Lover on top of a mountainThey who scale mountainsLover on top of a mountain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
content themselves with the feeling
of love, not confirmed
with action. They can fly the arrow- never mistake- truer
than any romantic. But
height is a lofty mistress, and the
keenness of the wind is
ever seductive, because it whistles
the story clearly that gets
Who -wants- to get mangled?
We are not beasts of burden, even if
we've worn this fur for thousands of years.
To dive from the clean, clean edge into
chaos is unthinkable.
To frolic among the tumbling bodies
and risk trampling and being trampled
is enough to curl back and reach
for the highminded pleasures
Oh, but such a dream
veiling a cliff's face
eventually reveals itself to
appear only to those who
fall from the sky. So the lover
spends all her time devising paths
to those below. She braids the ropes
and drops the chains, even taking a sledgehammer
to the rocks for a perilous winding road
but the danger she
undermines, and it is
few who exceed the intimacy of
you gotta get outi slept in the woods last nightyou gotta get out5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with no coat and missing shoes;
i made my bed in the snow,
buried my face against the ice,
and felt nothing.
skin sinking to pale blues with every hour,
(a faded variety against the colourless drapery called my complexion).
my veins crackled and snapped, icicles forming inside.
numb to the bone and core as i was the day you left.
staring into a dead sky, past fusain tree limbs,
the sound of something corporate seemed to take to the passing wind.
its pounding piano and cutting words
should have stung like the frostbite,
but instead swept me unconscious.
but i am Kristie not Konstantine,
and you spell konfusion with a J
..and? i don't like it.
asleep on the forest floor,
lifeless as you'd left me,
still as the day i watched you go.
though we'd stood motionless in the kitchen
and went nowhere at all;
you had left.
the you inside you had;
you let it go, fled, gave it up.
gave me up.
you canceled all our reservations
but forgot to tell m
The Ultimate SacrificeThe Ultimate Sacrifice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was over It was finally over when Jason looked at the horrible twisted mockery on what once was Knight-Commander Meredith he understood they won The devilish statue was all riddled with shining red veins gloving like there was some demonic blood running inside. But it was a fake, the illusion Meredith was dead, in his life Jason Hawke saw too many deaths to be sure that fractured stone Lyrium - whatever abomination is not alive But its form showed the true self of Meredith very well!
First Orsino, now Meredith what a horrible deaths!
Jason slowly came closer to that statue and narrowe his eyes, looking on his dagger which melted into the chest of that malformed calculus He missed, even now he saw that... For the first time in his life he missed, the eye flawlessly sought the weak spot in her armor, the blinding reflex flawlessly protected him from the mighty swing, the fulminant strike as always hit the spot
her picture.I found a picture in my box,her picture.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hidden by hundreds more.
The dazzling photo caught my breath,
I met this girl before.
Clothed in a gown of satin and silk,
She held my eyes forever.
Light spilled upon her beautiful face;
Smile lit brighter than ever.
Set flowing against her flawless frame,
Was an illuminating gold.
Each sparkling piece above her chest
Reflecting light as they were told.
Beyond this dress was something more,
What pulled me from the start.
Her figure, her eyes, this pretty girl
Completely stole my heart.
Mesmerized in her perfection,
I couldn't help but count the ways.
My hand took to her every line;
An unexplainable maze.
Endlessly long and narrow,
Her shape was nothing more.
This trail of elegant thinness
Began along the floor.
Though her legs were covered in golden sheen,
The shadows spoke their story.
Moving along, just inches above
Was all that held her glory.
Her fingers fell below her hips,
Each delicate, soft and long.
The sharp curve of hipbones seized my stare,
The Echo of SilenceI...I...The Echo of Silence6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't know what to say,
To the tears,
That you cry
Don't know how to change,
The past, so this,
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
Don't know where you have gone,
All I know is I am alone,
Miss you more every day,
And wish I had made you stay,
Here with me!
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it ring
Blind PanicIt begins,Blind Panic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a sense of unease
Are not quite,
Not like they should be
Blind panic is swelling,
And my soul is telling,
I begin shaking,
I feel the fear breaking
Unable to hide,
I am hearing,
Things that aren't,
That feels like,
A bad dream
Sweat is pouring,
Nails are scoring,
Harsh lines in the table,
In front of me
Knees are bracing,
My lips are tasting,
jlp May 13, 2009
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
Secret GardenThere's a garden of secretsSecret Garden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So beautiful and bright
Though this garden is wonderful
Brings a smile to my face
This beautiful garden takes on a whole new life at night
Though there's not two flowers side by side,
They still shine through the gloom
And though the trees stand tall and proud,
They drape down in a sort of loneliness,
Making it almost unbearable to look at
Now the grass may be brown
Close to death as well
But give it love
And soon it will come be quite swell
The trees may be old
But listen close my young friend
You might hear it's story
For their stories never have ends
The leaves may be dark
Even a bit dull
But when they blow in the wind
Oh, it's a sight of awe
Though some branches are bare
They still hold purpose
Have a hidden beauty that they'd like to share
Oh and the fountain!
It may be old
Have cracks in almost ever place
Moss growing every which way
But if you close off your eyes
Use your imagination
You'll see it's true beauty
A beauty you can't replace
Beauty in a g
Letter to an old friend.Dear you,Letter to an old friend.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a letter
from someone who, by now,
has forgotten your face; your name
comes to mind every once
in a while, bringing with it
a small sense of sadness, then
I may have missed
my chance with you; by now
I may not really mind.
Yours in passing,
an old friend.
The Phantom Of LoveSometimes I feel likeThe Phantom Of Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
screaming, sometimes I feel like
crying, sometimes I feel like kissing,
sometimes I feel like flying..
Is this real what I feel?
Or is it another fantasy
from the other side of my head?
Sometimes I wish you
sometimes I wish
I knew who you are,
sometimes I say "I love you"
but then again I don't know
who you are.
Are you my creation or are
I don't know,
I can't feel...I just know
I wish you were here.
I am the girl...I am the girl...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am the girl who hides behind a smile.
I am the girl who cries when no one is looking.
I am the girl who watches you live.
I am the girl from a broken home.
You are the girl, who makes me smile.
You are the friend that wipes those unseen tears.
You are the one, who offers me reason for life.
But I am the girl from a broken home.
You are the girl that has no smile.
You are the girl who does not cry.
You are the girl that lets me live.
You are the girl that has no home.
You are the girl, who lives inside me.
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
Amuto - Tsukiyo no First Meet "Why do you have to go?"Amuto - Tsukiyo no First Meet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"My plane leaves in 2 hours. I can't miss it."
"Why did you join a globetrotting orchestra?" My tear-stained face was buried in Ikuto's chest when I found out he would leave me again.
He pulled me up onto my toes to kiss me. This time it felt like he was hesistant, but longing for more. And yet...he just couldn't take it as one of his tears streaked down his face and onto my lips, and released. He regained control over his tears. "I'll see you again. Later...Amu."
Ikuto finally loosened his hands and let me go. I saw him turn himself towards my bedroom balcony. I bent my head down to wipe a tear. "Ikuto...I...I..."
But when I looked up, he was already gone.
"I love you Ikuto."
"Geez, even when I'm 19, in colleg
I Am ForeverI Am Forever6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes were the darkest shade of romance
and were blind to any type of love
She bled life from her fingers
Staining everything she touched a violent, screaming red
She breaks mirrors for fun
Crunches the glass in her hand to bring life back to her paling fingertips
Each palm is scattered with a thousand white scars
One for every moment she felt the blood in her veins and the breath in her lungs
One for every moment she remembered she was alive
but she can't stand the scars because they remind her of a purity, an innocence
and she hasn't been innocent since the day she held the world in her hands and heard it whisper, "We will break you. You are fragile. You are alone."
She cries out into the burning sun, her hair the color of a raging heartbeat
She breaks one last mirror screaming, "I am paling fingertips. I am one thousand tiny scars. I am the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs. I am a raging heartbeat. I will not be broken. You cannot break me. "
AloneIsolated,even if you are surroundedAlone6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stifling,losing breath very second
Expected,to be an over-achiever
Alone,because no one can hear you if you beckoned
Scared of the future
Scarred by the past
Worried by the present
For this happiness can't last
Nothing to do
Trapped in the state of depression
All there is to do is dwell on the premonition
The never ending session
Will I ever be released?
Have joy seep back into my box of emotions?
Or have loneliness take me over
Not even lifting a finger for the slightest joyful notions
No time for love or hobbies
Just my mind full of consequential thoughts
Will I be alone in this world forever?
Or just wait until the base of my feelings rots?
Sweet and SourI remember, when being stubborn was natural and held no more meaning than any of the other thoughts in my head.Sweet and Sour6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When anything was possible, and no idea was thrown away.
When writing something down on paper would be writing it in stone.
And memories glowed bright colours of ash and warm sunsets within a time capsule made of glass.
When caring for these memories would allow them to become something better than they ever really were.
And smiles would widen a little more whenever you let the warm glow resurface and make the world whole again.
I remember the land of dreams, of hopes and aspirations that were so simple and easy.
But then watched them grow into something more scary, into something that resembled less of a memory.
I remember darker memories that could scold the brain if thought about too often.
When remembering couldn't be done, because it would be more than a frown you would have to endure.
When things got serious, and bright colours intertwined with dark ones.
A realistic im
Feelings of love - part nineTools were thrown and foul language was exchanged for a while as the two rivaled brothers fought. Until, finally, one of them got hit in the shoulder by a kunai, it took an hour but it finally peirced the skin of one of them.Feelings of love - part nine8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're getting reckless, Sasuke." Itachi snickered. Sasuke just scoffed.
"It's just a small cut, nothing too major," Sasuke sneered, thrusting his katana
at Itachi, "but the flesh wound I'm about to give you will!" Sasuke missed Itachi. Itachi, finally getting a perfect chance to attack, grabbed Sasuke's arm, pulled him closer, let his grip go, and then kicked Sasuke in the gut. Sasuke flew back and almost slammed head first into the rocky cave wall, but he quickly flipped around and rebounded off of the wall. His feet touched the ground, and he kept his balance.
Sasuke smirked and then he started to change. His skin darkened, a dark cross appeared between his eyes, his hai lightened and grew longer, and a tremendously huge hand/wing-like-thing came out of his ri
In CirlclesWhat if I told you I know how the world works? Why, every so often, we feel guilty for something we haven't done. Why, we're so up front with those we're above, but shrink under those we're below. Why, no matter how hard we try, we feel something's not been done.In Cirlcles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What if I told you I could read minds? Know, exactly your thoughts. Know, exactly what it is you wanted, dreamed of. If I knew, all of your secrets, all of your lies, everything you'd rather hide. And if I knew, exactly your strategies, plans, aspirations, insecurities. What you don't know can't hurt you. What if I told you I could read the minds of those around you?
What if I told you I knew how the world works. Why we sometimes can't say how we feel. Why we sometimes lie for the better. Why we decide not to act on things we don't believe are in our control when they are. Why we Seem to make complications before resolutions on our own terms. Why we believe friendship should stay friendship when the best friend is a love.
Everything skit rewrite.There once was a girl named Jessica. She was very close with God and they loved each other very much! God showed her the wonders of His world and had fun with her. Gave her movement and life. Made her the way He wanted. Gave her good foods and delight. Showed her the wonders of life as it was meant to be. Did amazing things to delight her and make her enjoyed. They danced, then Satan came in and stole her and looked very good. Then the demons mocked, teased and messed with here emotions. She tried to make her life good, but Satan took it away at a glance, and mocked her. He added some drunk and crazy friends as well, to mess her up and ruin her life. Jesus was then angry with the demons and tried to woo her back to Him, and He tried hard till the end! She then tried to send the sin away, then the "beautyEverything skit rewrite.6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Gay MarriageIt's amazing how ignorant and stubborn people can be in this society. Does MatthewGay Marriage4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Shepard ring a bell? Matthew Shepard died on October 12, 1998. He was kidnapped, robbed,
beaten senseless, tied to a fence and left out to die in freezing weather. ("Matthew Shepard")
Now, why did this happen? Not because of his race, not because of his gender or his looks,
but because of his sexual preference. It doesn't make sense how much hate can be in a
human body to go as far as to kill someone, because of one minor thing about them. Take
Fred Phelps for example. Fred Phelps is the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church. He and
the members of this church picketed Shepard's funeral with signs saying "GOD HATES
FAGS." ("Matthew Shepard") What kind of person can stand doing this? In today's society
many people are being shunned and hated by other people just because of their sexual
preference; therefore society must make a change and accept this large amount of people.
"We hold these truths to be self
Cold Blooded introductionAmu Hinamori is saved one night by a beautiful boy named Ikuto Tsukiyomi. And she immediatly likes him. Little does she know that he's really a vampire, and he's got a special connection to her. One that he tries to deny, to get rid of.Cold Blooded introduction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And it turns out; a lot of other people want her as well. Now, an epic battle for Amu's heart commences. When there are no rules to hold any of them back, no rules to save her, what will happen? Will she find true love, or be destroyed in the process?
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melting on my tongue. but frankly, you used too much pepper and the wrong cheese and i always spit them in my napkin when you turned away. i always told you that they were my favorite food, but i dont even actually like eggs.
i could never say this, but i can't stand the way you click your tongue against your perfect teeth when you're nerv
I was gravity.forgive me.I was gravity.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I confined you;
my intents were buckles and my dreams
about your winged ankles
saving you from flight,
but I was obviously simple:
I spoke syllables my mind
could never rhyme.
(although I hastened with
the puzzle pieces;
heaven knows I tried
in the frame we keep inside
but o, the brightness
of your moments are poetic
to present yourself in valiant arcs
and sweeping escalations
with a heart that hurts
behind the signs of peace
while my child eyelids shielded
me from talent stark and ageless
you were perfect,
higher even than
lunging ever after jugulars;
with my limits and humanity
and hatreds never ceases.
at your legacy of awe-inspired
the start of something wonder-bound
and freed from all containment)
please forgive me, I had turned aside
as you pulled out the fangs,
but now I notice that the sharpness
in my mouth is much the same.