Setting SailSetting Sail10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stretch to look upon an ocean
vast and bleak,
thrilled by the Asian face
to shed a shine of glossy varnish
and leave untrammelled beauty
still intact after so long.
Inside, the hauling up of cargo,
fresh oranges, limes,
and something surly to go with bread:
musty bookends prop charts uncanny;
luminance at the windows,
in dead of night deckhands sweat at work.
Stare down quickening tide, white with breakers,
no need to look further
while the foam of distance flails
and taunts with beckoning candour;
nostrils screaming the scent of bitter salt,
and thistles grow down to the beach
using space without reservation.
Put your shoulder to this buttress,
boys; the dam un-breached.
For every breathing outcast, learn to sail
and let's be turning South;
rope and sandalwood decks adrift
in unquiet fire,
shout Truth from each loosed tirade.
I look again to the sea amassing
strength to challenge.
My will to live breathes spray anew,
enough to gasp at Dachau.
Its a Puppy's LifeIts a Puppy's Life10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The group of farmers stood in a circle around the cowering puppy that had crawled out of the forest. The puppy was a fluffy white thing, and very small, with brilliant golden eyes. The white fur was not why they stared though; it was the odd red markings in his muzzle and the crescent moon on the pup's forehead that had them curious.
"Never saw a dog looked like this before." One young man said as he knelt and stared into the frightened pup's eyes.
"Me neither. Those eyes are sorta creepy. They don't look right, somehow." The puppy whined, as if it understood them and backed away from the men who were talking.
"Hey you're scaring the poor thing…" said a little girl as she knelt and held her hand out to the puppy. Its long ears flattened to its head but it sniffed and crept closer to her. Her wide brown eyes sparkled with a kindly curiosity as she stroked the puppy's silk soft fur. She smiled at the lost puppy and was rewarded with a soft little tongue licking her fingers. However a lar
the city is a mouththe city is a mouth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says this is
my last cigarette
Generosity :Kabuto Poem:Generosity :Kabuto Poem:7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing I gave was my ear.
I heard what you had to say.
Which lead to giving my loyalty.
You graciously let me stay.
Then you asked for my face.
(Yours was far too well known)
My eyes would prove quite helpful,
Though they weren't as keen as your own.
The next thing I gave was my skill.
My strength helped when yours was gone.
My mind I gave you as well.
You filled it up before long.
My opinions I rarely gave.
I knew you'd just throw them away.
And you never asked for my heart.
(If you had, who knows what I'd say)
And still, I've never stopped giving.
Slowly what's mine becomes yours.
I've given you all I ever had.
Now I can give you no more.
8th April, 19738th April, 197310 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Avignon knows that April has arrived;
a week has passed, and perfection closed -
who has seen the crazy life inside?
The Man recants, his life deformed, perhaps,
should shelter become intensified
and an easier existence found for tortured Art.
When War came, and open flowed expense,
can curling pleasure hurt the Earth
now that pain is documented?
In Heart's true strength the burden passed
into quiet ceasing moments; years;
fragrant pastures blaze in golden light.
She is softness, your Renaissance, old man;
ninety famous stretches, fulsome workaholic -
pretty Jacqueline, clothed at last; your love.
I remember you from trainsI remember you from trains11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next train to depart from Platform One will be the four-thirty-two, Flinders Street, stopping all stations to Flinders Street except East Richmond.
...And right on time again, she shows up. Yellow t-shirt and denim skirt. Today, she's wearing glasses that I haven't seen her with before and they make her look like a librarian, especially combined with the long, deep, deep, brown hair. I don't need to look her up and down like I have in the past. I have her memorised. After seeing her every Sunday at the same time for six weeks, I could almost convince myself that I know her. After all, I have seen a multitude of her moods. I know how she looks when she rubs her eyes, when she walks, when she smiles, and when she closes her eyes. I could nearly fall in love with her for real when she's asleep.
The train arrives, I open the door for her and sit down about six seats away facing towards her. I have to do this surreptitiously though. I can't let her know that I've chosen t
Laundry Day--the ficLaundry Day--the fic9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and every Civvie for seven blocks knew to keep a good ten foot distance between themselves and Jak.
Seems like any ol' day in the life of Haven's two least respected (and only) heroes, right? Well, actually, the people of the Haven had a fairly good reason to shun the blonde and his Ottsel this morning.
The pair had just gotten back from a mission in the sewers.
Needless to say, they were smelling…a little ripe at the moment.
"I need a bath," Daxter announced (whined) loudly from his pouting spot atop Jak's shoulder guard. "I smell like…dear 'cursor's, I don't wanna know what I smell like."
"We could head over to the Baron's fountains," Jak suggested absently as he scouted the skies for a zoomer he preferred.
Daxter opened his furry trap to answer but his reply was cut short as Jak's comm. burst from the confines of the hero's clothing and began to hover around in the air. "Jak," came Torn's smoking-damaged voice. "We need yo
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
amor de lejos.you used to blow into my ear while i wasamor de lejos.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to fall asleep.
i'd laugh and pull off both of our shirts, kiss
you chest and ears and eyelids until neither
of us could breathe. afterwards you'd sleepily
call me your little snuggle puppy, curve your
body around mine, and just when you'd close
your eyes i'd laugh and blow into your ear.
we never used to have any change because
we'd go downtown and feed the parking meters
by hand, like they were curious metal monsters.
you could never resist helplessness, which is
probably why you love me.
i used to make up songs about your socks.
i used to rub your back in front of your parents.
i used to fiddle with your knees while you drove.
i used to cry on the phone to you about my ex.
i used to tell you that you and i would never be
anything more than friends.
(i used to believe it, too. but you never did.)
you used to wear jeans that were dyed fuschia.
you used to finish off my bowls of melted ice cream.
you used to push me on the swings, higher,
Weighted Companion CubeToday is another day of testing,Weighted Companion Cube8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk through the cold, white rooms,
As I stop, calmly resting,
A hatch opens, and drops you in my life.
Your cold, hard exterior, a shell,
Your metal covers your soft heart,
You came to rescue me from hell,
And now we walk together.
I jump atop you, and you make me taller,
We run along the long white room,
And even as the corridor gets smaller,
I know you'll save us from all problems.
You act as shield, weight and friend,
As a stool, you have no better,
And then she speaks, and I fear the end,
You hold the button, I press the switch.
The hatch opens, to a flaming grave,
She tells me all this must be done,
Suddenly, you speak to me, say I must be brave,
I worry for my sanity, as you start to smile.
I wonder how a cube could grin,
But then the warm air reminds me,
I want to keep you, greed is my sin,
She speaks again, an angry tone.
I lift you up, above your fiery demise,
Once again, you speak to me,
You tell me that there will be a surprise,
Once I fin
black and blueshes a bitch.black and blue6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hes a gentleman.
she tricks him.
he loves her.
she beckons him.
he follows her.
she breaks him.
he misses her.
do i need to pin him down
and punch him until hes black and blue
and smack him around
and kick him with steel-toed boots
and, more or less, beat his ass
in order for him to look at me
Half-life 01010111 01100101 00001010 01100001Half-life8 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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BatcheloretteBatcheloretteBatchelorette10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl…
It had happened again. Another fight, another slammed door, another weeping session. It was the same thing every weekend, but this time, there was something else, something different. This time, there was a feeling in the air; a sadness so deep that even his alien heart felt it. He tried to ignore it, tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use.
Cursing vilely in his own language, he jumped out of the tree he called home, and stalked into the house. He paused to try to remember where her room was, and heard something odd. He followed the sound into the main room of the house, and was forced to listen once more. He found her sitting curled up behind a chair, in the corner. She was rocking and crying almost silently, though with sobs so deep they threatened to break her ribs. He'd never seen her like this; she'd always seemed so
Another Ending"It's my win, Near."Another Ending7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Light Yagami stood and stared at the white-haired child before him. The boy sported a smug grin, a confident grin. He was so sure he had won, he actually believed he was a step ahead of the God of the new world! Arrogant moron.
Light was also smiling. It was a smile that didn't spell prideful victory as much as twisted insanity. His pupils were dilated to pin points, and he was straining with all his will to keep from laughing too soon. The men behind him, the Japanese task force, looked pitiful. They were shaking and covering their heads, with their eyes squeezed shut and beads of nervous sweat gathering on their brows.
The longest forty seconds of Light's life finally ended. The smile melted away from Near's pale face as he clutched his chest and gasped, then fell to the floor. Willing all the strenghth he had left, he spoke the last query of his short, worthless life.
Light hastily revealed his agenda before near slipped into the cold void of dea
Best Beyblade Summary in 50 sBest Beyblade Summary in 50 s11 years ago in Humor More Like This
Daichi: Battle me!
Tyson: No way!
Daichi: Battle me!
Tyson: No way!
Daichi: Are you chicken?
Tyson: … Just for that, I'm challenging you to a battle!
Daichi: BUT IT'S MY HOME TOO!!! OMG I BELONG HERE!!! LET GOOOOOOO TYSON!!!! *proceeds to break every mirror in the house with high-pitched voice*
Tyson: Are you guys excited that one of you is going to be my bitch, er, I mean, tournament buddy? It's a real shame one of you is gonna get canned.
Tyson: OMG WHY IS EVERYONE LEAVING ME??? *pulls a Harry Potter*
Kenny: Well, I'm still here for you, buddy!
Tyson: WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!?! *acts with the maturity of a rubber ducky*
Kenny: … Gee, thanks.
Judy: Hello, Max. I am your cold-hearted bitch of a mother who's decided to drag you away from your home and friends so I can have a world champion on my team. Welcome home, son!
Max: I love you too, Mom!
Judy: Don't hug me plz thnx.
Max: *kicked puppy eyes*
Judy: Anyway, this freak with pastel-green hair is your new partner.
GuiltGuiltGuilt9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let go of this guilt…but how?
Was I the reason why you left?
Did I do something?
Did I not show you I loved you?
I'm sorry mother but the blame
Lies with me…
It is my fault he left.
He felt like an unfit father
Like no one cared because
I gave up loving him
I gave up believing in him
When he needed me.
He gave up on this family
And so did I.
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
The Fifteen CollectionThe Fifteen Collection- Part 1.The Fifteen Collection7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Fifteen reasons to get up tomorrow.
! I still need to audition for the school's musical and acapella.
@ I need to watch Natalie go into grade school.
# Necesito practicar mi espanol.
$ I need to finish Nineteen Minutes.
% I want to experience potentially having a laptop.
^ I've still not gone overseas.
& It's not December yet.
* Crazy scientists HAVE NOT destroyed the world.
( I still need to see someone very important to me.
!) Right at this moment, my disabled sister is laughing for no reason other than "because."
!! I need to see the rest of Johnny Depp's movies.
!@ Banana bread.
!# Striped socks.
!$ Best friends.
!% Omelettes and chocolate. (but not together!)
titleinches from my nosetitle7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
oh brown eyes cant you see
theres nothing else in this
but you and me
and poems arent as
nice as songs cuz
you dont sing 'em
just five more minutes
im keeping you captive now
please please dont leave
i dont want to sleep
not without you no..
Acrostic romance for ChristmasMy best wishes to all you friends,Acrostic romance for Christmas8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone who is joyful about me,
Receive tons of wonderful gifts
Round the whole world for us to see,
Youthful minds and hearts are needed
Cheering for this nice day to be,
Hinder all your anger feelings,
Rants can wait when this joy you see,
Irradiate the light in your heart,
Smile as if you played the new Wii,
Trade always love and tenderness,
May that exchange nifty to be,
Ask this whole poem that it comes true
So this world smiles for you and me.
Every YouTube Fight Ever(This will almost certainly contain heavy profanity and the usernames used in this were pulled out of my own head and aren't any real people that I know of but if someone has usernames matching them then it's probably coincidental).Every YouTube Fight Ever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SamusFan20 in the video description: This is my Metroid compilation of pictures in a slideshow featuring Samus set to Queen's "We Will Rock You." I hope you guys enjoy.
DisgruntledAsswipe87: Jesus Christ you're such a faggot. Why the hell would you post pics of a fictional girl and set it to Queen? Do yourself a favor and go get a REAL GIRLFRIEND, loser. Oh, and stop shaming such a great band with such a shitty video game and your BS imature antics at attempting to fap to it.
(In reply to DisgruntledAsswipe87) ConcernedStranger17: Hey, calm the fuck down, douchebag. If this person is so "immature," than what the hell are you doing on a video meant for a video game girl, anyway? I bet you were at home looking for something to fap to and found this and decide
-tomorrow-Boys are made of beer and porn-tomorrow-9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Girls are all made of mascara
All that's in between is scorn
Come and get me, Pistoléra.
Courts decide second degree
But they say that that's amazing
Identity is outrage
They said "Sorry," paraphrasing.
"But tomorrow is so bright"
"The future will heal all our pains."
The tomorrow I see's blind
Flashbang wiped my sight of stains.
Now, the courts have crumbled down,
Everything's a deadly crime.
Now, The cover girl is dead,
and remorse would be sublime.
Yeah, the laws are just
for the people they're leading
but the mother's still crying,
and the daughter's still bleeding
This Hell is getting closer.
Our exit's approaching.
Knockout gas and riot gear...
But here we sit, watching...