Tiempo heladoTiempo helado2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deja que el tiempo se pare
que las manecillas se hielen
que los segundos no pasen
y el momento se congele.
Deja que en el aire quede
el copo, que no se agarre
al alféizar, sino que vuele,
que quede en medio del aire.
Deja que la lluvia no choque,
que no chapotee al instante,
que ni siquiera llegue al roce
del asfalto negro azabache.
El tiempo para, ya no corre.
Las agujas de plata brillante
se han detenido, como torres
erguidas quietas en el paisaje.
El tiempo se ha parado.
La nieve, congelado.
Y solo dos sabemos
qué ha pasado.
5 de Febrero del 2012
Cristina Monreal Fernández
Never LoverNever Lover4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
Just A BoyJust A Boy4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Around me is my life,
My people who have followed me.
I acted as queen
Confronted by the boy who is now my guardian.
The years have changed him
From slaveboy to padawan,
From child to young man
And now I find myself attracted.
Is that so wrong?
Isn't attachment forbidden for us both?
Maybe I should be myself for once
And not Senator Amidala from Naboo.
Dare I relax like the birds on the lake?
He is near me. Watching me.
He's still just a boy
He doesn't understand.
El mentiroso-Cap 1El mentiroso-Cap 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madrid, 30 de Junio de 3030
Cierro el cuaderno en el que estoy escribiendo. Hace días que empecé un diario. Respiro con profundidad y miro el cielo. No veo nada nuevo y no me gusta, me aburro. Estoy sentada en el banco de Aldrich. Recuerdo cuando era más pequeña y hablaba con él. El tiempo pasaba rápido escuchándole.
John era una persona extraña, pero a mí me caía bien. Llevo dos años intentando investigar sobre quién era en realidad, pero parece haberse esfumado en la nada. Nadie le recuerda, no hay ningún escrito sobré él, ningún archivo informático. Ningún periódico, nada. Su casa fue derruida y todo rastro de su existencia, borrado. Fue como si las mentes de las personas hubiesen sido formateadas como a un ordenador.
Es como si nunca hubiese existido. ¿Soy yo la única que le recuerda?
Por supuesto, menos encuentro sobre su supuesta máquina del tiempo.
Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part2Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part23 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younglings drifted into space for hours. Not knowing where they were heading.
They were sat, in shock and in fear.
Makai: I thought the clones were good though? They are supposed to protect us.
Chase: Why would they attack Jedi?
Tai: Because they're clones! They don't think, they only follow orders. It's Palpatine! Only he controls them. He must have ordered them to kill us!
Makai: But why?
Tai: How am I supposed to know!
Chase: Anakin Skywalker is friends with Palpatine.
They all looked at each other. Although young, they were beginning to understand.
Makai: So was Master Anakin always evil?
Chase: Who knows? Why did he do that...How could he....
Chase started sobbing.
Tai: None of that! C'mon! We are Jedi!
Tai, although 10 years old, knew, as the oldest, he would have to take charge.
Tai stood up and started looking though the pod.
Tai: There must be an emergency power switch somewhere?
Tai saw a switch and flicked it.
The power came on but the lights kept dimming...
The Chinese ZodiacThe Chinese Zodiac9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year of the Rat
1912, 1924, 1936, 1948, 1960, 1972, 1984, 1996:
People born in the Year of the Rat are known for their charm and attraction for the opposite gender. They work hard to achieve their goals, acquire things, and are likely to be perfectionists. Rats are usually considered aggressive, ambitious, suspicious, and power-hungry, honest, generous, quick to anger and prone to spend freely. People born under the sign of Rat are imaginative, charming, and generous to the one they love. However, they have a tendency to be hot-tempered and overly critical. Their ambitions are big, and they are usually very successful.
Year of the Cow (Ox)
1913, 1925, 1937, 1949, 1961, 1973, 1985, 1997
People born in the Year of the Cow are patient, speak little, and inspire confidence in others. They tend, however, to be far out, and unfair, and they anger easily. They have fierce tempers and although they speak little, when they do they are quite eloquent. Cows are mentally and physically alert. Gene
The Master Puppeteer's SlaveI am a puppetThe Master Puppeteer's Slave3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enslaved by the master puppeteer
My movements are ordered
Forced by the tug of the strings
Held in the palms of the master's harsh hands
I am not allowed to have a mind of my own
It was sold away
A long with my soul
When he captured and enslaved me
Neither of which will ever be returned
My life is a show for the world
While the master and all his little followers
Get to watch my dummy self
Be put on display
Each day that comes my way
I am commanded by the tugging of strings
And the screeches of vulgar words
When I have gone astray from these orders
I am beaten and bruised
Till I have no choice but to give in...
I have grown quite tired of this gruesome mess
Where you have pulled my arms and legs
For these long pitiful years
Being forced to play your filthy tricks
Just so you can have your lovely cash
This pain you see
Just a Curse StoryJust a Curse Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tiny eevee was running away, People were throwing rocks at it "GET OUT OF HERE YOU CURSE!" the eevee had no choice but to jump into a River. The eevee was drowning. It grabbed onto a Peace of tree bark. The river was heading out to a waterfall. The eevee tried to grab onto the River's edge but it was too late. The eevee was still clinging onto the Tree bark
. A net went over the eevee. A fisherman picked up the eevee. The little eevee struggled, it hurt. "Well aren't you cute?" There was a Deep growl coming from the eevee. The little eevee bit the fisherman's hand and leaped for the throat. (The next day) The boat landed on a beach. The eevee hopped out of the boat, covered in blood. "I'm not a curse." The eevee slowly walked towards the forest. Two Young boys were walking in the forest and spotted the eevee.
"HAY LOOK!" one of the boys yelled. The eevee didn't notice and kept moving out of the forest. The other boy picked up a rock "WHO EVER CATCHES IT FIRST, GETS IT!" the boy threw
You know?That one event whichYou know?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is truly an event
One that you could never forget
A memory that you would form a fist to
Ensure it won't slip through your fingers
Even if you thought you might want to?
That one event you know?
That one morning when the smell of cut grass
Drifts in through the window
When you wake to tidal whispers
Telling you to 'shhhh' and listen and enjoy
The most perfect of mornings you know?
You know that feeling you get
On a hill watching the sun set
The radiant one pulling the warmth of the day with it
Down behind the city skyline?
The wind chills but only enough to let you feel a tingle in your spine
A rush that forms into the most tranquil at satisfied of smiles
You know them?
It Started Out With a KissNote: This is my first Talladega Nights Slash Fiction I really hope you like it. Its more of a Will Ferrell/Sacha Baron Cohen then Ricky Bobby/Jean Girard based off of their really amazing kiss on the MTV Movie awards. If you do not like that kind of thing please dont read especially if you dont like the idea of two guys kissing. Please locate your nearest back button now, Thank you.It Started Out With a Kiss6 years ago in General More Like This
For anyone else that is still here, please enjoy!
It Started Out With a Kiss
Something had change since the kiss they shared on the final scene of the taping of Talladega Nights. That kiss was meant to be something shared between Ricky and Jean, not Sacha and himself and now he couldnt deny the fact that he felt something different towards the man.
He had arrived that after noon and walked down the red carpet like everyone else had before him. The cheering of the men and woman, young and old were screaming in his ears around him welcoming him to the awards, the MTV movies awards.
Thoughts on teaching myself how to drawThe very best of Mozart plays in the backgroundThoughts on teaching myself how to draw1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i attempt to teach myself how to draw
Violins sing a dreary dirge -
for all that was lost, all that was defeated,
and for all that never was
Never was for its birthers lacked the freedom to express their ideas
The light turns red - i hope you die
Gangs Of Bloodhounds have overrun my dear pianist
melancholies thoughts are driven out,
As i attempt to teach myself how to draw
Lost opportunities are falling FUCK THAT
I am better than this.
I will not waste my life remembering the opportunities i lost
I will waste my life chasing the unreachable girl
Doing the undoable
and simply regret what I could not achieve
as i sit in my dark winter room.
Just me and Hooray For Boobies
as i teach myself how to draw...
RawStripped and bare,Raw2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my naked soul is bleeding
on an ice-cold floor made of stone..
Full of wounds and cuts
gathered along the years,
while I've been sleeping.
how blinded a person can be
to their own pain..
And yet I whisper prayers
in thanks to being able to feel,
hoping I'd be allowed to remain aware.
I draw a breath in,
and blow it heavily out.
I've never been more alive.
The flooding blood keeps me warm.
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
ClarityI understand now,Clarity9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What we're all fighting for.
If we desire peace,
We must prepare for war.
This is no ordinary fight,
That one hears about often.
The quarrel is inside you,
Peace begins within.
Hold your line,
Stand for your title.
Will you stand idle.
Do not give up hope,
Or your mind will come undone.
Do not become a monster,
To defeat one.
Through this fight,
You have endured.
Binding your heart and mind together,
Makes victory assured.
In the purest of attire.
Your soul has become,
An unquenchable fire.
Your soul will exclaim with joy,
As it proclaims from its altar.
"Never again ,
Will you see us falter!"
Clarity should be,
One's ultimate goal.
But it is only earned,
Through a battle with your soul.
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.
'This Will be the Day' RWBY lyricsThey see you as small and helpless'This Will be the Day' RWBY lyrics8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They see you as just a child
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild
Prepare for your greatest moments
Prepare for your finest hour
The dream that you've always dreamed is
Suddenly about to flower
We are lightning
Straying from the thunder
Miracles of ancient wonder
This will be the day we've waited for
This will be the day we open up the door
I don't wanna hear your absolution
Hope your ready for a revolution
Welcome to a world of new solutions
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution
In time-your heart will open minds
A story will be told
and victory is in a simple soul
Your world needs a great defender
Your world's in the way of harm
You want a romantic life a fairytale that's full of charm
Beware that the light is fading
Beware as the dark returns
This world's unforgiving
Even brilliant lights will cease to burn
Day and night will sever
Hope and peace are lost forever
This will be the day we've waited for
Thanks to DanThanks to Dan2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Phil felt awful. He had done for days. In the past few weeks Phil had been focusing on everything bad in his life that he couldn't change. Simple things like more subscribers, more money, moving into a bigger flat with his best friend Dan, having the confidence to do more with his life silly little things; had begun to get him down. It was all just playing on his mind, taunting him, slowly turning him mad. He knew he shouldn't be thinking so negatively about life, but it had all just gotten too much recently, forever battling it on his own. He tended just to sit in his room all day feeling sorry for himself, only leaving its confines to get a drink or some food. All he wanted to do was sit, sleep and cry.
When the invitation came up to go out and have a meal that night with his and Dan's friends Charlie and Alex, Phil wanted more than anything just to say 'No thanks, maybe some other time.' But he knew that wasn't an option. The two boys had made their way up to Manchester on a w
In Defense of the Lazy DogIn Defense of the Lazy Dog8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In Defense of The Dog:
Revealing the species prejudices which are hidden inside the most basic elements of our education
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
A classic writing sentence, is it not? Known to almost every grade-school child. How tragic is the fact that this work has become so common to the people that it is now used without thought, apathetically passing over the author's message.
Let us analyze the words, for a better understanding of the author's intent.
The phrase starts with the word "The." The placement of such a widely-used word at the very start of the author's first sentence implies the desire on the author's part to make this work relative to the people of today, to instantly create a bond with the reader in the shared usage of what is perhaps one of the most popular words.
The next word is "quick." This word is relative, measured usually by the speed of something relative to the speed of another being. For example, the speed of an average h
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
Old SellswordThe rattling of his bones,Old Sellsword1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enclosed in timeworn, calloused skin
Reminded him of past youth,
And his senseless exploits of sin.
Before he held a sword, and
The King’s emblem upon his breast
He was a poorly country boy,
Craving opulence to manifest.
Once held up high, now faceless,
Wandering aimlessly alone
Fighting an aging body,
He greets each movement with a groan.
He has become a sellsword,
Consumed by limitless treasures
Turning on several Kingdoms,
To simply engulf life’s pleasures.
Fleeting Kingdoms, far and wide,
Embracing others is no choice
Instead he passes by them,
Until hearing her velvet voice.
Sword-sharp eyelashes, sweeping
Across scars underneath her eyes
Loving her could mean one thing,
The ending, his one true demise.
Years within this land alone,
Longstanding without an embrace
Changed sudden with this woman,
Dressed head-to-toe in white lace.
The sellsword reaches for her,
Grasping her soft, delicate hand
Asking her to come with him,
And venture deep into
PillsDon't only the crazies need to take pills?Pills9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The though of going gives me chills.
On medication, how will I be?
Will I really feel like I am me?
Zombie is the way people often describe.
Of course it depends the pill they prescribe.
Let's play with my head like it's a game.
I know that things won't feel the same.
Depression is something I want somehow.
I want to be exactly as I am now.
I can't remember a time ever being without.
But my head shouldn't be filled with doubt.
I know that depression can really kill.
I've felt what it does, but somehow still...
Depression has become my abusive partner.
No matter how much it hurts, I only want her.
But I know that it causes too much pain.
And my energy all seems to drain.
So maybe medication is what I must do.
Hope is all I have to hold on to.
A call to armsWhat do we fear?A call to arms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we hide?
Is it the pain?
Is that it?
What of the Blacks, who were beaten, lynched, set upon?
What of the women who were always 'inferior'?
What of the common Patriot when Britain ran America?
What of our ancestors?
They fought, bled, and died for the right to be free
To be recognized as men
To be recognized as equals
To be FREE
So I ask
Why are we silent?
Are we American, or are we LGBT?
Can we be both?
We ARE both, and no one can take that from us.
Every suicide, every hate murder, every law passed,
Every silence, every person afraid to come out,
They tell our story, write it in the history books.
How will you be remembered?
As the first American group afraid to fight?
Please, no, not that.
I am American before I am bisexual,
I am Texan before I am anything else,
And I was raised to fight,
Not to cower from superior force.
It is out God-given right