This NightI wasn't a child foreverThis Night10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
When you see me
I can feel them
What's holding you back?
We feel the same
I know that
Eyes flicker away
But you still are
Why are you holding back?
The past has flown
Out of reach
We cannot hold on
So let's let go
And be all we are
You and I
You don't believe
I'm nothing to you
But you can't fight this feeling
You've stayed the same
And forever you'll be fighting this.
But if you don't love me
Then why are you here?
Under this moonlit night
With nothing but me
And the whisper of the wind.
Don't turn around
Are you trying to fight it again?
Touch your hand
Cold as ice
But my fingers lock with yours.
We feel it
We share it.
Our eyes meet
I feel complete
You belong here
Coming Out: Morgan-La-FeyComing Out: Morgan-La-Fey10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Coming out was one of those things that sort of came naturally for me, mainly because I never really thought about it. Since I was a small child, my mom had always said things like "when you grow up and have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend", so it never struck me as a bad or unnatural thing to like anybody (or not like them) simply because of what gender they happened to be. So I guess the base was there all along, but truly, I didn't think about it much until right around the time I started grade 11.
I first realized that I liked girls as more than simply friends because of a dream that I had. Not a particularly naughty dream or anything like that. I simply kissed my friend Kelci. It all seemed perfectly natural, and when I woke up I remember thinking "oh, so I guess I'm Bi then." I didn't tell anybody, however. Not out of any fear, but just because it didn't seem like a big deal. Most of my friends, both male and female, where bisexual; it wasn't something that anybody really bothe
BloodBlood12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It runs through my veins
Like liquid fire
Causing so much pain,
Yet bringing such joy
Flowing through my muscular heart
And stright into my thoughtful brain
Giving me life
It is the blood of time
Carrying me out of the past
And propelling me into the unending future.
Between Pluto and God - 2Between Pluto and GodBetween Pluto and God - 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The strike had caught Edward before the pain settled in, feet stumbling backwards, tangling, and nearly tripping over one another while the book dropped from his numb fingers. The nerves in his face shrieked for a moment, protesting over the blow, over the sudden bruise that was climbing to the surface, over the way they were abused by some little twit with long hair. Teeth clamped down together, grinding as he got his bearings, as he straightened himself and pulled his weight down onto his stable spread feet.
"Haven't changed, have we?" Ed growled, his eyes dancing, full of excited glee. "It's been awhile since I had a good match."
"Don't worry," Envy shot back as he shrugged off the long, gray coat and left it in a crumpled pile beside him on damp cement. "I promise not to go easy on you."
"The feeling is mutual!" The Elric brother lunged at him, spewing a few stones as he set off closing the distance between them. His natural fist was
Bi-100Queer-NightmarecrowBISEXUAL: 100% SERIOUS, 100% QUEERBi-100Queer-Nightmarecrow10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I'm queer, and that's all you need to know.
That's usually what I tell people when they ask, "are you a lesbian?" or "are you gay?" In truth, I'm bisexual, but I don't like admitting that to people.
Sounds pretty dumb, right? But there are certain stereotypes that go with bisexuality, as with any other identity. The stereotype that I've encountered with bisexuality, though (especially concerning bisexual girls), is particularly damaging; it's that a bi person is really not much more than a straight person who fiddles around with his or her friends of the same sex when he or she can, with absolutely no emotional involvement. A lot of people I know automatically associate "bisexual" with "teen: smoker, promiscuous, eye-makeup, pouty expression, disrespectful. Just a phase."
That is what makes me reluctant to identify as being bi. I've heard bisexuals get scorned from both ends of the sexuality spectrum: many straight people think we're
Shattered soul, bitter endShattered soul, bitter end11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who i am inside
is not who you think i am
i just want to cry
to love something that's not real
i wish i could die
these feelings will not leave me
but only you can save me
i need to be so absolute
you've barely scratched the surface
i want to let you in
my soul has ripped apart
you're piecing it together
I don't want to live past this day
you are the angel in my life
My god i'm so afraid
I've always been there for me
i cant believe you're here
you're the angel on my shoulder
We can run away
we'll live inside our own world
This tale is in my head
you've gone and now i'm dead
you never actually existed
i've dreamed of this quick answer
Now i've become so lost
i cant lose what i have won
this curse is getting hard
i can't take this constant bitter end
i'll just weep in the corner
and ignore the world outside
I am what I am
this profound life has passed me
i am now cold and numb
these drugs are so misleading
police at the door
an overdose existent
the ghosts all watch the show
the front ro
Valentines------ Valentines ------Valentines7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is in the air.
It's so sublime;
Halloween doesn't even compare.
It may have candy,
and it may have a scare.
But to tell you the truth,
I really don't care.
Unless its got your sweet face,
no holiday can replace
the feeling I get when you say you're mine.
SlippedNow.Slipped10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry. And be quiet."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, it won't take more than a minute."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need your help."
"You may not need my help, but you clearly need professional help."
"What? Professionals do this kind of thing?"
"…Are you always this stupid? I'm just wondering for future reference."
"Oh, don't be that way."
There was a time when I was eight years old. It wasn't a terribly eventful time. Basically, my mother took me to the mall and we window-shopped. Then we left. That was it. That was the time.
It was the results of that time that were rather stupendous.
Apparently, as I would learn later in life, we'd walked past a security camera or two on our way out. The tape would show a little girl holding tightly onto thin air as she walked energetically through the mall while talking her own ear off. Someone noticed thi
Let me DieIn my hate...I feel my forsaken soul rebornLet me Die11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound by fate, my spirit tattered and torn
Vision of a shattered reflection, to an infection
Of affection, the disection of thy life
Brought by strife to end yours, with your death
You curse my name with your last breath
And once more, my unseen smile survives
Deep in my core I feel the sick satisfaction settle
Even reveling in putrid gore; I defile all that was Once good, you should have killed me, now my Sorrow shall make me regret you see tomorrow; I Will never forget who I once was...
It is because of you I live, and I shall forever hate You for your kindness...its destroyed me
Now, I look up, my hungry eyes
Upon burning skies
I succumbed to lies, but no more
All my enemies lie bleeding upon the floor
Damn you, you let me fall, and I thank you for it
Even now I hear the devil's call
Marching hordes beneath demonic lords, hell born Songs are sung, war shall be raged across mortal Worlds, until the battles won
Even now I swear to avenge mys
No one respects a poetNo one respects a poet10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody respects a poet- they just don't care.
Inciting prejudice upon what we write, calling it 'emotional flair'
and misinterpreting our meanings- labeling our works with one word,
be it 'pretty', 'confusing', 'superb', or even 'absurd'.
No one focuses on the points that we're trying to make-
unnoticed are the tears upon the trails we've had to take.
Visual stimulation and the next quick fix
is what grabs the collective conscience in an iron-clad fist.
The paint for our Picasso lies within vocabulary-
our inspiration? A cigarette, the local library,
the pain of losing someone, rediscovering life-
this can all be used as fodder for the fire that we light
within our minds- we put our very lives out on the line
to elicit a sense of insight to what we've seen in our time,
but no one wants to hear it- they turn a deaf ear
to our outpourings of adoration.
They don't respect the craft- for example, I could rant
A TT Year in ReviewA TT Year in Review10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas the week before Christmas, and all round the world,
The shippers were joyful as pairings unfurled.
'Cause Beast Boy and Raven (TT issue 30)
Were finally kissin'-not just being flirty.
And as for the series, in the episode 'Go',
Star and Robin's first kiss was finally shown.
But what about Cyborg?-I can say no more.
He got all his kisses throughout season four.
Bound Together: Danketsu--Ch4Chapter 4 – ConfusionBound Together: Danketsu--Ch411 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kouga's feet pounded heavily on the forest floor, sending up a flurry of dust and debris that was instantly swept up into the wind that swirled up in a furious tornado around his body. Over the sound of his own passage, he could hear the rapid tread of the rest of his tribe and the wolves that accompanied them. He chanced a glance on either side of him and just barely caught the glow of pale flesh passing between the thick tree trunks. Satisfied that they were keeping up with him, he allowed himself to speed up a bit. The forest was nearly pitch black on this chilly, moonless night, and he plunged head on into a speed-induced blackness filled with dangers that only his nose, ears, and keen youkai senses could avoid.
He wasn't afraid of the dangers ahead. Fallen tree trunks, unseen youkai prowling the night, human traps—these were all things he had encountered in the past. These things couldn't make
Playing DDRPlaying DDR11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
catching the beat
getting sligthly nervous
tapping your toes to the rythem
the steps appear
and your feet falter
but you manage to stay on task
the pase quickens
and you slowly find your way
the beats come natually
Picutres on the wall shake slightly
you smile as you hit your marks
Your eyes are glued
your feet are flying
everything is out of your mind
The only thing that matters
are the arrows on the screen
and the beats in your head
Soon the steps become memorized
and you dont stuggle as much
but you still have much to learn
up, down, left, right
the pattern repeats
and your feet quickly follow
you feel your sweat
start to run down your back
but you do not care
finally the last streath
the numbers are rising
as you take your final jump
Stading there breathless
waiting for the results..
you see an A
Smiling you wipe the sweat
take a drink of cold water
and start all over again.
....I'm Hurting........I'm Hurting....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring me back..
Back to reality.
Where you keep
piercing me with
How can you laugh,
While I sit here and cry?
How can you
just put on your headphones,
When I'm asking "why"??
How can you go
from the best thing in my life-
to the cruelest being to ever exist...
(I can't believe i said yes-
when you asked me to be your wife...)
You heartless bastard-
You've reduced me to
a bleeding, crumbling
Soul-less, blind existence
Can't you see?!?!?!!?!?!
I hate what you've
done to me.
MeltingMelting10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime you hold me
in your warm embrace
my mind begins to flutter
my heart begins to race
and everytime you hold me close
I melt into your arms
you really are the one I love
the one I'll stand beside
through thick and thin
I know I have your hand
to always help and guide me
if I should fall or stray again
I'll bump into you beside me
you really are the one I love
the one I'll stand beside
and I know I have your heart
even in the darkest of times
Of Music and MenOf Music and MenOf Music and Men10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Ariel D
Summary: A touch of humor involving Entreri and Jarlaxle . . . and that flute that's already giving some of you nightmares. Takes place after "Wickless in the Nether."
Disclaimer: These two mercenaries belong to R.A. Salvatore and Wizards of the Coast. It is not my intention to trample any copyrights. Really, I'm just having some fun here.
A/N: Just for fun, folks. Written at 2 AM after way too much sugar. Plot? What plot? Mildly OOC. (You've been warned.) This takes place after "Wickless in the Nether" and was written (and is therefore set) before PotWK.
Ten days had passed since Jarlaxle and Entreri had been commissioned by some self-important copper dragons to steal loot. Ten days since one of the copper dragons in question had given Entreri a wooden flute and ordered him to lear
ApathyApathy10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little boat drifting to sea
Swallowed up so suddenly
I sit safe upon the shore
What does it matter to me?
Newborn baby boy he dares
To see things that aren't there
A gisft lost on all of us
But I, why should I care?
Fire falls down from the sky
Echo million voices cry
But I, I don't even care
And I, why should I lie?
Hummingbird floating softly
To and fro under the tree
I sit only feet away
But when I look I do not see.
Soulless is what you'd call me
But I don't care as you can see
I, I do enjoy my life
In this haze of apathy.
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary12 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
Our Demons Of The Sea - Part 1Our Demons Of The Sea - Part 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God devided the light from the darkness. - - - - And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good. - - - - And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven. - - - - And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he the
MY INFECTED ANGELMY INFECTED ANGEL11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
MY INFECTED ANGEL
Screaming, dreaming of her past
choosing, losing, falling fast
waking, shaking, she cannot sleep
hiding from the things that creep
crying, lying in her bed
spinning, all she sees is red
breaking, faking smiles all day
nobody knows she feels this way
fighting, writing down her thoughts
her pen and paper is all she's got
feeling, peeling away her skin
my infected angel, my perfect sin
Ripples in the water------Ripples in the Water------Ripples in the water8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My love for you,
Is nothing but ripples in the water.
The more I do,
The farther it pushes you away.
The more I swim closer,
The more I distance myself,
Wading through the despair,
Grasp for air
... Is this the end?
I asked you not to touch meI asked you not to touch me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I asked you not to touch me there,
I asked you to go away,
But you began to move your hands,
Begin our time of "play."
I told you that I wanted an end,
I said to leave me be,
Then I felt you touch my shaking face,
With a cold pledge to make me feel.
I begged for you to stop that,
That I didn't want to play,
I begged for you to walk away,
It only made you stay.
I told you not to take them off,
I fought with all I had,
I pushed you hard, away from me,
It only made you mad.
I cried when you held my hands
Up way above my head.
I screamed for a release,
As you tied me to my bed.
I was helpless to your wishes,
A casualty to your desire,
I felt you spread my legs...
Then spread my soul with fire.
I shouted as you ripped me,
Without a blade or knife.
You didn't need those,
For me to fear my life.
I cried as you found your pleasure,
Burying yourself within.
I screamed as you continually pounded...
Deeper and deeper in.
I felt the fire deep inside,
Spreading through my mind.
Then i cried when i
CartoonsCartoons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
theres something about cartoons/anime
that make you feel innocent and sweet
like anything in life really is possible
as long as you put your heart and mind to it
it puts stars in your eyes
and dreams in your heart
and makes you smile and laugh
no matter what
cartoons/anime may be childish
but they help keep you alive
they keep that essence of innocence, or youth
it alows you to dream like never before
lets you see the world with fresh eyes, and new views
sure most say they are just cartoons
pointless things with no meaning
but i sincerely object
because cartoons/anime do have meaning
they do teach you things
cartoons/anime are a secret window to the world
that has hardly been truely explored by many
a world of wonder and fantasy
from every era and perspective
its just amazing how wonderful they really are
and how much one could actually learn from them
call me crazy if you wish
say whatever you want
but with all my heart
i'll never give or let go of cartoons/anime
and i will never forg