CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
some nightssome nights i lay awake and replay the good times. over and over again, like a famous lullaby. i fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. it always plays the same. the way we used to be. happy, flawless, and so in love. everything just falls into place. squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. holding onto me as if you're afraid i'll disappear. making the promises we thought we'd keep. whispering all those sweet nothings.some nights5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
some nights, i still love you.
some nights, i think you still love me too.
Poem Translated...Listen to the caw. He calls in fearPoem Translated...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for his mother, shouting: This is my voice
being put to rest. A whole. A breve.
lay your cupped hands around my waist, kiss
the bones no one cares to kiss? The scraped
elbow, the pinky. My tenor cleft chin.
you cannot hear me from the way you swing
the jib, catching this light breeze off Erie. Already
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story9 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
SaudadeI've found it: the word I've been searching for.Saudade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A word that feels like nostalgia, but so much
heavier and so much more bittersweet (sadder, quiter, softer)a word made of
vague and dreamy wistfulness, but with an aftertaste like lemon on metal
(lazy summer days lying beside you in the grass, watchinghopingwishing)
A word for wanting what you once had.
A word for wanting what you can't have.
A word for what could be
(the way my cheek caught fire as you tucked my hair behind my ear
you said it looked better that way, and I thought, maybe, just maybe)
And what could never be
(wishinghopingdreamingbut you've got your arms around her and
your hand in hers, and I've never seen you smile like that before)
Yes, I've finally found the word to say it:
It was <
life among the starsInk runs through her veins more than blood. Her words dance through her mind faster than her fingers can comprehend. She loves too hard and cracks hearts like candy. She lives in the Milky Way, dancing on Saturn's rings and sleeping on the moon.life among the stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the world she lives in, far away from anyone else. No one can touch her heart or look into her eyes to find her soul. She's perfectly content living in her world of pretend with no one but the stars to comfort her.
It's a shame she has to wake up sometimes...
MidnightMidnightMidnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the glimmer behind stars,
the peak of the clock,
the backdrop against her glass slippers.
It rings clocktower bells
across whispering forests gone
silent, awaiting the fresh breeze of morning
where glass becomes plastic.
Dewdrops slick sweet grass
while apple wood smoke steams
from stone-cut chimneys that pizzicato
the village like tombstones,
burying the short-lived romance
PreparationsgloamingPreparations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back-burning the parched winter fields
a red rouge pair of spot-fires flicker
the darkening skyline
a thin smoky smudge
of gloss pink
the farmers girl preparing
for a night on the town
How to be a MotherNo one ever sang me, little girl songs.How to be a Mother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So excuse me baby, if I get the words wrong.
No one ever took the time, to braid my hair.
So I might not know how, but I'm getting there.
I didn't have anyone, to teach me to cook.
But I promise that YOU, won't have to learn from a book.
The love I feel for you, is like that for no other.
Because you're the one who's taught me,
how to be a Mother.
Alakazam ReportAlakazam (the Psi Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Psychic-type Pokémon found among grassy fields, meadows and caves within the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Kalos regions as well as the Unova region on rare occasions. Amazingly powerful and practically unrivaled among Psychic-types for their abilities, Alakazam are devastating creatures that can easily tear apart the opposition with their immense psychic powers and incredible intelligence. Unless you have access to some strong special defenses and a lot of physical strength, you had best be prepared for one heck of a fight every time these creatures enter the battlefield; get in their way, and you'll certainly find out just how dangerous things can be when you have to go one-on-one with a true master of the extrasensory!Alakazam Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When exposed to certain energy fields (such as those found in trading devices), Kadabra undergo rapid and spontaneous growth and their brain expands so considerably in size that they finally gain full con
Death of a Queen The Queen of Olomar had always been a stunning beauty, but in death her loveliness was magnified. Her face was white and pristine like a porcelain doll, framed by the golden, perfect tangles of her hair. Her crystal eyes were closed, peaceful, as if dreams, not death, had taken her, and her pink lips were parted, a permanent mold of her calm and final breath. But it was her warmth more than anything that made her so lovely in death, for although life had slipped from her ethereal form, the warmth of her heart remained, and her body could not grow cold.Death of a Queen4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was the tale that the people of Olomar would tell in the months following, amongst each other and to curious foreigners passing through. In a few years many would actually convince themselves that the tale was true. But no one who had been there would ever be able to forget the horror that was the true death of Queen Emma.
Fading StarsFading StarsFading Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When one of a person's brightest stars fades to black,
All that seems to be left behind is a void of pain, abandonment, and regret
Many have been touched like this I know, even I
Hearts are broken,
Wills are shattered,
And the tears never seem to stop raining.
To have those memories end so abruptly is so cruel
But did you ever think that the one's we've lost are still alive?
Alive in the memories with made, the good and the bad?
In the videos or the photographs, in the jokes or the jewelry?
So the one's loved are never really lost,
As long as we cherish their lives in our hearts.
BirdcageNothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.Birdcage5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with him, after which she would have sworn there was no moment, that she'd always loved him.
I try to place things, to tell the story to myself, but you cannot know the story of a life; you can only tell a new story from theirs, as one cannot speak with another's tongue.
Whilst other children would be given sweets, I would have to excavate them. Taught t
Lugia ReportLugia (the Diving Pokémon) is a legendary Psychic/Flying-type Pokémon found within the deepest parts of the world’s oceans globally. Renowned for their incredible power and devastating control over the weather, Lugia are magnificent beasts that few ever get the chance to see…and probably for good reason. If you manage to spot one of these creatures while on a boating expedition, you had better be prepared for the worst, because if it flaps its wings in the wrong direction, you might end up taking a rougher journey than Noah ever could have!Lugia Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Because of their exceptional rarity, little is known about Lugia in terms of anatomy and behavior; what little there is to tell, however, serves perfectly as a testament to their power. The broad wings of Lugia are specially designed to work equally well above and below the water much like wooden oars; unfortunately, this makes flight dangerous for creatures above ground, as a simple flap of their wings in the air is enough to
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
ProdigalShe made hot chocolate that morning -Prodigal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that sticks to the mug
and burns -
and baked an apple cobbler,
deep dish warm with butter and fruit,
for the prodigal had returned.
She turned out the sheets
on his bed
and hung his jeans
out to dry -
the bright flag of denim
announcing his return
to everyone on the street.
Slowly the neighbors trickled in
to wonder and gape -
offerings of spiced ham
and ale, brown bread with raisins
and freshly knitted socks and mufflers
in soft merino shades -
all bundled as if in tribute.
They wanted to see
if he could still sing Amazing Grace
in his fine tenor voice
and drink the men under a table,
his fists the only answer
left lingering in the dark.
They hoped to see
the tall buildings
in his cheeks,
and the alley's long shadows
bruising the skin
at his temples;
and maybe he had stories
birthed in wine
and women's hips that would
steam the bite
off their jaws
and make their wives blush.
For a city left its mark,
as if proof was needed
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the silence of spiders
heavy in our chests,
our hearts curling in
on themselves like
leaves in autumn.
Lungs unfurl into the
there is a breath, a whisper--
This dying wind whistles
through empty throats,
as if to murmur a warning,
perhaps, that we threaten
along our hipbones.
Perish Song ReportMove Name: Perish SongPerish Song Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Battle Classification: Technique
Total number of affected targets: 2-6
Range: All present Pokémon
Direct contact needed to initiate technique: No
Base Power: -
Accuracy Rate: -
PP: 5 (maximum 8)
Though seemingly useless aside from the purpose of self-sacrifice, the Perish Song technique is a potentially devastating move capable of literally leveling the playing field and defeating any Pokémon that stays around too long after hearing it. Much as its name suggests, the Perish Song technique involves singing a tragic and dreadful melody so depressing that it will effectively render any Pokémon that hears it completely unable to battle after a short amount of time. It may not have the benefit of protecting its user from its own effects, but when a really difficult opponent needs to be defeated and there are no other options, the Perish Song can certainly be among the most powerful and dangerous tools of last-resort available to a Poké
Horn Drill ReportMove Name: Horn DrillHorn Drill Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Battle Classification: Physical Attack
Total number of affected targets: 1
Range: 1 adjacent target other than user
Direct contact needed to initiate attack: Yes
Base Power: OHKO
Accuracy Rate: (Level of user-Level of opponent) + 30% [0% when level difference is negative]
PP: 5 (maximum 8)
Though a shot in the dark might be more accurate than this move ever will be on a good day, the Horn Drill attack is an absolutely devastating move that throws all stats aside in the name of sheer destructive power. Much as its name suggests, the Horn Drill attack involves striking the opposition with a horn rotating at high speeds, ripping through flesh and armor alike without any favor towards defenses. While it might be the least common of the known moves that have the capacity to instantly knock out an opponent and is beyond difficult to pull off properly in any battle, the slightest sound of a hard, pointed object piercing through an opponent's side and the pai
Orion, UpOrion, UpOrion, Up7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
god is asleep,
but lambs are bleating.
In heaven, Orion is cartwheeling
through the southern sky, tall and thin
and far away. He is your constellation,
and has been these three years.
A cigarette flicked toward empyrean fails
and falls onto desert
plants, unseasonably full from autumn
rainstorms that sweep me up, churning and silt-laden,
across borders, against the months
and haybale sheep, grazing
under a goosedown sky.
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