Love Reaps part 13Love Reaps part 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched him, I watched as he paced restlessly, ripping his hand through his hair. He was definitely not what you would call a flower child.
I laid calmly, hands behind my head on the hotel bed. It was quite entertaining to observe him fretting over nothing in my opinion that is.
"Calm your farm," I serenaded in an almost ghostlike voice.
His dull eyes whipped over to me. I shuttered, and hurriedly brought myself to sit back up.
"With you around, I don't think I can ever be calm." Daemon retorted harshly.
I lowered my gaze. He was trying to make me feel guilty. "Look, it wasn't my "
"It was your fault!" he snapped back, pulling the colossal bed closer.
My eyes were stained with shock. I had been with him for about three days, and I've learnt something don't peeve him off. I still don't think I've tried it yet though.
I spluttered, in his face. This for anyone else would be instant execution.
"What's wrong now?!" he seethed, rolling his dull e
Free Verse, a love poemYour smile shines like the stars,Free Verse, a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the darkest clouds,
And through the storms of life.
Your kindness surrounds me,
Like a comforting sweater.
When I could hold on no longer,
There you where,
So sweet a smile,
Gleaming from the stars.
Your smile brings me hope,
Your eyes bring me life.
Love Reaps part 11Love Reaps part 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many things in this world that I hate, but running after Scarlet really and truly tops that list. She wastes time, and makes everything so much more complicated then what it really is.
I stomped through the tall shrubs and leaves that littered the forest floor. I was peeved off, and I was going to ring Elapse around his thick neck.
'Once a thorn, always a thorn,' I grumbled in my head. He's always been there to make sure there's a complication, making sure every situation was as worse as it possibly could be.
"Far out I hate him!" I screeched, launching my fist into the trunk of a tree. It violently cracked and split in half. Falling back on either side of me.
I glanced around me, spotting a mother and child Yale. A Hippopotamus-sized creature with black fur, elephant tail, boar-jaws, and movable horns that can point forwards or backwards, gawking at me in awe.
"What do you want!?" I bellowed at them, the pupils of my eyes growing. "Do you want to be split in half too? Do ya?
His last breathHis last breath4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He thinks about his worthless life,his worthless soul,his dry'd out eyes,he eyes the pills that stares at him as if they call for him.He thinks of how his family would feel,how his loved ones,family,and his lovely girl.He graps the pills,tear start to form as the daggers in his heart begin to stab.He is worthless,no matter what he does or trys,he always seems to sink at sea.He grabs his wine and takes the pills....his eyes begin to close.....as he drifts away...as deaths hand begins to tug...his last words..his final breath...was the most beaufiul words of all...i love you.
Please give me chance...Please give me chance...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please Give Me Chance
They comfort you, what have they done to alert you?
Do they deserve to be beaten and treated painfully?
Did we ever realize that they have the same feeling and deserve a right to healing?
So why do people agree to not allow them to be free?
We kill them everyday for a thrill.
So why do we still laugh at them for that?
Still laugh at their pain when they are in a chain and bleeding for another day.
A day to life, that doesn't have a knife or a price.
I believe that we are naïve.
They never hurt us, only tried to make us feel pride.
Did you ever think that maybe if they could talk they would say they would walk beside us?
Or even ask for another chance, a chance to never glance back.
But instead they are dying and on the ground they are lying, waiting for the sound of love.
BendEndless emotionsBend3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All but the motions
Distance, the key,
Silence and misery
Heath and happiness
Heart and spirit
On the ridges
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Soy tu paladin y tu amante...Cuando te vea, saltare a besarte...Soy tu paladin y tu amante7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...cuando te bese... voy a querer abrazarte...
...cuando te abrase... querré vivir contigo en tu cuerpo...
...y cuando vivía en tu cuerpo... nadie te tocara un solo cabello...
...Quisiera tenerte, como mi maga blanca, una curandera...
...yo seria tu tanque, un guerrero, o paladín sin fronteras...
...te protegería... contra el viento y las mareas...
...te acariciaría, más suave que pétalos de flores en primavera...
...Puedo ante todo, contra todo, lo que venga...
...Tan solo no puedo, contra mi soledad eterna...
...Si tomas mi mano, y te quedas junto a mi lado...
...sentirás como todo, alrededor de vuelven tan solo prados...
...Alzo mi espada, desenvainándola de mi espalda...
...la entierro en el suelo, mientras yo bajo la mirada...
...desde hoy yo seré, tu caballero que no cederé...
...ante nada ni contra nadie, con tal de que vos, estés bien...
...Si juras cuidarme, protegerme y curarme.
MLP: History of the Hero Part 1MLP: History of the Hero Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun rose over the horizon on this simply amazing day here in Equestria. A little over a week had passed since the Light triumphed over the Darkness and brought Equestria, as well as the rest of the world, into a new era of Friendship and Harmony.
Already the various denizens of this beautiful land were busy working hard to maintain their friendly ties with the other:
The Zebras were allowed to set up trade in the many cities and towns throughout Equestria. They sold potions and medicines to those who were in need of them. Their language and unique skills were also exchanged with the other to help improve understandings.
The Buffalo continued to roam the desert plains, but now their running grounds were expanded so that they may run all over Equestria. Trade was also established with these kind creatures; the selling of their bead necklaces and other fine items quickly became popular to those in search of ne
Crossed Times 7 - ContactCrossed Times 7 - Contact4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Contact
Altiar sighed as he tossed and turned around in his bed for the fifth time tonight; no matter what he wanted, it seemed his restless mind would not allow him to sleep. Sighing softly the Arabian male slid out of bed; he was wearing practically nothing but the assassin didn't seem to mind; the curtains were drawn and it was dark in the room you could barely see the outline of the furniture the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock next to his bed told him it was 4:45am.
Altiar frowned a bit and started to pace around in his room; what was he going to do? There was no way he could face Alex, he wouldn't be able to look the man in the eye! Hell he could barely look at Dana right now without knowing that her brother was watching his every move; if he didn't know any better he'd say Alex's paranoia was rubbing off on him.
Ever since Alex kissed him he had been avoiding the other, and for good reason! He didn't know why
...Me desgarre el corazon... Siento que en mi pecho, algo sigue sangrando por dentro...Me desgarre el corazon...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tal vez sea una infección, tal vez contenida por veneno
...se que hay una herida profunda, grande y muy dolorosa
...creo que ahora siento si lo digo aun sin saberlo
...que se me acaba de desgarrar el corazón que yace adentro
...Estoy lastimado, y con el acero, me hago un gran tajo
...sangra como nunca, el moretón aun esta marcado
...al rozarme algo en el pecho, hay dolor, y es todo sincero
...solo es peor liberar, la sangre mala, que mantengo en el pecho
...Las fuerzas se me van, la sangre, aun sigue saliendo...
...no se si me corte una arteria ¿acaso moriré por desangramiento?..
...creo que si me cubro, o me desinfecto todo el pecho...
...podría lograr evitarme, una infección, que recorra todo el cuerpo...
...Pero al quitarme la ropa, y poder sobarme entero
...No siento correr la sangre, ningún lí
...un beso......un beso...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...Te has preguntado porque "te amo" se escribe separado?...
...tal vez yo sepa la respuesta, o quizás lo este tan solo inventado...
...porque en el trasfondo, esa palabra tiene un significado algo alocado...
...una parte dice que soy yo... y la otra dice que eres tú...
...Pero tu preguntas, que cosa tiene eso de alocado?..
...de la misma forma, yo te respondo, mientras te aprisiono con un abrazo...
...pues hay que estar loco, para decirte lo mismo, todo el rato...
...pero soy original, yo quiero expresarme, con todo el vocabulario...
...Pero si ya te fijas, hay muchos idiomas y muchas pistas...
...de como decir ya las cosas, de distintas formas, algunas más creativas...
...como en otros idiomas, como en otras vidas, como diciéndolo mejor en vida...
...que el tiempo es ahora, el tiempo que importa, el tiempo desde que te conocía...
...Pero no quiero reprimirme, no quiero ocultarlo, yo quiero expresarlo...
...quiero tanto decirlo como gritarlo al aire, de las mi
MLP: Divergent Days Ch. 1Chapter 1MLP: Divergent Days Ch. 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
The sun slowly rises on yet another glorious day in Equestria, just barely cresting over the distant horizon. The Princess of Equestria and controller of the sun, Celestia, has promised that today would be as bright as ever. The Pegasi ponies who manage the weather overhead promised it to be a clear sky as well. While most of Equestria is still in slumber, one particular place rises with the sun. More specifically, its residents. Along the outskirts of the small town of Ponyville resides a large farm that covers acres upon acres of land. The farm grows several different foods on its land, but one particular fruit is held in higher regard than the rest: Apples. Spread across over half of the farm land, a metaphorical sea of apple trees flows with the shape of the land, ascending and descending hills and valleys alike.
In the center of this massive farm sits a vibrant yellow two story house, similar to a Victorian-era design on Earth. Roughly one hundred feet behind the
Rock And Roll y Fiebre 3Rock And Roll y Fiebre 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"¡Ohhhh! ¡Yes yes yes! ¡Oh yeah!"
La voz femenina gritaba de placer, mientras sus gemidos penetraban mis oídos como si fueran flechas.
-Che Walter - le dije sombrío.
"¡Oh my god! ¡Oh my god! ¡Fuck meeee!"
"¿¡Te gusta así, bitch!? ¿Ahh? "Trozo latino, nena ¡¡Azzzzzzzzzucaaaaaaaaaar!!"
La voz masculina fue un cañonazo hacia mi fantasía. Me hizo volver a la realidad.
"¡¡Yeaaaaaaaaaaaas!! ¡¡In my face, in my face!!"
-¿Ah?- me contestó.
Levantándome del sillón, me le puse enfrente.
-¿¡¡POR QUE MIERDA VES PORNOS CUANDO TE CUENTO MIS PROBLEMAS SENTIMENTALES!!? ¡¡HIJO DE PUTA!!- le rompí la cara de una patada.- ¡ENCIMA ESTAMOS EN MI CASA Y MI HERMANA ESTA DURMIENDO!
Y empezamos nuestra pelea matutina. Mientras él me metía un dedo lleno de saliva en la oreja y yo le hacía ca
Loss of control :Creepypasta:Loss of control :Creepypasta:4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid Rattata..." I murmured as I finished it with Scratch. That was the 7th Rattata in this dungeon, and I was starting to get irritated. "I WANT TO BATTLE OTHER POKÉMONS! NOT RATTATAS!" I yelled in frustration. My partner, Squirtle, turned around to face me. He had a confused look on his face.
"Meowth! Just calm down, we will battle other Pokémon, you'll see, just try to be more patient." Squirtle was a good friend to have. He is always there for me, no matter what. But right in that moment I wasn't thinking about that and just gave him a hateful gaze and slowly started to walk home.
"Come on, let's go home." Squirtle only shrugged and followed. We walked through the big deep-green forest and on to the road that would take us home. No one said anything. It felt good with the silence anyways. It helps me concentrate. After 10 minutes of walking, we finally arrived, Squirtle said good bye to me. I ignored him, was still upset about everything in the dungeon. Squirtle sighed
HeatHeat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This would probably be one of the hottest days in Resembool. Everyone was desperately seeking some way to cool off, either with water wars, ventilators everywhere, or even opening the refrigerator door to get out that yummy coldy air... A very poor way to cool off, but, you know It is the way they had to keep cool and to not die of heat.
Unfortunately for Edward, the heat wave came in the very next day when he had arrived in Resembool with Alphonse, with his automail broken. For you to see how that boy is lucky. Al, in his insensitive body does not suffer from the infernal heat it was doing. But who was suffering the most probably would be Winry... If she opened the window of the workshop, the sun would come and bake her. Even the wind was hot. If she closed the curtains, it would be uber stuffy and even more unbearable. She was sweating as dumb student before a test, and was almost toasting. And to top it off, its top was black. How wonderful, eh? Black absorbs heat.
.esta es mi vida malditasea......Decaí, me lastimaste y me tambalee....esta es mi vida malditasea...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...me golpeaste, me lastimaste, insultaste sin un deber...
...quisiste aplastarme, eliminarme de tu vida, de tu ser...
...pero hasta hoy así a sido, porque hoy, he revivido...
...No te basto con lastimarme, también decidiste humillarme...
...demostrar de que mis fuerzas ya no eran las de antes...
...de que jamás debí enfrentarte, o mejor dicho ni mirarte...
...mucho menos compararme, ni soñar q podría tumbarte...
...Quise soñar que podía hacerlo, quise desear que podrías haber cambiado...
...pero me demostraste de que esa fe era ciega, era tonta y muy lerda...
...ahora me canse, ya explote, ya no lo pensare nunca mas!!!
...me levantare y te derrotare, en este instante para que no molestes a nadie más!!!
...Querías lastimarme eh? ahora ya veras...
...tu jamás has sufrido daño, pero ahora eso cambiara...
...cuando acabe contigo, mas un estorbo para el resto te mantendrás...
An Act of Random Kindness An Act of Random KindnessAn Act of Random Kindness 2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, there was a pony named Quiver Quill. He was a bright young earth pony colt, but he was shy, uneasy around other ponies his age, and very lonesome and sad. Some of the ponies he went to school with bullied him and teased him, and often made him feel unwelcome. Anything and everything was fair game to his cruel schoolmates; the pony’s name, his poor athleticism, his teeth, his hobbies, whatever, it didn’t matter, and they delighted in making Quiver Quill feel miserable.
But he found joy in life in a love of books, of reading, and eventually, of writing. Not so much writing assignments for school, but writing fiction. Whenever he found the time, the young colt would write stories, often inspired by the books he read and loved. He’d write new tales of Daring Do and her adventures, of heroes in olden pony times who befriended dragons and, as time went on, of characters of his own creation. So much joy did he find in
.:The Rain:..:The Rain:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
The forgotten angels broken jagged wings,
For their tears are shed,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
Into the depths of the earth,
Clouds of anger rage, and lost hope,
Skew the sky pitifully, and darkly,
Again spiraling down from the heavens,
Darkening the world,
Plunging it in darkness from their sorrow and regret,
Like a child, hands dirtied by harsh fate.
From the angel's of the blackness.
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Comes yet again.
Spiraling back down from the heavens.
My little Dashie: Reader's CutIt was three days after her sonic rainboom. I had kept her inside during those days, I wanted to be extra safe no one noticed her, even if it was unlikely someone would ever wander anywhere near this block. But I wasn't taking any chances for Dashie. Plus, we entertained ourselves with the celebrations, and the explanations.My little Dashie: Reader's Cut3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now here we were, at the usual park, on a cloudy day, with Dashie flying softly by my side, sporting her brand-new cloud-and-rainbow-thunder-bolt cutie mark. I was so proud.
She spoke first when we arrived there, "Hey! I noticed something when I went so high in the sky last time, can I go up there again? Please?"
I gave her a questioning look. What could she possibly have to do up there? She seemed resolute enough in her desire though.
"Well, okay, but please let's not make a habit out of..."
"Okay." And she was off, leaving just a rainbow blur behind.
I followed her contrail with my gaze. She was going straight up, higher and higher... until she disappeared
The Stalker - Chapter 1The Stalker - Chapter 1: The Night when I met ItThe Stalker - Chapter 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Imagine the very thing that would be in your little brothers comic book fantasies would actually be true. I couldnt believe it at first because it was only rumor in the town but, for some reason, it felt like I was being watched every time I came from school. The theory busted my own logic when I was taking out the trash in the backyard. It emerged from behind the cans, it scared me half to death yet I was allured by its wide pale eyes as it stared at me timidly: I was surprise that it decided to show itself to me of all people. It looked like or took the appearance of an adolescent girl with small tendril like hair coming down from its head; thanks to the full moon tonight. I dont know if it can talk or not so I tried to speak to what they called a symbiote.
H-Hello there. I smiled weakly
.. the symbiote stared blankly
Um, my name is Leah. I said
The DrowThe DrowThe Drow8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The drow is a genetic offshoot of the elven race that are primarily subterranean dwellers. They seemingly vanished from the face of the earth around the fall of The Roman Empire, but for some reason have seen reason to concern themselves with the surface world in such a dire time.
Drow are virtually identical to their surface counterparts when it comes to physiology. There are some notable differences though. The first major difference is that of skintone. It is most often ebony. Hair is also often white.
These are the only major physical differences that are readily spotted. However, one major difference is how they have evolved to live underground. This is in that of eyesight. A drow has remarkable sight in low light conditions and can even see in the infrared spectrum. However, their eyes are highly vulnerable to light, both natural and artificial.
Some drow have demonic mutations due to corruption on some level. This varies tremendously t