Love LetterI'm sailing on a sea of red, kissing black holes and having conversations with coffee cups. Jotting notes with erasers on napkins and killing idealism with blanks. Lovers like us die slowly, drowning in committment. Stubble above a quivering lip lashing across the table aiming for a heart. But what is "dead" anyway? I'm being smothered by a self-replicating system, voice activated. Black nail polish caressing rotten teeth I'll grind this perfume bottle into your throat and leave you choking on pheromones. Kiss the heroin off my lips, lover. I need you like an amputation.Love Letter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
TomorrowTomorrow9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each day that passes, another tomorrow comes.
and with each tomorrow that comes,
so does my soul grow more fragile.
It becomes difficult, as the years grow longer
to find the fragrance of the once loved
that's been snatched away from me.
It becomes irrecoverable, the once beloved sight
the heart that has grown fonder
But while every moment passes
and with each second that flies,
the value of the memories we shared
neither ripens or depreciates into nothing
but remains unchanged, as if perpetual within time.
For even after one hundred tomorrows,
or even after one thousand tomorrows,
the signficance, of what you taught me,
remains the greatest, and most wonderful
memories I experienced.
My Little Baby ..My Little Baby ..4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
كانت هي فقطـ .. من يحتضن أحلامي المجنونة ..
حقيقةً .. كانت هي من تحلم بها .. ولكن بخيالي أنا ..
أحبّ أن أعيش في عالم أحلامها ..
أستطيع حقاً .. الركض والقفــز ..
حتى إنني كنت أصنع بيوتاً من ا
Wolf - Chapter 1Acrid smells on the air were not unusual in Ethayn’s world, and he knew them for a sign that he was safe to come out of his hiding places. On this occasion, it was the kitchen table that had been his refuge, and he crawled out and ran to the window, clambering up onto the wooden-topped counter so he could get a good view outside. A cousin, Esthelle, ran up too, but she went to the door to look, instead. Her little gasp of half-excitement and half-contentment rang into the empty kitchen air almost in sync with the sound of horses’ hooves shaking the ground.Wolf - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The riders came in little clusters, most heading towards the main stable. There was something terribly grand about the men on horseback to young Ethayn’s eyes. The youngest was his cousin Telfer, who did not even have a beard, and the oldest was his father’s uncle Grenden, his hair all salt and pepper. Ethayn’s avid stare sought out one man who stood out instantly – a tall man on a deep bay s
ChangesShe is tormented from a young age. Something in her is born flawed, because her childhood innocence does not protect her from all the pain and suffering in the world. She can only see, and feel horrified.Changes5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A mother, on a roadside, shot by a demented man who picked up his rifle in the grip of rage. There is blood, everywhere. And a son kneels at the crimson-clad lady's side, despair in the sobs that rack his body. 'Tell me what to do!' he screams, but her answer is lost in her rasping final breaths.
So much helplessness in the face of such disaster.
Her neighbour, watering his plants. She spies over the wall, perched in a mango tree, wondering if she can filch a few bilimbis from his garden without him noticing. And then suddenly, he gasps and drops the watering can, bending over sinking to the grassy ground. As she watches, petrified, he goes pale and his lips become blue as he seems to be struggling with something she cannot see. She knows he is dying. And
MemoriesMemories,Memories7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They keep me pushing on,
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
If I come to survive on them,
I'll lose my future in the process.
Despite their comfort and ease,
When snapped back to reality,
It's the worst pain I can feel.
Make me burn alive inside,
and help me to dehumanize.
Left you behind
Variable, and cruel
Excuses, that were worthless.
Yet I now know,
Only, and truly only,
Understanding is what I needed to give.
I don't want any more old memories,
I want to make new ones, like I used to.
And I hope that you do to.
Everyday Ghosts1.Everyday Ghosts7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She hid her white Mohawk under
a purple umbrella she used to block
out the sun. She slid into
a bus seat and pressed her blood
red colored lips together. She was alive,
that was all she could ask for
at that moment.
The spiders were starting a family
on the ceiling,
in the corner. The paint was starting
to peel. She moved in, anyway.
She locked up the thoughts of you
in a small safe and
hid it under the bed.
She would not cry. Her eyes were
bloodshot & empty.
Three wishes, and that couldn't
even start to help. Three stars
in the sky. Three scars on her thigh,
and five reasons why she should move away
Away from it all. It didn't matter,
in the end. In the end
You kept appearing; You kept
A year later and she had a pet
tarantula; She hid Polaroids
of you in the dirt (with her skinny,
A year later and she was
pulling out her hair. She was
whispering secrets to her arachnid,
and wishing, hoping
you weren't alive
HALO: Greatest Odyssey Ch 1HALO: The Greatest OdysseyHALO: Greatest Odyssey Ch 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Written by: Leland M (FinalHaloKnight)
Based off the Halo series by Bungie
Chapter 1 The Next Spartans
(For MUCH, MUCH greater insight into the background of the story, read and play the Halo series novels and games)
In the year 2552, the planet Reach was invaded by the Covenant alien races. Soon after its destruction, Earth was located. Humanity raged an even more desperate struggle, but found help in one of those alien species: the Elites.
One Spartan, John - 117, the Master chief, led the fight along with the Elite known as the Arbiter to the Forerunner structure called the Ark, giving chase to the cause of the war: The Prophet Truth.
Though in the end, the Earth was spared and the battle won, John was lost in space. And with his death, the last known Spartan was listed as M.I.A. and even the average General of the United Nations Space Command thought that with him, the SPARTAN projects had died. However, that was
A Suicide Note..A Suicide Note..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Mum and Dad,
First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.
I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.
I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.
My life has no purpose as I can clearly see,
No one needs me and everyone hates me
I hate this world I live in, I hate how I feel now.
I try so hard to be accepted, but I don't know how.
I hate my reputation.. a fat loser.. a slut
So I'm ending my life, my wrists I will cut.
I want you two to know, that I really do love you,
But I hate my life too much, this is the only thi
Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
Written in the StarsThe shimmering stars so far away tell the stories of those who shall never be forgotten. The legacies of the greatest heroes are etched in the indigo sky, written in the stars.Written in the Stars5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zack often stared up at the stars with dreamy, sky-blue eyes. Wide eyes flicked eagerly from one brilliant constellation to another. He would raise a hand and reach for the distant stars. With one finger, he would trace a nonexistent path and imagine that bright pinpricks of light shone where his finger ran. That would be his constellation.
He remembered the night he had seen the shooting stars. He had waited up until the night had dragged its black, star-speckled mantle across the sky. Eyes blurry with sleep, Zack stared up expectantly. When he saw the first shooting star, he perked up. His eyes shone with dreams of grandeur as he watched the ball of fire dance across the night. The star streaked like a thin, sliver teardrop, crying in the darkness. He closed his eyes, smiling widely, wishing for his own place
Falling For Youi cant help but think youre impossible. And surely it must be true. I can see that mystery allure that she vests in you. I can see the person, i cant see the whole. Im digging, searching deeper for your hidden soul.Falling For You5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can see it somewhere in your eyes and in your distant touch but unless you wish to share it i dont grasp very much. Not to say that touch is poor, i believe it is great but i fear my dear that the meaning arrived, never or too late.
So here i am to tell you, to sing you a song, to laugh to cry to dance with you just know that youre not wrong. Open up yourself to me, ill tell you one things true, the beauty she projected made me fall for you
JESUS IN SPAAACE JESUS IN SPAAACE!JESUS IN SPAAACE6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The moon shone brightly, sifting through the leaves of the forest. Beneath them, a hooded figure snuck behind the trees, stalking its prey. He had been sent to the small country of Zombielandia, the home country of the zombies, to dispatch some of the more wild members of its society.
He spotted hi
Birth, first battle of life If there is something in my life that make me proud of, doubtless it is my birth : I kept the position about nine months and two weeks, that is to say fourteen courageous days more than the other babies, who some of them were tooked sooner. And more over, my resistance was exceptional because of a lot of other factors. Firstly, the surgeons (the unicals humans who can fight me and expect win) injected some substances considered to be illegal by the world's conventions, and which were passed in my blood, so I wasn't at the top of my strength, and I was exhausted by the regulars attack of the doctors. Secondly, the call of oxygen was a temptation, because I had never respired at the moment, and this was hard to resist, but I knew if I took an inspiration, I couldn't stop, I would be addicted. But I could not give up anything to the medical corps (increasingly bigger as the battles went on). And thirdly, there was an enormous and secret coalition, a conspiracy against myBirth, first battle of life8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When You Walk AloneWhen I walk aloneWhen You Walk Alone6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I think about you
I remember life again
I remember things we do
When I walk alone
I wonder what happened
What crossed through your mind
When you let it end
When you walk alone
Think about your dreams
Is this what you wanted?
Broken hopes and broken seams
When you walk alone
Start to let it go
It doesn't make this easier
So just watch it flow
When I walk alone
I memorize eyes
I think about paths
And where they may lie
When I walk alone
I walk with blank stares
I dream up to my door
And I sing up the stairs
When you walk alone
I hope you are happy
I hope that you still feel love
And that it comes so easily
When I walk alone
Look at me
Please look this way
When you walk alone
Think about what I'll say
Because when I walk alone
I don't want to walk alone
I used to have you by my side
Now we don't talk on the phone
Because when you walk alone
You are blinded by your pride
You are spacey and erase me
So you can just run and hide
SSB: Casual vs. CompetitiveThe Great Smash Bros. Debate: Casual vs. CompetitiveSSB: Casual vs. Competitive6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Oh my god, some people are having fun, stop them!" Egobuff of GameFAQS
In the 1940s, America went through what is now referred to as the "Red Scare". The Red Scare was a period of time where communism in foreign nations was on the rise, and people were worried that it would spread to America. Communism was, in its most basic definition, a belief that stated that everyone should hold the same social status, and everyone should essentially be the same. During the Red Scare, people were desperate to keep communism from spreading to America. With the Red Scare in mind, why is a shadow of this belief spreading today? Super Smash Bros. is a series of fighting-genre video games released on consoles produced by Nintendo. In the game, the most recognizable Nintendo characters fight each other to build up their damage (measured by percentage) until the opponent is weak enough to knock them of
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
IslamIslam in generalIslam7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
Set FreeSet Free5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Lights dimmed slowly. People chattering excitedly hushed untill it was as if there was not a soul in the arena. Not even a breath could be heard over my audible heartbeat, faltering inside me. Steady drum beats echoed through the eerie quiet. In unison, us children of the night howled at the darkness of the stage. Everyone swayed in a hypnotic motion whilst hundreds of blue lights blindingly flashed. Completely surrounded by bodies, a rush of energy pulsed through my veins. Beads of sweat had broken out across my forehead. The boom from Shannon's drums struck against my ribs, creating hollow beats inside of my chest, crushing my lungs. The stage lights had stunned me, and my cheeks were streamed with salty tears.
The ground shook like an earthquake so I jumped along with it. From high up on the balcony, the raised hands and bobbing heads, looked like below me was a stormy sea. I glanced at my friend further down the row, practically at the side of the stage. She hadn't got the best vie
Soichiro's RoarMom was a Honda girl. Always was, always would be. She spent her initial years driving a variety of shed-built Volkswagens, which would promptly have a major failure, which would promptly be dragged back home to get a motor swap. The regularity of this business got to the point where my Uncle Mike, her brother, can still pull and replace a motor in about twenty minutes, but I digress.Soichiro's Roar5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Somewhere along the line, Mom, or Robin at the time, needed a new car, and found herself in a Honda dealership. After approaching every vehicle with scrutiny, and likely yelling at the salesman (though she would never admit it), she bought herself the first-generation Honda Civic, a lovely black (they were almost always black) three-door with AM radio, Power Disc Brakes, and more than enough frugality with fuel to ease her own personal gas crisis.
Somewhere in that little hatch, a love affair started, that would only be foolishly interrupted once by a GMC. As time went on, so did that little Honda, to the
the aromatic Miss MirandaA blouse turmeric yellowthe aromatic Miss Miranda5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a youth, terminally mellow
Lined, crumpled, irregulous
Silk, a fabric to be ironed
She a girl not bothered
By a few creases in her fleeces.
Paprika red tresses, cropped close for convenience
Bristling with potential for lyrical length
By a girl bored of boring.
A herby heathen vegan
The incredible, edible
aromatic Ms. Miranda.
Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.Engine of Chaos5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta
winter has swallowed the worldwinter has swallowed the world today,winter has swallowed the world8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
The Way I AmThe Way I Am5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not good-looking,
And nor am I strong.
Falling and Failing.
I always do wrong.
I am not popular,
Not a big shot.
I don't have a car.
I am just a small dot.
I don't have friends.
They think I'm odd.
I don't follow trends.
But, I'm no dud.
I have nothing.
To show my value.
I don't have anything,
Only my virtue.
You love me.
The way I am.
I can be myself.
I don't have to change.
Some people see,
not the inside.
Only on the outside.
You're not like them.
You followed your heart.
You believed in me.
That's why I thank you.
With all of my heart.
That's why I love you,
the way you are.