All that remainsAll that remainsAll that remains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the rest of your life
is keeping skulls and bones
above the ground.
And my eyes hurt
from strobe days
the sun is all flash
All that remains
is to use up your senses
so that you can
learn and forget.
And my heart beats
no sense into me,
my visions of the moon
All that remains
for the rest of your life
is finding the path to
whatever you are the most.
Spain. Without Romano 8 It had been a week since the party incident and Romano was still hauled up inside his room, refusing to come out. Italy was getting extremely worried and had tried many tactics to get Romano out of his room, but failed every time. Germany had a hard time consoling Italy and started coming over frequently to make sure everything was alright. He had offered Italy to come stay with him for a while, but he refused saying he wouldn't leave his brother alone.Spain. Without Romano 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Everything will be fine. He can't stay in there forever," Germany said one day, joining Italy on the couch.
"I know... But I can't stop worrying. I can't help but feel that part of this is my fault," he said, leaning on Germany. The German put his arm around him and held him close.
"It's not your fault. There was no way you could control what happened."
"I know, but still..."
Change Their Course...Together we can move the stars to shine just for usChange Their Course...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cause the destruction of planets and the formation of new solar systems
Move the rivers and move mountains
In our veins instead of blood gold is running
Our eyes can only see higher things
You should remember that we are here only for a moment
Let us live life to the fullest, until the world will not be brighten by the final flash
Looking destination like a lost pilgrim
And yet it is already given to us by the greatest of the great
Feel the waves flooded our minds and souls
We are here only for a moment
Remember that, when you waste the time
Because you can stand here beside me
And watch as the planets change their course ...
Rhetorical SarcasmDon't you justRhetorical Sarcasm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wayward Flute Lessons"Alright, now you're doing it on purpose."Wayward Flute Lessons2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am not!" Gilbert protested, taking the flute away from his lips. "The stupid thing is squeaking on its own! It can't take my awesomeness."
Frederick rolled his eyes and came over. He restrained himself from snatching the flute from his hands and gently took it away instead. With the air of a virtuoso, he lifted the flute to his own lips and started to play, going up and down the notes in a perfect scale before handing the instrument back without a flourish. "It's fine," he said flatly.
"Is not," Gilbert huffed as he took it. He almost cringed under Fritz's intense and watchful eye and placed the flute to his lips, positioning it just like Fritz had taught him countless times. He took a deep breath and gently blew. There was a low "toooo" that filled the room for a second before it broke off with a squeak and became quiet. "Dammit!" the albino yelled, almost throwing the flute across the room when Fritz's glare froze him in place.
Return To Senderyou were neverReturn To Sender5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to hold my
Far rider, endless roadSkull barrier formedFar rider, endless road5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to contain the lateral shifts;
all cells are shaking in unison
to the repeating beating pulse
that keeps the air flowing.
Everything vibrating, tensing,
wild energy spikes sideways
in the direction of another
shivering human entity.
Color swirls as the sun whirls
a fireline across the median sky;
flicker 24 days a second
and the human eye will only see
To know someone else:
add up their traits,
divide by their number,
see if adding yourself to the result is equal or odd.
Like all our methods
this has its limitations.
Just breathe deeply,
and let flow
past the boundaries
of the bone.
Love is a Rubik illusion,
twisting and turning
with no solution.
Miss Malaprop Takes Her BowLanguages, I believe, were invented for two purposes: communication and the amusement of native speakers. I make a very earnest attempt not to become one of the aforementioned sources of humor. I can proudly state that in my three years of study, I have never once mistakenly requested of a French-speaker, "Please pass the bath." I have also somehow managed never to confuse pregnancy and embarrassment in Spanish, a mistake so common among Anglophones that it is nearly a rite of passage. I have come to understand, however, that blunders are as much an essential to language as are grammar and syntax.Miss Malaprop Takes Her Bow10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I consider myself a proficient speaker of the English language. This is not to say that my lofty and mildly egotistical viewpoint has stopped me from making comments regarding Jesus's crucifixion at "cavalry" or the "erotic" flight pattern of the hummingbird. I couldn't understand my history teacher's snickering as I gave my or
SubtractionWhen the scything was not yet doneSubtraction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sat, a run of sweat between her breasts,
a nascent blister on her palm--
before she took the whetstone to the blade.
Lower down the hill the horses grazed,
tails brisk against the flies,
coats damp in the torpid air.
Robbed, she was.
The day was loud with birds and bugs;
the mowing smelled like lust or love,
She sat and watched the silver sky
and felt the wetness dry along her ribs,
along her thighs and tired arms.
She watched the swallows courting.
One plus one.
Why we love the Internet.Being lonelyWhy we love the Internet.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
IV ReflectionsHe is drinking blurry imagesIV Reflections4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each tip of the thick glass,
Only pausing to stop at the liquor's end
When he can see his own reflection
In all the fractured emptiness.
Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day Part 3Nothing stopped Ralph from taking care of Vanellope. His game was now one of the more popular ones in the arcade- "retro", it was called- and Ralph was always on the job. Usually, he never let anything distract him, except maybe to wave across the arcade when he was lifted up, saying hello to a Bad-a-Non member or to Vanellope, as she accepted a metal. And Felix, though very happy, was always one to stick to the program. And so, when Ralph had told him that he'd have to 'wing it' for the next few days, Felix had panicked. But Ralph had had a nice long talk with the man,Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I dunno, Ralph," the hammer wielding man had said, wiggling on the spot.
"Well, I just can't send the kid back," Ralph had whispered into the hall from his spot in the doorway, trying not to wake up the sleeping Vanellope.
"But she won't be in her game tomorrow!"
Ralph waved him off. "It's a random roster. Sour Bill's got it under control. He'll be directing the races tonight . In fact, they might already be done by no
Boomer's Last StrikeA huge, bulging mass, hard to hideBoomer's Last Strike5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gurgling and moaning, easy to hear
But if I catch you in close you'll soon find
That it's a huge mistake to let me get near
Covered in green, horrible scented bile
Now all I have to do is stand aside, idle
And watch as you quickly get surrounded
By a horde of Infected--you're soon to be grounded
However, I can't risk to stay
Your teammates are on their way
Have fun fighting off the mob
While I go hide a little further on
What? You must have done better than I thought!
I hear your footsteps premature of my plans
This is not good; I can't get away, but you're not to be fought
(Why did I have to get a capable group on my hands...?)
I duck away into a room and hide against the wall
You check in here, spot me, and I'm shot!
But too close for your safety; now I go "pop"!
And you're stumbling back, drenched and trying not to fall
Another wave rushes in, screaming and hooting
All because of your trigger-happy shooting
My last strike on you, happening at my de
UntitledWhispers of broken tunes, barely audible made their way to the girl, each poignant and heartbreaking in their own way. She tilted her head unconsciously, immediately caught by their mesmerising air, and strained her ears to hear, but no matter how hard she tried, they still refused to be heard. Determined, she jumped up, and relying on her ears, followed the sounds. The direction was generally indistinct, but the town was small and there was usually only one choice of route anyway.Untitled5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music intrigued her. It was no normal song, like the others only she would hear the sole defining song of a being, such as the upbeat motif of the charity collector, smiling broadly as she passed, or the booming of a large brass band as a large bustling man strode her way. It was a compilation of many different tunes, all singing together but the scale of it was what had captivated her. Countless melodies united, but all of them carried an almost uneasy sense of abnormality and unfamiliarity
SlitI'll slit your wrist, if you slit mine//Slit8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let our blood drip and let it combine//
Now people will know, this is a sign//
To tell everyone that we're not really fine//
We have each other, but we seem to be alone//
Invisible to the eye, and to the mouth unknown//
We're not really different, everyone's a clone//
We'll just have to make it all on our own//
We're alone now but there will be plenty in hell//
Plenty more who gave up and fell//
We won't be the only ones to dwell//
And to welcome the day we say farewell//
So here's the knife, put it to good use//
Cut for me, I can handle the abuse//
Sink it in and let the blood run loose//
Just do it, there's really no excuse//
We will die together, I'll take you with me//
It's the only choice we have to finally be free//
I know it won't work to run away or flee//
Do this and the world will finally let us be//
Now all our screams that everyone ignores//
Will be heard so well they'll break down doors//
Just one more cut and we'll hit the floors//
I Don't Want To Wash My HairMy friend,I Don't Want To Wash My Hair5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled up around me,
said my hair
I did not tell her
that was because
You never wereOne day, When I woke upYou never were4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I looked around and you
I tried to hide it but,
You never were the type of person, to simply walk away.
But does it shock you... that today will be the day?
That I'mma put that trigger to my ear,
But when you hear that gunshot, I want you to walk away.
The blood stained carpet is the price you gotta pay...
For every tear that has fallen, and this isn't just me crying out to you,
These feelings they are real, realer then you could ever be to me.
So What would you do if I told ya,
That I can't go on anymore...?
If we play this game any longer!
My heaaarts gonna be a bit predictable.
I swear to god one day, you'll feel what you've done to me.
You'll suffer for every day I did not get to live.
When I see that you are bleeding, I'll know I am succeeding.
But when you hear that gunshot, I want you to walk away.
The blood stained carpet, is the price you gotta pay...
Do you finally see the picture?
The photo frame's been bro
Boy Meets GirlThey met years agoBoy Meets Girl4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
back then, he loved her so
but sadly, he didn't show
so the girl didn't know.
Several years have passed, his love isn't gone
he still loves her as she was, though she already has someone.
Through his friends, he met another, the one to fill his heart.
So now, lonely no longer, I think they'll never be apart.
The boy met someone
a girl owned by another.
so he thought it was done,
his love can't go further.
But then he was wrong, for the girl loves her too.
But he can't wait for so long, he broke the love of those two.
Yet, the other boy did nothing, he let them be together,
though problems, this love will bring, I think they'll be forever.
At first, she was a friend,
someone to make him smile
but it changed in the end,
it grow stronger after a while.
He doesn't know if he should show it, so he just waited in silence.
He kept his love as a secret, only he knew it, no one else.
Years passed, it's been the same, so now the girl has found another.
He knows he is
bad timing.you sat next to me on a crowded bus. you told me you were in love with a girl three thousand miles away but she didn't love you back. you told me she could of but you had bad timing and told her you loved her too late. you were a stranger then and you are still a stranger now. i told you one time i was in love and now because of it i cant listen to certain songs and i cry myself to sleep some nights. you told me that i should find a new person to love because it eases the pain.bad timing.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you asked for a phone number to call me at. then you asked me to be your friend. i told you i wasn't good at that. you told me you would call me despite the fact.
you called me three days later at six oh three in the morning. my alarm clock had just gone off and i answered the phone to a voice i hardly recognized from our ten minute conversation. you said 'hi, my name is andrew and we met on a bus.' i told you that my name was stella and asked you why you were calling so early. 'i thought of something funny, a j
Rumpelstiltskin v2.0I am Midget, Hear Me RoarRumpelstiltskin v2.07 years ago in Humor More Like This
I have been called by many titles throughout time. Some stories call me a dwarf, some call me a goblin; some call me a manikin, and some call me a little man. So, too, has my name been passed down through the centuries, forever known in German as rattling stilts.
Well dang, hasnt it ever occurred to you that I might just be a little short?? Sure, I may be a midget, but that doesnt mean you should be calling me little man for the next two hundred years! Do I call you pimple-faced block-head in front of your children?
Okay, you got me there. Maybe I do. Or I would, if I ever met your children; thank goodness I havent, theyre probably even uglier than you.
And Rumpelstiltskin. Okay, fine. Its an amusing name. Had your little giggle? Good! So now, not only can yo
Concrete dreamsHer words were forced,Concrete dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her body sweat bullets,
her eyes shifting from
l e f t to r i g h t,
[back and forth.]
A tear forged a path,
c r o o k e d l y
The Shy and the Knight ch. 9Chapter 9The Shy and the Knight ch. 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hundreds of miles away from the land of Equestria was a dark and lifeless land, nothing but dirt and ash blowing around by the wind in the air. The rocky terrains were jagged, and the air was cold as death. It was the land where the dark army was formed. Underneath the land was the lair of fire. There lurked an evil warlock who was responsible for the destruction of towns and for the many deaths of innocent stallions, mares, colts and fillies; Tartarus, a vicious lizard with hard green and black scales, long razor sharp teeth, and bright red and yellow eyes, the creator of the army. He wore armor underneath his dark cloak. In the lair, he slowly waved his arms around a floating glowing orb. Dark streams of mist swirled around them as he began to speak in incantations of a dark language, only to be learned through dark magic. Whispering the words, he looked into the orb and saw the land of Equestria.
"Find them " Tartarus whispered in a dark hissing voice. "Find the survi
solar systems.william: you know, your lips remind me of this cherry chapstick i had when i was a kid.solar systems.3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
amelia: you're still a child william, twenty two doesn't count as adult.
william: what planet were you born on?
amelia: i don't know william, but i don't think earth is right for me.
william: i don't think anything is right for you.
amelia: do you think i'm beautiful?
william: kind of. but not in the super model perfect way.
amelia: why i bothered asking when i knew you'd say something like that is beyond me.
william: amelia, you are beautiful in the way that you make washing dishes look good and i think you without a shower for three days is perfectly acceptable. amelia, you are perfect in the way that you're human. and you look the part, which i am in to.
amelia: go to bed, you drunk ass.
william: you're kind of bossy, love.
amelia: i dislike when you call me love like your some kind of foreign hunky man.
william: i dislike how you dislike me but cant seem to leave me.
amelia: i don
One life leftMy childhood was spentOne life left5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trudging the endless way to school,
sweating in summer classrooms
that chilled my winter bones.
Our hostile environment surely existed
only to keep us awake all year.
Nothing was ever comfortable,
My body stretched, twisted, inflated
in all the wrong ways, and my legs were too stubby, then suddenly too damn spidery
I had hair everywhere I didn't care for
and none where it was welcome.
I was a careful kid, and the world was
a bungee jump on fire. I always seemed to misplace
the cord or the extinguisher.
I never really understood
the rules of this illogical game
I played every day.
There was only a single safe place I could retreat to.
You may have heard of it.
They played the sweetest synth piano there.
They had these crazy adventures
that never truly ended.
The skies were clear
and the road ahead
was straight and
filled with wonder.
I met the coolest brothers there,
one in red, one in green.
They were always super nice,
even though I visited
far too often.