Don't Be AfraidDon't Be Afraid9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fear had a funny way of messing with one's thoughts. Over the years, Zuko had learned how to not let it consume him.
It seemed however, that at the current moment, that particular skill of his was quickly eluding him.
"There's too many," Katara whispered breathlessly. He felt her shift her weight nervously behind him, adjusting her stance and no doubt looking severe and ready for a fight.
The only problem, as it was surely very clear to the both of them (one unmasked and vulnerable, one hiding behind a face of blue and white), was that neither of them were fully prepared to take on the mass of fire nation warriors surrounding them.
"There's no escape," she whispered to the man behind her. He didn't understand why she trusted him, or why she was willing to fight by his side, but he wasn't exactly in a position to question her actions. Or her sanity. In fact, he didn't have much time to do anything but try to overcome his fear and realize that somehow he felt complete, utter gratitud
A Friendly PoemThis Happiness insideA Friendly Poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This Joy I find
From you being So Kind
Tender in the Mind
When I was alone
With no one around
You were there for me
A new Love now Found
I always smile
Because you are there
A special friend
That always Cares
It is Clear
That you are Sincere
And Always Here
I'm happy to have you Near
On the Wings of FortuneBundles of green were his children, as he towered them on the cart, his steady hand guiding the mountain taller and taller. He had customers to feed! Bread to put on the table for his family! If one small parcel of leaves should fall from his cart… Oh! What devastation!On the Wings of Fortune9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was a simple man. What was he to know of wars and destinies? Far-off nations, kings, queens, power-hungry generals, what was the difference? What did it matter? So long as he had his quiet corner in the market to sell off his crop, such lovely cabbages, what was he to care of such trifle things that Lords and Ladies might bicker over at the supper table?
He did know one such conflict… A feud, causing more spurn upon the common person's tongue than the taxes themselves, between his village, the peaceful and understanding, and their barbaric neighbors, who slaughtered everyone that stood in their path. The only thing that was able to stop their hatred of one other from becoming the fuel that fed their limbs to battle w
Talk is CheapWhat is the pointTalk is Cheap8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a war on terrorism?
Why do we fight
Does it make sense?
Killing to stop people from
Killing because someone
How is this gonna lead
They tell us things will
Happen the way they will
You just want us to fall in line
Don't ask questions
Behave just like everything else
It'll cause less problems
For those humans who
Believe they are higher
Actions speak louder then words
So instead of this talk of peace
Drop your weapons on the battlefield
And stop these stupid wars
Then pen is the greatest weapon
Next to our voices
But you can also stop the hate
And you just keep on talking
And they keep aplauding
And we'll keep right on
Writing and screaming and marching
Until you get your hands
Dirty trying to
Stop the fights
Until you take any action
To stop the death
Talk is cheap
So take action
Being SingleSometimes LoveBeing Single8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just isn't Fair
To love is to Risk
Try if you Dare
Love I have given You
In your heart to be Planted
But you couldn't see that
You took it for granted
My heart torn open
Never to love again
I wanted to stay together
That's how it should've been
This poem being Short
With feelings to explain
I will never find true love
Single I will remain
My WakeMy Wake10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wake into the first dawn,
A wake into a new life, like birth into a reality of another kind
Past, seems a washed mark on the ever sublime sands,
My wake like a drop from the clouds plunging into the clarity of the ocean beneath,
To ripple the fabric of my sleep, and another wave of reality to kiss my shores
For this wake art in the very touch of your skin,
A touch like that of water onto the skin of dried lips,
A touch of grace onto the walk of the universe
Thy smile, thy words, likest the grace in the sway of daisies
Into thy mind, into thy essence , in the spirit of eternity
In the grip of your palm,
In the friction of our skin,
In this moment of time, art all my today are fabricated off.
And tomorrow shalt be another miracle, for the wind shall carry thy kisses into my hands
Like butterflies in a vivid confusion of colored wings,
Tomorrow a dizzy of sensations, a trance of elevating breaths and a brief pause of a moment when thy shall touch my body again
Darling, my wake into your
Something to Remember"I want to Cut when I see your Face,Something to Remember9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to do it for the Sake of your Name,
A Little something to Remember,
Of what happened this November.
I can make it Three,I can make it Five.
But it will never Express,What I feel Inside.
Just A little something To show you,
The marks on my Arm to of what I did to you."
Searching for my heartRushing to findSearching for my heart8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one who holds my heart.
Does he know he holds it?
Will he crush it,
Unknowing to whom it belongs?
Will I ever find the one who holds that which is dearest to me?
Will he ever know what it is that he holds?
Is it he,
The one who took the stairs
Instead of the elevator?
Is it he,
The one who orders seven different coffees,
But will only drink orange juice of a morning?
Or is it
The one who
Plays upon the court outside my window?
How long will this searching continue?
Will I ever find that one?
Must I settle with someone else
Only to find that he was right in front of me?
Writing Contest EntryWhat was he doing here? How could he have been so stupid? Why did he always have to let his pride get the best of him? He sighed and shook his head, angry with himself for accepting the mission. He looked around again. He was standing on what looked like eons of broken robots, bits of rubber, old food, pieces of old, and new, motorized appliances, snake skins and other animal parts, rocks, cords, paper, glass, and a whole assortment of other odds and ends. In other words, garbage. He looked down at his feet which seemed to gleam among the rubbish, and then, leaning gingerly on what looked to be a metal box with glass drawers and some sort of ball-like thing on top, he looked around at the landscape once more and punched himself, making a loud CLANG! in the silence as he wondered, yet again, why he had come.Writing Contest Entry8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is only a job for a tough man. One who has brains and will be able to figure ev
Red-ShedRed-Shed8 years ago in Open More Like This
A voice erupted in a song
carried through the grass so
wettened by the wind in mourning
over the dusk's pending fall as a
welcome for the namely sparks of
And the mosquitoes danced ceremonially
with vibrating garments viciously
complimenting the eerie bulbs
of firelight posted
by the shadowy figures
of the graves
Dear Uncle's forgotten laughter mingled
with our slow and earthly chanting
as we lay with turning backs
no feet apart in the sundry wake
of star-abandoned memories
twisting and turning in a stripe-speared
circle of a hindered dance
A clapping game initiated
by we four lost in yesterday's cluches
spread doubled in the insulated
ring of our hearts – ignorantly
exposed to the subliminal harmony
awaiting in the phantasmagorical future
a hindrance to our
as we pushed with our hands
to the phantom-gagged sky
Dear Connor's alkaline smile
faded to the blue-black center of the night
his blood-flushed face
alit by the candle-weeded
flesh of my
Rest In PeaceRest In Peace8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ashes in my stomach,
Ghosts of a fire that once consumed my heart in the heat of passion, choke me.
Equilibrium off balance, all that was is no more, and all that I never knew is all too familiar.
My memories leave me breathless, as if I am drowning in a cold sea of regret.
Tossing and turning in agony, living a nightmare from which I just cannot awaken.
Who knew that fire would leave me cold,
That breathing would suffocate me,
That what I saw was blinding me,
That life was killing me,
And that something would give me nothing.
What makes me alive? Is it the fact that my heart pumps the blood through my veins? Why does that matter when I have not a reason to live, for it is love that defined me.
White turns to black and night fades to day,
Left turns to the right and downward leads up.
Welcome to my life, where pain becomes numbness and happiness feels like an unfamiliar high.
Where I face my fears every morning I wake up, and I battle my demons every time I see a mirror
Story of Light1.Story of Light8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In days before the Earth was made,
Before the gods were born,
There lived a creature dark and cold;
A mind without a form.
He lived in all of space alone;
No sun to tell the hour.
But not for light or star He craved
For darkness was His power.
For time untold His power grew.
His ego became great.
He thought His power would stand alone
Till time came to abate.
Content He was to contemplate
His power and His might.
Absorbed in thoughts about Himself,
He failed to see the Light.
Alone it came into the realm;
A light amidst the gloom.
It soon was joined by others and
A brilliance came to bloom.
The brilliance grew as other sparks
Appeared to feed the fire.
And in the blaze a mind was born;
Creation its desire.
With joy She looked upon herself
And saw perfection there
Then others like herself She made
With light and ten
ReleaseRelease11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're awake " a soft, even voice beckoned through the haze.
It had been calling to him gently, like a beacon of light through the fog of his aching, feverish head for quite some time now, he realized, despite the overpowering confusion which now flooded over him. That voice was the only certain thing left in his whole being. It had kept him from being drawn to the tempting, abysmal darkness just beneath, kept him afloat in that sea of lethargic helplessness, and now, called him to shore And though his eyelashes at last fluttered open ever so slowly, suddenly being conscious again brought him no solace at all from his distress. His situation had simply switched plains from a troubling, nightmarish stupor in his mind the likes he could not awake from, to a nearly paralyzing pain which seemed to anchor every one of his aching limbs to the nevertheless plush surface he lay on.
Inuyasha struggled to focus his weary eyes, which burned even
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
SecuritySecuritySecurity8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How can you protect a friend from an inner fear?
Protect a friend from anything
You cant see?
All you can really do
Is wrap her in your love
Be a shoulder to cry on
Give her everything shes dreaming of
But all she really needs
To rest her head on
When she needs
In her life
Maybe she is insecure
Maybe she is just unsure
On what she wants from him
Cos he can help her
He can help her build a bridge
From her to him
And they can work at it
But maybe she doubts it
Maybe she cant build bridges
In case he lets her down
Or messes her around
She really needs me
Someone she can trust
Someone she can lean on
To tell her that
All she needs
WRITTEN BY EMMA MASON
ON THE 30/8/06 12:41AM
Throwing It All AwayThrowing it awayThrowing It All Away8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You were so good to me
When I was with you
We had so much fun
I can't believe this now
You dont know what youve got
Until its gone
I really miss you
I can't believe this is happening to me
Dont you know I feel it too
I lose my way
Then I get down
I try to pray
But nothing comes out
I can't believe this
Its so not me
I dont know what to do
I wish you would see
I'm throwing it all away
The past, present and the pain
Its taking its toll on me
I dont wanna lose you
Please tell me what to do
To make it up to you
You loved me
Gave me everything
I'm so sorry
For all the pain
I caused you all this time
I can't forgive myself
You dont deserve me
But you still love me
What more can I say?
I picked you up
And put you down
Whenever I wanted to
Do you know its hurting me
To hurt you
Im throwing it away
My friends and my lovers
I can't help but say
Im so sorry
You dont know w
Iroh's Schneaky"Prince Zuko, why are we stopping?"Iroh's Schneaky9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I saw something Uncle, wait here."
My nephew then walked over near a tree and picked up something small. It turned out to be a quite nice betrothal necklace. It looked familiar.
"It seems like that waterbender has a really bad habit of losing her necklace… and I have a horrible knack for finding it for her," Zuko said, stashing it in a pocket.
Ah, yes. That necklace.
"That means the Avatar is nearby nephew, a good opportunity to get a step ahead of Azula."
Zuko nodded and got back onto our ostrich-horse. We traveled further into the forest, hoping to find any signs of the Avatar and his companions.
"We need to save our energy, Prince Zuko. Let's make camp for the night."
Now normally, I would respect my nephew's privacy, but I sensed that I didn't know something. Just like when I found out my suspicions were true and Prince Zuko was the Blue Spirit. So a few minutes after he left our campsite, I followed him. He did not think to look if someone was
I fall too?A Boy filled with SadnessI fall too?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Razor in his hand
What could hurt more
Than losing a friend?
He's crying all that he feels
Every single little teardrop
As he slits his wrist
Wanting his pain to Stop
Lying on the cold floor
A face with a lost stare
Him feeling he is worthless
As he bleeds everywhere
A Boy filled with Sadness
From what he feels within
Nothing hurts worse
Than losing a friend
A Girl holding a Secret
Afraid of being hated
She holds no ordinary Secret
This one being Complicated
She cries every night
Her life is a mess
Having every reason
To be depressed
She takes out a razor
You know the rest
I've tried to help her
I tried my best
A Girl holding a Secret
One that is so Deep
Passing it on to me
Her Secret I will Keep
I'm left here Praying
Grieved with all their Sorrows
Wondering if I should lead
Or maybe I should Follow
This Boy and Girl
Are the ones I love most
They are my friends
The ones I hold close
My blade longs for blood
A taste of bitter sadness
I am tempted to give in
We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm going to die.
No, I'm going to change into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless just one undead among thousands.
Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse backdrop. Now, I'm not so sure. It flickers constantly, illuminating the gyrating bodies of the dead like some twisted disco party. This hovel will be my resting place, or my stomping ground, depending on how you view the situation.
If you find this letter, watch out. It won't be me this letter is me, or what's left of me, Ryan. Mor
Love is TimelessLove is Timeless8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dearest my one and only,
This letter I'm solely writing is a confession of my endless love for you my dear. The heavens above know that you are my complete expression of love. As God is my witness, you alone are my most treasured possession.
It is in you that I see peaceful nights and blissful mornings for you are my forever. I am so fortunate to have you in my life because only few ever find this treasure of everlasting love. My dear, do you know that you are the only man that has made my life so full of surprises? Each day has a new beginning, a better purpose but our past is a memory you and I will always hold onto. I haven't mentioned it but when I'm curled up in our four poster bed, I would whisper my good fortune to an empty room, marvelling at the way I would call you mine. Looking back on the day when you were began courting me, when we were lying lazily on the beach, you whispered in my ear that your love for me was as countless as the sand on the seashore. I wanted you to kno