I'm leaving this world for youNo man can provoke me to start a war and fight.I'm leaving this world for you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I refuse to battle the fools, any day or night.
No food can satisfy me as much as before.
I don't desire flesh as much as a whore.
No music is quite necessary to make me want to dance.
Thinking of you is what puts me in a musical trance.
No games interest me. I don't even watch sports news.
I'm leaving this world because I need to be with you.
NOT HUMANOne can no longer be human.NOT HUMAN5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One must choose.
Or be gay.
SmileA smileSmile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saved his life
Made him believe
Kept him holding on
Helped him stay strong
Is sometimes all someone needs
insensibilidad-Mamá, papá, he muerto.insensibilidad4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ned the CreationistNed was a creationist who lived across the way,Ned the Creationist10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And searched me out to argue with me almost every day.
He thought it was through miracles that each new kind appears,
And that the world had been around for just eight thousand years!
I sometimes showed him fossils, but he always took the line
They must be either fake, or an intelligent design.
He had a strong conviction that I never could dispel;
That accepting evolution was the way to go to hell!
I found a Sinornithosaurus in my yard one day.
It seemed a perfect chance to show him what I had to say.
And possibly a creature could convince him more than words,
And help him see that dinosaurs were ancestors of birds.
I gave my feathered dinosaur to Ned. A week went by,
He never mentioned it at all, which made me wonder why.
I asked how it was doing, and his subtle look of doubt
Convinced me I should visit him in effort to find out.
I knocked three times upon the door, and Ned allowed me in.
I saw my dinosaur behind him, covered
In Memory of John OstromIn Aptian and Albian of ages gone,In Memory of John Ostrom10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deinonychus possessed no titan's crushing bite,
But only crescent claws in place of size or might
To tear apart the creatures whom he preyed upon.
He courted only females with his nascent wings,
Unconscious of their greater use to court the sky,
Or yet the perseverance of his kin who fly
Beyond the strange disasters that the future brings.
In Quaternary year of nineteen sixty-four,
Deinonychus was first exhumed by human hands,
To prize from Cloverly's archaic stone and sands
The features of John Ostrom's newfound dinosaur.
He courted only knowledge with his study's quest,
Unknowing the renown such research surely draws,
From metabolic fury shown in sickle claws,
And avian relationships such traits suggest.
And now, professor Ostrom, though the time is nigh
For you to join your ancient brother in the past,
The eras learned before your studies ceased at last
Have promised that your legacy will never die.
Deinonychus knew nothing of his kin who flew,
Why Writers Should Watch TVWhy Writers Should Watch TV6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ive heard the argument that writers shouldnt watch TV and movies because that will inundate them with all the cliché plots and characters out there and somehow brainwash them into not being able to create an original story.
Me: *blank stare*
First of all, there is absolutely nothing new under the sun. Therefore, it is impossible to create something totally unique and original no matter how many bad movies you see. Furthermore, the more story lines that enter your brain, the more you realize just how unique or not your own story is.
Most importantly, an original story is not a new story. It is simply taking a common idea and combining it with other common ideas to create a new and fresh sequence of otherwise common ideas.
Think of stories like cookies. All the different types of cookies represent different types of genres and plots. Ingredients like chocolate chips and nuts represent c
Between TwilightBetween Twilight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perched above darkness
eyes that pierce the night
and the moon above, upon below
casting a glow, haze
over the hanging abyss.
Perched below light,
under subtle skies,
a sphere of endless wonder,
a formless world,
becomes my ball of yarn to play.
Alice in no WonderlandShe speaks with the flowers, and sings with the birds,Alice in no Wonderland4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone think it's sweet, for such a young little girl.
But I know the depths of her heart, and how dark it can be,
When the madness that crawls, is like a drowning sea.
Her smiles are like a mirror, but I see through the looking glass,
Though she wishes it so hard, the pain might never pass.
Her dreamed world is broken; the pieces are on the floor,
And all her innocent thoughts are stuck in the little door.
No biscuit and no bottle can make her shrink or grow,
No matter where she looks, there is no rabbit to follow.
Alice, your world hasn't changed, but your heart isn't the same,
The red queen is still here, yet you can't recall your name.
Even the Cheshire cat's grins can make you crack a smile,
Poor Alice's innocence has been gone for quite a while.
You were so young, but now you've seen the world,
All your sweet illusions are crushed, broken, swirled.
You've seen all the lies, the pain, the hate,
All those people forced to mee
I'm Fading AwayEveryday I seem to cryI'm Fading Away4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone makes me want to die
I think I'm obsessed with suicide
Everyday I watch the rain
And stab myself, I love the pain
I lie to them and say "I'm okay"
Everyday I see my friends
They say they care and I say "When?"
This cycle never seems to end
Everyday I say hi
And you just walk on by
PLease just stop with the lies
Today I look outside
And I realize I have already died
Now I can see the light
Dinosaurs are Still HereAt the end of tenth grade, the principal of Princeton High school kicked me out of his school because he didn't like my political viewpoints. It was a bizarre thing for him to do, and drew the disapproval of a few members of the board of education, but since he was the principal he had the power to do it if he wanted to. I was a libertarian and he was a knee-jerk liberal, so he preferred not to have me polluting his school with my viewpoints.Dinosaurs are Still Here10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The most obvious way this affected me was that I was no longer able to continue seeing my girlfriend who went still to his school, but anyone who knew my reaction to stress could see that its effects went far beyond this. Thanks to my having obsessive-compulsive disorder, I wasn't able to go to sleep each night until my nails were exactly the way I wanted them to be. And after I got kicked out of Princeton high school, it took me seven hours every night for me to get them that way.
There's one other thin
Shedding Light on "Twilight"Shedding Light on TwilightShedding Light on "Twilight"6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In todays literary world, few novels have sold as many books or gained as large a fan base as the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. The disease invoked by these romance novels has claimed a large portion of Americas disillusioned teenage girls; mainly those unsatisfied with their own relationships. But why have these novels won such acclaim? Is it the fact that the almost five hundred pages of the book are full of almost nothing but ill-conceived romance? Or perhaps it is the plot, which is comparable to the fantasies of a twelve-year-old girl? Then again, maybe the things that inspire such enthusiasm among fans are the main characters, timid and plain Bella Swan and the statuesque, mirage-like, muscled, angelic, marble, sparkling vampire hero, Edward Cullen (who, need I mention, watches the main character when she sleeps). Whats not to love about that?
One of the major attr
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Airport security...Airports are one of the funniest things ever. Painful, and inconvenient, but funny.Airport security...6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I swear, airports are anti-hygiene. You go through security, and they take your shampoo, your deodorant, your mouthwash, toothpaste, toenail clippers... The list goes on.
Yah, sure the say it is for security. But they really just want to make more people stinky.
And really, there is a better answer to security. When you go through the security terminal everyone over the age of twelve should be given a big six inch knife. Then all they would have to do is require you to hold it the whole plane ride. Any terrorists on the plane would be hopelessly outnumbered.
And some of the things they don't confiscate. They'll take your 2" nail file away. You threaten a terrorist with that, and they'll laugh at you before they shoot you. But, they don't take your Jerusalem bible. Have you ever seen one? Almost four inches thick, and hard bound. You hit a terrorist over the head with one of those, not only will he have
Rathalos vs. Tigrex NarrationRathalos vs. Tigrex Narration7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rathalos VS Tigrex
Writing by: Xglide
Picture by: Terekjet
It was a bright day, the sun blazed through the clouds, nya. It was another great day, meow. Hello the name is Xglide, Felyne Scribe, nya nya. This day I have experienced the most exciting and the most gruesome battle between two great monsters, the Tigrex and the Rathalos. Never have I seen such a battle, and in an unexpected place too: in the mountains, near Pokke village. I was lucky to record this extreme event without getting hurt. The talented Melynx Artist Terekjet, a good friend of mine, drew this picture above of the battle. And now the story begins.
I was stalking a Rathalos because I wanted to write an ecology about them. He was in the forest, near Kokoto Village, drinking water. He raised his head and checked his surrounding. I ducked down to hide from him. He flew up and grabbed onto his tail as he took off. Im really light so he didnt notice.
Khezu vs. Gigginox NarrationKhezu vs. Gigginox Narration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Salutations once again, nya. For those who don't know me, the name is Glyde, the Felyne Scribe, meow. I previously went by Xglide, for those who remember, because the Guild insisted that I use that name as an alias. I had a word with them and got my name changed, purr. Anyhow, today, I come to tell you of another fierce battle between wyverns, an unseen battle, a fight in the dark, nya. A battle that occurred in the deep of a cave, sheltered from the storm, but not from poison and lightning, nyu.
It was well into the night when I arrived into the boundaries of Minegrade. It had been a while since I had been here. The Guild sent me to Moga for a while for some assignments. Now, I was done with that and heading back to my home country. Of course, it was my luck that had me run into a storm on the way there. Luckily for me, there was a cave nearby. It was dark inside. If you were a human
The Fat Buddha Smiles At MeThe fat Buddha smiles at meThe Fat Buddha Smiles At Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I sit in the Vietnamese nail salon,
I wonder if he realizes that
The incense in front of him is electric?
And I, paying money to sit
And have my feet bathed by a lady,
Am bowed to far more often, with
Sacrificial poses, and softly spoken words.
I wonder what it must be like
To be so enlightened that
I could be satisfied with plastic.
While the lady asks if I prefer
The blue or purple polish?
Trust...I can't stand it anymoreTrust...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have I done to you?
I want someone to look at me
And actually ask if I'm okay.
I can't stand the way people look over me
Just because I say,
"I'm just tired"
I am tired.
Tired of everything that's been thrown my way.
Can't there be someone out there who understands?
I hate the fact that I'm just a friend for benefit.
Whenever I try to tell you something serious
You just laugh at me.
You just laugh at me.
I can't stand it.
Is there really no one out there to trust anymore...?
What About Death?I am going to die on my own terms.What About Death?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And, that being said, I shall elaborate upon the menace of Time
Let him not take me into his arms and fatal embrace
I will not fall to a kiss that brings slow decay
To the corners of my mind I hold most sacred
Let me be struck down in my prime
The cause self-inspired or not
Never to wither, surrounded by burning white
And drowning in the dust falling from my lashes
I will not be so frail of heart to
Become so frail of body and mind
Loathe to spend endless hours
In contemplation of my time running out
I'd rather cut it short
MaskSmileMask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I choose my emotions now.
But which one?
Should I express what's inside?
Or should I fake it?
If I express it,
Then people will ask what's wrong
Or I might bring down their feelings for the day
Wallowing in my depression
If I fake it
People won't ask me what's wrong
They'll think I'm carefree and happy
I might make their day
With a smile
Showing them someone cares
The answer is simple, really
The more I fake it
The more I'll get used to it
But the pain will be locked up forever in my chest.
How will I express it?
You see, I won't express it.
I'll hold it in.
And one day
I swear to you
I'll let go of those emotions.
I'll end up hacking my wrist
Crying in a corner
Ripping out my hair
Throwing up all that I ate
But then again...
No one will see past my fake smile.
There's one place that isn't fake...
If you see
Deep in my eyes
You'll see all the pain that I held
Every single word that torn me on the inside
Every single scar I made
REAL Washingtonians.......REAL WASHINGTONIANS ..REAL Washingtonians.......6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Real Washingtonians see 60 degrees and start wearing shorts while tourists wear thick coats and stare like everyones gone crazy.
Real Washingtonians never say, I never thought it would be this cold in Washington!
Real Washingtonians know how to pronounce Sequim. Its SQUIM, not See-Quim.
Real Washingtonians are happy when the temperature above seventy-five, while tourists moan about their tan.
Real Washingtonians arent tan. The rain washes the color out of our skin.
Real Washingtonians are confused when they go to other states and its not freezing and pouring rain.
Real Washingtonians dont mind getting wet.
Actually, some of us do. Because we rust.
Real Washingtonians are part fish. Or maybe ducks.
The above is why you shouldnt be surprised to see Washingtonians with webbed feet.
Real Washingtonians understand that there is more to Washington than Seattle and Tacoma.
Real Washingtonians arent surprised whe