Music Again Chapter 11Music Again Chapter 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Cinnamon Rolls
"And they're alive!" Longineu announced and I laughed. Adam played with my bangs and pushed my wheelchair to the table. I couldn't wait to get into crutches. I'd finally be able to play my bass guitar again.
A pang of sorrow stabbed at my heart. I missed my guitar. It seemed like ages ever since I've strummed the notes and heard the heavenly music flow through my ears.
Before I knew it, a plate of cinnamon rolls with icing dripping off the sides was placed before us all. The luscious scent drifted into my nose and I eagerly grabbed three of them.
"Whoa, Tommy, we're hungry too!" Lisa complained as the three brown rolls with the most icing plopped on my plate. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm injured. The injured go first."
She gaped. "Oh no you didn't!" Monte snorted and cracked up in laughter. Longineu joined in seconds later and then Adam. Lisa sounded like a high school girl. She soon started laughing too, and by then Monte had tumbled out of his chair an
K- Printemps NucleaireK- Printemps Nucleaire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
8,9 sur l'échelle,
Une vague sur l'archipel,
Des milliers à la rue,
Des milliers disparus,
Les yeux plein de chagrin,
Je chante ce matin,
Pour ce peuple digne,
Qui ne se résigne,
Fuyant les rayonnements,
Grand peuple du Japon,
Je glorifie ton nom.
In Oz: FishermanIn Oz: FishermanIn Oz: Fisherman3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Don't speak, don't think too much, and don't tell anybody anything about our sweet secret! Do we agree? I'm sure we do, and you'd do everything I would ask you for - at least now, when you're so close to me and can't turn your eyes off me.
You are the fisherman, but I am the sea.
In Oz: In The Big PictureIn Oz: In The Big Picture3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: In The Big Picture
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
So here you are again, making me dizzy with one single portrait, and I've seen the future, and it will be... - like Prince sang on the futuristic Batman-Soundtrack of the year 1989. To say that you're beautiful is an understatement. To tell everybody that there's really no one like you may be the truth, but it also does not fit in the big picture.
In the big picture, there's Johanne in a country called Romania, a girl that comes with a BANG louder than words by drawing a picture with the help of just one shot, and if I'd be able to draw a photography, I'd try to draw this one: A manifestation of someone irresistible coming straight from a dream.
Queen of the NightQueen of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your bloom only comes out at night
Your perfumed sent is like a spell
Your white plumes reflect the stars
A vine that keeps you in the ground
Skin so white
It's a shame you only come out at night
London could not keep you
America was your quest
A golden garden path
Your beauty is unmatched
What causes you to bloom at night
Because you are pollinated
By nocturnal animals
As you come out at night
Fairy's float among your Vail
The bride of the moon
Water flows into your veins
The sun rises and you die for another day...
The PollutedThe Polluted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You can't deny it anymore," shouted Go.
"What do you know that I can and cannot deny?" replied Cassandra in an even tone.
"I know you like me!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and you are just dying to kiss me!"
"Am I? Or are you just putting your words to my thoughts?"
Go twirled Cassandra around and grabbed her by the wrists.
"Why won't you ever admit it? I can see how you feel about me in your eyes."
Go pulled her towards him in, trying to kiss her luscious lips that he was so fond of staring at.
When all of a sudden, the ground began to shake and crumble beneath their feet.
"What's going on?" Go had to shout in order to be heard.
Whatever was going on below them, it was making the most god-awful sound. It could only be described as something between a banshee shriek and the final roar of a dying animal. Everything around them seemed to instantly go into chaos. People were running towards the outer city like they were being chased by a mob with pitch forks and torches.
"We have to move to high
Nature Haiku INature Haiku I3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Soft sand surrounding my feet
The Place For MeThe Place For Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Structures to call home
The smooth and gentle glide of waves
Salty air brushing through trees
Tires spray gravel
Pastel paint on the home
Shoes filled with sand
Long walks on the beaches
Bananas in the trees
The white of crashing waves
Rough storm waves
Mud mixed with gravel
A torn up home
Debris in the sand
The spray painted home
Hawk nests in the trees
Crabs feeding in the sand
Animals call this home
Fish swimming against waves
Lizards scurry across gravel
Life fills the beaches
A place at the beaches
A place in the trees
A place on the gravel
A place within the sand
A place inside the waves
Many call this place a home
I walk past trees, across the gravel
I plat in the sand of the beaches
This is my home, wave and all.
Everything Hidden By A SmileEverything Hidden By A Smile2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A smile is but a simple mask in which we can use to tell people that everything is going to be okay. All I have to do is keep on smiling. I cannot show my weakness, no not now. I have put in way too much effort for me to blow off any of these chances now. But how long can I hold this mask on for. I will have to break eventually, nothing ever lasts. I dread what happens when my mask fails.
From the outside my life looks mostly good. There are some obvious improvements but I am still going well. This is great and all, but to me it is not enough. I don't know if it ever will be enough. I might be doing these things that I have only dreamed of, but still I don't have it all, but I want it, I want it all.
I want a job, is that too much to ask for in this world. You would think that it is a reasonable thing to ask. Then why must this be thing that I am constantly denied. I am nothing without a job. I am even reminded this all the time by those I live with. They say "you can live all the drea
In Oz: societyIn Oz: societyIn Oz: society3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Well, to say that this is great art would be an understatement.
Your work society is a revelation, and although I wanted to start in another chamber of your little modern castle, I now have to start at the top, in your penthouse.
Your performance of society isn't just another great idea, it's the proof that you don't need much equipment to do an unforgettable photo. All you need is creativity, braveness and the power of your imagination.
Here you are, bound in this spider's web of expectations and lies that freeze us all, and today's the day we can see it all: The modern hero always stands, 'cause he'll never be able to fall.
Nature Haiku IIINature Haiku III3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sweat rolls down my skin
Hot sand heats my scaly feet
I scurry to shade
Black ButterflyBlack Butterfly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I perch on top of the world
I see a bright colorful branch.
I sun my wings and think happy thoughts
Were not all full of color you see.
Some are darker than others.
My tears are insignificant.
Still I fly happily along.
Still I try to make friends.
Some just hate
We live but a heartbeat in time.
Why must we have revenge?
Is your heart as black as mine?
Eat , drink , sleep.
I'll leave you all alone,
And fly along my way.
Angels Cried TonightAngels Cried Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look into the past and change.
I'm heading out tomorrow.
Stars light my path of tears.
My baby left me on the midnight train.
Left of nowhere.
Right on time.
You can't carry the burden.
I'll burry the past with the rest.
The sun will come out of the darkness.
Kiss my lips of shame.
Tell me lies to comfort.
Your eyes catch the blaze.
Your smile left your face.
My heart broke like glass,
And angels cried goodnight.
Cosa devo fare?Cosa devo fare?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They only look from one point of view
Never mine, only there's
I try to please them all
But I push them away, its better that way
They only way a accord will be made
Is if they look through to my outlook
I don't know how to trust
I don't know how to tell
I've learnt to hide my feeling in a shield of coldness
And now with nowhere left to turn
What am I suppose to do?
To stop myself from falling further down into the abyss
My Only Momentary Happiness...My Only Momentary Happiness...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Only Momentary Happiness Came From Making Pasta
A story by Dani R., Shane M., Laura K., and Rachel W.
Susanne was an average woman. Average height, average beauty, and medium length brown hair that framed bright blue eyes. Typically she would be doing average things at work on a Monday, but today was not an ordinary Monday.
She was shopping for supplies for her child, Lawrence Jr., named after his father, and her husband. Junior was not living with her, seeing as he had not been born yet. She was excited for the baby to come, but she was only four months into the pregnancy. But, that didn't mean she couldn't pick out some baby clothes, toys, and maybe a crib.
Now, Lawrence Exeters Sr. was less than excited about the child, but he tried to be for his wife. He tried to be a good husband and father as he waited for the baby to come, but he was unsure of how to deal with the child. Mr. Exeters even paid for the best doctor in town to deliver the baby when Susanne went into l
dark eyesdark eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i like to believe that im profound with words
and i can pretend that thoughts become blurred
insomnics, will die from lost sleep
and i will starve myself... for weeks
thin my pitty and leave me be
am i beautiful in bone tite skin
that holds myself in place
till i am once more replaced
and the gutter is overflowing with thier
my hair grows thick in just days
my lips want to speak
presed stong to fill in the crease
of two lips combined
no breath is released
in my dark eyes
what will you see
the pressure unsure
well, what do you see ?