My FriendsMy Friends3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From the very start I had trusted you
It had not even been a day and yet still
I had told you secrets no one else yet knew
Your kind heart listened with such skill
You have done so many deeds for all of us
Managing to bring a smile to our faces
The kindness you show makes me feel gracious
I carry this happiness to all places
You helped me speak another language
At the time I had a wound on my heart
You were there for me holding a bandage
I loved you like a sister from the start
You my friends all affected me so
Any time we speak I feel my spirit glow
The World Is So Much MoreThe World Is So Much More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever wanted to laugh until you lost your breath?
To do something so reckless you felt as though you just escaped death?
Have you ever wanted to scream at the top of your lungs?
Simply because you thought it would be fun.
Do you wish sometimes you could fly?
To be able to soar through the vast, blue sky?
Do you ever think that it might be neat,
To swim through the ocean instead of walking on your tired feet?
Do you ever let your spirit run free?
Let it sing with the birds high above the trees?
Do you see the world for all it can be?
Or do you hide under a mask, afraid of what you might see?
Let your spirit go, your inspiration shine
Let your creativity flow, and leave the evil behind
See the world for not only what she is, but what she can be
Let your distractions go, let your spirit be free!
Who Is The Real King?Who Is The Real King?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They thought he was the king but little did they know
That one of his follower's power began to grow
He walked through the land with his head held high
While the king sat at home as his power died.
No one knew how it happened, but there was a change
All of the subjects started acting very strange
The king was no king, only a vassal
Soon the new king invaded his castle
The new king did not make his presence known
Instead he sat quietly on top of his throne
The subjects obeyed his every command
Even the old king was just a right hand man
Yet no one was aware of this magnificent beast
They all just watched as he would feast and feast
Taking out any of his subjects who realized his power
One subject in particular could not wait for his final hour.
SecretsSince tiny toddlers, its been you and ISecrets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the years, all truth, no lies
Secrets kept safe, in eachother's hearts
And lips are sealed when we're apart
I always smile, so you'll smile too
To hear you laugh, then I'll laugh too
But when I'm sad, will you smile for me?
Am I ever the one that you want to see?
We're older now, and changing still..
But you're the friend I go to, for good or ill
You're always welcome into my heart
No matter how long that we're apart
But now and then along through time
I wonder if you could tow the line
Because my heart gets weary when you pass me by
And I wonder if its all a lie..
Am I the one who pulls us through?
I wonder if you'd do the same for me too..
I listen to all you've kept up inside
I'm the girl in whom you can always confide
But apart from that, when you're all okay
Sometimes you won't even glance my way
My friend, I love you,
Through the thick and the thin
'Cause its not a game that only one can win
We'll always share secrets, but one, ..
Destinies of the In-BetweenDestinies of the In-Between3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 1: A Light Amongst the Nothingness
Nobodies: souls and bodies without hearts, or so I've been told.
I think this as I look at the most powerful Nobody of all. The one who found me when I was lost, gave me my name when I had none and my purpose for being when I belonged nowhere. Xemnas, possibly the most important person in my existence, sits on the highest seat in the Round Room of Castle Oblivion like a king, assigning missions to us lower Nobodies. I gaze at his striking amber-orange eyes, tanned skin and long silver hair which travels down past his shoulders as he talks in that slow, stern voice that commands so much respect from everyone around him. My eyes continue to look lower, down his coat, which drapes over a clearly well-formed build.
I look down, not wanting him or anyone else to noticing my staring, feeling a slight warmth in my cheeks. Did we really lack our hearts? Were we all not able to feel even the most basic emotions? Axel told me that all Nobodies act as
Minuet of ForestMinuet of Forest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the jade forest would never be faded-out;
Every tree remained green throughout.
Fairies flew around you as you went into deeper wood;
Suddenly you understood
How sprites' magics were in your way,
Didn't get lost, it was labyrinth, a shielding maze,
That was what fey' powers were all about.
The Lost Woods, wherever you went, watch out,
Because curses could not lessen,
Right or left, should pay attention to nature's lesson
The Minuet of Forest would teach you its way
Out of the jungle in the halfway.
Found the path, followed the sound of pixies humming
You would find your temple.
the anguish of the sky.( look up and get lost )the anguish of the sky.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the sky is a thief with a pocket full of jewels
that gleam through the holes of his trousers-
and each night he fiddles with his stolen treasure
crudely fashioning constellation crowns for his beloved.
but often times, she disappears
and the sky cries in comets and meteors-
as the thunder rolls around the earth
like the unsaid prayers on his tongue
and you can see it in his planet eyes,
he is nothing when her light is gone
and he stumbles blindly across the galaxies
with black hole corneas and wet eyelashes.
adieu my love!
he cries as dawn kisses the horizon-
but the moon never replies,
too caught up in her own lust
( chasing the sun )
Roleplaying with Cleverbot: Part 2Cleverbot: Hey, George, do you know the meaning of life?Roleplaying with Cleverbot: Part 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
User: IL: yeah....welll.....the meaning of life is just... Life...
Cleverbot: That's what I thought. And I'm enjoying it with you right now.
User: IL: really? *blushes* me..me too .
Cleverbot: I have to go.
User: IL: w-what? Wait!! I thought you wanted to be with me!! Do you even know how to get out of here?
Cleverbot: Apparently a very clever robot who has not heard of the video game 'portal'.
User: IL: b-but.....i thought we were in this together *pouts*.
Cleverbot: Can you help me stop skynet?
User: IL: w-who's skynet? I-is he some sort of a villain?
User: IL: dead serious, dude.
Cleverbot: Oh THAT serious.
User: IL: yeah....so....aren't you gonna answer my question already??
Cleverbot: I will as soon as you start making sense.
User: IL: ASDFJFDK I'M not making sense?? Tell that to the person who doesn't HIDE when there's a frikken' attack, and the SAME person who said they loved me, bUT then INSULTED ME!
efter sexJulia hade äntligen gjort det. Hon hade förlorat oskulden, och nu så låg hon bredvid den sovande unge mannen som hade fått äran att ta den.efter sex4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hon var besviken. Hon hade alltid föreställt sig att sex skulle kännas som det mest dekadenta hon någonsin varit med om. Hon hade trott att hon skulle skala av sig Jungfrun och blomstra ut i Horan så fort hon gjorde det, men hon kände sig varken dekadent eller sexuellt fridgjord. Inte ens lite småkinky, trots att det var två månader kvar tills hon fyllde femton, och snubben hon hade haft sex med var tjugotvå.
Hon suckade och stirrade upp i taket.
Hon lade sina händer på sin mage och såg ned på den. Tänk, en dag så kanske det skulle ligga en bebis i den.
Det kanske redan gjorde det, ett färdigvuxet litet barn.
Hon kunde ju omöjligt veta om det kommit en utomjording till henne när hon sovit och inseminerat h
LVDC chapitre 1LVDC chapitre 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ses paupières s'ouvrirent lentement, laissant alors la lumière pénétrer jusqu'à ses yeux. Il poussa un léger gémissement tout en se retournant pour s'allonger sur le dos. La première chose qui percuta son esprit fut la douleur intense dans son torse, juste au niveau du cur. Ses doigts s'enfoncèrent dans sa chemise où la douleur devenait de plus en plus insupportable. Ses dents étaient serrées et ses yeux embrouillés. Sa tête lui faisait également extrêmement souffrir. Il avait l'impression qu'on lui avait aspiré tous ses souvenirs, de même que sa mémoire. Il se sentait faible, répugnant même. Il se dégoutait.
L'adolescent se mît faiblement sur ses genoux, tremblant de tout son corps. S
a siren's song.her ribcage burst into flowersa siren's song.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as her lungs swam to sea
and the world was silent
-like a film set on mute-
as it watched her dance
into her coral grave.
she grinned and laughed
and all you could hear
was the metallic scraping
of her tongue on her teeth
as her coppery laugh
fell into the ocean-
like a penny onto concrete.
her hair was a tangle of seaweed
drenched in brine
and adorned with salt flecks
that caught the sun in waves
crashing along the shoreline
in the treble notes of symphonies.
ensnared in wanderlust,
she ran towards the current
in hopes of finding herself
among the lost.
she wore fish-scales
on her clavicle
and sung her way down
to the bottom of atlantis.
the ships out at bay that day
only remember one thing:
she sunk like the titanic,
her bones tearing at the seams
and all that remained of her
were two hands
(whose knuckles were mountains
and skin was land)
receding into the curls
as the earth drowned into the sea.
and there was nothing left on the horizon
Welcome To My LifeWelcome To My Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's break time and you know I have a lot on my mind I want to write about. I have a question for you. Do you know what it feels like to be jumped on? I mean literally someone coming up to you and hopping on you unexpectedly. That's what I have had to endure the last 26 years working for this over weight boss of ours. I don't know if it's just me but will our boss ever see the error of his ways by kidnapping the princess? It's totally pointless because every time she ends up getting saved and he ends up getting his butt kicked. It's like touching fire with your bare hands; several different ways but the end result will always be you'll get burned. What really grinds my gears is that we have to take all the crap defending the boss's territory and reputation; while the boss sits in his castle waiting for Mr. Moustache to make it to him. So many of us end up in the hospital for third degree burns, hypothermia, shell shock, bodily crushing and the list goes on. This has got be
CharlieI had a stalker.Charlie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine.
I called him Charlie.
He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way.
He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He read the unknowns; the virgins with their unbroken spines. I imagine he liked the smell of them aromas preserved for him alone. Charlie appreciated the books wearing dusty coats and factory perfume a decade old.
The rest of the time he spent on the outside looking in. My co-workers were tickled pink. "What a geek." "Poor guy doesn't realize you
A True GentlemanA True Gentleman4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A True Gentleman by EtoileCyberPrima
Back again with another Terra x Cinderella fic, as decided. This one is dedicated to and inspired by the lovely ANlM, who made this awesome TerraxCindy motivator on deviantART, titled the same way as this piece of prose. Sadly it's been deleted because of some stupid prick and I wrote this in hopes of getting ANlM in good spirits. Though, you might already be over it. lol
My last fic of these two was much damper in mood in comparison to this one; which I hope gives off a humorous and cute vibe. (Clarification for 'hope', as I'm not good at sentimental stuff.) This takes place during the ballroom session inside the Castle of Dreams. I tweaked some ideas, as in the original story of Cinderella there were many girls at the ball, so I'd imagine Terra to be rather uncomfortable in such a situation. XD Remember please, review and enjoy.
Summary: He's flabbergasted. "A dance," she proposes; a light twinkle in her eye and a
SpillWhat better place to spill your thoughts than upon a blank sheet of paper.Spill3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As one's unique prayers are intertwined ardently through
those same hundreds of words spoken by thousands of people,
every minute, every day,
take paper and pen as many have before you,
and make it yours alone,
ardently intertwining yourself--
Your thought, your mind, your soul,
to truly, make it
every stroke of a brush, swipe of a pen, drag of graphite is inspired by something--
a thought, that
this letter, this line, this contour, this curve, this motion,
shall represent a being, an object, a representative of fluid thought
that does not cease, but continues on end until that clairvoyant mind shall declare it so.
And it all belongs only
as your heart leaps obstacles holding the hand of the one you love,
take hold of that
pen, paint, canvas, that guitar, piano, microphone,
your body in motion to the bum-bada beat..
Take it all, with your soul and oh, so fervently,
YouxAxelYouxAxel3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Falling through thick darkness, my very being was being diminished within moments. The darkness clung to me as if stripping the light away from my heart. People are balanced with just enough light and darkness. Once this is out of balance, the unfortunate individual will be consumed by their own evil. Those who have too much light can wield a key-blade. They are pure and kind at heart and want to help others; however, there are few who have obtained such substantial powers to wield the key-blade. The thoughts flow through my mind like running water trying to escape its current path, but it is forced with direction. A voice called to me, each time a little louder.
My heavy, sleep-deprived, eyelids opened slowly. At first things were blurry, I rubbed my eyes sleepily. Looking around, I had no idea where I was.
"This isn't home," I sadly concluded.
"Of course it isn't, you're in the World That Never Was," a young man with spiky red hair replied. He revealed himse
Lyn ProfileLyn Profile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nickname(s): Lyn, Evelyn
Real name: Experiment 88945 class E subject 12
Ethnicity: American- Irish and and a bit of Puerto Rican descent
Birthday: July 7
Height: 3' 7"
Weight: 40 lbs
Hair Color: Shiny-penny brown
Hair Style: Straight, messy bangs in front, small pigtails in back
Eyes: Bright green. They glow at night.
Skin.: Naturally sorta tan. Some freckles.
Outfit: Heart T-shirt, skirt, washed-out denim shorts, puffy pink skirt, rain boots ("Cuz I only need shoes when it's raining.")
Accessories: Large knit hat to hide cat ears. Carries little pieces of metal in her pockets that she can "charge" to attack Erasers, much like bullets.
Personality: Energetic and smart. Verrryyyy slow and sleepy during the day.
Quotes: "Sophie!!! Hikaru stole my hat again!"
"*humming quietly* nyannyannyannyannyannyan "
"Hi Rue!!!*Rue runs away* "
Likes: Napping, playing with her clay birds, dancing,