LettersLetters11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turned to talk to you today
But no one was there
I'd forgotten again
Went to your funeral today
They had your favorite flowers
It was pretty
Your mom came over for dinner today
She left before dessert
I think she cried
Found the sweater I had borrowed today
Did you know how much you'd hurt us?
I know you did
Your boyfriend talked to me today
He said he understood how I felt
I just walked away
Went to your house, found my pills today
Did I tell you your parents are moving?
They can't take the memories anymore
Wanted to hurt someone today
Make someone share my pain
But I couldn't
Started killing my pain today
Maybe if I can punish myself
God will forgive
PerfectSilky smoothPerfect7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Touching softly everywhere
Your eyes and a cool air
If you want me
If you dare
Perfect as you label me
Perfect as I seem to be
Close your heart
And dont forget
My sweet little voice
Inside your head
And everything else left
Yet still so perfect as you label me
And perfect as I seem to be
Used by my love
And lost guidance from above
Yet desire left to be faded
Emotions past dated
Do not dare
Blink and stare
Im not as perfect as you label me
Not as perfect as I seem to be
Or else you would want me
Or else you would need me
Zelda: OoT Novelization, pt 1The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of TimeZelda: OoT Novelization, pt 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Novelization by animetayl
The Legend of Zelda and all characters associated is the property of Nintendo Inc.
"In the vast, deep forest of Hyrule... long have I served as the Guardian Spirit. I am known as the Deku Tree. The children of the forest, the Kokiri, live here with me. Each Kokiri has his or her own guardian fairy. However, there is one boy who is without a fairy..."
An Unlikely Hero
The Deku Tree towered above the other trees of the forest. A giant of a tree resembling an ancient oak, his dense foliage rustled in the eastern breeze which had sprung up around midmorning. If one looked closely enough, a faint impression of a face could be seen on the rugged bark. The Deku Tree was rooted in a glade connected to the village of the Kokiri. The single narrow, overgrown path was not only difficult to find, but was also obstructed by a strange sort of high magic which pe
Working Without a NetWorking Without a Net12 years ago in Humor More Like This
I did what any of us would have done when learning that my Internet service had been shut down. I cried.
Actually, that's not completely true. The first thing I did was frantically dial up the campus tech people, who told me the problem would be resolved in an hour. Anyone who has ever dealt with Electronic Device Repairpersons should already know that "an hour" in their language translates into "sometime between an hour and the rapture."
So I waited an hour. Then I cried.
How could I possibly function without instant access to news, entertainment, and all that other stuff that's just sort of there? What could I do in place of checking my e-mail every 20 minutes and playing Slingo? This was a major problem.
But after a moment of despair, I dried my tears with the hanky of determination. I would not let this defeat me! I had lived happily before without the Internet and I could live the same way now! I only had to remember how.
I first tried reading an ancient text recording from when p
. my confession .. my confession .10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every single evening,
when twilight deciedes to take over the bright sky once again,
I take my thoughts for a walk.
Every single evening,
when the daylight gives in,
I make my confession to the only ones who are always there to listen.
This is it.
This is my confession, my precious voiceless confidants.
Every single evening they fly away,
carrying another fugutive thought, another part of me.
Setting me free.
Zelda: OoT Novelization, Ch2-2Link slowly opened his eyes and squinted, the afternoon sun shining through his window and onto his face. He was sprawled out crosswise on his bed, legs and feet dangling off the edge. That was a strange dream, Link thought as he dragged himself into a sitting position. But that wasn't a surprise- he had so many of those lately.Zelda: OoT Novelization, Ch2-26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Saria was going to scold him for sleeping so late. Link placed a hand on his forehead and groaned. He had a throbbing headache.
"So you're finally awake, Link. I thought you were going to snooze the entire day away!"
Link gasped at the unexpected noise. He looked over his shoulder, the light and sound sending needles of pain through his head. "I thought you were a figment of my imagination, fairy. Too bad."
Navi pouted and put her hands on her hips. "Don't be mean. It was harder to establish a link with someone as old as you are. That's why it was painful."
"Is that why I couldn't understand you before?"
You SaidYou Said10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said that you loved me
Me, the person, for who I am
But I wasn't allowed to be me when I was with you
Was that really love, is that what love is?
You said you wanted to help me
Yet instead you criticized, you put me down
Never gave me a chance to get better
Was that really help, is that what help is?
You said you wanted to cherish me
But you broke my heart into a million pieces
You stepped on what was left of my soul
Is that how you cherish, is that what cherishing is?
You said you would try to understand me
Yet your mind was closed to the meaning of my words
Your ears could not hear what I was saying
Is that true understanding, is that what understanding is?
All I wanted to do was love you and have you love me
No strings attached
All I wanted to do was be with you and share my life
I never asked for anything in return
But all of me was never enough to please you
All that I am was not good enough
You said you would never walk away
And now you said, Goodbye
Angel Down -- JDAAngel Down -- JDA11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dust filled skies coat an October's dusk
A hazy orange moon rises to scare and fright
Withering cobs lay within forgotten husks
Harvest-time abandoned with the coming night
Withering trees outcast a taste of a world grown chill
The tumbled leaves of amber decay on the ground
Oppressive scents of the past on the wind not still
And upon it there begins a loud, keening sound
Darkness emerges fearlessly as the sun finally falls
And the shapes of a black force begins to take wing
Noble and pauper, together. clutching within their walls
As a many-voiced chorus can now be heard to sing
"The evil in your hearts lets us hold sway
We'll take you by night and feed in the day
Poor as a mouse, or wear a kings crown
For we are the lice within angel down"
Black wings beat lazily in the heights far above
The hell-spawn creatures come single or by two
Teeth, growing stained, bring an era without love
And with each new sunfall it is begun anew
Time may pass and the torment come to an end
Peace may come
elessarelessar10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if we breath, they can hear.
they are watching
when you shed your tears
they create and you destroy
monotone voices crowd
visions of such simplistic life
you want your idealistic future
but sins are always dressed in somthing elegant.
MoreTo remember a day in a yearMore11 years ago in Other More Like This
is to remember a minute
in an hour.
And to name a star in the sky
is to name a seed
in a flower.
To sing a note in a song
is to sing a word
in a letter.
And to make the sun hotter
is to make the ocean
To heal the cured with a touch
is to heal the dead
with a kiss.
And to love the unloved with a whole heart
is to love the devil
and not miss.
To want more when you have nothing at all
is to want nothing
when you love what you got.
And to want nothing when you have nothing
is to want it all
when you hate what you naught.
disorderly, not a disorder.All of my friends have pretty eyes, because I'm convinced that they might see a prettier world than me. Mine are little more than holes in my face, originally hazel but usually b l a c k.disorderly, not a disorder.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Our garden is filled with flora of all scents, flavours and appearances, but all I see are the misshaped petals, hunchbacked spines and corroded barb wires regardless of their individual p-pulchritude. I value the withering and the withered, those with no shell for their vertebrae and no petals for their stigmas. At least they are so glaringly flawed that there are no foibles left to unknowingly search for.
I fall in love with silhouettes because anything tangible h u r t s. Little jagged pills are the bane of my life and concealed, violent red paths narrate a story of everything in it. I spent so much time in hospitals that everything smells like grief and disinfectant.
I see imagination three-dimensionally. The dark shadows curling around my body aren't so false anymore. They ar
HeroHero9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
Hold it tight.
No waking dreams will come tonight.
You always seem to be there,
When I trip, when I fall.
You want to be my hero.
Though you try the best you can,
You can't save me from everything.
Why don't you see,
Your efforts are wasted on me.
I need no hero.
Before you came I had no other,
No other to save me but myself.
Let me be my hero.
No comforting should I need,
No hand to give me strength.
Yet you always seem to be there those times when I would need someone most.
Please, don't try to be my hero.
There are those that need you more than I,
Go and be their hero.
Even though my words are tough,
Sometimes I need a hero.
So I guess, just for now,
You can be my hero.
EmoEmo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling, feeling so weightless.
So free, falling headfirst into…
I opened my eyes and saw,
Darkness and I fell into its embrace.
Into the nothingness,
The abyss is so quiet.
So peaceful and serene,
Is this death?
I never imagined it like this…
I smiled at the emptiness before me.
I could have sworn it smiled back.
I lay at the cold marbles of emptiness.
I began to dream.
I dreamt of…
Bright light flashed into my vision.
I woke up with a start.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes" I said, as I felt your comforting hand on my shoulder.
This is just a dream after all…
Roeses and Scar tissueRally to my forgotten rooms and I will set you down amidst the petals of a thousand roses,Roeses and Scar tissue9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Listen as I touch you it's the only way for you to know this,
I can't tell you now, just lay back and I will make you feel cherished,
The music's playing slow, close your eyes and enjoy this,
Striped to the skin you lie down on petals, a pillow, and a soft blanket,
There's magic in the stars tonight and it's time to shape it
One ear for music, the other to listen to you breathe
I hold my breath as I start to give you all of me,
Not all at one once though, this all has to happen slowly
It starts at the skin but, at the end your heart will know me
Eyes closed in the candle golden room, your skin grows goosebumps
My words find your ear as I whisper softly, "the first part is trust"
It starts with the tips of my hands on the edges of you skin
Beginning at your ankles up to your shoulders, then down to your hips
Smooth fingers give way to just a hint of fingernails
I hear you hold your breath and slow
Zelda: Lost in the LabyrinthZelda: Lost in the Labyrinth10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been trapped in this maze for so long.
It feels like the cold, stone walls are pressing in around me.
The night is coming;
The light fades.
My unseen enemies hide in the dark.
The shifting shadows trick my tired eyes.
Exhaustion and cold are taking their toll.
My fingers are numb;
Does my aim still hold true?
The howling of the wind hides the whistle of arrows flying past me.
The musky smell of the forest mingles with the stench of my enemies.
It sickens me.
I feel so tired.
I can taste the saltiness of my sweat,
And the metallic taste of blood.
The softness of the grass invites me.
I cannot let them see how tired I feel.
My will to live is what keeps me moving.
Making Love 101Making Love 10112 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
yes I have been there before and it starts over w/ each person you\'re w/ b/c everyone likes diff things. Best thing to keep in mind is to
-HAVE FUN... JOKE AROUND in a good non hurtful way
-talk about things you guys know you like and do not like esp do nots
some people have parts of their body they are sensitive about... ask her... and try not to focus on those parts but do show them love if she allows.
-when you are w/ someone esp. someone you love... if you or they have been abused in some way... held down or hurt in some way w/ some one the more vaulnerable you get w/ someone the more these things may come up. you wouldn\'t want her and she wouldn\'t want you to flash back and not tell you or be put through something they can\'t take.
-a good way to help this out is to have a STOP word like \"k baby\" or just pull one another in to a hug postion and let her know that this will be TOTALLY ok... before anything happens... reasuring is the key.
*if one of you starts
Dance"Untill We Dance Again..."Dance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be lifeless,
We are the trees,
In the hours of darkness,
We hold hands,
Branches entangles our leaves,
Like silver glows, in the moonlight,
We are nothing,
But in turn that never mattered,
Because we are together,
In a time, forever.
In the darkness,
We arrest ourselves,
To the full moon,
Which drifts between the dancing clouds,
Inevitably, we are to fall,
But akin to the clouds we exist strong,
And dance the night alone.
Like leaves we float,
Dancing on the stillness of the river,
Black dragons bathe below,
Holding the ideal of an unborn child,
Bleeding dark and deep in a dream,
Collapsing in the cuts of our own awakening.
But this dream must end somewhere,
A heart fixed to angels wings,
Cannot keep carrying on, at babies breathe alone,
It is sinister,
But I will still hold you,
And though the river is damp,
The deepness is what will slay us.
But never fear,
Because when we die,
Angels will lift us towards the sky,
Until we dance again
Of Fireflies and Dying StarsOf Fireflies and Dying Stars11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why do the fireflies do that?"
Tonight the air was humid, but a pleasant breeze was blowing over us. I was stretched out on the swing out back, one foot bare and propped up on the swing's left arm and the other slid into my shoe. With gentle pressure I guided the swing back and forth through that sultry summer air. Dana had ranged herself between my legs and rested her head on my chest. For a time I had indulged myself in stroking a hand through that mane of baby-soft black hair, then I had simply left my hand on her frail shoulder. She had been so quiet while we rocked, listening to my heartbeat and watching the ripples ride over the pond. But as the sun sank down behind the trees and the night came to life with the music of frogs and cicadas, she had begun her quest for knowledge.
"Do what?" I asked as I watched the field of fire
Undying LustMany miles we're apartUndying Lust7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Many moons pass us
But you're always with me
Right here in my heart
I can't explain the feeling
Can't put it into words
But I know when I see your eyes
My loneliness starts to heal
Many tears I've cried
Every one just for you
I tried to ignore it
Tried to run away
But I came back
Because you're like my sanctuary
Everything about you
Is so charming and beautiful
Your beauty makes me melt
Your voice makes me nervous
And being in your arms
Is the one place I'd rather be
I understand if you don't feel the same
I just had to say these words
Because I never met a guy like you
Never adored such a name
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
English Poems 2Drowning in DepressionEnglish Poems 28 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you tell she hides behind a mask?
One covered by giggles, smiles and laughs?
Can you tell she's the girl who always cries,
And makes up for it with all her lies?
She manages to smile,
When her heart screams to cry.
There are even days when she wishes to die.
She's the shy moon, hiding behind clouds
Keeping secrets hidden away.
She feels abandoned like a lost little dog
Wishing someone would just come along
Someone who'd like her, and just take her home,
Giving her love, giving her hope,
And helping her when her back's against the rope.
Maybe someday she'll have lots of fun,
And maybe, just maybe, you'll be the one
Who gets her to really laugh and really smile,
Even if it is for only a short while.
Waiting for her Love
She sits by the pond with a smile on her face,
Waiting for someone who'll make her heart race.
She looks around with a parasol in hand
Trying to find someone she can call her man.
With her eyes as blue as the cheongsam she wore,
Fate Marked Her as His Own.Fate Marked Her as His Own.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heart beats soft and fading,
Wrapped in lace of ebony,
Bound with a ribbon of thorns...
Petals melt from crimson roses
The dawning light weeps
Silently she dries golden tears
Though her fingertips stain the sky
Despairing, her sweet head falls.
Night descends on ancient wings
Shattered by a thousand stars
Watching in imperial silence,
So cold. Her skin trembles.
Ice white and burning,
The sky rings to their song.
Purest, clearer than the bells,
Lost to her forever.
She cannot cry.
Forgotten, she fears no void.
Pain her consort, her darkest lover,
And the only forever true.
Scars rise up from her fading soul
To kill the beauty of every dream.
Grief and fury ensnare her mind,
And weave a web of hungering need
Until twisted vines leave her empty.
Broken, she swallows torment.
A heart beats soft and fading.
Wrapped in lace of ebony,
Bound with a ribbon of thorns...
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what