IslamIslam in generalIslam7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
Painted SecretsI find myself looking at her, again, my wandering eyes naturally drawn to her pale face. Her dark eyes dart my way, painted lips turning up in a smirk. "Something on your mind, Oliver?" I barely hear her words, as I relish in the sound of her voice. It somehow reminds me of bells, and icicles, and echoing church towers, all at once. I don't know much, but I'm sure it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.Painted Secrets5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shake my head, and she sighs again, letting her fingers trace their way up my neck. "Are you, at least, going to hold still for me, then?" Her scarlet fingertips tilt my head just the right way, and brush my chin like a breath of wind. I miss her touch the moment it's gone, but try to keep still, regardless.
I could watch her all day, the way her arms dance behind the empty canvas. They remind me of willow branches, too skinny, but positively heartwarming the way they sway, as if set in motion by a wintry breeze. Her eyes, a brown, darkened to a near charcoal, are
You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
HCIFT? --Chapter TenHow can I feel this? Chapter TenHCIFT? --Chapter Ten7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No! Prowl yelled. I refuse to do something so demeaning!
What makes this demeaning? Bumblebee asked, pushing Prowl toward the edge of the hillside. Its fun. Which, I might add, you bet you could have.
Whats the fun in racing down a hillside? Prowl asked, crossing his arms.
A steep hillside, Bumblebee pointed out. Its steep, which makes it fast, which makes it fun, he said simply. Look, just do it.
I said no, Bumblebee, Prowl said stubbornly, turning away from the steep hillside.
It was gettin
HCIFT? -- Chapter SixHow can I feel this? Chapter SixHCIFT? -- Chapter Six7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sari's antics (which could only be described as hyperactive) caused the Autobots to check into their stasis pods early that night. Everything was quiet, the silence only being broken by an occasional car engine, as it's driver sped off to its destination. No bugs were buzzing, no birds were chirping. It was peaceful. What bliss...
Prowl's face mask lowered, giving him no further advantage in the enclosed, broken down industry building. He had only risen it to appear spy-like and add a hint of danger to his otherwise peaceful disposition. He dropped to the floor, his pointed metal feet clinking on the hardened steel of the floor. Bumblebee's room was messy; he was so like an organic teenager. The yellow robot was sleeping peacefully in his stasis pod, his vents barely humming for it was a cool night.
Prowl slowly stepped over to the pod, eying the stic
Ten Songs, Ten Stories - TFA1. Lets Get It Started - Black Eye Peas</I>Ten Songs, Ten Stories - TFA6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not many Deceptions knew that Icy Blitzwing had issues with pent-up aggression. Hell, it came as a surprise to him! But yes, everyone in a while, Blitzwing found his icy cold side operating on one last circuit relay one that someone never failed to work for all it was worth.
Today it was a combination of Lugnuts fanaticisms and Starscreams egomania; how much could one Decepticon take? Too much, he told himself as he strung up the punching bag.
It was a weird thing for him to be in the possession of; it was something hed found one day on Earth, and Random liked it. It eventually came to be useful-- when he needed to pummel something, he turned to the bag.
Like now. He tugged at the bag to test its ties and stared at it for a beat. Suddenly, the icy aspect of Blitzwing began pummeling it with his bare fists, damned glad the door was locked.
2. Two Out of Three Aint Bad
Jak 2: Bath Time Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jak!! Jak! This is no time for a nap!" Daxter shouted, shaking his friend who had just taken a nasty hit to the head and was now on the ground. Out cold, every attempt he tried failed. Long hair falling in front of his face, Daxter tried in vain to lift Jak's head up as the metal heads approached, eyeing their prey hungrily. "Jak, if you've got the least bit of conciousness left, now would be a good time to make the best of it!" the ottsel shouted, backing up as the metal heads came closer. Seeing as his friend wasn't responding, Daxter cringed, preparing for a world of hurt.
Suddenly, a crackling noise joined the numerous growling of the beasts, and Daxter opened his eyes, slowly turning to Jak, who now had purple eco dancing all along his skin, turning it a pale color. Horns jutted fro his head, and his fingers became long, bla
electrified blood.i`ve watched the monsterselectrified blood.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
violently claw at your self-esteem,
drown you in near-constant
faux affinity. i`ve heard them scream
life-threatening words that
haunt your every footstep, every
heartbeat, and you are starting to think
right. maybe i`m not
worth holding on to.
sometimes your eyes
drown in tears. sometimes
your bones feel like
dust in the wind and
sometimes, i wish i could
catch electric fireflies
and shooting stars for you.
that way, we could
sneak them through the
cracks of your heart and
you`d always have
light the way.
and instead of feeling like the
puzzle piece that doesn`t
fit, you`ll discover a way
to fall right into place.
you`ll find happiness made
entirely of sunshine,
sewn together with ocean waves
that wash away the troubles, and
friends that see you as
more than just
hope was not meant to
pull a disappearing act
forever, and dreams
were never meant to be
Less Than Successful 8"Hey, Prowl," Cyber Lily said walking down the ramp and stopping in front of him, "Miss me?"Less Than Successful 87 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Not really," He lied, "It's good to see you, Lily," He hugged her lovingly.
Blitzwing walked over and tapped Cyber Lily on the head, "Is Aqua on ze ship?"
"Oh, yeah." She turned and shouted, "Aqua! Get down here! Your boyfriend's waiting!"
"Coming!" Was the reply from inside the ship followed by a loud chrashing sound and, "Got ya!"
"Vhat is zat?" Blitzwing asked curiously.
"You'll see," Lily said with her arm around Prowl.
Aqua came walking down the ramp. But she wasn't alone. She was carrying a small robot under her arm. A small robot that looked just like Blitzwing.
"Oh, my," Blitzwing said with abnormaly wide optics.
Aqua walked over and smiled up at him, "Hey. How's it going?"
"Put me down! I don't like zhis planet!" The little robot shouted, "Mama! Put me down!"
"Ma..ma?" Blitzwing was dumb-struck, "You...had.. a child?"
"Yeah, and let me tell you," She wrestled the protoform onto her hi
it's only as bad as you say.my heart beat still skips like stones. and i can almost see the breaks in the surface from where all these misconstrued feelings ripple out and dissipate. like drops of water on my window pane, bleeding together and streaming away. like dust in our airways, inhaled, exhaled and slowing settling until my whole world is covered with a thick layer of grime and i'm left wondering if this is what love is supposed to feel like.it's only as bad as you say.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is, right?
because otherwise, i'm shy of the mark and even shyer of finding something new to waste my time on since these lipsthey don't move as much as they should because i tend to let my heart do all the talking so that every mistake i make reverberates and quakes and these four walls i've built around me tumble down until there's nothing but debris. i'm left to clean up the mess. refortifying my bad decisions with better intentions that are still not quite as high as they used to be.
but maybe a lower wall will let the right things in.
the chances though
EventuallyEventually, I will come to regret this. I will come to regret your sleepy morning smiles and the way you say my name. I will come to regret ever letting you into my tin can heart, where echoes of the various ways you say you love me will come to haunt me.Eventually3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HCIFT? -- Chapter OneHow can I feel this? Chapter OneHCIFT? -- Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For once, Bumblebee actually felt scared. Terrified, even. He was going to sneak out of the Autobot base. Or attempt to, anyway. He had never defied Optimus Primes orders before. The young leader was somewhat of an idol to Bumblebee. To be strong and powerful, and have the respect and trust Prime did. It seemed so unfair that Bumblebee had to follow orders from someone only a few decades older than himself. How was that fair?
Bumblebee slowed crept across the floor toward the door of the base. He only had to get out of the building, then he could turn on his wheels and speed to Saris sleepover. Sari had invited him to one of her sleepovers with some girls from around the block. He had no idea what girls did at sleepovers, but he had a loyalty to Sari that he couldnt explain. He had to be there for her, no matter what.
Bumblebee slowly pushe
HCIFT? -- Chapter EightHow can I feel this? Chapter EightHCIFT? -- Chapter Eight7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sari moved her feet to the corresponding spots on the pad, matching the silhouettes and the green arrows flying up the TV screen. When the song ended, the screen turned into a scoreboard stating how well Sari did. An A+ superimposed on the screen and Sari pointed at Bumblebee.
Match that! she challenged, giving him access to the DDR pad she had been standing on seconds before.
Bumblebee smirked, giving her a thumbs-up. I can beat your score! he said, accepting the challenge.
Hed never played DDR before, but it seemed simple enough. Match your feet to the arrows at the right time. It was everything he was good at. Speed and timing. Bumblebee smiled, waiting for the song to start. The arrows came in a flurry, and he tried to match them all, his processors working overtime to contemplate
MasksMasks.Masks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A different face
for every place.
Held in by chains
About to snap.
A glass floor
About to crack.
My love is true...My love is true...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to tell you,
But earth kept me away.
I wanted to say it out loud,
But wind blew my words away.
I wanted to write it,
But pages flew away.
I asked God why he is doing this,
because your love is not true.
If it is true, then prove it, will you?
SorryI'm sorry that life isn't black and white,Sorry6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry that I can't be your shining knight.
I'm sorry that I make you feel this pain,
Sorry that I just do it again and again.
I'm sorry that I'm never here nor there,
Sorry that it feels like I just don't care.
I'm sorry for all the stupid things I say,
Sorry for the way I was just yesterday.
I'm sorry for the agony left in my wake,
Sorry for the promises I always break.
I'm sorry for the person I'm failing to be,
Sorry that all you have left is just me.
I'm sorry for the times I left you broken,
Sorry you think my love is just a token.
I'm sorry for being a really crappy friend,
Sorry for wondering how it's going to end.
I'm sorry for the silence between us two,
Sorry that the best thing about me is you.
I'm sorry for the way we argue and fight,
Sorry for...I'm sorry for everything, alright?
DOUBLE SIDED COINI don't know why my words come out razor sharp.DOUBLE SIDED COIN6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't understand the pent up frustration,
Finding a leak through the hole in my face.
It pours out like cuts through my skin,
Seeping, drowning you in my depression.
You try your best to patch me up,
Heavily wrapping me with your bandaged love.
And the harder you fight, the further I fall,
The more you try, the faster I bleed.
I don't know what my world has against me,
Sabotaging my every waking breath.
When I escape to a hopeful dream of you,
All I find is more illusions of a whispered hope.
You are my paths end but I am always lost,
While I search in my own darkness for your light,
Hidden down beneath layers of uneasy smiles.
My legs carry me to a hollow responsibility,
While my senses glue me to my heart shaped home.
Turn a blind eye and shrug it off your shoulder,
While you feel upside down every now and then.
Briefly close my eyes and the numbers always grow,
To open them to be Sun instead of Moon.
The drip drop of the salt lake dr
if life was a clicheif life was a cliché, i could tell that it feels likeif life was a cliche6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heaven in here. marks of your presence, lingering in the
air like love letters, shopping lists for the
most important dinner party of your life or death
announcements. that it feels like heaven, thinking
of your hands slowly moving, a thousand raindrops against
the moon-soaked windows at a vivid lisbon night, we are
dancing in the rain, your lungs gasping for more air to tell
i love you, i feel like i'm shedding my worn-out cuticle
to grow wings. if life was a cliché,
you would teach me the feeling of walking on clouds.
if life was a cliché, i would not be lying in here,
the apprehension of a new day rising with the sun.
i would not be thinking that heaven is not
the strongest word to describe this little corner of the
world where i think of you and only you, properly named
my heart - i would not be thinking of your hands
like an old-time healer, kissing everything better
and filling up the holes left.
RiskyYou forgot how much she used to care. It's been too long-- too long to remember her secrets or remember the way her eyes lit up when she told them. It's true-- the truth really does set you free, and it's been too long for her to remember what freedom tastes like. She's too afraid to remember that. She's too afraid to remember anything, and that's the problem.Risky4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She's got empty glass-green eyes and an empty heart and an empty smile, and you haven't known what to make of it.
So you didn't even try.
You didn't try and you won't try and it's just too bad because she really does need saving. And no matter how many times you lie to yourself, you really do care. You care too much to fail her-- but you've failed at saving yourself. So how are you supposed to pretend you'll succeed at helping her?
Because you won't. And you're afraid to care.
She's too important to risk losing.
blue sky Pilotsof blue sky Pilotsblue sky Pilots9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw their breath white
lines Crossing the calm
we measure distances In lungs
shaped like a plane spread
against same ozone
these years To last for miles
A Whole New Prowl Ch.1A Whole New Prowl Ch.1A Whole New Prowl Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prowl was meditating in front of the tree centred in the middle of his room. It was so peaceful, the running water of his indoor pond, the chirping of birds nestled in the tree, the clouds floating overhead casting their playful shadows across his face. He felt so calm and relaxed...peace, quiet, and...BANG! BANG! BANG!
"HEY PROWL! YOU TAKIN' A STATUS NAP IN THERE OR DID YOUR HEARING GO OFF LINE?!"...Bumble Bee, the one thing corrupting Prowl's peaceful world. He activated his optics and rubbed his forehead.
"COME ON! THERE'S BEEN SOME SORT OF A ROBBERY DOWNTOWN!" Bee shouted. Prowl could hear his clanking foot steps run down the hall to meet with the others.
"What took you so long soldier?" Ratchet asked Prowl with his usual scowl. Prowl stubbornly responded by turning into his motorcycle form. Ratchet rolled his optics "Young bots."
Prime turned to face the others. "Autobots, transform and roll out!" and with that, they were off.
Arriving at the scene, the auto
Vodka Tainted LipsKiss me with vodka tainted lipsVodka Tainted Lips5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And remind me of your love
Remind me of that hideous beast
That snapped the twig and ate the dove
Kiss me with vodka tainted lips
I'll watch your eyes as they dance
It seems a tragedy to notice that
You need a liquid to remain in a trance
Kiss me with vodka tainted lips
But mind the whiplike tongue
The one that lashes at every fact
A mind so old, for one so young
Kiss me with vodka tainted lips
And mold my mind like dough
Blow it up, and explode the myth
To hold friends farther than the foe
Kiss me with vodka tainted lips
And condemn my worthless soul
To wonder who it is I need to
Complete the puzzle, make me whole
Kiss me with vodka tainted lips
Used to protect us from the cold
The bottle stands on the mantelpiece
The dregs swirl as the rest takes hold
The art and technology of lifeEach day we awaken without a second thought. We complain of oversleeping, of under sleeping, of not sleeping right and contemplate getting just a few more minutes of rest. We go throughout our day, routines, seeing to our needs, responsibilities and wants. We think we are so aware, but are we really?The art and technology of life4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So seldom do we think of that works beneath the skin. From flesh to marrow, our body functions in ways unseen to us. Ways often forgotten until something goes wrong. As we eat our breakfast, such a simple action, the complexities of our body begin to go to work. Saliva flowing to break down our food, the muscles needed to swallow, how our esophagus contracts to push the food to the next stage of digestion. Yet we do not realize these things until we choke, it is then we become painfully aware, but the realization is often forgotten just as quickly.
The rhythmic beating of a heart, blood rushing through our veins, unfelt until we feel for a pulse, unseen until we are cut. A constant transfe