Their Movementswe are blind. theseTheir Movements3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pine siskins accept
our food but their movements
pity us; together, on this wet,
aging bench, we are still.
there are only two. we hear
them argue over the
thistle seed in our
hands, but we agree it is
playful and leave them
to their meal. i feel
your whisper in my ear
and we smile.
they fly away after we no longer amuse them.
SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have to tell few things
First of all my ENGLISH IS BAD..!
Second What's written in -...- means a person talking.
I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that's just something I can't control So I APOLOGIZE about it
Please don't get angry about it..!
SH. Agency: Happiness. Ch22.
Hinata rushed in the white-haired boy hands crying and mumbling something under her nose. The boy gave a glare to Sasuke who stood few meters away. He looked hurt and abandoned. He was the one who made her cry. He did something that made Hinata cry and chose the white-haired boy He was the bad one who loved that beautiful girl, but never got the chance to prove that as he always hurt her some or other way.
-CUT! Hinata heard a director yelling and the boy let her go. You did a great job Hinata! The boy said and Hinata smiled. Thank you. You was great too. Hinata sai
Running in ReverseYou're standing at the finish line,Running in Reverse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching saccharine snowflakes settling
on the ground in front of you,
sweetening it as if it were the black coffee
you couldn't bring yourself to drink.
What's beneath it?
You aren't sure, but your feet are bare
and your fingers are frozen
and you find yourself terrified
that if you step forward you'll be cut,
so you fall backwards one step, two,
and soon you're chasing the clock,
trying to convince it to chime in reverse,
so you can run a race against yourself
back to the starting line,
just to see how fast you can go.
Before you realize it,
you're at the beginning looking ahead,
but it blends with the finish line view,
frozen, forbidden, forlorn
you're fighting to forget about the landscape
you've come to know as familiar,
because the quivers of your calves feels like failure;
they refuse to resume running between the two
like a train on its track going forth and back,
so you sidestep onto the subgrade and make your own path,
A Momentary Loss of HumanityAs you sit alone, as the cold and harsh insult sinks, it is a moon that graces the night sky, calling a monster and it's thirst for flesh. Words of loathing grind within your mind, the gnashing of teeth from the beast. Your hatred, your sweet prospect of animosity. The prospect of a dripping corpse for the beast to feed upon. How sweet it shall be, the blinding rancor that fills your soul. You ready to attack, to pounce to maim, to rip to shreds this person who you have detested so passionately. You wish not for revenge, wish for nothing but the total and complete destruction of a man who so dared to infuriate you. But, in your lonesome, a cloud drifts across the shining malice that illuminates your dark emotions. This plan, this craving for a shattered heart, it shall forever leave a mark upon your soul. Innocence lost, you shall be stained by the worst phantom all hell can offer. An enemy, a creature so bent upon your destruction, it will cease at nothing to see your blood drip as yoA Momentary Loss of Humanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remind MeThe soft shades of lavenderRemind Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the sunrise
When it's still barely windy
And a little cold outside
The doves singing and welcoming
The new day
The sparrows dancing, saying
I know it's okay
The delicate lilacs blossoming
And wildflowers by the train tracks
You say red lilies are your favorite,
Red like fire, like it feels, and I can't doubt that
Even though I don't have you
And it's like you're not mine
I still want to want you
Every day that the sun shines
And when it's black outside,
I rip at myself inside,
Wondering if I deserve this
If I deserve to even want you
bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar5 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
My time to shinePeople staring everywhere,My time to shine4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel the light shine on my hair
My pulse is speeding...bolting fast,
I want this to forever last
I feel the mic and see the crowd,
I hear the cheering getting loud
This is my time to be the best,
this time it's me and not the rest
For once I know where I belong,
though some might say they think I'm wrong
And maybe others always knew,
But I don't care 'cause this is true
NaNo Snippet: Mein HerrThere was a diner Daniel often visited in his youth, called Dante's and Sons. The place was old and had passed down from a grandfather to a father and now rested in the hands of the grandson. The place still kept a family feel about it. The owners had decorated the walls with paintings and photographs of celebrities from the forties onward until around the seventies, with Frank Sinatra taking the best spot in the joint where his smirking mug could be seen from almost any seat in the restaurant. Though the place was small and the service wasn't the quickest, it had a charm that came from pure nostalgia. This was why Daniel brought Young Charmides to Dante's, so that they could admire a slice of his childhood while also enjoying a fine breakfast.NaNo Snippet: Mein Herr2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where do you get a ticket?" was the first thing Lou asked when the band and Daniel walked into Dante's.
"What do you mean, a ticket? This isn't like Olive Garden." Daniel shook his head. How had these people never been to an old-fashioned diner
SynapseIt was an anatomical deviationSynapse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for which I sought condemnation;
an incidental cognitive martyrdom
by learned capitulation.
Brains bound tightly by bridge,
a nexus strung from rope and plaster,
above a sinuous chasm
swimming with imps and neurotransmitters.
From dreams I count my sleep,
exhausted upon waking
to this lucid accusation.
Passion dulls the cerebral caucus
leaking from my eyes and fingers.
It tastes metallic,
Gallows' BurdenGallows' Burden2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The man was pudgy and round-faced, his skin blotted with red coloring as he choked out helplessly to be freed. Veronica looked down at him coolly. Her face revealed nothing. Not a hint of compassion, or contempt, or even concern crossed her features. She was all business. And this man was just another part of that business.
"Keep him still, please. It's hard to read him when he's being jostled," she requested of the men struggling in vain to keep a firm grasp on the piggish man. They were reapers, just like she was. Veronica barely knew them and, honestly, she didn't see any reason why she should know them any more than she did. She rarely spoke to anyone outside of work, whether it was her day job or...this job. She was very used to being alone. Veronica didn't suspect her fellow reapers or company coworkers cared what she did or who she was outside of business. Veronica was, after all, a 'difficult person.'
As the other two reapers held the pudgy man tighter i
Day DreamingDay Dreaming3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I sit in my room, I daydream about him serenading me through my window or crawling up the pipeline to rescue me from my well for lack of better words, boredom.
I sighed. I really missed him and couldn't wait another day to see him.
Sometimes, I pretend that he is actually coming to my window to serenade me. I remove the clutter around my window so that I could walk straight up to it and watch his wonderful show, only for me. I clean my room a little, just in case he decided that he wanted to come in, and I bring up some cookies from the kitchen in case he grew hungry from all that singing and guitar playing.
I knew it was unhealthy to dream like this, or to feed my imagination into believing that he would come, but what was I to do? There's no way I couldn't pretend. After a while, I started to pretend th
FallI am fallingFall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground is far below
The sky is so blue
Its such a beautifull day to die
PromesasPromesas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Él se acercó lentamente, sabía que la decisión que estaba tomando no era la mejor, ni siquiera era la correcta. Ella lo amaba, de verdad lo amaba y no pudo evitar derramar las primeras lágrimas incluso antes de que él comenzara a hablar.
"Te prometo que nos volveremos a encontrar" le dijo a ella, pero ella no tenía palabras, el corazón se le había destrozado y de sus ojos caían lágrimas negras que manchaban sus mejillas.
"Debes entender el por que estoy haciendo esto" continuaba, "aunque quizá te estoy pidiendo demasiado No debimos aventurarnos en un juego tan peligroso como este "
"¿Crees que fue una perdida de tiempo?", dijo al fin entre sollozos e intentando limpiar las lágrimas en su cara.
"¿Una perdida de tiempo?... No, no lo creo, al contrario, fue realmente un momento muy importante para mí, ¿sabes? Y aunque quizá no me creas, te extrañaré<
Bleach OC: RitsukoBleach OC: Ritsuko3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Squad 4, member of the 14th Relief Team
Name: Ritsuko Su
Nickname(s): Ritz, Ritzy, Ritsuko
Family: None in Soul Society, but was adopted into a shopkeepers dwelling prior to joining the academy
Sexual Preference: Straight
Hair colour: Mid-Brown, medium-long length, usually worn up with long bangs at front.
Eye colour: Blue
~ Keeping busy
~ People who make her laugh
~ Using her power (explained later)
~ Crowded places
~ Arguments, shouting etc.
Ethnicity: Unknown (probably mixed-race)
Personality: Ritsuko is a quiet person and is pretty shy around people. She spends a lot of time alone, partly due to her solitary nature but mainly because she is a mystery to the other soul reapers who don't always understand her motives. She dislikes conflict and crowded places and will avoid them if possible, but is a decent warrior and will defend against attacks with everything she's got, but she prefers not to use her full poten
unsent letterdearest hewhoshallnotbenamed,unsent letter5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
the truth is, every single night i do clumsy pirouettes in my bedroom to your illegible handwriting, the poetry by you that i never got to read. i want to inhale you like stardust and bring you back to life whenever the tears gather on your long lashes as you remember the pain you experienced as a child. i want to burn your recollections like newspapers among firewood and help you to forget them.
[but only in a perfect world can that occur.]
the truth is, i like to wear diamonds around my neck and pretend that you gave them to me under the stars beneath your bedroom window, and kissed me tenderly and forgot every other aspect of yourself that you created. and we fell asleep together among pine needles that dug into our skin, but in our ecstasy, we couldn't feel a thing.
[i wanted you. i needed you. i craved you. i loathed you. and now you're nothing but a memory.]
the truth is, you tied a black ribbon around my eyes in yet another nightmare, and whispered,
Dear Sir[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]Dear Sir4 years ago in Drama More Like This
We regret to inform you
That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair where warm nights are cracked by
ceilings let you sink into plaid cushions and listen
FeelingsSadness is the smile that doesn't reach my eyes.Feelings3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is the tears I try to hold back day by day.
Is the secrets I repress from the public.
Is the feelings that I try to keep locked away so no one can hurt them again.
Sadness is when I've just had enough.
When I feel hatred in my heart.
When I want to give up.
When I hide my sadness from every one, even my own parents.
Your happiness is probably when you see me so torn up over this.
Is probably when you think about my reactions.
When you probably when you see through my happy mask.
My old happiness was when we were all friends.
When we hung out all the time.
Told joke that only our friends got.
When we talked about all the stuff we hated and liked.
My new happiness is when I think of all that I do have.
When I talk to my real friends about my problems and they help.
When I hang out with friends.
When my family supports me.
What I've found inside myself is not a new person, but a new out look on life.
I've found new cou
NaNo Snippet: Interview[Interview snippet taken from 'Hope To Be' magazine between interviewer Charlotte McFarland and the singer Morgan Asher.]NaNo Snippet: Interview2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Have you always known you would be famous?'
Oh, God. No. Never. I never thought I would make it this far, surely not enough to be called 'famous.' I had dreams, of course. I wanted to be a classical pianist when I was very young because my mother spoke of her experiences as one before she met my father. She made it sound so glamorous, yet also amazingly dignified. I thought that was the sort of life I wanted to lead. I don't think I had ever imagined living as I do now when I was first starting out - because it's such a one-in-a-million sort of chance.
'Now that you are famous, is there anything you miss about your normal life?'
'So you find the media invasive, then?'
Oh, yeah. It's intrinsic to their nature, you know. Everything I do, every word I say, they have to know about. It's why I keep things to myself. 'You g
Remember 7 things foreverRemember 7 Things:Remember 7 things forever3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1. You'll learn from all of your experiences.
2. You'll find wisdom every day.
3. You'll have reasons to be happy.
4. You'll be loved by me and others forever.
5. You'll be inspired to make new things.
6. You'll find peace and essential truths.
7. You're part of a universe that will never die.
There's no one on earth, who can stop you from changing and living your own way. Don't let others bother you. Live the way you wish. You don't need to worry about anything!
You can't even imagine all of the world's troubles, most of the time. You did not cause them. Let go of your past. You should set yourself free and be happy about your greatest accomplishments. Imagine beauty. Imagine life. Avoid death and destruction.
My Sea.............I walk, I sit, then gaze breathlesslyMy Sea.............5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inhaling this scene of pure serenity
Such beauty in this moment found
The music, to my ears, this sound
Of crashing waves and mystery deep
With struggles it intends to keep
I sigh when thinking of the souls
lost within the deep blue folds
That something tangible and yet so raw
Can leave you wanting so much more
I tremble as I smell the salt
Mixed with pain and no-ones fault
I look for miles and all I find
Is promise that was meant to bind
Amidst confusion and love's sweet hurt
These grains of sand that turn to dirt
Within my hands it seeps to dust
The sadness torn in loss of trust
She is my sea and I will confide
My secrets bitter and angst I hide
Who listens to my torturous words
On gentle breezes once were heard
Her arms of water take me silently
Let me slip within her generousity
My heart is lighter with each step
These memories be forever kept
Within the blue of her embrace
I slip forgotten, without a trace
Will my lover think o
Reflection In Her EyesBeyond the voidReflection In Her Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winter's sculptures falling down
A spring wonderland dressed in white
Seasons to warm the heart
Reflection of beauty
Reflection of smiles
The essence of life
Reflected in her eyes
Hold her, love her, protect her
The angel who breaths your sights
Plunge into her depths
Give her your all
As your kiss plays;
A looping dream in your minds
In the reflection in her eyes
No worries, no sins
A radiance of faith
To trace the colors in the sky
Glittering on window panes
As her fingers break the fog
A heart's condensation of young love
Refraction of white
A million hues in one
Engraved in her soul
The wonders of the world
A reflection in her eyes
Tears 2Salt water that falls from my faceTears 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crashes to the ground and turrns into snow flakes
That drown the winter town
In prettty litlle flakes
See my pain can cuase buety for others
If onlythe snow flakes would fall on me
Blanket me with its soothing cold
Freeze me over and thaw me out
Wacth this never ending process and wonder
Why are his tears always falling
Scent of Yesterday...This subtle scent of yesterday,Scent of Yesterday...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that takes my very breath away
Is sorrow that is so complete,
to stall my steps today
And yet my eyes are open,
but still I do not see
The beauty that is waiting,
right in front of me
Trapped within a space in time,
where love has held my heart
Scattered pieces on the floor,
where chance had played its part
Regret in all my silent tears
will shed such angst and pain,
With naught to win or lose,
but surely much to gain
As memory floats on butterfly wings,
held carefully within our grasp,
Within the nurtured soul we hold,
transparent dreams will last
And yet I cry for who I was,
and where I need to go
To gather strength in times of doubt,
for that of which I know
A gentle sigh upon the wind,
Is but a whim for me
To open up these eyes of mine,
So they can surely see....