The Complete JourneyThe Complete Journey.The Complete Journey13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drifting, drifting.. gone.
Sinking, slowly sinking down.
I wake, I am standing in a forrest, some sorry people are in the branches of the trees above me.
Where am I?
I walk on, come to a gate, a gate of black marble, with blood stained writing.
The writing is old, decayed, and over read.
I can't make it out.
Walking on I find a boat, guided by a lone soul.
I caugh and a coin comes out of my mouth.
The coin has a face, with horns on it, glimmers like blood in the moonlight.
The thought crosses my mind for a minute "Where Am I?", then is blown away like a seed in the wind.
The river man seems to be gesturing to the coin, I hand it to him and get into the boat.
We slowly navigate the river.
Bubbles coming up from the depths, pop, and eminate wild terrible screeches and screams.
I cover my ears and cower in fear.
One of my fellow passengers is dragged into the deep green water and is dragged under by hands.
His screams, muted, by a hand firmly clasped over his mouth.
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i
__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at a thousand miles per hour, as though you hadn't seen me in years. Those days when you came home and started humming a harmonious song that you learnt, it was a tune I'd never hear.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were eight years old and just learnt to ride your first bike. The breeze going through your hair as yo
The NightThe Night11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
AirbagAirbag13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes flinched, twitching
Like bats ears.
"Pick up your mother at 7, meet us at the restaurant."
The world seemed an unhappy place,
His placid tears set to fill the Nile in a few short hours,
A half charged cell-phone
On the seat like his blonde haired blue eyed thin framed
Darkness and obsession a prelude to a needle,
Exasperation, struggling respiration
And an elongated, low pitched sigh.
The slick roads washing like soap suds,
Dry as desert
But in the incapable hands of our main character,
They were as slippery as a bathroom floor
When he d r i f t e d
Into a lamppost,
Percussion cracked his skull like a sledge hammer,
Each bones fermata captured perfectly with a bass and snare,
Befitted perfectly with the occasional cymbal crash.
An airbag can only cushion your face for so long,
Mass Effect: CryMass EffectMass Effect: Cry7 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Hed never seen her cry before.
That sudden realization left Kaidan staring at the far wall in a strange hybrid of sympathetic compassion and shock. This was the first time hed actually seen his CO cry. It was like stumbling across some innovative physics law and feeling as if dawn had just brokenenlightenment, he figured. Having never before seen this basic human emotion from her, it had been as if hed forgotten that she did have those emotions. The shock came from realizing that she wasnt just crying: she was sobbing.
But the Shepard kneeling on the cold floor panels and weeping over that unfortunate corporals body wasnt the Shepard he knew.
The Shepard he knew had the courage to look right into the jaws of death and laugh
When You Give Up On Love.I can't escape this hell.When You Give Up On Love.7 years ago in Open More Like This
I've looked back on all the times
You were there
I have one last dare.
So what if I can
Give up everything for you
Somebody shake me from this dream
Wake me up from this nightmare.
These dragging, burning, purging
Grasping, eating, lying,
Rotting, violating, destroying,
Hands deserve nothing worse than what they get.
I've given myself to something
Far worse than Death itself.
It's worse than Living
It's called Love.
Stay torn in two
Escape the mentality
All is a lie.
When confusion sets in,
People say you should just die.
I don't see myself
Like you see me.
No one will ever change the way
I beat bloody fists
Against heaven's walls
While the angels laugh at me.
The rage it all comes out
When fear shows itself.
The darkest side of myself is the part you see.
So, I ask this: Why do you love me?
RC: Zero Line 1CHAPTER ONE: A Clone and a GirlRC: Zero Line 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was just another day of training....I had thought.
I was clutching my rifle in one hand, and a grenade in the other.
What was I thinking? Before me were my comrades, my friends...but they were doing something I didn't want them to do. Should I join them? Should I pull the pin and throw the grenade at them, killing them for their insubordinance? Then someone came up behind me, taking my shoulder. Another person came up on my other side, and in a fan of five, with me at the center.
"We're with you, Stick. Just don't chuck the grenade," one, with orange streaks running along his armor, said to me, lowering the hand with the grenade. Another one nearby grabbed the grenade out of my hand, saying, "You could get yourself killed with that. Best to leave it with me."
"C'mon, Stick, let's go home," another, hefting a sniper rifle, said, guiding me away from the fight. "This ain't our war anymore."
"Don't worry, Zero, we're here for you," a green-arm
Can I Have This Dance? TxLCan I Have This Dance? TxL6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Trent tapped his pencil on the side of his desk, trying to drown out his teacher blither on about his Valentines Day plans. Dude, I get the point: youve got a girlfriend. Rub it in, why dont ya? He watched the clock tick, counting down the seconds until he could leave his final class for the day. Tick, tick, tick
Finally, the bell rang and Trent gathered up his papers and was the first one out the door, since his desk was the closest to the door. Lately, he had been especially eager to get out of that class. Probably because Gwen was in that class. Its not like being in a class with your ex girlfriend is much fun.
Trent slowed his pace down, making sure not to look at Gwen as she passed him. He saw her walk up to a scrawny techno geek, giving him a peck on the cheek. Cody grinned in return, holding up a hand to signal for her to wait a second. He opened his locker and pulled out a giant stuffed bat. While it wasnt very Valentines Day-lik
tragic tale of a broken world"Once Upon a Time... The Tragic Tale of a Broken World"tragic tale of a broken world12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once, i awoke with the sun
and through my open window,
cool winds carressed my face,
breezes whispering their secrets
and i heard their words.
once, i climbed the tallest mountain
And laid down on its peak
pressing my ear to its wise stone form
i listened to its story:
Once, a little boy screamed
Signing papers in permanent ink
Showering him with gifts,
Trying to outdo one another.
Fighting over his attention,
But never showing love.
Leaving a $20 bill with a note-
"I'll be home late, don't wait up."
Telling lies about each other
In the name of custody.
So, Never having felt so lonely,
He puts a pistol to his head
And silently prepares to pull the trigger.
"All I ever wanted...
For you to love me, and love each other.
That's all I ever asked for."
And, through the mountain,
I heard him cry a little.
Once, a lonely girlfriend screamed.
Her welfare boyfriend,
So in love
Only wanting the best for her
Knowing she dese
DirtyDirty9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~ Dirty ~
The word is rude.
"It is not polite to speak of it.
Don't ask me again, child!"
What is it?
I don't understand.
I heard it at school.
Every day I hear it.
The older kids say it.
I know they're being crude;
they have a sharp edge in their voice,
and afterwards they laugh.
When my friend said it to me,
I still didn't know its meaning,
and her entire statement made no sense.
I didn't want her to think I was stupid,
so I simply said:
Then she kissed me.
And I suddenly understood why
the word was forbidden.
I shoved at her chest,
pushing her away from me.
It was wrong.
I ran from the girls toilets
into the playground,
hearing her words repeated in my head:
"I wonder what it's like to be a lesbian."
And I wondered.
I wondered why I wanted to
kiss her back.
When I got home from school,
I washed my hands because
my mother told me to.
I made the water too hot.
and my eyes watered from the pain.
But I kept my hands under the scorchi
Dua Kumayl Ibn ZiyadDua Kumayl Ibn Ziyad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My God! My Master! Thou decreed a law for me but instead I obeyed my own low desires And I did not guard myself against the allurements of my enemy He deceived me with vain hopes whereby I was led astray and fate helped him in that respect Thus I transgressed some of its limits set for me by Thee and I disobeyed some of Thy commandments
O Allah! Accept my apology and have pity on my intense sufferings and set me free from my heavy fetters (of evil deeds) My Nourisher! Have mercy on the infirmity of my body, the delicacy of my skin and the brittleness of my bones O' Thou!
O' my God! My Lord! My King! And Master! Which of the matters shall I complain to Thee and for which of them shall I bewail and weep? shall I bewail for the pains and pangs of the punishment and their intensity or for the length of sufferings and their duration?
Just a CrushI see you,Just a Crush6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my eyes light up.
I hug you,
And the cold subsides.
And you might listen.
As your eyes glisten.
But you don't know,
And don't feel the same.
Your new name.
My heart flutters,
I hold my breath,
And we both look,
And we both stare.
Now we know
It will not work.
Now I know
How much it hurts.
...red......red...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The colour of war
Is still the colour of love,
The colour of healing
Is the colour of blood,
It's the colour of unity
That drives us apart,
The colour of your anger
Is the colour of my heart.
It's the colour of warmth
That is so deathly cold,
It's the colour of fear
That's so vibrant and bold,
It's riddled with pleasure,
Still the colour of pain,
It's that feeling when sunshine
Turns into rain.
It's the feeling of beauty
That has turned into hate,
It's the colour of impulse
That's encouraged by fate.
It's such a truthful colour,
Makes your heart want to fly...
So don't blame this colour
For the times that you've lied.
happy valentines day 2005.
RepossessedRepossessed7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
David closed the door and slid the deadbolt, tossing his keys on the hall stand. He crossed the small parlor to the sideboard, and as he reached for a tumbler and the bottle of Jamesons, he was startled by a voice from the corner.
"I'd prefer you didn't do that," a deep, tired sound from the direction of his overstuffed armchair.
David's hand shook, gripping the glass tightly as he turned to where the man sat hidden in the shadows. "Who the bloody hell are you, and what are you doing in my flat?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you wouldn't have let me in if I'd asked." The figure produced a cigarette from a jacket pocket, and tearing the ignitor open drew deeply before exhaling slowly into the room. "I'm in collections David, and I'm afraid you're in possession of something that's no longer yours to keep."
"Jesus, are you here about the television? I'm only a few days past, and if your lot kept better shop hours, I'd have been able to pay it last week when I was in the city. Here, you can
AbuseAbuse11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rip me open.
Bleed me dry.
Clip my wings.
Watch me cry.
Rip me open.
Bleed me dry.
Clip my wings.
Watch me die.
Cry and die are infact the same thing since you often times feel like you are dying when you cry.
How United Are We?"United we stand,How United Are We?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divided we fall."
How often have Americans
heard this noble call?
Do Americans understand
What "united" truly means?
From interactions in daily life,
the meaning is lost, it seems.
For we are divided
In more ways than we can tell.
While we preach we have freedom for all,
In truth, we are freedom's hell.
We divide ourselves by profession,
gender, political stance, and race.
who our parents and deities are,
and with whom we share our living space.
We claim equality for all
And in the next breath, we discriminate
And still treat others as inferior
and with prejudice and hate.
But with all these differences,
aren't they just like me and you?
Aren't we all just people?
And aren't they Americans too?
How united are we, America?
How united can we say
we are when we have divided ourselves
In every possible way?
Multiple IdentitiesMultiple IdentitiesMultiple Identities8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The lights were off, the curtains drawn. If anyone had walked in they would have thought I was asleep. But the weak rays of light that managed to seep through the flimsy curtain illuminated the movements of my body on the bed. My hand kept clenching and unclenching on the rumpled coverlet. Stress had been building inside me for days, and now, finally, it threatened to explode, taking me with it. The cool pillow did nothing to relieve the suffocating heat of my body. With a sigh I changed my position for what must have been the fortieth time, vainly searching for physical and mental solace among the folds of my blankets.
Finally admitting to myself that I wasnt going to be able to even catch a few winks, I dragged myself off the mattress and took a turn about the room. I passed the mirror once, then twice, and as I passed it a third time, my heart leapt in fear. I had seen someone other than myself in the reflection! My mirror hangs on the wall directly