CelebrationsI do not own Transfoerms, only my OC Melry.Celebrations4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With the OC mentioned, this is not a Mary-sue. Melry is from my story "Unforeseen" and while you do not need to read it to understand this story there are a few references that will go over your head if you have not.
I hope you enjoy!
The Fourth of July. It was a special day for Americans, a day when we were supposed to remember who we were and why we were here. It was also a day to be thankful for those who had fought for us, for our freedom, for our home but more often than not its existence was overshadowed with the parades and parties and wild firework displays.
But not here.
The soldiers of N.E.S.T. had gathered together to celebrate and remember. Today wasn't just a day to be thankful to those who had made us a country. It was a day to be thankful to those who continued to keep it that way, regardless of race, ethnicity or planet of origin.
The Autobots, a warm hearted but powerful race of robotic creatures
Love...Love, today is considered first seeing a guy/girl and thinking they're cute or pretty.Love...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is knowing someone so that you want to be around them for them, not for their looks.
Love is seeing the good AND the bad in someone, and loving both sides.
Love is laughing at a joke no one else thinks is funny.
Love is wanting to act like yourself around them.
Love is being ready to be there for someone no matter what instead of wanting to let someone else handle it, like an idiot.
Love is having an argument but always finding a way to sort it out and laugh about it later.
Love, today is always misunderstood as a crush. So many people get their hearts broken because they want to move so fast, they can't see who is with them or who those people really are.
Get to know him/her and don't do anything like make the mistake of doing a certain something with him/her before you are married. no matter how they push you. then you know they just wan
Your both PrettyYour both are prettyYour both Pretty4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"That's my wax, you slagger!" Sunstreaker shouted.
"As if," Tracks said, "This is the best wax I have and I'm not going to let it be wasted on your rust covered body!" Track yelled back
"Rust covered! At least I don't sport the most primus awful shade of blue around here!"
"My blue is wonderful unlike your sunflower yellow!"
"IT'S NOT A SUNFLOWER!!!!"
"SHUT UP, BABE THE BLUE OX!!!"
"I'M NOT A COW!!!"
Off to the side of this battle of the divas was Prowl who was trying to get some of his work form the day before done. The police car sighed, the beginning of a processor ache forming in his head, and placed his data pad down upon the desk. "FEMMES," the black and white shouted, both went silent at hearing the insult, "You're both pretty, now kiss and make up or I'll throw you two in th
Din nou......mintea ţi-e ca un coş cu rufe murdare. Tot caut în el o şosetă curată, rătăcită din grabă printre cămăşi de vopsea.Din nou...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uite un ceas!Ticaie, dar nu merge.Arată ora treisprezece fix şi stă.Cred că are aceeaşi problemă ca şi tine, îi bate inima, dar mintea ii zboară departe, numai că ţie nu îţi zboară ci ţi se ascunde printre mormanele de cămăşi murdare de tempera şi mă aşteaptă s-o găsesc.În fiecare zi număr cu voce tare până la patruzeci şi patru, dar sar întotdeauna peste cinci si unsprezece. Niciodată nu m-a întrebat de ce.
Privirea ta fixă e aţintită acum asupra acelui punct mic de pe perdea; mă faci să plâng, plâng ca o proastă, stiu doar că te joci cu mine,aşa eşti tu, jucăuş, nu? Ştiu
listlessNothing's on my mind, reallylistless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe everything is
You keep your life rhythm through those beating drumsticks
Scream chaotic whispers in electric waves
Heart lit up in wildfire by the arsonist crowd,
As the crowd grows thicker
Thinner grows that trust of ours
In the electric energy hanging over our heads in this wild chaos,
I make out the silhouette of your body frame
The beat of the stilettos on the glass floor, casting laughter drowned in wine, moving pictures shouting from smooth clear surfaces.
He kept his rhythm, theories of life, to himself. For there is no space left in the world and in man's mind for thoughts of complexity and philosophical remarks; the world was built on numbers, consumes numbers, and every crook every turn every bolt and every nail was a number
They said, here's something abstract,
It's worth ten houses, this painting of listless strokes
And they gave you white paper
[For your breathtaking brush strokes, your abstruse words ]
But the whitewashed walls
NightmareWaking up with a start, instantly sitting up with a gasp, Energon tears instantly filled the sparkling's optics, however he tried not to cry out; his guardian was right next to him, therefore there was no reason to be scared. But that night-scare .. It made him wake up crying, and he did not like that at all. Still sniffling, the yellow sparkling flipped over so that he was on his servos and knee joints, and quietly began thumping along his guardian's chassis armor up to his helm. The whole time the large, black mech did not wake up, merely moving slightly and muttering in his sleep. Tears still flowing from his optics, the sparkling moved to the large mech's shoulder plating and instantly slid off of it and onto the berth with a soft thump. Again, his guardian did not awake. Moving up to the large mech's helm, instantly the sparkling fell back onto his aft plates and scooted up closer.Nightmare4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"'Hide," squeaked the sparkling, gently tapping on his guardian's helm. "'Hide, wake up." As he
Social AnxietyThe closed, locked doorSocial Anxiety5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The cold, hard floor,
I know I've been here before.
I hear the noise,
The dreadful voice.
It seems I do not have a choice.
You don't understand.
You can't comprehend
The things that haunt me deep within.
Imagine: Social PhobiaImagine being afraidImagine: Social Phobia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagine being afraid every time you have to talk to people
Imagine being afraid every time you have to call someone
Imagine being afraid every time you have to answer the door
Imagine being afraid every time you have to meet new people
Imagine having to isolate yourself just to feel safe
Imagine getting sick of the thought of going to the cinema
Imagine the loneliness
Imagine getting afraid every time a stranger asks you about something
Imagine the urge to change
Imagine the fear
Imagine thinking about what others think of you
Imagine wanting to run
Imagine almost throwing up of the thought of a new school
Imagine the others misunderstandings
Imagine their angry and disappointed faces
Imagine having to say no, even if you know that is the wrong answer
Imagine having the choice between pain and fear
Imagine the darkness
Imagine having to put yourself through fear
Imagine the questions
Imagine the weird glances
Imagine leaving your 'friends' behind
Imagine the fear o
I've mastered perfectionI think the time has come to zone out the worldI've mastered perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sit in front of my laptop
And waste these years away
I've mastered perfection
I spent all these years miserable,
But smiling on the outside
You know, I think I've found the cure to teenage sorrow
I've taken this smile
And flipped it around to my inside
Now I can even fake my smile to myself
My organs are frothing in disgust
They can no longer take this
Social AnxietyThe sudden urgeSocial Anxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hurl your phone at the floor
The moment it rings
Just to avoid any type of confrontation
That aching inside your stomach
When you know the clear answer to the question
And something inside is screaming to raise your hand
But it's gone limp at your side
The moment someone asks a common question
But it strikes a nerve
And you feel a flush crawl up your face
They weren't supposed to know about that.
When something unrelated sneaks up in your mind
And fighting back the tears seems so impossible
While a war rages on in your head
Just bite your tongue and show nothing
Nothing brings more dread than that horrible word
When your words fumble out of your mouth
And desperately try to find the right order
Your palms will sweat
And you'll pick at your nails
Just keep your head low
And hope no one will notice you
Sometimes silence will be worst
And so you'll stutter and ramble about nothing at all
Until you bite down as hard as you can
In hopes of keeping your nervou
Nothing WorksNothing worksNothing Works4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is broken
It's all shattered
Never to be put back together
The pieces scattered
It's all gone
Nothing here mattered.
Painting the WorldLet them doPainting the World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whatever they want to
Just come into this blank room with me
And help me paint the world
With our own colors
We'll live our own way
The way we were meant to
If you get lonely,
I'll paint you a dog
If you get needy
I'll paint you a big house
If you get lost
I'll hold you close
And remind you of our imaginary world.
Forget about them
Forget about hate
Forget about violence
Sing Me A SongI sit in my roomSing Me A Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark
Listening to that one
That speaks to me
That relates to me
The tears come.
I don't remember that last time
Not before this
All those times didn't matter
This time i cried for myself
Everything i am
Everything i'm not.
Poor, Twisted GirlThere's a girl who sits on her bed all day. The morning passes, and as does night, but she doesn't move more than a couple of muscles. She paints pills on her fingernails, and etches tiny words along the edges of her heart.Poor, Twisted Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she's nervous she bites her lip, and when she's frustrated she pinches her neck. They are both a sparkling, beautiful red.
She hates more than she loves, but loves with such an intensity, it matches nothing else. It scares her.
Sometimes her fingernails dig into her palm a little too long, and she gets marks. Everyone tells her it's a typical sign of self-hatred, but she knows it's a sign of slow, but progressive self-improvement.
Every month or so, she changes her morals and perspectives. She is never the same person twice. She manages to hold on to the same friends for years without tiring of them, but cannot say the same for her own personality.
Sometimes she hates poetry, other times there is nothing more peaceful in the world. She never has a favorite band
The Borderline Its hard to find love when your heart isn't working correct,The Borderline6 years ago in Open More Like This
and when emotions become a strange non working substance,
when you can't feel things the way other people feels them,
and when you are told that you are cold and drained from empathy.
I yearn for acceptance and someone to love me
All I want is someone to understand that I'm not hurting people on purpose
But sometimes I suspect people hurting me on purpose
And sometimes I just don't see why I'm more twisted than everybody else.
after midnight.the nightmares dangleafter midnight.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in front of bruised and red-lined eyes,
taunts and hands that creep
under paper skin in dream-land
( the minutes trace
lines up the knobs of her
right up until they
reach the fur of hair
on her neck,
when her eyes fly open with
from me to you,dear someonefrom me to you,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the world,
it is endlessly sunny here
and the grass is sometimes brown
and the water pipe burst earlier,
leaving the taps lifeless
and tomorrow, the sun
will rise at 4.30 in the morning
it already is tomorrow:
it is almost 1.00 ear
Shadows of a Mannequinlife seems to want to laugh in my faceShadows of a Mannequin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I am stuck
like a cloud strung up in the sky
and all I can see are my memories, ruined
stars in the night,
I wish I could help you
but anything you mention of it
causes shivers to rise at the back of my neck and
it's too selfish to tell you.
you were who inspired me to get better
and now you're who's unseeingly tempting me back.
along with the rest of the world,
the sky sometimes makes me feel so trapped
we're all ants beneath a blanket,
squirming to free themselves as it lowers
and suffocates everyone
in their own personal hell that somehow resembles
when you think about it,
is it worth it?
is it worth the hunger and the people you'll
and the fatigue and the health problems that
and death, when you can't heal?
I remember the beauty of the shadows
between my rib bones, behind my collarbone,
the juts right up the middle of my back
IronyIrony has a strange way of creeping into someone's lifeIrony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scream so no one will hear
I laugh so no one will suspect
I shrug so no one will matter
I write so no one will know
I read so no one will ask
I love so no one will hate
I hate so no one will love
Confined InsideConfined within these four wallsConfined Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all i'm left to do
think about life
or lack of life
we are all too obsessed with
with stupid insecurities
we can never get over ourselves
and think beyond these four walls
we are all trapped behind.
Social AnxietyDay 1.Social Anxiety4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wake up to the aching murmur of my heart,
The sweating of my dry, shivering palms,
I do not want to wake up this morning.
Get dressed in something casual,
I refuse to be flashy or impressive,
It will draw too much tension, too much wandering eyes,
I do not want to be watched today.
Take a little extra from the pill bottle,
Hopefully it will work today,
Because I want to talk to that one person, but can't,
I do not want to fail again today.
I sit in the back of the class looking into space,
Tapping my fingers swiftly when a phantom says hello,
I do not want to sound stupid and embarass myself today.
Walking towards the lunchroom, heart racing or stopping,
I quickly make a U-turn in the opposite direction,
Walk into the stall and pout to be safe,
I do not want to go into that room today.
I walk home from school, alone and afraid,
Are the passing cars laughing at the way that I strut along the sidewalk?
Or are they watching me with humourous smirks, waiting for me to take a glance,
Social AnxietyShe thought he was beautiful.Social Anxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thought she was perfect.
She scrutinised herself when he was with other girls;
She was the only one he saw.
He was the last thing on her mind at night.
He woke with an image of her smile.
He would listen out for her in crowds.
She would strain to hear his name.
He could never draw his eyes away;
She could never look.
He would share his umbrella to keep her from getting wet-
She always hoped for rain.
He once wrote her a letter to express his admiration.
She couldn't read his writing.
She promised herself that she would tell him.
He decided it was time to come clean.
She would hide her face when he came near,
And he would brush her hair back for her.
He would study the soft oval of her countenance
And she would lift her chin and look into his eyes.
And he would smile
And all barriers would fall between them
And all doubt would evaporate for one single, perfect moment.
And he would know she loved him.
And she would know he was hers.
He clears his
Noi doi. Tu. Eu.Nu există noiNoi doi. Tu. Eu.6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
doar un tu
şi un eu
pe două rânduri
Nu există noi
doar un tu şi un eu
Nu există noi
doar un tu acum
şi un eu
Nu există noi
doar un tu real
şi un eu în oglindă-
o imagine a ce-am fost
şi ce-aş fi putut să fiu.
Nu există noi
doar un tu pământean
şi un eu
cu aripi frânte
Nu există noi
doar un tu mereu departe
şi un eu
aici, acum, în oglindă,
Nu există noi
doar un tu nepăsător
şi un eu cu inimi frânte.
Nu există noi
doar un tu jucător,
un tu actor
un eu retras şi închis
Nu există noi,
doar un tu gol
şi un eu prea plin
de ploi, de eternitate, de scoici, de mări, de sori şi de tine.
Nu există noi.</i>
through the glass of a time-turner you really have no idea how it isthrough the glass of a time-turner3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be another hourglass to knock over, to
remain something vile and used, so
i'll hope for your innocence all
over again. and he'll force
me down in my night-
falling like a