Bandstuck 1==> Be John EgbertBandstuck 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Your name is John Egbert, and at the moment you are sitting in the room of your best friend, Dave Strider while he mixes some sick beats on his turntables. Or, you would assume they were sick beats- you know next to nothing about music aside from the fact that you enjoy listening to Dave's. The things he does with his music sometimes makes you feel like you could just- up and float away on them, y'know? They're catchy and seem to wriggle under your skin, take over your pulse, make you sway to the rhythm and open your mouth and want to dance and sing and-
You clamp your mouth shut before anything other than a gasp escapes you, swallowing dryly and biting the inside of your cheek. Dave doesn't need to be subjected to that, you tell yourself firmly.
But it's too late- he lifts his head from the dizzying drowsiness the music creates and gives you a look. Or, well, you think he's looking at you, you can't tell through his shades. " 'Sup, Egd
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
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
An Emergency PoemMy dear,An Emergency Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave up trying to sleep.
I gave up trying to keep these words inside.
The smell of powder and pain is still poisoning the air.
I can still hear my mates crying at night.
But we are not going home yet.
This is the 1000th letter I sent, I know,
but this one is different.
This is a message.
An emergency poem.
I am writing not to report
how many men and women
have lost their souls in the battlefield.
This time it is for you. And me.
Because I am so sorry we ended up like this.
I am sorry the last few hundreds of letters
were all about blood and pain,
fights and revenge.
The war went to the head
and I only realised this now.
I turned this wish for revolution into war.
I turned the war against you.
I translated my pain into letters
and sent them.
I nearly forgot why I am fighting here,
but now I remember.
There were so many mistakes,
so many wrong choices that I have made.
You probably forgot whatever you used to feel,
and I cannot blame you.
I ended up doing the same thing.
deari am not meantdear5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to feel this much
for you, dear;
i am not meant
to call you dear,
i am not meant
to write for you.
when i write
it means i
i am not stupid,
i know that
i am not meant
to think of you,
i am not meant
to feel for you,
to fall asleep
with a flush
on my face
as your name
and sharp images
of your skin --
red thoughts --
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
Goodbye..I guess it was the very pretence, that you believed to know exactly what I was feeling, that had me in utter disbelief. You left me, so how was it possible that my pain could ever seem significant to yours. Don't get me wrong.... I am not suggesting that it was easy for you to say goodbye to me, but it was I who was left standing in the rain, watching your back as you walked away, my tears mixing with the wet drops of a summer storm and my heart lying in a thousand, unseen pieces...Goodbye..5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My feet could not move.
I stood motionless and without feeling.
It was as if I was outside myself looking at some-one else.
My hair was tangled and wet about my shoulders and the eyes that were staring into the distance after you were red and full of pain. My mouth was open but no words could escape. It felt as if they were trapped within my throat and strangling me into silence.
This was exactly how I had dreamt my life
We Can Fly From HereWe Can Fly From Here6 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
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
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.
Letters Of LoveFrom the moment I turned on you,Letters Of Love5 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
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
Earth Mother EarthEarth Mother Earth6 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
It's HardIt's HardIt's Hard6 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
Autumn TangoВновь осень настала, прогнав со двораAutumn Tango4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Любимое мной, долгожданное лето.
От ветра подёрнулось пламя костра
И всё, что надеждами было согрето.
Нещадная осень, ты губишь меч
go to sleep for the love of godi kind of feel like ripping my face off.go to sleep for the love of god4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's not one of those sad, suicidal stories. i mean, if i believed in suicide in the way that means i could do it, then yeah, it would be. but i don't, and i guess you're kind of lucky for that because now you can go to sleep with a clear conscience.
i won't ever tell you about how many pages and books and scraps of paper and unsent text messages and notes on the backs of my hands i've written for you, or how inarticulate you were when you wanted to say how you felt. i won't ever tell you how i wished for a few words that could tell me that i was loved, even a little, and i sure as fuck won't ever say that when you managed to pull a few words together for some girl you haven't even touched, well, i won't ever say that all i feel like doing now is unravelling the skin on my arms, down to the bones, and watch as rivers of red fall out of me like stars.
maybe i'd be beautiful enough for you then. i
I DreamLets make a promise now by the light of the delicate autumn MoonI Dream8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shining down upon us, it will be our only witness
As we swear to one anothera bond that has grown strong and true.
A change in the atmosphere lingers now in the wind
The words I cannot say, yet long to say to you.
Silent admirers of the beauty of the world, we stare
Knowing the words of our heartslonging to share
But for the time now, were just
Good NightGood night dear love,Good Night8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the day has come to an end.
I do not know where you are
or to what path you bend.
Please be safe,
wherever you in fact are.
I'd hate to lose you before I met you,
whether you be near or very far.
I don't know what you're doing
or whether you're even dreaming of me,
but one day I will know all about you,
one day, your world will be all I see.
Just remember my love
not to lose hope or faith,
one day we'll find each other,
and to me each morning you'll wake.
I do not know you
but already it is you I love,
for I know wherever you are,
you're picked for me by the One above.
Good night my sweet,
until tomorrow's chance,
perhaps when I wake,
it'll be the day we start love's dance.
No Words LeftMy hands are on the keyboard,No Words Left6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for words
But none come
I need to write,
There is some sort of mental block,
But no words are there
Usually, I write about pain
But the only thing in my life right now is happiness
He takes away my pain,
Physical, mental, everything
And fills the empty void with light,
Happiness and laughter
Love and appreciation
For all the things that brought us together
All the events that led to this,
Im thankful for them,
And for him
The Second ComingI.The Second Coming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I struggle because God told me that he doesn't like slackers,
and it is almost winter, and I have to believe in something.
His desk is so tall, I like to sit under it and stare up at where
the edge of the desk meets the ceiling and his hand tapping.
I don't like the cold, but God says that it builds character,
so I trek through it to get to something I once loved and it only
leaves me feeling small.
I was never a child, I told the interviewer when he climbed on
top of me. I was never born, I just appeared.
He wasn't listening anymore, but I kept telling him.
God sank into my skin when I was sleeping one night,
in a church somewhere east of here, and
He speaks to me now.
"God doesn't exist," huffed the Interviewer Man.
There was this man who said that if you spoke to God,
then you were praying. Lots of people pray in snow
And silence, but if they're silent then how does he hear them?
This man also said that if God spoke to you,
then you have schizophrenia.
I don't know what
A LongingLong for meA Longing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feel the tingles in your hand,
as they wish to grasp
and feel each curvature,
each small detail
of the skin.
Long for me
as the body aches
like a desert aches for rain,
Captivated: PrologueHis hands loosened around the young boys shouldersthe white of his eyes reflecting the fear which had now settled like a rock in his stomach. The young boy, surprised and trembling, stumbled back.Captivated: Prologue8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What did you say, boy? the voice was cold and condescendinglike jagged edges of ice that pierced the boys mind.
Y-youll rule b-but youll be stopped, the young boy stammered, gulping back the tears.
By who? those two words bounced off the damp, cave walls, fading away into the darkness. The young boy wished that he could fade awaydisappear from the sight of this tyrant.
I dont know! tears burned at his eyes. He felt so weak. Why did he have to be so cursed? Why could he not have had one of the more common powers like the other people of the village? The whole world seemed to be against him.
Dont lie to me.
He could not even make eye contact with the beastfor there is no