The Unread BookYou only see the outlineThe Unread Book4 years ago in Free Verse
Please take a closer look
I am the silhouette
I am the unread book
Letters and words within me
Arranged in such a way
This narrative keeps the readers eyes fixed
To the words that I say
Evoking an array of emotions
From the first page to the last
Keep you from putting me down
Chapter to paragraph
Heroes and heroines
Acting out in fictional arenas
Facts and figures educate
And quench lifes thinkers and dreamers
The feel of my page on your fingers
The scent that lies within
They judge me on my appearance
Before the first chapter even begins
So I remain on the shelf
Slowly gathering dust
Nowadays they rarely look beyond my cover
I am the unread book
The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.The Book Thief6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink over every wet word.
It was her breath. Eternally bated, as if waiting for the end. Waiting and watching and breathing in again. In and out, up and down. Rising and falling like a personal tide, the waves being pulled by another man's words.
She must have known. She must have felt inside the craft that went into each of these markings. The work, the t
Book Four: Air - Chapter OneBook Four: Air - Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Water, Earth, Fire, Air. We believed we'd saved the world by defeating Ozai and ending the war. But as the dust settled, new conflicts arose. And that was just the beginning...
"One hundred years of war had left the nations torn and divided. It was in Ba Sing Se, the great Earth Kingdom capital, that representatives from the Three Nations gathered to talk of Peace.
"My friends and I were hailed as heroes and we worked tirelessly to help bridge the gaps between our nations. A few weeks had passed since the end of the war but it was impossible to say if our efforts were making a difference
"And although Aang never talked about it, I could tell he was worried about the future; not just of the nations, but of the Avatar as well. Once he was gone, how would the next Avatar learn airbending? Was the cycle broken?
"As summer drew to a close, we faced the changing winds of fall; the Season of Air,
That BookEncouragementThat Book4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
Poison Apple Book PreviewPoison Apple Book Preview9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Liam T. Dredd and Diaphanous Haze
Were married in not unusual ways.
They booked a cathedral, they made their vows,
Bought as much insurance as the state allows.
He called her Daffi, She called him Lee,
He wrote out their wills, she made them some tea.
"I'll sign the papers if you will," she said.
"A million if either of us drops dead."
"I have a confession, my dear," said he.
"Counting the others, you're Wife Number Three.
"My dear exes were strangled, drowned and shot,
They left me quite lonely, but left me a lot."
"How sad!" said Daffi with a secret smile,
"But at least your marriages were worthwhile.
"Now, my late husbands, of which there were four,
Never gave me a penny. That's why they're no more."
"It seems I'll be careful from now on," Lee sighed,
"For I've finally found my match in a bride.
"And speaking of matches, look under your chair,
I've hidden a clever bomb under there."
"Oh, I found it," said Daffi, "I'm afraid it's destroyed
"That charming young housemaid w
Always... Book 1 Chapter 1Always... Book 1 Chapter 15 years ago in General Fiction
"Severus, it is imperative that I speak with you."
The Potions Master looked up from his gently simmering cauldron to see the Headmaster standing in the doorway of the dungeon.
Dumbledore held up a rather shabby package wrapped in brown paper. "It has arrived." He brought it over to the table where Snape stood, and placed it on the table. "Just in time, too, for I have received a letter that an attempt has already been made." He pulled a letter out of his pocket and set it next to the little package. It was addressed to Dumbledore from the Head Goblin of Gringotts.
"So, this is really it then?" Snape asked, barely brushing the package with the tips of his fingers. When the Headmaster didn't object, Snape gingerly picked it up and removed the wrappings. A small, somewhat unimpressive, blood-red red stone sat in his hand.
It was completely unremarkable except for the way it reflected the fire under Snape's cauldron. The flames seemed to dance across the surf
BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 2From Crosby-Chan:BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 27 years ago in General Non-Fiction
How many FISH does a starFEET have?
Me: Damn you....what the hell are we talking about?
"Haha" is really just part of "MWAAAHAAAAHAAA!"
"Extraordinary is really just 'extra ordinary'."
my favorite quote from 'innocence'
Kisame: sasori...you love him
sasori: ...i dont love him....
kisame: you just want to put him in bunny suit and molest him.
oddly enough, from twilight:
edward: sex...money...sex...money...the bill...money...cat?
cat guy: *sigh*
bella: your mood swings are giving me whip lash
me *reading fortune cookie* Achievement is 1% aspiration and 99% perspiration
devina: in bed
*this was during an RP* * i played taiyo, sam played robin*
taiyo: look!!! if we could get the lecture a girlfriend! *motions to the moaning door* we can get you one!
robin: raises eyebrow*
why i love older men - Johnney depp, Dr. Collins, and sasori.
The Fairytale BookThe Fairytale Book3 years ago in Free Verse
The home of the Willow Wisps
Is not a faraway land
You do not cross wide oceans
Or tread hot valleys of sand
From the hollows of an oak tree
Awakens Queen of the Fae
Small transparent wings shimmer
In the sunlight of the day
On the voyage of sailors
Silent waters bubble to life
And bursts forth a Siren
Maiden of beauty and strife
Serene slumbering Dragon
Nestled in a cave of riches
With gold, silver, and jewels
He has fulfilled all his wishes
The beautiful lovelorn Princess
Locked away in her high tower
He is the noble, radiant sunshine
Come to rescue his sweet sunflower
Magical Forests, Castles in the Sky,
Adventures, Wonderlands, and Dreamscape
Never ending fantasy and fiction
Willow Wisp, won’t you be my escape?
The Willow Wisps sigh softly
It’s time for the magic to go home—
Home within the pages of a fairytale book
As you finish reading the poem
BOOK OF QUOTESFrom SukotoKorimake:BOOK OF QUOTES8 years ago in General Non-Fiction
the person who said "nothing is impossible" apparently never tried slamming a revolving door, or catch smoke with their bare hands.
I don't have gender preferences, I have people preferences!
Is an akatsuki yaoi channel to much to ask for!? 0.o
Sasori ish my danna.....get it?....MY DANNA! MINE!....>w<
MY DAY WAS FAN-FRECKIN-TASTICK!..NO,NO IT WAS CRAPTASTIC!
"if i hit your face and walk away, then obviously i'm a robot." --me.
"don't sit in katey's chair! you'll crush her spirit!" --my friend elyse.
"you broke it. the world is going to explode now!" --my friend eryn.
"I don't have any ham or jam, so don't slam my yam!"
"Its called Presale and promoting Dictatorship"-me
"I live for the laughs, yo"-my bff
bff: THATS AN AWESOME WAY TO KILL YOURSELF
Me: yah i prefer self-mutilation over that, sorry
Someday I will take ove
BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 1From SwirlyRockStar:BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 17 years ago in General Non-Fiction
"I'm crazy man! I let my peas and mashed potatoes touch!"
I don't have gender preferences, I have people preferences!
"Boys don't fall for me, I trip them!" Stolen from a t-shirt I saw one time.
"And then this slide goes here, you select this, and then it shall be my squishy and I shall name him squishy." (I was referring to the slide show i was making.)
"My plan is...well, now that I think about it, I don't have one. Whaddya say we throw these mashed potatoes at Hayden?"
I burn brightly. Throw water on me, and the smoke that curls to the night sky has more freedom than you ever will.
I die and I cry, I laugh and I sing. I'm not that different from you.
"My 'something tells me' that your 'something tells you' is right." ((Me, to my friend Emi-chan))
And, "A hundred years of alcohol leaving the body by any means possible is not a pretty sight." ((Artemis Fowl, first chap
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of FoxwoodFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy
As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor. Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window. There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemin
Important BookThe torn page destroyed the ending.Important Book5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The BookRead the book,The Book2 years ago in Free Verse
Of a thousand souls,
The gatekeepers book,
The keeper of the toll.
He reads your name,
From subliminal verses,
Brings forth your shame,
He must have rehearsed this.
He speaks with a tongue,
Lined with silver,
Whether old or young,
You will surely shiver.
Book of Shadows BlessingI do call the Lady and the LordBook of Shadows Blessing5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
to harken that my secrets I do bore to thee
Bless my words and bless my book
Embrace my soul, and trace my heart
And let no malice, no ill-intent
Be scripted here within these texts
Shall then all come to pass
When my hearts desires do speak.
Let thy wisdom and thy virtue
Guide me to my one true nature
Let the sun shine o'er me,
Fill my being with energy.
Let the moon glow far and wide,
And through it shall the truth be mine.
Mighty powers of Earth, and Wind, Water and Fire
To those my final call doth go.
Tempered Earth, aid me in my cherished growth.
Wild winds, shall I beckon thy clever and playful dance.
Flowing waters, shall my path be soon revealed.
Scorching fires that churn and flicker, let thy passion never ember.
Let my actions heed thy wisdom, and so
That I shall harm none, to do what I will.
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 2FO9T Book 1 Chapter 2FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 26 years ago in Fantasy
Chapter Two Gentle waves of harmonious melodic chirpings of birdsong filled Larissas head even before she opened her eyes. She awoke instantly aware of where she was or, at least, where she thought she must be. She reached up to touch her face, to touch where the dream-monitoring wires were attached. But they werent there. Had Dr. Gwen already removed them? Certainly, everything must have gone really well, thought Larissa, because she couldnt remember ever waking up feeling so well-rested and feeling so good all over. But, then again, something was strange
She stretched out her arms and legs beneath the blankets and shifted about to and fro. After a moment, she realized: This isnt the hospital bed in Dr. Gwens office. The bed she found herself in was, in fact, much nicer and comfier
What Is A Good Book?What is a good book?What Is A Good Book?3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes
A good book disappears in your hands. A good book ceases to be pages covered in words. Punctuation becomes natural pauses or tones in a voice, in the language composed of words defined and given meaning by the reader's mind. A good book does not exist in your hands. It exists in the mind. It enters and remains. It unfolds, slowly or rapidly. It builds figures with blurred features, whose emotions and characters stand out to you and are seen by you each moment you turn your eyes in their direction - you often forget their surface. You are able to forgive an ugly character for being ugly, because you do not see the character's face. You see the character's soul, and if it appeals to you, you may fall in love with a lame, battered, and malformed beast. If the soul is wonderful, the figure is wonderful an ideal judgment humans praise but do not practice.
A good book is a good book when the author's imagination is planted within the reader's mind, where two creat