SklavenSchwarzer Rauch.Sklaven6 years ago in Open More Like This
Der Geruch von Asche
fällt vom Himmel.
und der Bäume.
Wieso hört ihr es nicht mehr?
wie sie weinen.
Ich flehe euch an.
ihr müsst es wollen!
Die uralte Magie
dass wir Sklaven sind.
Wir sollen alle
Legt eure Hüllen nieder,
reißt euch die Masken
von euren Gesichtern.
dass ihr da seid.
mit dieser Sklaverei!
Lasst sie nicht länger
Diener ihres Stolzes.
die euch ruft.
Legt Vertrauen in eure Herzen
und misstraut der Verkleidung!
Ihr müsst es doch nur wollen.
Ich flehe euch an!
evie.her name is evie.evie.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she has about onehundrettwentyseven
different characters but each of them is
either a maniac or profoundly
there were many who tried
to get to know her
paranormal high number of faces
but noone has made it so far.
when evie licks the blood off her wrists,
she is wondering
about the girl in the mirror
and smiles and smiles and smiles
about all the blood and pain.
and then she feels love
about her morbid mind
and about all the worms crawling
in her skin at night.
there are people who tell evie
that neither blood nor pain is any
good for her and sometimes
when she's got a weak time
she believes them.
from time to time
when evie has a weak time
her hands get alive and they start writing
on her wrists and they write
'make it better' ,
over and over again.
'make it better make it better make it better make it better make it better' andtheywon'tstop
until evie cuts out every single letter from her skin with her scissors
and by th
Capat de drum - poezieCapat de drum - poezie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eu şi tu suntem la fel
târându-ne prin praful de pe jos,
sunt tot ce vreau să fiu,
mergi pe urmele mele şi-ai să vezi
umbre de oameni
şi şerpi fără nume
şi oameni din umbre
cu colţi si cuţite
răsar tot mai des
cu cât te apropii
mai mult de ce sunt acum.
n-am fost ce vroiam sa fiu.
când apa era bună de băut
şi când nu călcai pe oase
ca s-ajungi cât mai sus -
cât mai sus,
cel mai sus.
locul perfect de unde poţi să cazi pe cealaltă parte
unde apa e otravă
şi otrava e ca apa pentru toţi -
sunt tot ce vreau să fiu
şi chiar n-aş vrea
să mă întorc
dar n-am nevoie,
eu sunt tot.
Doctor Who GrammarThere are three main "parts" of Time Lord grammar. These "parts" are: Tense, Sub-Tense and FormDoctor Who Grammar5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The most simple way to explain how these parts go together is to observe the following equation:
Tense + Sub-Tense + Form = Subject Of Sentence
So everything that follow is all in order to say "I" or "You" in such a way that it will make sense to a Time Traveler. Now we will examine the parts of grammar in greater detail.
There are 18 Tenses. The Tense is the general messurment of Time, relative to the subject
Tenses have two parts, which for simplicity's sake we will call Group A and Group B.
Group A = The "Time" of the event you are speaking of.
Used when talking to one of your previous Regenerations.
This is more like the Future tense of English and other Earth Languages.
-A Fixed Point
-Events Which Occurred In A Paradox
Example: The Year That Never Was
Tommy 1337Dahl, your death was a tragedy,Tommy 13376 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'm almost glad you didn't see
The rising of the new way to
Make your kids' minds melt into goo.
I talk, of course, lest we forget
Of the abhorrent INTERNET.
None of us could contain our joy
When this delightful little toy
Made little Tommy shut his trap
(Much quicker than a lunchtime nap)
And seemed, at first, to educate
Rather than brain-assimilate.
But years rolled on and our new friend
Became the source of ghastly trends
And Tommy, now at age thirteen,
Became rather absurdly keen
On women half cat, with huge breasts,
And arguments on which was best:
The Potter books or sparkly guys
(Those weird gay vampires in disguise).
The vulgar porn and RP games
All make TV look rather tame.
Over 9,000 pedo-cocks,
And fan girls milling 'round in flocks,
Dramatica and DeviantArt
Will slowly blacken any heart
And dull your eyes, and dull your brain
Until you'll never speak again
Save in a strained and beastly growl
As we eliminate the vowel.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and HandsomeMr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: In Episode 2, Reese went to the software design company where Finch (known as Harold) was working as his cover. One of his female coworkers seemed very curious about Reese. This story is from her POV.
I'd never really spoken to Harold. He was a quiet, mousy man with a pronounced limp who came in quietly to do his work, ate his lunch in the breakroom without joining in the conversation unless it was necessary, and left just as quietly after he'd put in his hours. He usually came in at the same time every day, but as a programmer he had flex hours and would sometimes come in an hour or two later. He took a lot of personal days, too, but someone had once suggested that he probably had to go to physical therapy, which seemed reasonable enough. I've worked at IFT for seven years, five as the office manager for our division, and he'd been a fixture for as long as anybody could remember. Frankly, I'd never really thought much about him. Computer geeks aren't my type, and Harold pract
LoveSickLoveSick6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what to do
My sky is black when it was blue
She was special, this I tell you
But I guess it was too good to be true
This woman I thought could save me
From a life of being so lonely
I thought one day our worlds would meet
Alas, I guess it wasn't meant to be
She has crushed what was my heart
This girl was to me My Superstar
Forgetting is hard with regrets from the start
Is this the price for loving from afar?
I wrote poems, stories, and even love songs
Telling how I feel about her in every lyric
Tell me, Doctor what did I do wrong
To have her crush my hopeful spirit?
To sum it all up Doctor, that's just it
I'm left asking why did I deserve this?
Can you help me out of my abyss
I need your therapy, I'm Love Sick.
A Fat Girl's LamentI look lumpy today.A Fat Girl's Lament8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday, I used the word 'curvy'.
Maybe that burger was a bad idea.
I know I was hungry, but I didn't need it.
I wasn't hungry;
I didn't need it;
I wanted it.
I remember fitting into a size 3.
Then a 5.
Then a 9 was too small.
Then 11 was too big.
Then a 7 fit me!
I'm sure it was labelled wrong, though.
My hips give shade to the belt loops.
My thighs rub together - no wonder holes always develop.
I can feel my butt jiggle under my pants.
Everyone can see it.
Can they see it?
I know they can see it--
They're staring at me again.
My boobs are too small.
My butt's too big.
My thighs are lumpy.
Lumpy, wiggly, fat.
I'll wear slimming colours,
Dark ones like black or purple;
White gives way for shading.
I look good in black sometimes.
Sometimes, I like the way my hair is.
My face looks alright, too,
But the mirror's unforgiving when I can see below my shoulders.
You know what, though?
At least sometimes,
I look okay from some angles.
Did YOU invite her?Fake happinessDid YOU invite her?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dashed in moonlight
Heart of stone
Eyes of fire
White tassels and ringing bells
Pale makeup and silver wine
Flowers of pink
Guests in black
Bride and Groom dance a
Hard against young eyes
You ask loudly
Did I break the dress code?
Ringlets of chocolate dance around her shoulders
Dark green eyes
Pulling you closer
The music starts playing
The scene resumes
As she walks around, watching
Painted smiles on pale faces
The bride leans in
Asking the question that has made her way across all of their minds:
Who is she?
UnrequitedI love him but he doesn't love meUnrequited4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And that's just the way our life's got to be
Why can't we sit here in peace for a moment
Silence is stunning but it hurts like hell
Having to be here and watch you, and you cannot tell
That my tears are rolling down inside of me
You are smiling but underneath I can see
You just want to be with her and not with me
This secret I keep is eating my heart, I'm lying to you again
You're holding me because I'm feeling down
The only time we touch is when we're messing around
Making me want to cry for you harder
I stand up from my chair because I can't take this
You follow, but your concern for me is faceless
The harder I try, the more I love you...
NacktSie spinnen sich NetzeNackt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
aus meiner Identität,
um nicht aufzufallen, und
Deshalb bin nackt.
Meines Selbst beraubt,
zwischen all diesen Hüllen.
Nur der Regen versteckt meine Tränen
sich der Nebel herunter
und verhüllt meine bloße Seele,
die so verletztlich ist.
Und ich frage die geliebte Nacht,
wieso sie mich so quälen.
Und sie versteckt mich.
Und der Wind singt mir ein Lied.
Und Schlieren der Dunkelheit
über meine Narben.
Ich blicke hinauf zum Mond
und wünsche mir sehnlichst,
mich an seinem gleißenden Silberlicht zu freuen.
Doch ich darf mich nicht zeigen.
Um nicht noch das letzte Bisschen
Identität zu verlieren,
Bald werde ich an euch zerbrechen.
Ich kann nicht mehr und irgendwann
werde ich mich im Mondlicht baden,
weil es mein Wunsch ist.
Und dann werdet ihr auch das letzte Bisschen,
dann werdet ihr mir meine Seele r
Editorial- FatLately, I've become more and more frustrated about the obsession with weight in this country. In the supermarket aisle, you see one tabloid proclaiming a certain actress is dieting herself to death while right next to it another tabloid is declaring an actress maybe ten pounds heavier is getting pudgy. Fat jokes are abundant and unchecked in popular movies. (The Wedding Singer, for instance.) Weight Loss commercials air non-stop on TV, often times showing a woman who in her before-picture didn't have a discernable weight problem and in her after picture looks like a skeleton covered with skin.Editorial- Fat8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Just as the economic classes of Upper, Middle and Working class have started to disintegrate into Rich and Poor, weight categories have disintegrated into "fat" and "unhealthily skinny."
Women and men who have a slight weight problem spend much more time thinking about it then they need to for their health, and people such as myself who actually are significantly overweight are treated like s
intangibilO să-nveţiintangibil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
că nimic nu e corect
şi niciodată n-o să ai
ceea ce meriţi.
Tears Of AngelsFor a lifeline is not a thought, but an action.Tears Of Angels4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There is a man sitting in a dusty chair, with a dusty mind, and a clear conception. A man who judges not, but critiques when there is nothing but impulse. A man who finds the beauty in the world, but does not sacrifice beauty for intelligence. A man who looks through glass, and sees rain and imperfections. Yet he does not yield to what is wrong. He simply lets the wrong run away into human thought.
"They will be remembered. We will all be remembered," he tells us this with the utter most certainty. He tells us with all the experience of the sun, and all the reverence of the moon. He tells us, so we will remember. He tell us, so "mistake" is but a figment of Imagination. He tells us, so we will trace his actions.
He is a man of uttermost certainty.
The rain runs down his window pain. His world unclear to the naked eye.
janusstilettos are bad for my feetjanus6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but nice for my calves
underwires are rude to my ribs
but kind to my cleavage
corsets bully my lungs
but hourglass my waistline
so good to my body
but, oh, so hard
on my heart
Wonderland is in youWonderland is in you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where is my Wonderland I asked
Because it is something I dont have
Its the good thing in life I lack
But now I know where Wonderlands at.
Wonderland is With You
And I now know this to be true
Because it was you and only you
That kept my sky forever blue
You give me mania and depression
But also gave my dead heart a resurrection
I thought true love is dead forever extinct
But instead it is something distinct
Something hard to find and ascertain
Always sunny, cannot erode through rains
Got its struggles got its strains
Has its pains but also has many gains
You love leaves no one to compete
You are what I was trying to find
A girl I'd want to be forever mine
Someone with love that cannot be beat
I attained what has eluded many a man
I acquired a feeling so grand
Happiness, passion from good romance
In You I have found My Wonderland.
I Do It For You I remember being happy once.I Do It For You6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Yes, I remember how it was to laugh, to giggle, to chuckle. And I remember being able to smile.
I looked at the group of three girls, sitting by the windows edge of the classroom, laughing, giggling, chuckling with each other. So genuinely happy with each others presence. So genuinely smiling. It made me cringe inside.
I looked away as soon as I could, but not because tears were welling up in my eyes. My eyes had long since been dry of that salt water. Instead, I looked away from the shear happiness itself. I felt it crawl meekly over to me, gently reach its paw out to me, but I pushed it away with a silent, forceful shove. It didnt seem like something I should be allowed to revel in without her.
The bell hadnt even rung to begin my day yet.
They had long ago given up trying to become acquain
Zutara Perspective on FinaleA Zutarians Thoughts and Predictions on Season 3 Fire: Last 6 EpisodesZutara Perspective on Finale6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Before anyone goes on to read this long essay, let me say that everything written here is strictly my view of what I believe we can expect in the last few episodes of Avatar: The Last Airbender and my thoughts on how the show will end with Zutara as canon. As you can tell, I am a very proud Zutarian, so if you ship another coupling, thats great. I completely understand, but recently, I took up an oath to stay away from any shipping wars, because they are just becoming absolutely ridiculous and I prefer to just enjoy these last few months before the finale in peace and just wait for the final episodes of Avatar to air. If you want to debate over your couple and try and bash every one of my theories, you take it elsewhere because I will simply ignore it. I love Avatar with a passion. It is by far the best show I have ever seen and probably ever will see again. It will always be a great show no matter what
Lies Burn Like WildfiresI try to hate youLies Burn Like Wildfires6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hate the way you act
To gain the fighting spirit I once had
A fire under me that kept me going
I try to rip you
to realize youre not worth this
To realize youre not worth anything
To fight back against your raging blows
To make you see
To make you understand
To Hold on to your few redeeming qualities
To leave with my dignity
To tell you to get your sorry butt out of my house
To remain calm as my life spins around
To hide the bruises on my arms
To get to know
To keep you in my life peacefully
To hope your not out with someone else
As you tell me Im not allowed to do
Or youll hurt me again
I want to love you
To put up with your yelling
And temper tantrums that end in hospital visits
And poorly thought up excuses you give the doctor I see so often
To ignore the fact you wont get off your lazy butt
Or the fact your only a pain in mine
I want to fight against you
To cause you the same p
Leaves and SandI didn't see my first leaf until I was five.Leaves and Sand6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I could spin you a fictional tale of how I was raised in an area without plant life, and that trees were precious commodities that I didn't have access to, but it would be a lie. I was raised around trees and grass and sand, but until I was five years old, I couldn't see any of them. I was walking around in a smear of colors and shapes, but I'd never known anything different. I thought that everyone saw the things I did.
I was born with terrible vision, and even as a little girl I would move close to the television screen in an attempt to see things clearly. My parents didn't think much of it, since I was so small, and thought I just liked pretending I could climb in through the screen to become a part of whatever I was watching. Given the kind of child I was, this was not a far-fetched idea.
When I was nearly five, my family moved to the desert and I started kindergarten. I had trouble seeing things that my classmates could see easily. My t
You Can Go Your Own WayThere was the ancient record-playerYou Can Go Your Own Way6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that hunched majestically in the corner
of the living room, its feet tangled
in the mustard-colored shag rug
that deadened the songs of
Ralph McTell, Gordon Lightfoot,
and Fleetwood Mac.
My parents were true Brits then,
missing home, wishing it was raining,
astounded by their overly friendly neighbours.
We smashed those songs
on the winterpavement outside
on our way to California,
my parents, no longer flowerdressed
and bearded, said records were obsolete.
Then came the pearl-colored boombox,
to play my fathers smuggled Beatles CDs,
between snatches and crackles of pop music,
the aerial forever in movement,
friend to coat hangers and duct tape.
the first time I heard Simon and Garfunkel
their CDs I hid on the bus ride to school,
and filled its silver mouth with
Third Eye Blind and Savage Garden instead,
laughed along as someone used it to play
Sir Mix-a-Lot through speakers
in the backseat.
If this Poem wasn't sad..If this poem wasn't sadIf this Poem wasn't sad..6 years ago in Open More Like This
I wouldn't miss the ones I love.
And I wouldn't cry
the ultraviolet tears of rage.
If this poem wasn't sad
I wouldn't have to hide in the fog
protecting me against my own fears.
If this poem wasn't sad
I would be able to fly
away with the childrens dreams
made of soursweet ice cream.
And if this poem wasn't sad
I would be Lucky.
It hurts bad
seeing that the world is bad.
And it feels strange
watching the strange humanity.
But it feels real
noticing that all's so surreal.
I dream of better days
when the world isn't just a fake,
because I don't want to be their puppet anymore.
But believing in it,
living the dream!
If this poem wasn't sad
I wouldn't be sad.
If this poem wasn't sad
I would be Lucky.