Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
chance and destinychance and destiny12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
destiny and chance have intimate discussions over green tea. destiny jokes about how foolish people take his name in vain, much like that of god, and they laugh together. chance whispers, myths and folklore, like the easter bunny and santa claus. she takes credit for 90% of the goings-on of human life,death,love,loss,and discovery. you see what we fail to realize is that life is like a game of chess.
played by two opposing forces each wanting to undo the other and come out as the victor. the end all be all and final word. instead of thank god falling from the lips of people; chance would love to hear 'thank chance'. for it is merely chance, everything that happens in life. reflect upon it a moment with me.
a boy drops his keys and stops to pick then up, in the process bumping heads with a girl picking them up for him. their eyes meet and he stammers hello and she smiles softly and says hello in return. two years later we see this same man/boy, nervously picking out a
ring for the girl
bana gece derlerbana gece derler4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saçları tıraş edilmiş bir papağana benziyor bu kent
bu kentin gerçek sokakları
sen kısacık bir elele tutuşmaya benziyorsun
öyle sıcak ve ateşlisin. dudakların
dudakların neden bu kadar büyük?
eskiyor bitli bir kumaş gibi yırtılıyor dün
bir cigara daha sarıyorsun narin omuzlarından dökülüyor gün
dudakların neden böyle etli ve yumuşak?
dudakların neden yanardağ ağzı
nemli, kırmızı, sıcak?
hiç şüphe yok, seni bana Lucifer yollamış olmalı
seni bana jilet niyetine, çakı niyetine, seni bana üç dizelik roman niyetine, hayat niyetine, seni bana acı niyetine, seni bana ulak niyetine, tokat niyetine
seni bana günah niyetine
seni bana yamyam niyetine
Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..It didnt pound against her chest.Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Her hand didnt shake uncontrollably
Her mind was calm.
Her body relaxed.
And most of all.
It was all easy.
Had she ever felt a better utopia in a simple hug, and everything ever been
fulfilled by such a simple thing as a hug. How could her perfect dream come
true so easily!
The thing we dont realise is, that everything we desire has always been
there, waiting for us to open the door and let it out.
I always wanted a best friend,
Who I could hold, touch and love
I always wanted a best friend
Who seemed sent from up above
I always wanted a best friend
Who knew the real me
I always wanted a best friend
I had but didnt see
I now think I realise that I have what I thought I needed.
But as I have it standing in front of me, I feel unsure of what I once knew
So maybe it isnt what I need has changed
But maybe, just maybe, love isnt like anything Ive felt
It isnt a glance at first, where you know your
SomedaySomeday when you're all grown up,Someday8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someday when you forget her,
Someday when she still remembers
Walking home in warm Septembers.
You'll be busy with someone new,
You'll be busy with brand new words,
You'll be on a great big stage
And her heart will still be in a cage.
She will listen to the words,
She will see you rise to the top,
She will watch you move about
And you won't hear her shout.
You will be famous without doubt,
You will forget her without doubt,
You will be happy without doubt,
She will love you without doubt,
But her surviving... I have doubt.
Hero of GondorFrom no mean blood of Númenor, so few remain; his kindHero of Gondor5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Boromir, the mighty heir, of Gondor's Steward Line
Amidst the flow of Anduin, his brother standing near
Osgiliath - they broke the bridge and faced the nameless fear
The Pride of those who now remain so few
Which Morgul hordes so long pursued
Then there came repeated dreams, to trouble minds of men
As eastern skies grew ever dark, a western light drew them
Imladris seek, and there you'll find, a bane and broken sword
Doom has beckoned wisdom there, to draw the Halfling forward
These tidings brought to Denethor, nothing dared they hide
Against all hope, through countless leagues, he bade his son to ride
Though in the battles with their foe, his mighty arm they'd miss
Fate had drawn him from his liege, to span dark wilderness
The council formed - each heart then weighed
Before them all, the Ring was laid
They knew in time, all hope would fa
Across The Hall - SlowlydyingWe were awake in the early morning.Across The Hall - Slowlydying8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silence in the room across the hall was torture.
At any noise I would roll my half naked body across the bed
and hug the wall as best I could,
pull the covers up over myself
and pray that the darkness would somehow shelter us.
I feared our whispers were too loud
our kisses- too obvious.
But the man across the hall and in that room
was fast asleep
or too tired to keep his eyes open for longer than three minutes
before re-entering dream mode.
If he knew his daughter was wrapped up in the arms of another girl
would that be the end?
I'm so sick of hiding. So sick!
But anything must be better than him knowing.
I'm not playing dyke like I played my little kid games.
This is me.
It's how I feel, what I want.
I didn't choose to feel this way.
It just happened.
And so the one I love is a female.
And she loves me too.
Is that so wrong?
Naruto - The FlipsideI was walking through the streets of Konoha as I normally did every morning before the crack of dawn, enjoying the quiet that I rarely witnessed in the village at any other time. The shop owners and street venders were preparing for the new day, wordlessly setting out their goods and available produces for the morning rush.Naruto - The Flipside10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With my hands idly resting inside of my pockets, I milled about the market area, indulging in my interest for the food being presented in front of me. Glancing up at the lightening sky, I took a moment to actually enjoy the mild silence surrounding me, ignoring the occasionally call or shout from one vender to another. Just because I was hell bent on being the best shinobi in the village so that I could seek vengeance for the desecration of my clan didn't mean that I didn't take the time to enjoy things. Sasuke Uchiha, resident brooding Prince, enjoys quiet time too.
Lice couldn't be very satisfying if it was filled with n
But in absence of the heartBut in absence of the heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.
I never look too far forward
in fear of
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.
Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).
And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides
that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
& I have not.
I wonder if the deeper sand
is swished around like the sand upon the shore
never here or there
or sometimes taken away
& never seen again.
There are no stories to be told
with each survivor engulfed
and persuaded (only by distance)
to ensure they are secrets kept.
Or if the grains of sand between my toes
have seen it all
but dare not speak
So EcstaticSo EcstaticSo Ecstatic10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm shiveringly sick,
so very unfit for
a consumption like
this; trembling as
much as each
Take my pulse
and feel it jump,
a disrupted signal;
I have been
and consciousness waning –
Now I realise
the Moon rides the sky,
and it surprises me;
almost like a
silent blessing, an
to my wildly-altered state –
My blood seems
to have become some
new substance that
flicks and flits
rapidly; as lights
react to tripped switches,
it fizzes acidly –
I hear music
when the room
falls silent; the piano
knows my secret,
tapping out its approval;
the saxophone races in
with a heady crescendo storm –
This face betrays me,
for curled upon it
so seductively, the
the rise in my heartbeat,
I'm in love, you see,
and it's getting me so ecstatic.
The Rights of Sentient MachineThe Rights of Sentient Machine10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am assuming the existence of sentient machines. A working definition of sentient machines is given. My argument: though a sentient machine would have many of the same rights as a human being, the very nature of a sentient machine would drastically alter the rights and obligations of a sentient machine from the rights assumed for human beings, and that with some reflection on the nature of a sentient machine, we, as a society, may be able to clarify exactly what the rights of a sentient machine are. I first argue that sentient machines deserve rights. This argument presents and refutes common arguments that machines, regardless of their level of consciousness should not receive any rights at all; in the process, it shows why sentient machines should have at least some rights. Next, I argue that sentient machines deserve human rights. This argument begins with a critique of the characteristics that implicitly make a moral demand for special human rights and shows that con
Snow Ball Fight (Dean x Reader)You have known the Winchesters probably your whole unnatural life though not once had you ever gotten into a snowball fight with them, until now.Snow Ball Fight (Dean x Reader)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Hey, Dean!” You pack a tight ball of snow.
You hear the door open and Dean come out. “What?” You whip the snowball at him, nailing him in the face. He takes a breath before wiping it off. “Tha-“
You cut him off with another one. “What was that, Winchester?”
“You…are so dead!” He scoops up snow as you hit him again. He puts up his arm in defense before throwing one at you. It nails you in the chest and you take cover behind one of Bobby’s old junk cars.
“This means war, Dean!”
“Good! I hope you make it a challenge at least!”
You smirk and throw one at him through the broken glass. Judging from the ‘oof’ Dean gives, you hit him pretty good. He throws one back but it doesn’t hit you, it hits the Moose. “Really, Dean?
Last SeptemberIf I could see you again I'd stick my fingers into your navelLast September6 years ago in Other More Like This
to feel if your core was soft
or if you even had anything there at all
I'd hold your lungs in the center of my hands
to see if they were black purple blue
from all that cancer
I couldn't make you spit out
I want to see you again
To tell you,
"I hate your hair like that"
"I hate that you left me"
"I hate what you've become"
Then I'd take it back
and say something nice
You'd still borrow my perfume,
because from the ends of your hair to the tips of your shoes you smell like tobacco
and you don't want your mom to know that you've been killing yourself
You don't mind that I know
I won't scold you
I feel like you have no power in your life
And it's not my place to say, but,
I feel like you've tangled your talent into spider webs
and thrown them away
I feel like you've bitten off your nose
to spite your face
and I wish it wasn't true but
you deserve it
you deserve everything you get
If I could go back
Stop Naming Bits of EarthStop Naming Bits of Earth11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let them keep their slabs of fortune and safety-
there is fine reason
we listen to songs
that make us sad.
For I have SinnedFor I have Sinned10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once had
An affair with Jesus,
When my legs were swollen
And my eyes looked like heat
It was kept quite hush-hush
Afraid that Hashem would find out
And no Holy Mary's or hall-
would save me . But his voice
Beat wildly with the
Promise of a fake honey heaven
Complete with wings that would
Be glued onto my shoulder bones.
And I suffocated under
The red light from his
I didn't believe in
Men nailed on crosses
But I needed a cross-heaven
With twinkle angels
And winged warriors.
I kept waiting to be kissed
By fate, to be swept up
In the arms of forgiveness
And to elope with
A man who had scars on his wrists
Like my own.
But he chose
Millions of women
In white and black,
With purer thighs
And glass eyes
their eyes closed.
Children and Swimsuits.Children and Swimsuits.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was at the mall with my friends and they all wanted to go get lunch. I told them I'd catch up with them later, I was suppose to go shopping for a swimsuit. Why I went through with actually looking, I don't know. The girls in the store gave me dirty looks as I skimmed through the selection. The cashier never bothered to ask if I needed help, maybe she was just busy. I found a one piece that was purple and black, filled with swirly designs. I waited until the changing room was clear before I actually tried it on. The suit itself looked nice, but the body it was on looked ugly. The mirror was in the hall way and I pulled the courage to leave the confined room to look at myself. I was looking sullenly in the mirror when I saw a little girl sitting on a bench behind me, she smiled as I turned. Her smiled quickly faded when she saw the marks all over my exposed body parts. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. She sat herself straight up and looked at me with questioning eyes
Damn that sunDamn that sun10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
MomentsMoments10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bell rings,
My freedom granted.
I wait for the driver of
My red, horseless carriage.
What then becomes is
One short drive.
Done just to see,
One sweet life.
That despite its sickly state,
Exudes such unrivaled beauty.
There is so much I'd give
If I could continue to gaze
Into those endless pools,
And drown for all eternity
In their deep coffee seas.
But I'm no more a visitor,
Here I cannot stay.
Though by your side, if I could,
Awkward... Babysitter!America x Tween!ReaderAwkward... Babysitter!America x Tween!Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Playing X-box and eating pizza, just another average day with your babysitter, Alfred. Nothing was going wrong but nothing amazing was happening either. Well that was until you decided to go to the bathroom. You paused the game then looked to the blond American on the beanbag beside you.
“Hey Alfred I’m going to go use the bathroom. Be right back.” You grinned and got up, leaving as your feet made slaps on the tiled floor. He chuckled and pulled out his phone, texting his friends when he heard a scream.
“(y/n)?! what’s wrong?!” He asked worriedly, going to the bathroom. He was about to knock when you came out and hugged him tightly.
“Alfred there’s blood everywhere! Am I sick?!? It’s crazy!” You sobbed; he blinked as he tried to process what just happened.
“Wait where are you bleeding?”
So SilentIt was so silent on the hill,So Silent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She could hear her steps,
A look at the watch;
Time's not passing,
Not going away,
Like a friend who waits, insists;
That she must do something at last.
email .one.my [his nickname], you're so sweet. i want to hold you. i want to give you everything you want, everything you think you lack, everything you deserve. i want to kiss you in the pitch black of the night, where the whole world falls away and nothing exists except the feeling of two souls meeting, grasping as tightly as is possible to that moment of togetherness, all external sounds and smells and feelings spinning around and fading to a tingling nothing as the dark envelops us in a blanket of safety. i was at first feeling very hesitant to love you, not wanting to make myself again so vulnerable (having had so little time to mend and become whole on my own), not wanting to put myself (and you) into an unpredictable situation full of variables like [girl's name] and france and then your graduation and retreat from baltimore. i was afraid, but today you kissed me in front of the main building and i headed back down to dolpin and on my walk i realized that in my eagerness to experience allemail .one.9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This