomplishments, and this latest venture of his would be no different.
Gerard didn’t quite know why, but he was tied to the sea. Perhaps it was the frequent childhood visits to the Georgia Aquarium, or perhaps those memorable fishing trips to his great-uncle’s lakefront property. The Atlanta native hardly e
The City is Too MuchWhat is it worth?The City is Too Much14 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crumbling pile of brick,
Concrete, wiring up to the edge,
Sharp, sharded glass and people,
Bursting forth with filthy vitality,
And too many drunken roars,
Trying desperately to silence,
Only serves to diminish them.
ZoneIgnitions flare in stopped emotion,Zone15 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hollow space is opened up,
And who are we, this human race?
To dare to taketh up this cup?
To dream of spaces thus undreamt?
Far flung we are into the depths,
Wanderlust has taken hold,
Into our hearts has deeply crept,
Our minds and wills doubtless sold,
But we still cling to this lofty hope!
Articuno's Queen - Chapter Five Anna brushed down her dark dress and slowly clicked open her door. Thera and Sigurd padded at her side as she stepped out into the corridor and closed the door. She glanced across and bit her lip, and then took the few steps across to Elsa’s door. She knocked quietly, as if she wasn’t really expecting an answer.Articuno's Queen - Chapter Five16 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
She didn’t get one. Anna hesitated, and then turned away. Perhaps Elsa was already there. But as she walked down the corridor, she already knew.
Elsa heard Anna knocking at her door and cracked her eyes open, breathing shallowly now that everything had happened. Ice hung in the air around her, streaking up the walls and along the floor. She hugged her cloak to her. She should get up. Go. She was the Crown Princess; she had to make an appearance.
Ice sparked around her, scoring marks in the wooden panels. She couldn’t.
She listened to Anna’s footsteps as she walked away, and leant her head back against the wall.
Electric TreesThe trees watch carefully,Electric Trees16 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sending out their invisible aura,
In slow, rhythmic pulsations,
Few leaves are winding down,
Even less will touch the ground;
Lucky those held in esteem,
Shine emerald in the light,
Ever decreasing though,
The darkness is showing;
The worrisome strings,
Of a violin sting my ears,
Electric nonsense stirs something,
Inside me, but vey briefly,
The trees spark, shatter.
The SeasideWaves along the marching sands,The Seaside17 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trailing their glittering and flows,
A cawking whirling mass of fellows,
Wings hotly on the shore;
And brightly, sure,
Among the narrows deep,
And lonely too their sorrows,
That they would so dearly keep.
DilemmaThe water runsDilemma17 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can hear the sound
Feel the heat begin to raise
Soon the steam starts hitting my face
I inhale the heat
My hands get closer and closer
I am ready to burn away the pain
To boil these hands and forget it all
The steam hits me face more and more
But its not worth it
Even though it would be nice
I need to be strong for me for her
Because what chance do I ever have as a weak man
I must be strong
What if I aspired to be the Superman she used to see
What if I became the man she saw
I can do that
I can be strong
So I turn it off
The pain is still there
But I will be stronger
A T.F. (Ch.3)(Fabrics of the Truth)Hmm.... where exactly am I?A T.F. (Ch.3)(Fabrics of the Truth)18 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was, yet again, left alone for himself. This time was different though. He remembered. He remembers. His not-so-pleasant encounter with the echidna, whose name he could only deduce as far as Knux - really? - and the meeting between this 'Knux' and Rouge, the female bat. The fact that anthropomorphic animals exists here. The reality he is in. And the rainbow-coloured emerald. Wait, is that why I'm here? Sent to the 'main' emerald by that? As farfetched it may had sounded to him, it looked like the only reasonable explanation. No, I will just take is as it is. The time has not yet come for me to know. And I fucking hate that.
How did the emerald come to my possession anyway? He couldn't remember of a single point in time where he willingly accepted the gem from anyone, or for that matter, anywhere. He took it out, and shimmered in the light. Curiously, he inspected it like some kind of rare insect, trying to find out exactly what it is. Failure. Where exact
The Color of a Red RoseBecause what are seven perils unseen?The Color of a Red Rose18 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
But dreamt lies,
Eaten as it seems;
The chunk enters now,
In wrought ironclad sense,
But we'll not see these days,
Within days within days;
I can't quite open up,
But it wasn't right,
And things ain't what they appear,
Cleaver, no, seethe and rise!
But I can't bring myself,
To cut this heat-red rose.
Micropasta: New ProspectsMicropasta: New ProspectsMicropasta: New Prospects19 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hello and good morning, inmates of New Prospects Private Prison. The time is precisely 7:00 AM Eastern Standard Time, and after consulting everyone’s favourite insane oracle, He Who is of Weeping Sores, the prison’s seers have decided that I, the Announcer, get to live another day without being sacrificed. Hooray! Unfortunately Prisoner #331 has been decided through a random number generator to be sacrificed in my place. Oooh, so sorry, #331! But we have to keep the Sealing Curse of Aushr’akam active somehow, and it’s really no different from being sent to the electric chair in principle. Plus, your lifeblood will be recycled and used in the Basin of Tears, and your guts, bone, and muscle will be put to good use decorating the Warden’s chambers. As an aside, the letter from Judge Horace has finally been processed and it seems you were indeed innocent and merely sent here as a result of a clerical error, but…well, it’s