Train Under WaterBrother,Train Under Water5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm writing to tell you I'm dropping out of college; I haven't told anyone. I'm twitching, Michael. The hunger came back a few weeks ago, and I'm not sure it ever left. Regardless, it's crying now, and I need to go. I need to keep moving on. I'm leaving for Chicago tomorrow. My train takes off in the afternoon, and when I get there, I'll leave again. I want to go somewhere new, Michael.
I want to go somewhere I have never seen before.
Now, I know you have to be worried, but don't, Brother. Don't you be afraid. I'll write to you wherever I go. I won't leave a return address, please don't try to follow me. You can't, Michael, you're too smart. Your place is here among these people; and mine is out there. You're meant for your books; I'm meant for my trees. I want to roar from the woods with a pen mightier than He
the wateri almost drowned a few years back that december.the water11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you were making waves before i even hit the water
on a hill in hartford and elsewhere out east.
it's crazy to think we never would meet if it weren't for me
losing my cool and now i can't kick it, but fuck it.
it's as if it we're meant to be and you were meant for me;
both broken, we push it, and smile, and bullshit.
sometimes i skip rocks and she sings songs.
the tide turned sometime when you hit a different dialect,
a different tongue, my stomach turned, lines blurred,
i wanted to run or at least push myself into the pool.
sink or swim, crash and burn,
it's all the same, i live and learn,
but what's there to gain when the mistake isn't mine
and i'm still doing time staring at the water,
staring at the water,
staring at the water, i remember
i almost drowned a few years back.
WaterI lap at your feet, welcoming you into my depths.Water5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seducing your toes to step closer, wade further
Its a cool day, and I offer warmth and comfort
Begging you to swim, even though you know
That danger lurks with me
I entice your senses,
A single dance with the darkness
A sway into danger,
Cant be that bad,
Chinese Water TortureChinese Water Torture9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chinese water torture
I could never figure you out.
Will I ever be able to?
You are…unintelligible to me.
But thoroughly, THOROUGHLY
An unwritten script…
The conclusion….if my discovery process continues on its
course, will not be in
my lifetime. You are
And while you exist, your discovery shall
I shall go
insane, I say…surely I shall
lose my mind if this goes on.
Nothing. No patterns. No signs…
No way for me to tell what will happen with
One day, love…
figure you out.
Will I still be inte
water-colour emotionsyou can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,water-colour emotions2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me three winters ago that she could read the leaves and tell me how my skin was going to grow
and how my head was going to think six summers from now. she told me that my precious head was ever tired
over nothing and my chests storm will ease after one final hurricane, that despite its best efforts will
not destroy me, simply leave my skin a little tougher and my m
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
soft as waterthis is the funeralsoft as water10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where grey ash spreads
& in the air, a traffic of kites stream across the horizon,
the ash of sails, ghostly non existent,
sails set wide, slicing across the Hudson river
the water heals itself
rescinding wounds, sowing back together the places
where edges meet, and we become soft as water
doves sow the horizon thus, weaving through the kites on fire
& the lovers on fire
and the burns and burns and ink stains
on quiet carpets
everything became a silent memory buried under graves
in the cemetery sails bloom in deathly renaissance.
overpopulation expands exponentially
underground, in empty spaces
(between the sand, rivers, dust storms)
waves recede and seagulls echo
and the shivering saline sea is rough
(baring our naked spines against the asphalt
of the shore, the seagulls soaring echo
more truth than we'll ever know)
they know about:
recessions, receding shorelines and horizons,
and men retreating within,
Fire and WaterIt was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.Fire and Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the Lancashire countryside as though it were the dearest friend, and for years now its other residents had come to her for aid. She knew which plants could heal or, if nothing were to be done, could simply ward off the pain.
She sniffed, wiping a drop of cold rainwater off the end of her nose, and looked across her herb garden at Sally. Sally was her co
WaterI give life and...Water5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can take it away again.
A little of me is never enough,
but too much will kill you.
I am a sculptor,
carving new landscapes.
A mover of mountains,
even if only a few pebbles at a time.
I am a rare treasure,
a jewel in the desert,
though taken for granted
many other places.
I flow, I ripple,
I can freeze time.
I fall from the skies,
run from the mountains,
wash upon distant shores.
Complex and simple at turns.
A thing of reality and of myth.
The only thing I fear is man,
and what you do to me.
I am water...
Water SignsThen water, you and I,Water Signs4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scorpio and Cancer, respectively,
yours the calm fathomed passion of lake
mine a spring fed, fast-tumbling brook
You taught me to swim in your deep
with caressing breast and leg stroke
I flashed my silver moon flair, leapt,
like a fish, into dizzying ozone air
matched my fall-free
drowning-dive to your quiver.
Oh the silky innuendo,
shimmered laughter and sparkling jive -
though you wanted more of wet and more wet,
I, the tiptoe through shallow
fearful I could get lured, hooked
by such a catch-and-release kind of man.
Water of LifeWater of Life8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
WaterLuminous springs of purityWater6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a song sung by God
calm blossoms of sweetness
the sensation will sweep us.
Our soul will revive,
dance spirit across the rain
drench us in our power,
beneath the sun shower.
Hands cupped to take a sip
as we're swam away by life
we jump into the river
left with but a shiver.
'The water touches her lips,
eyes widened as she sips,
never felt so pure,
the water was her cure.'
Water DragonWater Dragon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Also known as the Sea Dragon. they may have a cool exterior, but their temper couldn't be hotter. they are very loyal and value their home, family and possessions over all else and will defend it with their life. Anyone who poses as a threat may end up mangled, so people don't mess with them.
My lone RoseYou stand alone.My lone Rose4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like the reddest of roses on an open and barren plain,
The striking crimson on a bleak and grey backdrop
Catches every eye that glances across the hollow atmosphere.
Cast out from the bed of dozens,
Your thorns cut too deep,
Standing as one,
It was the loneliness you chose to keep.
And you now strike a chord,
In every living being,
Your beauty is dangerous,
But well worth seeing.
So cut as deep as you can,
I need something to remember you by,
A small scar across my heart will be just fine.
The Bride of the Water GodThe Bride of the Water God4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the still, silver waters
The god in eternal silence sleeps
Waiting for the ripple of crystal tears
To shatter the mirror of dreams.
Beyond the reach of endless streams
Lies a treasured, fleeting love
And as the starlight fades to embers
The heavens stir, forever weeping.
Ice rims the verges of his heart
Withholds the blessed rain unfallen
And yet, yet she comes to stay,
This sacrifice for a dying land.
Beneath the moon's argent rays
The night-blooming cereus wakes,
Warms the cold celestial hand
To gently touch her shining face.
Above the lush earth and sea
The unbound heavens whisper softly
Of this cherished mortal, beloved
Of the god whose heart she keeps.
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
In LoveIn LoveIn Love6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
water does wonders part 3This is a breast inflation story; if you dont like it TURN BACK NOW!!water does wonders part 37 years ago in Erotic More Like This
(for full details read water does wonders part 1 and 2)
It had been three months since Sarah had turned into a human vaporeon and she had gotten use to having her new body parts. The scientists were able to find a way also to shrink Sarah down in case she had too much water, place a needle anywhere onto her body and start to drain the water. Sarah now liked to inflate herself if she had nothing to do until she started to grow taller. The door to her room opened and Roy entered hey Sarah, how are you feeling today? he asked. Im not too bad why do you ask? Sarah replied. Well put on a bikini and your coat because were going to a beach again. But this time weve rented it so no one else will see you or try and capture you like last time Roy explained. Sarah nodded and went to her closet why are we going now? Its summer I know but why now of all times?
Water for ElephantsWater for Elephants3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining heavily that night.
I squinted, trying to make out just what the shape was. The rain obscured most of my vision, preventing me from seeing clearly through my window. Whatever it was, it was bound to block traffic later, what with standing in the middle of the road. I sighed, putting on some boots and grabbing my red umbrella on the way out of my office, thankful that for once, Feliciano wasn't absent-minded enough to forget returning my umbrella for once-I had ended up having to run all the way home in the pouring rain more often than not thanks to the ditzy owner of the Vargas Circus.
Once I had stepped out of the warm confines of my office, I had to maintain a strong grip onto my umbrella; otherwise the wind would grab it like a thief and send me chasing after it like a madman. It sprayed rain all over my face anyway.
All the more reason to get this done and over quickly, dammit.
I approached the silhouette of the object I've been peeking out of my window for qu
WaterAll I asked was for a single glass of water. A glass, a cup, an ounce, a single drop would be enough. I knew you could see me dying there, my body draining itself of whatever resources were left, I know you heard me crying in the night, wasting precious tears in the hope of a little mercy. I licked them away as they fell as best as I could. I couldn't afford to waste them. It was a wonder I could produce tears at all, and there came a day when they finally stopped.Water4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And I thought you had broke, when you came to me in the day, when the sun stole what little I tried to preserve. You held the thing I craved, you held life as far as I was concerned, and I drank without thinking, and you watched as I threw it up and convulsed. You tipped over a bucket of rainwater and watched me lap it up from the floor like a dog.
I asked for food. A crust, a crumb, anything to end the pain in my stomach. You gave me meat, stinking and crawling with maggots. You gave me bread hard as stone, my feeble
Water :PoliceEnglandxReader:- _____! What are you doing here? You turned to see your friend Eduard smiling at you. You close the book you were reading and returned the smile. Hello Ed! I went here to give back a book to the library, but then I saw this awesome book andWater :PoliceEnglandxReader:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- I see, but hurry up, the library is closing!
You looked at him surprised. Closing? You looked at your watch: it were six p.m. You were shocked: you spent about three hours in the library! You jumped up quickly greeting Eduard and ran outside. When you finally got out, you were attacked by a violent downpour. The rain was really thick, the streets was full of water but you needed to go home, so you took a bus. All of sudden the bus stopped. You asked: - Why we stopped? The driver shrugged: - There's too many water, we can't move forward.
You got out from the bus; the streets were flood. You tried to walk a bit, but you got stuck. The people was running here and there, and a policeman was trying to calm down
Pokemon: Water BluePokemon: Water Blue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokemon "Water Blue"
It all started when I was in a primary school. When Pokemon epidemic came to Russia
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I was among those lucky ones who got the GameBoy and some Pokemon cartridges for it.
I had the "Blue" version. All my classmates Well, not only classmates, everyone at school was envious at me. Even teachers asked me to play on my GameBoy
My starter was always Charmander. I don't remember why, but I called her "MOUKOU". It was difficult to start; I often found small bugs or too powerful enemies. But when I got my party I don't remember which Pokemon were there But nothing could be a match for us.
Time passed I needed to catch only several Pokemon to fill my Pokedex. There simply was no one to trade with. One day I tried to turn on my GameBoy, but Long story short, it wasn't usable anymore. It was a large tragedy for me in form 4 I saved a cartridge as a memory about... Well, yes, I can call M