A Silent Exclamation Mark"They're arguing again," Said the boy, "My parents always argue. If their relationship was punctuation, then theirs would be an Exclamation Mark. I'm quite sure of it."A Silent Exclamation Mark4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, who was sitting on the garden wall beside him, giggled, "How can you compare love to grammar...? The two things are very different."
"Not to grammarians!" pointed out the boy, "No, it can. You see, my mum and dad are always arguing but never seriously and at the end they always kiss and laugh about it. Go on, think on it, what would your parents be?"
The girl's smile slid like a tear from her face, "My parents would be a question mark," she murmured softly, "Ever since my mum got ill my dad doesn't seem to love her anymore..."
The frosty breeze blew. No one spoke.
"I'm sorry," whispered the boy at last, sobriety weighing down heavily on his otherwise youthful words.
"Don't be," she replied with a plastered on grin, "I li
A letter to Harleen QuinzelDear Harleen,A letter to Harleen Quinzel5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have to know
How do you face yourself after all these years knowing that everything you've worked for in life was invested into a façade; into an illusion? Did you ever ask yourself that question before?
How do you face yourself knowing that you sold your soul for something you created in your own mind? You created a relationship on a foundation of false hope. A true professional would understand the psyche of their patients, yet you let one take hold and willingly drive you onto the wrong track. You let yourself succumb to this bizarre idea that you could actually change a mass murderer into a living, breathing, feeling human being that would eventually feel for you too. How could you expect him to consider that let alone feel for you and protect you like a man should, when he could murder a hundred people at random with no guilt on his shoulders whatsoever? He'd never shed a tear for his victims, why should he care for you?
A true professional would never p
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
It's HardIt's HardIt's Hard5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's hard to say when or how
It's hard to realize the time is now
It's hard to bask in self-comprehension
It's hard to understand such cruel intention
It's hard to tell what's going on
It's hard to know when they're gone
It's hard to fight a cunning foe
It's hard not to get lost, the undertow
It's hard to kill a man's honor
It's hard to hear "He's a goner"
It's hard to murder for your home
It's hard to make things seem monochrome
It's hard to be a man apart
It's hard to say goodbye to your counterpart
It's hard to pray day and night
It's hard to witness the gunfire ignite
It's hard to be in the army
It's hard to know Landry and Clarmy
It's hard to fight in a war
It's hard to know that Bush keeps score
It's not hard to say "Good job"
It's not hard to pray and sob
It's not hard to aid and support
It's not hard to defend and retort
It's not hard, give them hope please
It's not hard, we function past the knees
We Can Fly From HereWe Can Fly From Here5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up in the sky,
The birds fly,
The songbird sings in foreign ancient tongue,
The sky moving,
The clouds perk,
The bird flies away.
The sun calls our name,
We chase the light,
We cross the bridge that connects us,
Breaking the barrier that divided us.
We climb our favourite apple tree,
To kiss the sun,
The wind touching us,
Gentle wind singing,
The rain dousing us in love.
Our mind, body and soul are free,
We run towards freedom,
We can fly from here
Do not pity meI do not need your pity.Do not pity me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just because I cannot have what you are receiving, does not make me a lesser person. It only means that my life is taking different turns to yours. Everyone is different and makes different decisions. Just because my choices are different to yours does not mean that you have the right to look down on me.
You may think that my choices have made me bitter. Maybe they have. Time will tell if you are right.
But do not pity me my choices. They are MY choices and mine alone.
Earth Mother EarthEarth Mother Earth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mihalis awoke in the morning,
The morning dew kissed the flower as it bloomed,
The young Elf plays his Harp
As his ears were sharp,
He heard the march
The Earth gives us life,
The water sings to us,
Takes us to lands afar,
The wind guides us,
The sun controls us,
The God of Light smiles upon us
Waiting for us to taste the fruit of the Suntree
Earth Mother Earth,
Save our children,
Save our voice,
Save our land
Earth Mother Earth,
Save us from man
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
Little Bit of LuckIt was not a good week for Spades Slick. Good weeks were rare, as were good days. Every now and then, he could manage a good moment- the trick of stringing them together was the problem here.Little Bit of Luck5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But this week had been especially bad. The Felt had been skulking around his casino, Diamonds had become distracted and irritable- and Spades was almost certain he was sneaking out nights. A fact that had him more on edge then even the Felt- he could not afford to have Diamonds plotting against him...
And to top it all off, his goddamned piano was out of tune.
He snarled at the empty room, running his fingers over the key with a fanged grimace. Fine fine fine- sharp, flat, fine fine- completely off. He couldn't even relax- turning the damn thing was a pain in the ass, and playing it like this was unthinkable.
He slammed his hands into the keys, seething in perfect harmony with the mangled chords. After all his goddamned work and plans, everything he'd earned, he still couldn't escape this goddamne
Media10 000 images bombarding the tv screenMedia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Card-board cutout figures and mannequin smiles
Eyes and lips made by Maybelline
Hungry expressions and hungrier bodies
Perfect tits by airbrush artists
Flawless skin courtesy of Photo-shop
The perfect Eve
A Barbie Doll made for a plastic Ken
You will never be thin enough
Or pretty enough
For anyone to love you
Unless you buy our product
You will be defined as
The Girl-Next-Door with her fresh scrubbed face
The bitch with the cigarette in her black painted lips
The spunky grandmother who runs marathons
The hip mother who drives a sports car
The hardworking business woman in a smart suit
A tired, idealistic cliche
You will never be an individual
With dreams of your own
Near's thoughts on "sex" Near POV:Near's thoughts on "sex"5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not quite long ago, Mello asked me something very specific. If I recall, you experience it to bring life in this world- nothing more, nothing less. To me, it is a simple routine. To others, it is and I quote from Matt "A life changing experience that can make you so high, you won't even remember your name for a second."
Frankly, I don't understand what he meant by that. I don't think it is that empowering, and yet, Mello said words that were very similar to what Matt said, except, more crude and sarcastic.
I've never been curious as to what you feel during that process, until now.
As it turns out, not only do men and woman experience it, but same sex couples also. You'd think I would know that since I'm so "smart" and "realistic to my surroundings". As I said, I've never been curious, or managed to think about that matter.
Now it is realized, that sex is not only done to create life, but for your own personal satisfaction and your partner's. Why is tha
The Wrath of NatureThe day had been rather long and dull and the evening was very similar.The Wrath of Nature3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So of course after a day like that, it was obvious that something had to happen.
It was early evening, the sky turning a dark bluish-gray, the sun already dropped behind the mountains, and the first bright stars beginning to appear. The Lorax had gone of somewhere, leaving the Once-Ler alone in charge of the forest. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last but the Once-Ler always felt extremely pleased with himself when he was left in charge. It did little to help his ego.
He was striding through the forest with several of the animals, letting the feeling of the forest wash over him in the semi-darkness. Barb-ba-loots tangled around his long legs, swommie-swans circled overhead, and, when he passed by the river, the humming fish swam along beside him. Most of the time he was chatting away, talking or singing nonsense words without any real tune. As the night began to wrap itself more fi
Letters Of LoveFrom the moment I turned on you,Letters Of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've felt deserving of death,
For my feelings are and have been true,
I scream your name under every breath,
I see your smile in my mind as vivid as a photo,
I could sketch you purely from memory,
Outline all of your striking glow,
But for acceptible ability,
Though these letters of love may fall before blind eyes,
It's for you I still write,
Praying you dont think they're lies,
That one day I may hold you tight,
But now I Fear to say those words in my head,
That may push you away so far,
But I'd rather see my blood shed,
Than to deny my feelings for you,
You're the first I've ever felt this strong for,
Let's make one last fight,
to open the door once more,
And make it right
The Agreement -Part 1- Surveying the brightly lit stage from the balcony of the school auditorium, Sierra fought a creeping sense of nausea. She hated this part of rehearsal. This was the fourth day in row she'd been forced to watch the guy of her dreams practice a kissing scene with the girl of her nightmares. She wanted nothing more than to put the image out of her mind and run until her legs gave out. But there were two problems with that: One being that she had no claim to Justin Young in truth, he barely knew she existed. The other problem being, it was her job to run the spotlight. And so she remained at her post, an unwilling witness to a tragedy that everyone else saw as a simple high school play.The Agreement -Part 1-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Delaying the inevitable, the theater director called for a pause as he hopped up onto the stage, barking instructions and repositioned his actors. The director was a short, balding man with a pot belly and an abundance of n
Ch. 1 - Welcome to the FeltThere had been nothing about that fateful night to foreshadow the events to unfold within it; indeed, it had been a perfectly normal evening in the Midnight Casino, beginning to wind down as the early hours of the morning approached. The crew, the Casino's owners and main band, had just finished up the last performance of the night, and by now were setting down up on the casino stage. Diamonds Droog lingered on the stage, his saxophone turning into a card and getting slipped inside his ever-present deck of cards as he surveyed the night's stragglers with his keen glare.Ch. 1 - Welcome to the Felt5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Clubs Deuce, tucking his own instrument away inside his deck, gave a satisfied nod to himself. "Well, that was fun!" he said, seemingly oblivious of Droog's apparent bad mood.
"I hate performing for these low-lives " he said almost under his breath, staring out into the crowd through the cloud of cigar smoke in the air. "Drunken gamblers."
"Aw, come on, Droogy; they're givin' us business, like Spades says!" Deuce r
Days Like TheseSpring was easy.Days Like These3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spring was fun, it was sweet and fresh and new and it brought life back to the valley. The Once-Ler couldn't wait to play spring back into the truffula forest, to dance around the piles of melting snow with his guitar playing an upbeat, energetic, and very loud tune that smashed chords together and ran up and down every scale known to man. He sang as loudly as he could, come spring time, summoning the swommie-swans back to their nests, waking the barb-ba-loots from their hibernation, making the river run faster so that the humming fish leapt about in the currents, and encouraging the truffula trees to sprout their softest tufts for the new season.
The young guardian was abuzz with energy, positively vibrating with it. He couldn't stand still, his long limbs carrying him across the valley with leaping strides, his arms swinging, his fingers pulling song after song from his guitar. The truffula forest burst with color and life and noise during the spring, more alive than
You Get a BadgeTo put it mildly, he was surprised. Almost shocked, really. Because if he was being honest with himself (and by this point he definitely was) he had not expected much of anything at all. And he certainly had not expected this.You Get a Badge3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whatever this was.
The Once-Ler stood on the top of a hill in the middle of the valley. It looked exactly how he'd left it; short shoots of grass struggling their way up, knee-high truffla saplings doting the landscape in spots of bright color, and the trickle of the newly forming stream winding its way slowly through the land.
A frown of confusion crossed his features as he turned on the spot and then looked down at himself. He did a double take, looked again, more carefully this time, and then slowly patted his hands across his chest, felt his face, and then ran his fingers through his dark hair. Gone were the aches and pains of old age, gone were the creaking joints and rattling breath, gone was the haze over his eyes and the dullness in his ears.
He was young
Heart. Beat.When speaking of a one-man band,Heart. Beat.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never thought of you --
Walking on stage, drum sticks in hand,
kick-pedal under shoe.
You wove a dream of ethnic beats.
I felt spiritual shock;
Then, as a man of many feats,
You combined jazz and rock.
A carousel of mix and match
And fluctuating sound --
Modern swing with a baroque splash
Of drum trills, up and down.
The music cried out in my soul
Unlike its normal hum;
I found the heart of rock and roll
Hiding inside your drums.
ReflectionYears have past by.Reflection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have missed you.
I didn't realize before how much anger poisoned my soul.
That didn't stop the need
that didn't stop the ache.
I didn't realize this before.
Years go by
And I missed the part of you that I see now
How much anger and hurt has poisoned us
Yet here we are starting once more.
isn't shocking how fast the wounds heal.
isn't shocking how at peace I feel
I never abandoned you
And maybe this should have given me a clue.
That years may have past by us
And anger may have consumed us
But here I stand with you.
I used to lie awake
Broken dreams and pain reminding me of what could have been.
But now I look at you
And I can finally see what everyone but me saw.
That fear of the consequences of what could be.
That love that I refused to see.
If only you knew this is my reflection of what I refused to see within me.
Same Day, Different StoryHe knew that I knew that he was watching me. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was around, lurking somewhere in the shadows of the truffula trees, probably wary and agitated and wondering who I was and what I was doing here. I remembered him being a whole lot more outgoing. The past years had probably changed that.Same Day, Different Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I made a big show of pretending I didn't know he was there, carefully unpacking my things and setting them aside. The tent went up slowly, my belongings carefully packed and sealed inside it so no wandering animals would get into them, and then I accidentally let a few marshmallows fall out of the bag around my tent. Finished, I slowly got to my feet, slung my camera around my neck, turned my back on where I knew he was, and plodded off through the grass towards the river.
He followed me.
So did a bunch of barb-ba-loots.
When I got to the river, the humming fish were basking in the shallows, singing a quiet, tuneless jumble notes and I eased myself down onto the bank
The Things I Want to BelieveAn old man plays the violin outside because music is for everyoneThe Things I Want to Believe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The coins you throw in the open case are merely for his collection
The graffiti on the walls is for promoting social justice
And the broken lock on my front door is really a complex metaphor for
My open mind concerning society
Those spiders are my pets
Their cobwebs-modern art
The bills lay untouched only because I enjoy toying with bureaucracy
Cabbage is my favorite meal
and canned food is a time capsule I get to destroy
He comes over early since he needs me too much
When he closes his eyes I know he pictures us
"I love this" is a euphemism for "I love you"
And the money on my nightstand is only because he cares