tortoisetortoise4 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
Tau Wars Tau WarsTau Wars7 years ago in Humor More Like This
A day in the life of the Imperial Guard:
The KnowingThe KnowingThe Knowing14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by jsenn (Joy Senn)
not quite the same
not quite the same as before
before the papered golden ring
before the child from swaddling grew
before the hand of unheard aches
touched us here and here and here
we never knew
I swear to you, we never knew
(we live forever. don't we? nope.)
(does it get better? yup.)
falling leaves . spring renews . summer's sweat
I do digress
now is more
more than before
now we know the knowing
and the power in the word
knowing some mountains won't be climbed
knowing some oceans won't be crossed
knowing the awful wait does end
that patience is not the heavy load
knowing even this
...the rose's scent before the sniff
and this...oh, this, of greater import now
knowing the slightest grin
the unseen move
the imperceptible glint of eye
the elegant, the elegant
there you have it, boiled down
hopes and dreams, love and life
contained by the beginning
smooth assurance, abiding time
Gaza is burning: A songGaza is burning, oh, burning away....Gaza is burning: A song5 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.)
The Secret Of Fall راز پاییزThe Secret Of Fall4 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
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
How to dismantle me.Hope to live,How to dismantle me.6 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.
GREAT OMEGA Character QuizI'm rather bored, and I rather enjoy learning about peoples characters a little more in dept. This is a 'survey' or 'quiz' or whatever you wish to call it about your characters. There are a lot of questions. And I mean a lot. Feel free to give it a shot.GREAT OMEGA Character Quiz6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Given Name (Full):
Meaning(s): (If you don't know, I'll tell you)
Ever changed name? If so, why? to what? for how long?:
Nicknames (with reasons):
Birth Mother's Full Name (Maiden):
Birth Father's Full Name:
Parents are fluent in:
Natural Colors? If not what is?:
Other skin marks:
State of Teeth:
Middle toe larger than b
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
2. Love2. Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know painters paint it, composers play it, actors can act it...but what can writer's do?
Well, we can tell it in a story, we can convey it in a play, we can sing it in lyrics, and we can illustrate it in poems.
But, for the moment I am not a painter, a composer, an actor, or a writer...but I can explain it the only way I know how...
Frustratingly magnificent while also terribly unique.
Confusing and intriguing, and can also leave you weak.
Menacingly wonderful if not also specially designed,
All emotions put together, but right now they are all mine.
Rivaling with a person whom I've never seen before,
knowing that no matter what; I will always love him more.
Daunting and perilous, but sweet and caring too,
A feeling of elation when it means so much to you.
A rhythm in rhyme.
A feeling that can and will always transcend time.
The moment of that passing glance;
The crazy feeling of being lost in a trance....
The daydream of the soul's song,
The triumph and the e
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
Halting speechShe always was an inveterate liar. ClingingHalting speech5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Onto small hopes, smiling in distraction,
Teeth like porcelain doll skin, telling untruths.
Say, stranger, can you tell me how far it is
To the place where the hills fall asleep? You know
In Texas, the moon comes down in the day to gamble,
Betting the stars away. Or maybe, had you heard,
That your shoelaces complain about the smell of your feet?
It was childish. Simple-minded. We didnt listen. How far
Could anyone listen to nonsense? We plugged up our ears
With noise, white buds, busied ourselves
In the harvests of our lives, taking no trouble. If she said
That shed toss herself beneath a truck, nobody would reply.
Just looking for attention, we tell ourselves. She cant stand
To be ignored. We just keep on weeding our gardens,
Filing our papers, going to work. Were bad liars too.
ouroboros.ouroboros.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White and gold still dressed her spine.
Those chains and gems criss crossed her shoulder blades in absent patterns, slung across her skin with a careless air. She was a creature of laces. Lace. Cream coloured filligree. And in this new home that didn't yet feel like hers,
she felt so small
alone on her wedding night with only years upon years of flowers to keep her company.
Arehtet went to the window and pushed it open, let it yawn wide open like the maw of the manticore. Her perfume called, white smoke with the lull of desert roses and dragon's blood on its tongue of deceits. She pulled her veil back and she blinked.
This kingdom could fit in the palm of her hand. She reached out. Closed her fingers around all those twinkling lights and crushed them to the dust of an hourglass.
The night wasn't so dark.
But it was vast.
The halls of Caeronvar Rock echoed under his feet as he stalked through them, gold softly clinking against his wrists and chest.
They called it the Rock and that was e
The Guide to PhotomanipulationThe Guide to Photomanipulation9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So you want to learn how to dive into the ever popular digital art style known as photomanipulation. Why wouldn't you? It's quick, it's simple, it's popular, and it doesn't take much effort on a piece to get those +favs you long for. Some people think photomanipulation involves conceptual ideas, technical skill, originality, and an eye for composition. But the truth is, the more thought you put into a piece the less +favs you'll get so just ignore those ideas.
Just get rid of that brain of yours because you won't need it. There is no conceptualism in photomanipulation. Now that we've got that taken care of, you're ready to create art. Nothing in your photomanipulation needs to mean anything, you don't need to improve your skills, you don't need to experiment, you don't even have to work hard on a piece, you just stick with this guide and your art will be the coolest thing in town and get all the +favs and popularity you ever wanted.
Your New Style
the punch-upthe punch-up7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
boxing isn't about the
the struggle and rising
10 mile jogs at 5am
when the heavens shit on you.
starving to fit the weight limit
by a single pound.
taking a beating and still
having the guts to stand up
it probably sounds like a
testosterone fest to you
Sugar Ray Robinson
Duk Koo Kim
they gave everything they had to it
everything they had to
we all require
a semblance of
like me pounding
Dear Diary 2: Judgement DayDear Diary 2: Judgement Day8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Snaggu snaggu, wort wort. Elziracia kenzigious lon Gnu gnu. In Glick-jod smon lock nolg on snib lob. Ib lemon riggidy goo goob maulk loud kahch.
Sorry about the brief entry yesterday. I was in quite a hurry, but I assure you, it's all true. Anyway, I went to the zoo today. Steven wasn't feeling well, so he decided to stay home. I don't see him as a zoo person anyway. Being a thanksgiving animal himself, I imagine that he would probably throw up what's left of him at the sight of his living turkey brethren.
I arrived about 16 seconds after the forty-second minute of the fifth hour of the dawn of the eighth day of the eleventh month and, boy, was it packed. Everyone was crowding around something and, being so naturally curious (or a "damn stupid boy, now get me some damn whiskey" as my papa would say) I had to see! And low, onto my eyes appeared the most glorious sight I had ever seen! A MAN FEEDING MONKEYS IN THEIR CAGE!
Then I looked at th
after dinner, afterlifeafter dinner, afterlife8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After Dinner, Afterlife
If it were you and I,
both of us
bearing crosses on our backs,
and lifted high upon our crimes
(like a Bible story
or a fairy tale from some
damned, banned book)
we'd surely be honoured
at the gates of Saint Peter,
with medals, wine, wings
and songs of praise
for our lives within fables
and our ability to conquer
with only a blind mule -
and a switch.