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 derler5 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
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?
NierNierNier10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're so perfect
Lips that were made
By kissing a rose petal,
Opalline eyes that will be
Any colour they please
Don't get me started on your hair,
As soon as you turn your head
In the light, it becomes a live,
quivering mass of gold.
sequinned shine runs all
through the straight
to a slight wave.
Lord help me,
every time I look at you,
Struck by shock, I'm
The frog that met the princess.
Except, whoever you're next to
Feels like the pea.
Set one foot in a room,
It's already yours. The sea
Wouldn't let itself touch you,
the Moon's nowhere to be found
Whenever you're out.
You were made by afternoon itself.
I wonder, could your
Clear, smooth skin ever withstand
A blow like this? What happens
when you cry, do your lashes glow?
If strands of hair were torn
From your skull, when again
Would they grow?
When it happens,
I feel afraid; when you
Hurt me, even as I bleed,
Broke my tooth, now you break my nail
I fear: who will protect my little girl?
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.
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
Last SeptemberIf I could see you again I'd stick my fingers into your navelLast September7 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
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept,Teachers to the Dead8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
(we are too kind
to show that we are more alive without them
that losing them
Self datedSelf dated9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel most glamorous when I walk
through Target. Look at the sheeple,
now look at me. I've got a
pinstripe blazer. I "do poetry."
I listen to Gwen and Lindsay
but only for the irony. I understand
the Xbox 360 and Lost in Translation
on more levels than you ever do.
And all I'm coming in here to buy
is a marked-down jar of J. Crew.
Break up letter 101Break up letter 10110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We've had a lot of fun, and I really loved you a lot, but well, I don't think this is being fair to you. I am [gay/lesbian/joining green peace/pregnant]. It's not you, but...I just need time to sort my [head/life/STDs] out. I hope you understand. There's someone out there for you, who will be so much more perfect for you, who'll be able to give you the [love/security/sex/money/life/puppy] that you need. You are a fantastic [man/woman/shag/kisser/accountant] but I don't think I can be with someone who [listens to Billy Idol while making love/makes beef jerky/screams at small children/is older than my father/sees the world so differently/is deaf, mute, blind and retarded]. I know this is hard, but I know you can get through this, you're [so strong/so talented/so conceited/such a tragedy whore/on anti-depressants] and I [took all sharp objects out of your house/hid the weapons/wish you all the best in your new life]. All my love to [Sophie/the dog/your dad], and I hope we
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
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
Done For YouDone For You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights were off, the house was quiet broken glass from picture frames lay scattered about the floor. Empty bottles by the sink still warm from bruised lips, words and actions from earlier were all misunderstood and twisted by others. The truth is in the beating hearts of the lovers who where laying on the carpeted floor, tears still staining their faces. His arms were wrapped around her, hands resting on her stomache, her breathing had calmed down minutes ago meaning that she fell asleep in his protecting arms. He laid awake holding her, as the fight from earlier was still fresh in his mind. The fight was formed from lies that were fed to her by someone he now wish he never met. He shook the thoughts away once he felt a little kick from under his hand, he smiled and thought, "This is my angel and our child is our saviour." He placed a kiss to her shoulder before lowly and gently singing into her ear, "The best things in life come with a price,the star that burned so bright faded th
(Spamano) Inhuman Love- Chapter 2 This is part of a challenge! Please read the description!!! Thank you!(Spamano) Inhuman Love- Chapter 21 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
No answer, Spain didn't even move.
"Spain?" My grip loosened so my toes could touch the floor. Still no reply, he stayed completely still. I felt my vocal cords collapse again and my smile leave, "Antonio..?"
A high-pitched squeal sounded, almost like the sound an old computer made when starting up. Antonio's head turned to me in a jerky movement, "Hola?" his voice sounded monotone and...
"A... Robot..." I murmured, my voice flat.
"No," Ludwig intervened, "not exactly."
"He still has parts of himself, just mixed with robotic parts. He has a robotic right arm from the elbow down, left leg from his hip, and his head is mostly circuits instead of a human brain. His king fave them to him to keep Antonio alive after Spain died."
My eyes watered up again, only this time, not out of happiness. Emotion flooded through me ten fold. Fire pore through my eyes and to Ludwig, burning all th
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)2 years 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?
Old SoulsDoc says I’m an oldOld Souls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
soul, with my postcards
and letters, and waste-no-words
policy. Doc says old souls still make eye
contact instead of playing with iPhones,
mirrors that stare back, and tell
us who we are by knowing
who they are.
Doc tells me I’m an old
soul in a young body, taming
wild Internets and bringing my words
to heel like a triple score
in a game of Scrabble.
That I was born in the wrong
decade, that I was meant to punch
typewriter keys like a boxer,
that the twenty-first century
wasn’t made for old souls like mine.
Doc thinks I’m too old
to be twenty-three, constantly forgetting
the barriers of my few years.
Like that I never wrote about myself
until he gave me moments
worth writing down, and cared
about the person behind the words.
That I learned who I was by learning
who he was, and drew a timeline
of intersection points where each
node became a poem, and each poem
became a stepping stone.
Doc unearthed an old
soul in my notebook.
Old like a favori
Mangled and brokenMangled and broken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisted and broken,
I try to get out
Of the walls I lay sealed within.
My wings have been damaged,
They're all torn up
Ripped and mixed with blood.
The feathers aren't straight,
Not a single one.
"I don't know what to do!"
I would cry over and over.
My hands are bound too tightly
To try and break free.
My feet are strapped down,
My eyes are covered.
The cloth over my face
Is moist with salt and water
And it burns my eyes as I whimper.
Slowly time goes by,
And soon I'm out.
I stop my flailing,
I cease to breathe.
What's the point in trying
When you've already lost
I'll just lay here,
Mangled and broken.
And slowly pass away,
While you watch and stand by,
And laugh anyway.
Black BirdI've told you I'm staying in tonight,Black Bird10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, as usual, haven't listened.
Negligent out of pain, perhaps
a thorn lifted off some nightmare
flower. You ask me to remove it,
have tried a shower. I'm thinking
if the water can't free it, how will I?
Besides, I've seen a bird, which,
as it starts to trill, suggests were I
such a thing, I'd rather be dumb.
Still, my not singing like a bird,
does it mean you can't call me one?
Again, you're not listening. And
it's flown off now into that gloom
where everything feels heavier,
but I don't suppose is. It presses
like the sloping walls of a Gallic
town, spied from an odd angle.
The Story Of Glitch, Chapter 1I sighed and continued to fiddle with the dials on the machine; the levels needed to be exactly right. "Sir, all levels are stable~" One of the scientists on my team called.The Story Of Glitch, Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good. Are we ready?" I called back
"All we need to do is examine her one last time~"
I nodded and walked over to the table. I pulled back the sheet covering the table and began to examine the body. Long, white blonde hair, fair skin, slender frame. Her tank top was a deep purple and her shorts were black.
"She's ready!" Prepare the machines!" I ordered. A soft humming filled the room as the machines powered up, animate the empty body we'd constructed.
When the machines were ready, everyone looked to me expectantly. I placed my hand on the lever, a little anxious. Everyone's breath froze for a second, and I took a deep breath. With that, I pulled the lever down sharply.
Suddenly, a booming cracking sounded, like lightning. A blinding white light filled the room, and I blacked out.
I cracked my eyes ope