The Things I Do Ow. Ow. Ow!The Things I Do4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy, can she stay longer? Pwease?" whined Aiden, tugging on my ear incessantly. His little sister, Meghan, decided to copy her brother, and began pulling on my other ear.
The things I do for these kids.
"No sweetie, the doggy has to go now, ok?" Mrs. Burke replied, gently prying her children's fingers from my poor ears. I licked her hands in appreciation. She smiled knowingly, and scratched my neck. "We'll see you in about twenty minutes?" she whispered.
Unfortunately, I thought. I nodded.
"Wonderful! Aiden, Meghan?" she said, returning her voice to a normal volume, "Go upstairs and get ready for bed! Ira will be over in twenty minutes!" Almost immediately, her kid's attention shifted from my d
CourageThe world needs more courage.Courage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Courage to fear.
Courage to hope.
Courage to hurt.
Courage to cope.
Courage to laugh.
Courage to cry.
Courage to live.
Courage to die.
Courage to love.
Courage to hate.
Courage to leave.
Courage to wait.
Courage to jump.
Courage to fall.
Courage to run.
Courage to crawl.
Courage to go.
Courage to stay.
Courage to work.
Courage to play.
Courage to fail.
Courage to try.
Courage to wish.
Courage to fly.
Courage to fight.
Courage to talk.
Courage to stand.
Courage to walk.
Courage to win.
Courage to lose.
Courage to dream.
Courage to use.
Black Metal PromterBlack Metal Promter8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Argh Argh Argh Argh Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah blea blea blea blea Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah bleah bleah bleaaaaaaaaaa
Urrrrrrrr Mrrrrrr Argh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Satan!!!!! Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh Ouaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Apricots!!!!!!! Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah
Thank you very much!
my friend friday My friend Friday spends Tuesday afternoons looking for things that no one else can find. These things are small and blend with the everyday so suitably, that they elude most of us, even after our morning coffee or cigarette. But invariably Friday finds them with ease, and sets them upon my doorstep every Wednesday morning, pawing at my breakfast with his fresh wonders.my friend friday8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I saw a boy die yesterday! He howls, the door slamming behind him. He is not in the same room as I; he is yelling this across my house at 5:30am, eliciting angry grumbles from my somber roommates. Sending the saloons doors clacking and banging, he gushes into our kitchen and tosses a mangled G.I. Joe on the table in front of me. The boy was in the car in front of me. I was driving to work, laughing at NPR, as ya do, and there in front of me, a man was flying, this man! He grins, snatching the disable veteran off the table and waving it in front of me
tortoisetortoise5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
capturing the movement
of stars in motion
and pledging my undying devotion
to it's selfless notion
looking for a closure
to this raw exposure
things are ceasing to look faded
i think i almost made it
sun is up and the night is bright
i left behind my need to fight
i am coming to see
how anything can be
Behold the StallionMy face remains unfathomed,Behold the Stallion10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My tail a banner long,
My frame was wraught in twighlight,
My soul Poseidon's song;
My stride rolls like the ocean,
My heart beats fierce as fire,
My touch is like a potion,
My stride it is desire;
And would you place,
A tarnished hand,
Upon my sea-spray hide?
Then if you dare,
Then do so now,
Upon my back,
My thunder is eternal,
My song is bold and strong,
I'll take you to the edge of earth,
I'll fly the whole night long,
Give up your heart to my deep eyes,
I'll never say a word,
My silence is a golden one,
And only you have heard.
I Hate You, GirlSo, you're in love, huh?I Hate You, Girl4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your boy must be wonderful.
Just like the last one.
Se escribe heroe........Se escribe Heroe, pero se pronuncia IdiotaSe escribe heroe........6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Un día común, sin mucho que decir, me levante con el alba y me puse a reflexionar lo que avía sido de mi vida hasta esta mañana en que me levanto, y pensé, que no avía echo nada de valor en mi vida, me di cuenta que vivía como un animal, sin darle un sentido a la vida, simplemente vivía para ver un nuevo sol un nuevo día, y recordé algo que me hizo pensar, retrocedí en el pasado del mundo y me tope con una clase de personas muy únicas, unas personas que lucharon y dieron sus vidas para que las personas que vivimos el presente tuviéramos el sol de una nueva mañana, me detuve un momento recordando a estos "HEROES" y me di cuenta que todos eran personas comunes y corrientes, pero se destacaron por sus acciones por su valor por querer compartir un mensaje al mundo, recordé viejos relatos de combate y me di cuenta que avía cientos héroes que jamás fueron recor
How to dismantle me.Hope to live,How to dismantle me.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Live to die.
Love to stay,
And stay to cry.
Sigh your last,
But never pretend,
To hope that hope,
To live again.
Furthest Flow - Prologue PrologoFurthest Flow - Prologue5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Imaginen ver una hoja en blanco o un lienzo de pintura sin haberse usado.
Ahora piensen que están parados ahí dentro y lo más que alcanza uno a hacer es voltear para cualquier lado sin ver más que el espacio vacío que les circunda. Ni siquiera pueden observar el propio contorno de ustedes, es como estar desnudos e invisibles a la intemperie.
Bueno, así me encuentro ahora. Podía haberme sentido de mil formas en ese momento, pero en mi no había reacciones, ni sensaciones. Era como ser un punto muerto y ya, un punto .que comenzó a surgir de pronto entre aquella inmensidad. Su presencia hizo que surgiera en m
OysterThe world is your oyster.Oyster8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Too bad you're allergic.
Red DressThe store was not busy tonight.Red Dress7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Customers wandered in and out, solitary dancers to the muzak that floated down the aisles. Cady watched them with unfocused eyes - her job didn't take a lot of concentration.
"Good evening, ma'am, do you have Flybuys?" Hands moved automatically, packing groceries into plastic bags with unconscious precision. "That will be $11.90, thank you, have a good night. Good evening, sir, do you have Flybuys?"
Her eyes focussed with a snap - he hadn't handed over a card.
There weren't any groceries on the counter, either.
The man's face was unremarkable, the kind of face that had passed her a hundred times that night, forgotten before they reached the door. But, his eyes - they were remarkable, a golden brown that drank in the light and glinted hypnotically.
"Arcadia," He said, "Wake up."
"Good evening, sir, do you have Fly-" Cady's mouth gaped for a moment, and embarrassment burnt her cheeks. She was on the wrong side of the counter
QnA : MCQ 01QnA : MCQ 016 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why israHell ( Israel ) is using such weapon ( illegal lethal weapons ) at Gaza ?!
Medical out filed trail ? its for the humanity .
Inhuman morals israHell ( israel ) has
We deny IsraHell ( Israel ) using such thing . ( p.s we are Zionists )
What IsraHell ( israel ) is doing , is :
All of the above
Sorry am pro-Zionist , will not answer , cause you are Anti-Semitic !!!!!!
Why israHell ( Israel ) kills civilians ?!
i am normal civilian ( someone ) is filtering and control my media from what's happening or what's Israel is so i believe its Israel rights to do so .
I am a German , so they thought us in the school we killed Jews and now its Jews time to kill ,
Gaza is burning: A songGaza is burning, oh, burning away....Gaza is burning: A song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children wont see life for another day....
As battle goes on the truth is painful,
Israel's view is certainly disdainful.
ALLAH oh ALLAH if you are willing,
Please help our friends from Israels killing.
ALLAH oh ALLAH creator of all,
reigner of heaven oh heaven you haul...
Biss millah irrahman irahym,
Peace oh Peace in dear Palestine.
(C) By Love2333u (Maryam O.)
si tuan nyalang...si tuan nyalang7 years ago in Other More Like This
aku hentak kakiku di dasar jurang
jalang lang lang lang lang
sudah cukup terpuruk jatuhku ini,
masih juga kau terus mendorongku
mau diapakan lagi, tuan?
tubuh telanjang menggigilku ini?
salahkan lagi peluhku,
salahkan lagi igauku,
salahkan lagi laraku,
aih, matamu nyalang sekali, tuan..
kemana dunia pelangi dulu itu,
kenapa jadi sumur gelap begini?
dan kenapa kita tidak terbang seperti dulu,
kemana lagi aku harus jatuh untuk melayang lagi?
ahh tuan, maaf saya banyak tanya, matamu makin nyalang..
cukup kau selimuti aku,
cukup kau dengar ceritaku,
cukup kau sentuh aku..
(kalau tuan mau,
kita lewati dulu malam sepi berhujan ini,
lalu besok cari pelangi
kalu tuan tidak mau, ahh..
tinggal dorong aku lagi. dan ahh..
She ate stars for breakfastShe ate stars for breakfastShe ate stars for breakfast8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was beautiful.
An elegant and sophisticated creature of poise and corruption.
Starry chandelier skies were her backdrop and at curtain call
Nobody knew what went on in her world.
Especially not me.
I really cant be blamed for wanting her and oh I
Wanted. Her. SO. Badly.
Youre asking me why then? Why did I do it?
You, sitting in your pristine office with white washed walls.
You, who have probably never experienced an emotion stronger
Than mild annoyance.
How could you ever possibly understand me?
Now youre staring at me like Im mad.
These feelings are simply beyond your knowledge,
Even with all your fancy degrees strung up like a hunters prized kills,
You will never understand THIS case.
Maybe youll feel something more than mild annoyance then,
Maybe youll even get FRUSTRATED.
You know, she wasnt scared of me. Not really. I know that
deep down, she had always wanted something whic
CreationCreation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The staggering end is held in her eyes
And with it stretches a new beginning
Adorned in shadows and bloody kisses
The archway lights blink, Once, twice
As feather-fingers entwine with mine
Opaque, a sleek safeguard from the sun
Velveteen tresses murmur on my cheek
A ravens plumage and a spiders silk
Laced with the fragrance of an angel
Incongruous to a demon by design
She presses her wintry lips to my neck
And I nearly reach out to embrace her
My tongue flicks a nervous lick at sweat
An avid tattoo in my breast to remind me
Omnia mutantur nos et mutamur in illis
My fists clench as fear wreathes my veins
And I swallow a mouthful of raw anxiety
Desire's cohort beads between my thighs
As her lips whisper promises on my skin
But I am temporarily deaf to the divine
Will it hurt? I whisper, and she pauses
Her mouth hovering over my slick skin
She doesnt draw back to see my face
Uncertain, enticed, frightened, excited
As she laid a cool finger along
The Friends of the ChampionThe Friends of the Champion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Complete antidote to my last fiction, haha. This little bit of silly takes place long before the previous post when Kirkwall sat in the eye of the storm. Hawke and his companions enjoy the peace, unaware that - between them - it is they who will bring about its end.
Just a bit of stupid fun, but bitter sweet if you know what's to come ^_^
"Okay so - stop me if you've heard this one."
It's late, probably very late, in the Hanged Man. Cortland Hawke looks absently around the room, as if the time might just leap from the boarded walls and make itself known.
Heaving another draught from his tankard, the newly-dubbed 'Champion of Kirkwall' gives up any pretence of caring what time it is anyway and lets his head rest on his arms, his gaze moving toward the party's resident healer. Anders is holding court, having seemingly nominated himself as entertainer for the latter part of the evening in the absen
1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We whispered prayers into the corridors
while I spoke into your ribcage,
telling lies to our skeletons
to help you understand.
you said they loved
watching me wax poetic
while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes
cover our skin
while I taught you how to fly.
(you were always too afraid to fall
and too afraid to land).
It wasn't lovesongs we sang;
it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe
but you said ghosts exist
and without sins.
I told the doctor
his medication clipped your wings.
I fed you sweet words
tucked in between
While I cried in secret every mo(u)rning
pressing tears beneath
the fragile scales
The doctors said
we needed to prepare.
I told them I was kissing
hoping for a wish.
we counted every soft bruised bone
with lover's temperaments
as your temperature rose and fell.
The doctors crushed them in their hands
when they spoke of vital signs
WomanhoodI was seventeen when I first understood what it was to be a woman. It wasn't the moment years before when I began my period. It hadn't been the instant in which a boy first touched his lips to mine when I was twelve. It wasn't when I put on my first prom dress, or the first time I wore heels. I knew that women had breasts, and men did not; men were taller, and stronger than women; women were fairer and meeker than men. That was the way things were, and always had been. I was born and raised to accept those facts, and that is exactly what I had done.Womanhood8 years ago in Open More Like This
I watched the deep, crimson blood drop and fan out in the water beneath me. It was like dropping food dye into oil, or dropping paint onto wet paper. It spread through the basin, dancing slowly over the white porcelain boundaries. My hips and legs and stomach ached for the fourth day in a row despite following the directions of countless concerned friends. "Drink water", "avoid salt", "exercise", they said. I had shaken three cylindrical br
The Secret Of Fall راز پاییزThe Secret Of Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
با همه ی رازها؛
سرخ و زرد و قهوه ای،
نغمه و آوازها...
رفت و مانده یک نگاه
بر لبه ی پرتگاه
دلهره ی زندگی،
غرش قلب زمین،
جوشش روح دریا،
سرخی قلب من و
If You Give a Bitch A Llama...If you give a bitch a llama, she's going to ask for a fave.If You Give a Bitch A Llama...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you give her the fave, she'll probably ask you for a watch.
When she's finished being a whiny bitch, she'll ask you if you know anybody cool. Then she'll want to look through your friends to see if there's anyone she can bitch at.
When she looks through your friends, she might notice that all your friends are awesome.
So she'll probably ask you for a feature.
When you've given her a feature, she'll want you to tell her how awesome she is.
She'll start posting single word comments on everything you upload.
She might get carried away and fave every fucking thing in your gallery.
She may even end up devwatching all your friends as well!
When she's on her period, she'll probably start crying on moaning on your page for no reason.
You'll have to put up with that shit, because if you block her, she'll make an alternate account in order to piss you off some more.
She'll seep into your cyberworld, make herself comfortable and pis