Nature's SpaI dip my toe in to test the steaming, bubbling spring. So sure that the temperature's just right, I slowly lower myself in; the water level just reaches my neck perfectly. After finding a comfortable place to lean back, I rest my head against the warm, rocky edge leaving all my troubles and worries behind. All I hear is the bubbling hot spring and the forest life surrounding me. I am glad that I found this natural place of peace.Nature's Spa2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My tension is gone
Mind, body, and spirit calm;
Steam cleansing troubles.
Imagine you're an elephantImagine you're an elephant4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If you are sick
If you want cry
you're an elephant.
Big white elephant
trought the sky.
Noone gets harmed
but they all scream
never give you an ice cream
what is in fact
all you want.
it won't help
but now you have reason to cry
cry for that elephant.
He's just floating
silently trough sky
with peaceful mind
and only one wish:
A little sweetnes in his mouth
'cause that's all we need.
That's all we need
people, who do not scream
who give us an ice cream
if we just don't feel fine.
Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
Journey To HappinessJourney To Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.
One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.
The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.
In the world upon the line,
We, between the tw
Happy Sad BirthdayWhats a Happy Birthday, if I cant see your face?Happy Sad Birthday7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smile that seems to brighten my darker days?
A tiny glisten from your eyes that I long to see again.
A glimmer of hope on the future horizon.
How can I say Happy Birthday when youre so far away?
Like a handprint on my heart, youve left an imprint on my soul,
A little shining star that guides me where to go.
And here, alone, on this dreadful plane, Im hanging by a rope,
Picturing your face that has burned itself into my better memory,
Wishing we were back in the sweet Utopia we once made.
That happy place where we joked and smiled and could truly be ourselves.
Whats a Happy Birthday without all those?
Without my arms to hold you, or my lips to kiss the tears from your face,
Can it really be a Happy Birthday?
Tell me who you think of, when you look in the mirror.
When you see youre reflection, who do you see standing beside you?
Do you see me, like I see you?
My world is upsy-daisy, a twisting-
The Hetalia guysX Reader Hetalia StablesThe Hetalia guysX Reader Hetalia Stables2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) pulled tightly on the reigns. 'How can a horse so old be so energetic?' She though as the horse constantly battled with her to keep it slow. (Name) and her sister were suppose to go on a trail ride today but her sister bailed last second and so she was in the woods alone. Finally she pulled off of the dirt rode onto a small very narrow trail. She had never been to this part before. With a sigh she slowly let up on the reigns not even a full inch and the horse took off. Calmly she bobbed on the horses back as it did a half-trot half-canter down the torn inclosed trail. It attempted out into a field were the(Horse color) gilding took off into a full blown gallop. " Are you done yet?" She said looking down at her mount as she slowed him. He pulled at the reigns more. " Apparently not. Sorry boy but I'm not exactly sure where we are. So we have to go slower than usual." Gently her right hand patted the horses neck next to the saddle. It had been /very/ hot that day and bo
RatsWhen I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered.Rats2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring.
The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages.
One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers."
I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful woman. She was young when a man at an after-riot party had given her a child inside of her, a bruise on her face, and a few kopeks for her trouble before running away forever.
So I watched the dirty gray sunlight washing through her sickly blonde hair, watched it illuminate the dark hollows of her eyes, watched her face, and asked, "Why, mama?"
Why the Wind WailsWhy the Wind WailsWhy the Wind Wails4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, when gods and demons were more numerous and powerful than today, there lived in one corner of the world a Jaguar.
Now this Jaguar was no ordinary beast, for he grew far larger than others of his kind, until he towered over the greatest trees and began to rival even the smaller mountains. He knew hunger then, for being so large there was no game that could sustain him for long. Ravenous, he left the jungle and trekked north in search of better hunting.
He entered a desert, where at first he found only jackrabbits and the occasional coyote, neither of which was more than a tiny mouthful at a time. Besides which, the thunder of his belly rumbling sent most of them scurrying for their burrows before he ever got near.
The Jaguar was nearing the point of despair, about to lie down in the dust and wait to breathe his last when a musky scent wafted teasingly across his nose. Cresting a mountain, he sighted in the valley below a herd of gigantic pronghorned antelope
The Landlady and the PoetThe Landlady and the Poet6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE LANDLADY AND THE POET
SPECIAL COLLECTOR'S EDITION
Written by Diane N. Tran
To the attentive yet long-suffering landladies of Baker Street, you are not forgotten in my books.
It was a bitterly frozen December evening, and the snow from the many days still collected deep upon the ground, shimmering brightly in the winter moon. Down the centre of Baker Street, it had been ploughed into brown crumbly bands by traffic; but at either side and on the heaped-up edges of the footpaths, it still lay as white as when it fell. The grey pavement had been cleaned and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so there were fewer passengers than usual.
It began to snow again as the landlady of Lower 221B closed the scarlet curtains over the ice-panned window. She blew into her hands for some warmth after touching the frigid glass and rubbed her arms, heading for the fireplace. The woman toiled
Those DaysThose DaysThose Days7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
[Disclaimer: Tyshea (tyshea.deviantart.com) owns the characters and universe used here. I own whatever I write/create. Dont steal and dont sue.]
Ren hoped no one in the park was meant to die that day. She shuffled as she walked, pebbles of granite rolling and shifting as her sneaker-clad feet barely lifted from the ground. Beyond the sight of others and beneath the hood of her baggy black jacket, her red eyes roamed. Parents steered their children away or called them back when they noticed the scythe propped on Rens shoulder. A wide berth was given to her as she walked, and Rens head fell further forward with each step. The occasional small child that darted by, brushing past her with shrieks brought by laughter instead of fear, could not lift her eyes as she walked slowly toward a cluster of trees.
Get lost, you little brats! Ren looked up, blinking.
Spark Chapter 6Chapter 6Spark Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight skimmed through the diary. Luna had fallen asleep; willing oneself strong only went so far, especially when sick, and she needed to be ready to guide the moon down. She lay at Twilight's feet, a book as a pillow. A voice in Twilight's head had been telling her to just lay down beside her, keep her warm....Twilight had never been smitten before, and surprised herself constantly with the thoughts that ran through her head. But she turned it all into fuel for her study. To figure out what was making Luna sick. Something told her to keep going through the diary. At some point, she had decided, she was going to have to introduce Luna and Rarity to each other for real, given the Princess's professed love of gems (how would the night sky look in rubies, not diamonds, she asked her diary at one point) and pretty things in general. It was also uncanny at times reading about Luna trying to study or practice magic (studying being much more hands on when you were inventing liter
Spark Chapter 2Chapter 2Spark Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good evening." Luna greeted Twilight as the young unicorn stepped onto the same balcony as the princess. It had been just beyond their rooms, facing slightly off of south, giving a few of the city below. Canterlot had not fallen asleep yet; carts traveled to their final destinations of the day, couples went about for dinner, shopkeeps began to close up for home. Twilight bowed her head in greetings as she stepped out.
"Celly dotes on me so, it's a little embarrassing." Luna looked past Twilight to the two guards nearby. Twilight gave a nervous smile. She wondered - was this Celestia trying to protect her younger sister, or protect others from her little sister?
"How are you feeling?" she asked to shift the conversation. So far, Luna, while soft-spoken, didn't seem so poorly. Her opinion shifted slightly when Luna hung her head and let out a long sigh.
"So tired. And the night hasn't even begun. Once upon a time I relished this time of day, if only because I knew at least for
Spark Chapter 3Chapter 3Spark Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One very illuminating lesson on abacus use and maintenance and several hours of peaceful study later, Twilight and Luna left the library. Twilight could still hardly believe it as Luna had challenged to beat her with a calculator - and then won hoofs down. All with the help of beads and her own mental faculties she had computed things Twilight had wanted to write down before even getting to the calculator. For the first time in a very, very long time Twilight felt, well, stupid. She often felt foalish, out of place or embarrassed. She had never been made to feel stupid.
Luna had meant only to show off a little though, and Twilight held nothing against her. The younger princess had little enough to be proud of as it was. And that little display had helped the Princess make several insights to current tax regulations. Twilight was honored that the Princess had turned to her several times through the night, using her to clarify what the books could not. And she had gotten her ow
HotlineHotline7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
His cubicle is like any other in the office standardized, small. He makes it unique. Multi-coloured sticky notes litter the small shelf, the monitor, the pencil holder. Anything in sight, really. Varied snippets of life in ink - some end in smiley faces, others crossed out in impatient scrawl.
In pride of place on his desk is the phone. Worn, bright red, plastic. Obnoxious some might say. He knows it just makes it easier to find amidst the clutter. Scattered messages for the man upstairs surround it; hell need to sort those print-outs into the proper piles.
Born again Christian?
How many times?
Yes maam, that is
A legitimate question
We do have to
Ask this of all who want
To be reinstated a share
In this company
If you could hold please
And Ill patch you through
To the proper department
He finds a pockmark in the jarrah of his desk and wonders at the imperfection, fingers poised. The amount of times hes drummed his fingers over the surface (unimpre
Fella's Halloween big versionAnother Halloween night. The child-sized, pointy-eared creature gave himself one last once-over in the mirror before heading out the door. There hadn't been much for him to do, costume-wise. Given his everyday appearance, Fella didn't think he needed a costume at all. His sole concessions to the holiday were a pair of glittery antennae and a ray gun.Fella's Halloween big version4 years ago in Humor More Like This
That'll do, he thought to himself. He picked up the most important part of his ensemble for the night - a massive Trick-or-Treat bag - and marched out the door.
It was a cold, crisp evening, filled with the delighted screams of children and the scent of singed pumpkin flesh. Approaching along the sidewalk were three kids; a witch, a vampire, and something Fella couldn't identify beyond Kid-Covered-In-Duct-Tape. He smiled as their paths crossed, but his smile disappeared when the vampire grabbed his ears - hard.
"Nice costume," said the vampire.
AmorDefinir amor, sería ponerle limite a lo que siento.Amor2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Luna's Day Out Chapter 3Lunch went smoothly, and Luna's praise that she'd have to recommend this place to others had left the host with a nervous happiness. She gave a long yawn, and Nova matched it from his nest on Luna's head. Fluttershy had started back towards the shops, but paused for the princess.Luna's Day Out Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"My apologies, again." Luna said, in all sincerity. "I'll be pulling an all-dayer at this rate, with my night ahead of me!"
"No, no, if I go back to the palace before the sun has set I know my sister will find time to ask me what's wrong, why didn't I enjoy myself... she tries so hard, but I wish she wouldn't sound so much like mother used to." Luna ended with a huff. "Though to be honest I've spent more time amongst ponies today than... well, for significantly more than a thousand years, I'll tell you. I wasn't expecting this bustle, it's enough to wear on one's patience."
"But, what if we went back to Ponyville? It's so much quieter there, and, couldn't you explore there?" Fluttershy offered. Lun
Filipino AkoFirst time we meetFilipino Ako9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll see a face
Of dark brown hair along its trace
And dark brown eyes
Under squinted eyelids
Looking through a pair of glasses
First assumption you must have made
My crisp tan skin
Is before your eyes
Laid upon a skeleton of 5?9?
My ethnicity is not clear to you
So you change your mind and think
Maybe she's Mexican..
Or maybe Native American!
With your mind still unclear
You still assume
And throw out words to me
Obviously showing you have o clue
Ay dyosko , Filipino ako!
I'm not that cliche Chinese kid
You see on TV
So dont go up to me and say
Ching-chong chi hai-yee?
And wait for a response
While bustin' out karate moves in front of me
Thinkin' you're Bruce Lee
(But you're not)
Or clasp your hands together and take a bow
As if I was Japanese
(But I'm not)
Why don't you ask me questions instead of assume?
Before you start talking
And make yourself look foolish
At least the best thing you can d
Cut it out...I cut the life and then all the liesCut it out...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out of your favourite shirt
That you somehow left behind,
A favourite thing discarded.
It reminded myself of me,
The way it lay so forlorn
I considered it a mercy kill.
I Stabbed at it to put it down,
To save it from its own misery
Yet to somehow hurt you.
To draw blood from your chest
By sheer want, anger and will power.
Like sharp nails dragged along skin
Just the wrong side of pain.
Dug in sharply, scored deeply,
As I wantonly started to cut and tear,
To rip sharply and without mercy.
Like your emotions ripped through me
I tore and clawed at empty fabric.
To hurt something that was yours
Wishing it were not air within
But the solid meat of your chest
Laid open with my scissors.
In my wanton tantrum of grief
Among a ruin of ripped rags.
Nothing recognisable left.
Of what was once a shirt
Of what was once you and I
Guilty tears stains added.
I slept clutching the pieces
Stitching won't fix this
Tender loveTender love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shall tenderly love thee
till the day my soul leaves this place
because my heart doth not belong to me,
this love is sweet to my soul
and i know these words may seem bold
but my heart, in your hand you hold.
such beauty you bring to this dark place
and may our souls never leave this embrace
you take all the darkness
and turn it to delight
you take away my pain
and leave me staring out into the night
where will this life bring me,
could i keep such a beautiful thing
or is this all just a dream.
because I, never felt this way before
and i can't turn back to norm.
I, will never let this go
because I love you so
So please just let me caress you in my heart.
and i will do so even when were apart.
because i can honestly look at you
and say that this love is true.
so as the sun of life
is setting for so many
over the mountains it is peaking
for you and me.
let us not let something so true
just slip through.
Fakiru Week 2013 - BalanceAfter they had set out for clothes and found old rags to drape over their new bodies, the first thing they had to do was get used to the new mechanics. So they found a secluded spot at the beach at the bottom of a cliff, and there Fakir began to coach Ahiru on how to put her newfound limbs to use.Fakiru Week 2013 - Balance7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s simple after you get used to it,” he said, holding his hands out several feet across from the redheaded girl. “Just put one in front of the other and repeat.”
Ahiru wobbled and grabbed at a nearby rock from the cliff to prevent herself from falling to the sand, her knees quivering. “That’s—easy for you to say.” She pouted. “How come you’re already so good at it when I can’t even stand up?”
“Idiot. You’re the ones that got us into this mess. The least you could do is keep practicing and stop complaining.”
“’M not complaining.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
Ballet at BreakfastSiegfried wiped away crystalline beads of sweat, thankful for the training in swordplay that kept his hand so steady as he slid the spatula under the half-cooked batter. He edged the incomplete pastry up from the pan, quiet concentration glowing softly at the back of his eyes. The golden-brown cake could have been baked through by his intensity, but of course, it was more complicated than that. A plate of what should have been pancakes rested beside the pan, a shameful display of his lacking experience with this. Most were dough or blackened mess, and none the perfection that could somehow be found in between such dismal states. This was his final chance. He must be properly careful. He must, for soon his princess would want breakfast, and he had to be ready.Ballet at Breakfast3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had to be a poor sort of prince that left his princess hungry, after all. He refused to let himself descend to so lowly a position.
A steadying breath. The spatula twisted in his grip, carrying the pancake over neatly-
you built your body without meI need you toyou built your body without me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
find a flaw in the way I send messages
from my heart to yours. I know they like
to tangle with the stars as I notice how
your skin reflects the night's soft glow.
make me regret
lighting fire under your sickened bones
and tundra skin. I wanted to see if you
would burn and you did, only to kiss me
and set me ablaze alongside the stars.
was the easy part, but then it was as if
I had pulled a fire alarm inside you. Your
eyes couldn't see, your voice couldn't
carry and your heart just wouldn't listen.
it wasn't about what we felt in our hearts,
it was about how we felt in the four corners
of our selves. Now, you've shut yourself
off and I can't find recognition in your eyes.