As the Wheel TurnsAs the Wheel Turns2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the Wheel Turns
Snips and Snails were dripping sweat as they struggled to drag along the heavy wooden cart that dug into the ground. The cart plowed up the dirt and left a sizable trench in its wake. They looked at one another, tired and worn out from pulling the new tyrant of ponyville to the edge of the forcefield. They stopped for a moment to take a quick break. As soon as they had stopped, a glowing red whip snapped at their backsides from mid-air.
"Pull you fools!" the whip snapped it at them twice more. "Somepony set off the magic forcefield and Trixie intends to punish them!" shouted Trixie as she prepared to whip her subjects once more for good measure. She did not have to go through with the final whip, as the two simpletons had begun to move twice as fast as they previously were. Snips craned his head back towards the unrelenting whip wielder.
"But wouldn't it be faster if we had some wheels?" he asked nervously, his voice higher than usual.
Trixie's head snapped up and he
December MorningA December morningDecember Morning5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing more and nothing less.
Getting ready to leave those old memories
Where the whispered days
Of olden ways are too dark to remember,
Where the moon bears no resemblance,
To the hidden heavens of remembrance
And where the sky melts into the sea.
A December morning
Nothing more and nothing less.
Waiting for the new life to sprout,
To take new paths and identities;
To leave your old mask and to take over another.
One morning to wake up
Open the windows of life
And look outside to the beginning of a new era,
To the beginning of a new life
The beginning of a new chance.
The LetterAs I write these words I feel like I'm talking to you.The Letter5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I should be speaking, but rather I'm writing.
As I look at the paper I ask myself
Do I really know these words?
Or are they my hidden feelings that are talking for me?
If I could only know what you are feeling,
I would know how to explain myself to you,
To show you what you heart always truly meant to me.
But will this be enough for you?
What exactly does a letter means to you?
Just a bunch of words and exclamations
With no real meaning at all?
Or is it the reflection of my hidden feelings,
The other side of the coin that you never knew.
These feelings that I can only explain in words,
Because if I talk to you, every time that I said a word,
Every time that I take a breath,
I would look into your eyes,
And my whole body would feel empty and hopeless.
So I want you to understand,
That as I write these words, I am talking to you.
Forgetting SarahI fell for her.Forgetting Sarah3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I did.
I fell for her
Faster and harder
Than anyone before her.
How nice love is.
It seemed so...
Effortless and happy.
I was happy...
Happier than I'd ever been.
Truly, I loved her.
Even though it hurts to say.
And near never since,
Had I felt such passion
But, our time was short.
I wouldn't last.
A harsh word,
A night with no empathy,
Left I, in the morning,
Full of fear.
Is she still there?
I didn't know.
I tried to save us.
I had to save us.
But little did I know,
That very next day,
You already moved on
With my enemy.
The days we shared,
The exciting new kisses,
The hugs full of affection,
I would never know again.
You took away everything,
Everything I ever dreamed
Of having with a woman.
To you, we were a joke.
I was a joke.
Some shoulder to cry on,
Someone to save you from loneliness.
As shameful as it is to say,
I loved her,
Even for just those
Brief weeks I spent
With her in my arms.
The Guy I Know I know a guy. I have feelings for him- love, a crush, puppy love, a thingThe Guy I Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for him...call it what you like. We're friends, and I don't think he knows how I feel for him. I can't tell
him, in fear that he'll run away from me. Yeah, we talk to each other, and we get along. I don't know
what to tell him, even though he seems like an accepting person. I feel so alone most of the time,
and I don't know who to tell, who to turn to for a word. It keeps stabbing me, and it strikes at
random. I can't shake this feeling of tearful isolation, I'm hemorraging emotionally. I swear
sometimes it's worse than the time that weights fell onto my fingers and made them weep blood
profusely from the pressure. My heart feels like it's be
Midna was Her DaughterDaani was Midna's mother.Midna was Her Daughter3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Not biologically, but she raised Midna all her life; she was the one that influenced her, she was the one that molded her into the woman she is, she was the one the took care of her as she saw it.
She was Midna's mother. But Midna herself did not think that way.
She had her own mother; who had given birth to her, she had her own father; who influenced her.
But Daani took care and influenced her. She cared for her. She always did; always will.
Midna was her daughter. That was more logical, in a sense. Daani didn't really have anybody. Her parents died too soon, not too soon, but still too soon.
She only had children. She was their mother, like Midna was her daughter. Not biologically, but she took care of them. She influenced them. At least, she thinks so.
No, she was sure of it. They couldn't all lose touch of her. She was their mother. Their mother!
She remembered all their faces, as significantly as Midna and Zant's, the two she took care of for years, even
True love lasts a long timeTogether they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.True love lasts a long time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their hands were locked. Their fingers were intertwined, as they had been a million times before.
He turned his head to look at her. His eyes saw the familiar person next to him, she was more than just familiar to him.
A soft smile graced her lips. A smile he had seen so many times, but never seemed to lose its beauty.
Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.
He looked at her again. To the world she was imperfect, to him she was far from that
He thought about that morning. When he had awoken next to her for the first time, and how he couldn't wait for the next morning to come.
His thumb stroke across her hand. The feel of her skin brought back so many memories, he treasured them all.
Together they were walking. I could see the setting sun paint colours on their backs as I watched them walk by, and I could see their old, locked hands.
The ShadowAlone with your blood.The Shadow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in the dark.
What'll you do?
Compelled by madness.
Killing is your right.
Don't you think it's wrong though?
The light drifts away.
Red and black colors the white.
Shouldn't you try to save it?
A new situation.
A new action.
How are you going to deal with this?
Surrounded by sand.
No loving water.
Where did it go?
More self-pity and sadness.
You do what your told,
but where does it get you?
You're stuck in a circle.
What will it take to get you out?
The LieI never told anyone anythingThe Lie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a word; not a peep.
My mouth shut tight and locked.
My teeth rarely seen.
I kept my life a secret.
I kept my life from me.
My name never learned.
Just the same, never said.
I never answered a question
and I was never asked.
At least that's what they say,
those who don't really know me.
In truth, I've said a lot.
They just haven't listened to me.
My voice heard plenty,
but by myself and no other.
I never told anyone anything,
at least that's what they think.
I've told everyone everything.
but they haven't listened to me.
The Colors of TodayLord what can I doThe Colors of Today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this world of today?
This gorgeous world
that I only see as grey.
But in this grey
I see also red,
which I find on mine
and other's hands.
Drip by drip
the red falls
and in the end,
so do we all.
But not me
I stand alive
watching those most like me
fall and die.
So where does this leave me
and why only I?
The people I'm most similar too
seem so different as well,
so what is the difference between them and me?
Can they see more than red and grey?
It's Okay to be a BronyIt's Okay to be a Brony2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's Okay to be a Brony
There are plenty of reasons why a guy would want to hide the fact that he is a brony. But one should not have to hide who they are because of what others will think. I came to this realization about a month ago. I am tired of hiding who I am, I'm a brony dammit, and proud of it!
The breath left my body as the fist drove hard into my stomach. My eyes crossed as I took a blow to the face. Now on my knees, I lifted my arms up in an attempt to shield myself from the brutal beating. I would have called for help, but they followed me from school. Why do people get bullied for being different or liking something that someone else doesn't?
"Keep out of our way girly boy," sneered the larger as he kicked me real hard in the ribs. "We would hate to accidentally hit a girl."
"What a loser," the other chimed in. "What kind of guy likes my little pony? I'm totally telling everyone about this," he chuckled as he snapped a picture of me on his phone.
They left laughing
358-2 Days358/2 Days358-2 Days5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's follow the shadows into their realm,
a realm of utter darkness.
Let's bask ourselves in the beauty
of their pure and natural darkness.
Let the brightness in our eyes
quickly fall to black.
As the day may turn to night
let us enter that.
Let's enter this world hidden from the sun,
this world we never knew.
Let me and you live here as two
under a sky that is black and not blue,
and let us find eternity here
let us find the fountain of youth.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
Youth of the NationYouth of the Nation9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I'm seventeen. The last few months of matric are dangling in front of my eyes. I have 15 pairs of shoes and three university acceptance letters. The world is supposed to be my oyster, full of promise and opportunity.
Well I'm seventeen, single, and two months pregnant. The world is a dark abyss.
To figure out how exactly how I got here, I suppose we should start at the beginning. But people always say that, and I'm not sure if there ever really is a line between the present and the past. Either way I will try my best to draw it.
My first boyfriend came at fifteen – a good few years after all my friends had started up that incline. You see, I've always been the fat one, the tall one, the strange one. I've just never been 'the one'. He said I was pretty. But then again, that's what they always say to fat girls, as if that's supposed to make it all alright.
I broke his heart, you know. Because I wanted to know what it felt like to hold all that power in a few words. Turns out dumping some
The Storm Of YouYou sit down and see me fall into the storm.The Storm Of You4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I bawl out, but you just watch, all alone,
and you feel betrayed and hit in the heart,
but guess what? You're not in the eye of the storm.
Two days ago, I was at home with you.
We sang a song of passion and love in tune.
A duet for just me and you.
The connection between our hearts and soul, filled my gap of abuse.
Now, that whole has grown times two,
'Cause I'm stuck in the storm of you.
Looking out at the town on top of a hill.
With a guitar and pick in hand.
The love of my life restin' in my lap.
Our hearts beatin' pretty fast.
But that was long ago, now it's all in the past.
Living a life of memories, it kills me every day.
I wish it was all a fantasy that I could throw away.
Not a space of truth and a life I wasted away.
Now, that hole has grown times two,
'Cause I'm stuck in the storm of you.
Yea I'm stuck in the storm of you.
A storm that no rescue team can safe me from.
A place of only misery, it has left me alone.
I try not to
Silently Screaming ~ Chapter OneSilently Screaming ~ Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I walked off the bus and into the fresh air. It seemed to be in the mid-60's and it was drizzling. Of course I didn't have my jacket and within steps from the bus, goose bumps covered my entire body. The rain gently misted my hair and it sent chills throughout my body. Besides the fact I was cold and the rain had picked up from being a drizzle to full drops, I was in perfect contentment. I haven't felt this happy in so long.
You may think I'm weird to be so happy just coming home from school. Well, besides the pleasure of a school day finally ending. But it wasn't just that, it was the overall feeling of having freedom. Though my freedom and yours may be different, I have a feeling that you know what I'm talking about. You know, the freedom to do what you want without worrying about your parents; worrying that they were watching your every step. Of course the decisions you made were within reason, but parents can be overprotective. For me, freedom is coming home and not being afraid of
Chapter 4Chapter 4- Journey to Hogwarts.Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Lovegoods? Ron rather stated than question. Instantly Ron thought of Luna, it wasn't that he didn't like the girl he just thought of her as being rather bizarre.
"Oh god Here We Go" He said.
"Yeah were picking up Luna and Neville" Nymphadora Tonks replied. She smiled when she said this. Tonks had met Luna at the ministry that night and instantly took a shine to her and often asked the other if they had heard from her. Walking through the fields Hermione ran her hands through all the different flowers, for a brief second she imagined her and Snape here and wondered if he ever came to places like this or if his whole life was full of the dull darkness he seemed to surround himself in. There it was again, why was she thinking of him so much? There was a kind if longing in her to see him again. To see if he was okay, to watch him and to reach out and touch him. She smiled to herself at that thought.
"What are you smiling at?"
Addicted to MusicDear Journal,Addicted to Music4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Today is the 31st of January, the last day of the first month of the New Year 2011 and I am sitting up in my bed with my laptop on my knees, well shrouded in my wool blanket and underneath it in the softest and snuggest robe. I drink hot cocoa milk and in between sips I chew lazy on some vanilla biscuits. The cat is sleeping beside me, her loud purring helping me not to fall asleep yet. I am warm and comfy, the room enveloped in a nice sort of tranquility and peace.
For a moment I take my eyes away from the screen and I take a peek outside. It is snowing, snowing with big and jittery flakes, well raked by the blizzard that started a few hours ago. I can only guess how cold it is out there by the ice flowers already formed on my windows and the icicles that are hanging from the sill. There must be about 80 degrees in my bedroom but I shiver when I hear the furious wind blasts and the sound of the frozen snow under hurried footsteps outside.
I return to my laptop, smiling c
Mijn CupcakejeMijn cupcakejeMijn Cupcakeje4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
jij bent van mij.
Op jou ben ik verlekkerd.
Jij maakt me blij.
Jij hebt de beste smaak.
Zo overweldigend, zo apart.
Ik weet niet of we samen passen
maar het ging goed vanaf de start.
Ik weet niet hoe je het deed.
Ik weet niet wat ik had moeten beginnen.
Het was heel anders geweest
als jij niet probeerde mij voor jou te winnen.
QuestionsAre you still around Michael?Questions4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Are you still here?
Have you really gone Michael
Or are you somewhere near?
Can you hear our songs Michael?
Can you hear our prayers?
Can you read our stories Michael
The words we put out there?
Do you still dance Michael?
Do you still sing?
Are you truly happy Michael
In heaven with everything?
Do you miss your kids Michael?
Do you miss your mother?
Do you miss your fame Michael
Or miss your sisters and brothers?
I ask you all these questions Michael,
Cos it's what I think about
I really miss you Michael
Of that there is no doubt.
One DayOne Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had one day with you
Would you let me stare at you the whole 24 hours?
Would you let me stay in silence and just lose myself in you?
I wonder; would you find me weird if I'd do?
If I would not even blink;
If I would forget to breathe;
If I would not eat or drink;
If all I would do was stare at you.
If I had one day with you
I would want to look at you
I would want the world stop spinning
And the people quiet, still
Nothing bothering my dreaming;
Nothing bothering my view;
Nothing to disturb you.
So tell me dear,
If I had just one day with you
Would you let me spend it foolishly?
Not hearing your voice or finding out your thoughts;
Not touching your skin;
Not taking a walk;
Without talking to you or sharing a laugh;
Just looking at you, just staring at you?
Would I be a fool, would I miss on something?
Or your eyes would tell me all the mouth would hide?
And your face would show me all the truth, no lies;
Would I be mistaken just staring at you?
Or behind the lashes I'd