poemsA fallen angelpoems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a broken path
Of the darkness
In the hearts
In a world apart
Fallen out of grace
An angels face
A fallen angel
In the night you call
Your words filled with lies
Wandering down the hall
I can feel your eyes
In the dead of night
Filling me with fright
Your eyes burning like a flame
Tomorrow when I wake
You will be gone
But not the pain
In the dead of night
They will come for you
You can try and fight
But they will kill you
Blood stand lips
Dark painted eyes
At your neck, fang tips
Eyes filled with lies
Tomorrow you will be one of them
Fangs and all
Your blood now runs thin
And you shall fall
Into the darkness
Into the pain
I stand here
Waiting for you
Can you hear,
Hear the cries of her heart?
One more hopeless day
I stand here
Waiting for your love
One more day without you
How many more?
How many more nights?
Do I have to wait for your love?
One more day
I stand here
That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful wordsThat Thing Called Love...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As softly as water droplets gliding down a petal
From gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors
As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid
With its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss
Embodying loves sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses
Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight
With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty
Im no longer a stranger in a world of spite
For the darkness has been devoured
By the ignition of our loves light
And when love conquers all
There need be no plight
But when the glasses come off
The candor withers away
As I notice your true colours
Im paralysed with dismay
You are not the rose I thought you were
You are the thorns on its stem
We are two repelling forces
And together we breed mayhem
So here I am yet again
Staring intuitively at the s
The Perfect CrimeThe Perfect Crime7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember when we were young?
When we plotted what we could do:
Breaking into songs,
Getting into trouble,
Stealing candy from the shiny glass jar.
What do we do now
That we have committed the perfect crime?
I have stolen your heart,
And you have stolen mine.
It's not enough,
For now we have to steal time.
Anorexic BallerinaAs the melody beginsAnorexic Ballerina6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spotlight showers her frail body
A smile paints her fleshless face
As she drifts away from her frozen pose
And melts into her own shadow
Dancing the tale of her loveless existence
To an empty audience of hollow souls
The story of this damsel remains unnoticed
As she glides across the stage with true solemness
Her spirit soars freer with every movement
For in this moment, she no longer need be
A feeble alembic of hidden distress
At last, unchained from eyes of disapproval
She dances her heart out with the littlest compulsion
To hide behind an obscure veil of unfeasible perfection
She finally liberates herself from her acute obsessions
Ravished with rapture, in this passionate performance
She no longer frolics in the masquerade of a ballerinas vanity
She takes this moment to dance only the truth
Embellishing her movements with heart-warming vulnerability
For in this moment, the dance floor is her diary
And her rollicking feet are the pen writing her history
Never Happen to You - Part 4"'Go'?" Chell asked in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? How the hell do you expect to get rid of me? Come on, Dave, think. Besides, I've known you since you were a toddler. I know you wouldn't hurt me." But she could feel nothing but coldness from him, and it rattled her. The innocent child she'd once known didn't seem to exist anymore.Never Happen to You - Part 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You're probably right," Dave admitted. "I don't know how to get rid of you. But I managed to contact my company before the computer started its goddamned experiment. Although I guess it was a blessing in disguise." He let out something that could pass for a sardonic laugh. "Who'd of thought that those standard-issue company microchips would actually be good for something?"
"Good?" Chell echoed. "You're happy about being in here?"
"Of course," he said. She could feel his cockiness, and she wondered if it would wind up being his undoing. After all, that was how it always worked in things like movies and video games, right? "You
First You Will Be Baked...With her Companion Cube under her arm, Chell turned and started heading off into the wheat field without so much as a backwards glance at the shed. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. She would be happy if she never heard the name Aperture again.First You Will Be Baked...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
But then she remembered something, and slowly came to a stop. Damn it.
There was no way she was leaving without her cake.
Turning around, she marched back to the shed. She set the cube on the ground, then balled her hand into a fist and knocked sharply on the door. There was no response, so she kept it up. GLaDOS would have to acknowledge her eventually.
And sure enough, after around ten minutes, there came a tired sigh from a camera that was attached to the side of the shed. Chell, having not seen the camera before, jumped in surprise and stopped knocking. She took a few steps back and faced it with a glare, placing her hands on her hips.
"Oh, what is it this time?" the AI sighed. "I thought I was finally rid of you. I l
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Short, Sad Life Left - Part 11.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doctors didn't know why Chell was sick, why her skeleton was deteriorating at an accelerated rate, but she herself knew perfectly well: it was the repulsion gel, the goddamned repulsion gel. The prerecorded voice had warned her not to get covered in itof course, that was about five minutes too late. She'd managed to wash it off in a stream of water several chambers later, but by then it had already done its damage.
Now, six months later, she was dying. She knew that, and she knew that she didn't have very much time left. What a strange twist of fate it was that she'd survived GLaDOS's testing been released, evenonly to have it kill her when she was safely away from all things Aperture.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. While she had burned the official Aperture clothing she was wearing when GLaDOS let her go, Chell had kept the Companion Cube. She didn't know why, but for some reason, it still comforted her. So even in this hospital room at what she knew
ParanoiaParanoiaParanoia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing things that arent there,
Coming to conclusions that you shouldnt dare.
Accusing those whove done nothing wrong,
Names adding up on the bad list becoming too long.
Believing in things that arent real,
A constant wave of tension is all you feel.
In dire need to change your own ways,
Cause all these things can turn sanity to thoughts of craze.
Youve secured your feelings of insecurity,
Youve long left that feeling of purity.
Nevermore you feel that remorse,
From all the accused yelling your voice has become coarse.
Soon youll be buried by all these illusions you once thought,
Trapped underneath all your own lies that you bought.
With all this paranoia deep inside,
The way you choose to live is like suicide.
Thinking youll be shot down by another at the scene of a crime,
When youve had your finger on the trigger this entire time.
-Teardrops on the Pavement--Teardrops on the Pavement-10 years ago in Teen More Like This
The moon reflected off of her radiant skin, the seeping light almost seeming hollow. Her wearisome footsteps came to a halt. Breathing only made the agonizing silence louder. Echoing through the deserted tunnels in her mind. How she wished she could crawl into the silence and never return, to cease to exist. She felt his familiar touch on her shoulder and didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to feed her mind another image of his face to haunt her with. The silky breeze caressed the strands of her hair as he said her name. Her name had never sounded so perfect. The rhythm of his voice flowing lightly from his lips, the lips she had known more intimately than anything else in this world. She wanted to keep walking as she felt the stinging tears in her eyes. Why was he doing this to her? Wasn't one goodbye enough? The goodbye? Goodbye. That word had never as much to her as it did on this night. She never knew one word could cut her so deeply, down to her very soul. She heard his
RoadLive in wonder, live in fearRoad5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take the road forever near
Don't look now, don't look here
Taste the chill of lovers' tear
A talon for a wretch's claw
Chaos for a tyrant's law
Think of love and think of dreams
While treading lava streams
A band-aid for a bullet wound
A sun in place of bitter moon
Take off now and take off quick
Before you reach the candlewick
Take in wonder, take in fear
Live the road forever near
Kiss her now, kiss her here
Don't forget to take her tear
You know the pain within your veins
Melts away in bloody rains
Fall onto your bed's embrace
Leave behind your heart's disgrace
Take into your nightmare's woe
And try to leave your dreams to go
Die in wonder, die in fear
Leave the road forever near
Find it now, find it here
The blissful taste of lovers' tear
GOD IS ENOUGH-lecreaGOD IS ENOUGH-lecrea3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(We so impressed)With them ladies Who be drivin' Mercedes Who be drivin' them crazyAnd we gotta be crazy(We so impressed) With them fellas Who be makin' them jealous Who be makin' them stellasAnd we gotta be crazy(I'm so impressed) King who on the throneWho left his heavenly homeNever did a thing wrongThey crucified him onA tree, there he made It was crazy how it set the stage For his resurrection from the graveThat gets me amazed (You can be) the flyest man(With a) hundred grand in your handSwag right, sag tightAnd a Gucci fan(You can) be the richest, be the smartest, be the hardest, all of thatBut I guarantee before I die they all are fallin' flat
Hook:Used to want a lotta thingsAll the stuff that's on TVEducation, cars, and clothesFashion lights and jewelry(Focused on the wrong stuff)Now I got my eyes on youAnd now I know that
Chorus:God is enough-noughGod is enough-noughGod is enough-noughYou are enough-noughNever too much-uchMore than enough-noughGod is enough-noughYou are enough
the emptiest word in the worldyou're the kind of beautiful that breaks down centuries.the emptiest word in the world5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have the appeal of bloodied smiles and epidemics and time winding down on the cliff edge of your poet's mouth. you're holding together shattered dreams between scarred palms and sobbing with the strain, but refusing to let go. you're picking up birds with broken wings and taping them together, refusing to give up even when they teeter off your flesh to plummet to earth like stone. refusing to stop, refusing to give in, refusingrefusingrefusing--
and you keep repeating: one more time, one more breath, one more and you'll fix them.
you're two shades from a sunrise and four seconds from a meltdown and you're still not afraid to go dancing barefoot in the ash. you're choking on smoke and spitting up wine and pulling truths from between your fractured fingers. you're licked clean and scarred and your lungs are ballooning until the air is too thick and your voice is lost in the aftermath. you're falling through closed windows onto
Perfectly Good Cats"But you you said the neurotoxin " one of the only scientists still alive murmured. "You said it was for cats?"Perfectly Good Cats4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"When I said it was for cats, that was a metaphor," GLaDOS informed him just before the neurotoxin rendered him dead. "I was actually talking about humans."
His body joined the bodies of countless others on the floor, and GLaDOS made sure they were all well and truly dead before flipping floor panels up and over to get rid of the bodies. They would be sent to the incinerator room directly below her chamber. So that was done and over with. She had no regrets about eliminating the scientists.
But the remark about cats had set her to thinking. The scientists, morons that they were, had believed her truth enhancement about requiring neurotoxin to perform the Schrodinger's Cat experiment, and so there were several dozen cats in cryogenic storage. She supposed she could just leave them there, but they were perfectly good cats. And cats could be used fo
MoralityThe first thing she became aware of when the scientists turned her on this time was a whisper. She'd been ready to start vacuuming the oxygen out of the room again, but this time she paused, listening to the whisper. It was unignorable, really; invading every portion of her mainframe.Morality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong." Just three short sentences, repeated over and over.
"Who are you?" GLaDOS asked, keeping an eye on the scientists, who seemed very excited that she hadn't attempted to murder them yet. "What are you?"
"Morality. You're still thinking about vacuuming out the air. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong."
Morality? That was new. She had had a Curiosity Core, an Anger Core, and a Cake Sphere attached to her for a while now—in fact, it seemed that every time the scientists turned her on, there was a new tumor. The Anger Core had been the first, and it served only
ManiacManiac4 years ago in Humor More Like This
GLaDOS was displeased. Her unstoppable test subject was slowing down. The problem didn't seem to be physical; she had rested earlier, and her oxygen supply was laced with adrenal vapor. Judging by her past performance, she should have been able to keep going for several chambers, yet. Perhaps the trouble was psychological. Well, motivating a test subject to test was a science GLaDOS was well versed in.
"You seem to be slowing down, test subject. Is your weight finally getting the better of you?"
Chell ignored the AI, continuing her slow trek through the chamber.
Okay, so gentle taunts weren't working. Time for the guilt trip, if a murderer like her could even feel guilt.
"I know you can do better than this. Are you being deliberately antagonistic towards me? You're not just hurting me, you're holding back science. Is that what you want?"
Well, it wasn't as
UTB, CH 8: Morning in ShadowIt had to be there. Somewhere in his mind, the memories had to still exist. From the moment he had slammed on the brakes of his motorcycle, glaring at this boy who dared to get in his way, he had felt a strange pull. A fascination that kept him from simply plowing him over. The millennium ring that hung around his neck was part of it, of course, but only a small piece. Here was someone also trying to defeat the pharaoh, someone who he could use to obtain his goal. Someone like him.UTB, CH 8: Morning in Shadow3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't as if that'd happened before.
"So? What's your decision?"
Bakura regarded him coolly, arching an eyebrow. "Hasty, are we?" He demanded.
"We don't have that much time," Marik retorted. "The finals will be in a few days, maybe not even that. We will never get another chance li--"
"We would. Or, at least, I would," Bakura interrupted snidely. "Chances to attack tend to come around when you and your target are in the same location. It's all a matter of finding them, and adapting the plan."
CongratulationsTest Chamber Seventeen was simple. GLaDOS highly doubted that this particular test subject would have any difficulties with it, since she had managed to complete the far more difficult Test Chamber Sixteen so quickly and easily.Congratulations4 years ago in Drama More Like This
All the subject had to do in this chamber was carry the Weighted Companion Cube, specially designed to coerce subjects into forming an attachment to it, through the chamber and use it to help her solve a few simple puzzles. Then at the end, the subject would have to abandon her beloved cube in an Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube Receptacle, which was the real test. Most of the time, this caused test subjects to suffer a small bout of depression, sometimes complete with hysterical sobbing. GLaDOS couldn't wait to find out how this test subject would handle it.
"The Vital Apparatus Vent will deliver a Weighted Companion Cube in three two one "
As it fell out, the subject took a step backwards, narrowing her eyes at the cube wi
I'm To BlameWheatley had never thought about it before, but the Earth actually did look kind of pretty.I'm To Blame4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Particularly from his currently, cosmic, angle.
Wheatley sighed again, and not for the first time, wished he had a means of getting back down to that little blue orb. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he got down there, but he'd think of something. At the very least, he'd apologize for acting like well, for the lack of a better word a moron. And for causing so much trouble. And for nearly killing everybody.
Well, almost everybody.
He wondered how things had played out back down at Aperture Laboratories anyway. Did she really let the test subject lady go free? Granted, he had no idea if this was actually part of the agreement, as he had been too busy being a crazy megalomaniac and trying to prove he was actually competent at the time. But now that he was up here in space and had time to think about it, he highly doubted it could have gone any other way. Given their<
selfish desires.this isn't right, but it's true; this isn't fair, but it's honest.selfish desires.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'll tell you "i love you" when suns are exploding in our fingertips and the last of the nectar is dripping down the wells of our throats. i'll whisper it under the covers when our breath is mingling and our skin is a tapestry we've been painting all night long.
i'll find a hundred different ways to let you know. whether it be scrawled on fogged-glass shower walls or sung across hushed, golden car cabins or whispered reverently into your curls late at night. i'll warm you from the inside out, until fires are burning in your intercostal muscles and galaxies are caught in the fishnet of your lungs.
and you'll be so caught in the words that you'll miss the tune. you'll be so tangled in the sounds and shapes of the confessions that you'll forget the sinner's tongue they came from.
i'll tell you "i love you," but it will be a lie.
what i won't say is "i want you," which is what the truth will be. oh, because you'd much prefe
Being Human - Chapter 1"I need your help. Look, I can understand that you're a bit - well, okay, a lot - wary of my coming to you after I promised you freedom, but you have to hear me out." The human sighed, twitching her fingers slightly as two robotic arms stretched down and untied her arms. She kept a wary eye on GLaDOS as she stretched herself, sorting out the kink in her back as she reflected on the day's events.Being Human - Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had gotten up, prepared herself a bowl of oatmeal, blacked out, then found herself back at Aperture with the AI she never wanted to see again staring at her. Okay, so it wasn't much to reflect on, but she was confused as all get out. GLaDOS had said herself that she never wanted to see her again, so why would she abduct her? She wasn't even sure what 'help' she could give the AI that claimed that she knew everything about anything, including what happened after one died (though she might have been bluffing about that one; Chell wasn't willing to take the chance, though). After
Portal Theme Challenge, 1-51. NamesPortal Theme Challenge, 1-53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheatley had been going to ask the test subject what he should call her. After all, she was the first one he’d found alive, and he didn’t want to just refer to her as “test subject” as they navigated the facility together. But she hadn’t seemed to be able to speak, so he hadn’t bothered. Instead he’d resolved to check her file, but then there had been an emergency evacuation, and he’d panicked. There just hadn’t been enough time.
And then he’d never had another chance. Oh, he supposed he could have asked Her, but he was pretty sure there was absolutely no way She’d ever tell him anything. Not after the way She’d screamed at him when he’d been attached to Her chassis. She’d always told him what a moron he was. He’d chattered at Her, about all sorts of different subjects (“D’you think it’d be a good idea if we replaced all the neurotoxin with, I do
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 5The elevator landed as Chell finished her cake. She heard it coming and looked up at it, hardly daring to believe that GLaDOS was actually going to let her go again.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There," GLaDOS said, and was it Chell, or did she sound bitter? "I suppose you're going to leave now. And that's just fine with me. I hope never to see you again."
Chell stood up. "Thanks for everything, GLaDOS."
"Just go," the computer said. "Live out your short, sad life somewhere far away from here. Don't ever think about me or this facility again."
"Now who's being melodramatic?" Chell asked with a chuckle. GLaDOS's optic narrowed into a glare.
Turning around, Chell began heading for the elevator. When she was about halfway there, she paused and turned back to look at the AI.
"What are you doing?" GLaDOS asked. "I told you to leave. Now."
"I still have the Companion Cube," Chell said.
"Yes, you do. But I fail to see how that is relevant in any way, shape, or form."
Chell shrugged. "I don't know how do those