The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
KitesEvery time I triedKites3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to put my name to you,
coyly mingling with the air
the blue twilight
dust about your feet.
Every time someone
tries to claim you, you
fly up into
a cloud of smoke, the first light
split into psychedelic
filtered through your
Every time I tried
to capture the force that drives you,
makes you run,
my hands came up empty, the clues like grains
raindrops and glass teeth
shattering as they fell from my mouth.
You evade every attempt to define
the glimmer in your gaze
settles on me as pixie dust
but I cannot believe well enough
All I want to do is hold you,
all of you,
close to me
because I'm fragmented without you.
The words on your skin
contradict the mind, bypass everything, though I wonder
what I've done to you
who am I to change you?
Hungry and restless,
giver of visions
wherever you go, live within me
that I love you,
and every part of you
Puppets WristsI am the puppetPuppets Wrists3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my master
It is you who shall lead me
My strings like a noose
Thin as a thread
Your laughter echos
Again in my head
You tug at the strings
Cutting my wrist
And put your spell on me
The first time we kissed
Pull your puppet
Side to side
Make it dance
Unable to hide
I feel every tug
Follow every pull
As you conduct my limp body
Sitting on your little stool
Hidden by the red curtain
I do not see
The man or woman, evil human or beast
Who has been controlling me
We Could LaughIt's mild outsideWe Could Laugh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul is freezing
and I feel lonely
but you make me
even though you can't
You make me tremble
inside, and I
can't quite think
to logically work out
what makes you love me
or what makes me love you...
I believe everything will be alright
and to be in your arms
just the thought makes me smile
And long for your face, your voice
and everything that you are...
but I'm consoled when I remember
to think of you,
and at night I dream that you're there
I could kiss you all over
I miss you, but you feel
closer every day
and I'm cold and lonely
but you keep me warm.
The Routes We Can TakeWhen we think and contemplate,The Routes We Can Take3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The time we have spent,
Alone or otherwise,
And all we can conjure,
Is darkness and peripheral things,
Only embodies despair.
Thoughts of tomorrow,
Are confined to yesterday.
Relationships have been made,
Burnt and forgotten.
But all along this route,
Potholed and distorted,
We still manage to move,
Manage to put one footstep in front of another,
And although the footsteps we leave behind,
May remind us of sorrow,
And fill us with thoughts of pain.
We can be preserved,
We can be stimulated,
That all it takes,
Is for us to move our legs,
Continue to make footprints,
Hope to leave a better past,
And enjoy the time we have now.
SchoolhouseFire in the schoolhouseSchoolhouse3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
let it burn, let it burn
flames in a new house
tears in your eyes
you've lost hope
let it burn, let it burn.
I hate to see you so upset
in spite of me, I can't forget
the way I feel
Let it burn, let it burn...
For the knowledge I've found
what I've failed to see
how God is in you
and the same way, in me
and even those kids
who set fire to the schoolhouse
let it burn, let it burn
The knowing won't console
the dull ache in my heart
I can't say a word
of the things that I saw
the paint on the walls
music filters out
medicine through the halls
Let it burn, let it burn
My friend is afraid,
speaks in hushed tones.
My love is grieving,
and I am alone
I hope for redemption,
but I'm certain of yours, even though
you couldn't even say
so much as a "hello"....
I climbed the stairs and watched the music
as my life began to drain
for all my books and reading
the fears and doubts remain
let it burn, let it burn
Fire in the schoolhouse
whisper in the halls
let me play
BeMaybe I'll never be famousBe3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
then again, maybe I will
and maybe I have to embrace this
lest my tomorrows stand still.
But I breathe just for now
We can make it somehow
Close your eyes,
injustice happens all the time
but there's peace in this world
at least for tonight
Cast off your worries and your sorrows,
let them lie there 'till tomorrow
Because I know that I love you
and that you love me,
so forget what's to do
Instead, we will be....
Perhaps there will always be someone
who puts all my best work to shame
but if I don't try, then I'm living a lie
for the loss of my dreams, I'm to blame.
And maybe I'm vain and dishonest
useless, a dreamer, one without ambition
wasting my mind on silly things
wrestling with my own lack of conviction
No black or white, just shades of grey
But if I'm good enough for you,
then maybe it's true
that I'm not quite what they say...
Close your eyes,
injustice happens all the time
but somehow we all need
to seek peace of mind
Set down your worries and yo
ME: ThereafterME: Thereafter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairings: FemShep / Garrus
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Bioware, I'm merely attempting to expand upon it.
This takes place a few weeks, possibly a month, after the destruction of Sovereign.
Exiting out of the CIC, Garrus Vakarian strolled down the stairwell toward the living quarters of the SSV Normandy. The celebration that had followed the defeat of Sovereign was going on all throughout the Citadelthroughout the parts that remained relatively intact, that is. He was all for revelry after the hell he and his commanding officer had gone through, but it had turned out to be livelier than he preferred. He noticed how empty the ship felt, especially with the looming silence in the air. His mind began to wander to the faces he had seen at the celebration. All the crew from this ship, the people he knew from C-Sec, high ranking officials he had investigated, ev
How to become popular in DA p1There are many ways to be a successful Deviant and get a lot of watchers and about 100+ views per day, some require being born with actual talent, a lot of practice, or the will to not give up when things seem get hard; however, if you actually had any of those you wouldn't be reading this text, so I'll list here the most popular ways of becoming a wide-known internet celebrity. First, the one I am more familiar with:How to become popular in DA p15 years ago in Comedy More Like This
-The average Joe's way: Spritting edition.
Step 1: Making a character.
-Get any Sonic character's sprite sheet.
-Open it in MS Paint.
-Recolor it(and if its within your abilities, move the spikes on the back 1 pixel up and 3 pixels to the left to make it even more original).
-Make a really original story oh how your character was born in a little village/town/city and grew up like any normal kid, who had telekinesis, telepatic comunication abilities, a weapon(a sword is a must in every Original Character) and had a happy life until Robotnik came and destroyed hi
The ForsakenWe died. Yet we still live.The Forsaken9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pulled from the blessed sleep of death, we were bent to the will of the Lich King, forced to do foul deeds in his name.
We turned on former friends and family, with no hesitation.
But, a brief flicker of our former selves watched from behind lifeless eyes, powerless to stop the carnage.
A thousand times over, we died. Yet we still live.
One day, our wills were restored, and many among us rejoiced.
Some who still had loved ones tried to return, but were faced with nothing but anger, weapons, and fire.
Once more, we died. Yet still, we live.
We are the Forsaken. We live.
We will not die again.
SV Chapter 1 War is NecessaryChapter 1SV Chapter 1 War is Necessary4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat
Brawl Moveset-Phineas and FerbName: Phineas and FerbBrawl Moveset-Phineas and Ferb5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Symbol: A stylized P and F back-to-back
Wii Remote: "Ferb, I know what we're going to do today"
Theme: Today is Gonna be a Great Day (Phineas and Ferb Theme)
Intro: Both arrives after take a remote-controlled truck and both get ready to fight
Forward>Phineas' nose smash
Both use a rolling vehicle (Roller-skates, Bicycles or Skateboards)
Religion: An Atheist ScapegoatThe arrest of Phillip Garrido, the man accused of kidnapping Jaycee Dugard and holding her captive in his backyard for 18 years while sexually abusing her, unveiled just how depraved mankind can be. It also unveils how insecure mankind can be, revealing its need to blame someone or something for its problems.Religion: An Atheist Scapegoat5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
A recent USA Today article reports how Garrido was a fervently religious man who often shared his faith with his victims and even defended his criminal acts with his religious beliefs:
Molesters commonly turn to religion to rationalize their behavior, said Ken Lanning, a former FBI profiler who specializes in kidnapping and child abuse cases.
"A lot of them when they're molesting children put a lot of time and energy into trying to convince themselves that they're not bad people," Lanning said. "In some cases the element of religion will come into it, and they will use varying as
SSB Newcomer - SteveSSB Newcomer - Steve2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steve is the common name of the player character in Minecraft, a popular sandbox game with at least 3 million players. This is one miner with a thirst for adventure, able to punch through mountains with his fists, craft powerful weapons, take on entire armies of hostile mobs, and even ride a pig. However, he has a mild fear of the dark, and never ventures out at night without his diamond sword at hand.
Steve is a formidable fighter, having punched his way through entire armies of hostile mobs. However, he isn't alone in this match - he rides on the back of his faithful pig. This gives him surprising speed and agility, but can be hard to control, so he has a carrot on a stick at all times when he's not attacking. Because of the pig's slow turning speed, ledges and floating platforms can be dangerous, so Steve fights best on level ground. He'll defend his pig to the death - if he hangs from a ledge, he'll hold the pig by its saddle with the other ha
Kindness's Reward Chapter 6Chapter 6Kindness's Reward Chapter 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie groaned and stretched as she woke up. Her legs felt like lead. Opening her eyes revealed a familiar ceiling. It was the middle of the night, a half moon providing only just enough light to see by. Trixie wondered if she could go more than a week without passing out anytime soon. She glanced up as if to see her own forehead, and focused for a moment. Sure enough, a pale blue light emanated from her horn.
"Hah hah!" she shouted in excitement. A murmur caught her attention. She looked over and found Fluttershy asleep on her stool, just like a week ago. Trixie smiled and chuckled. She gazed on at Fluttershy for a moment, before a small part of her reminded her of her situation. Her smile turned into a deep frown. She forced herself out of bed on the far side from Fluttershy.
"I've taken enough from you." Trixie whispered. Her horn continued to glow as she enveloped Fluttershy in a magical aura. She gently lifted Fluttershy from her seat and pulled back the covers. She slid
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Mother Nature's WrathThe supposed deity, Mother Nature, was always present on the backwater planet. The bitter cold wind, stinging Bosch's face and ruffling his fur, was a constant reminder of her wrath. At least the sun was shining as he trudged through the deep snow.Mother Nature's Wrath5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Machu's hungry." Shelly, his small human mate, lagged behind him. The snow was knee deep for her, but she struggled through without complaint.
He did not speak her language, but the translator implanted in his ear understood most human words.
"Soon." In the distance, he still saw the human structure they had escaped. He had killed the humans, but now they were in a race against time. Rescue was waiting for him two days away, weather permitting. He would be assumed dead if he did not appear in that time.
The pup in question, Machu, huffed and circled his bearer on all fours, impatient for his meal. Still light enough to remain on top the snow, the pup kept up better than Shelly.
Machu took after him in appearance, as was natural when his rac
My ProtectorYour claws are sharp,My Protector9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and teeth are bared.
Your wings penetrate the sky
as you glide through the night wind.
I climb on your back
and hold tight to your reins.
We rise into the night air,
the wind blowing through my hair.
Your roar shakes the trees,
as your frighten all but me.
But you are my protector,
always and forever.
CS Worlds Destroyed 8CS Worlds Destroyed 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Best I could tell, Mr. Jacob Meizel was going to collect his newspaper, prim and tidy at the end of his driveway. He took a long deep breath of the new morning air, enjoying his time as a free man, listening for the early morning calls of the American Robin. That's pretty much as far as he got. There were a few seconds of undecided standing about at the end of his driveway, turning to head back towards his house as I barreled into that man at full tilt. Swirling as something of a poltergeist, something of a regular spirit, I was too angry and wandering too close around blind rage to care. His slippers were left on the edge of the driveway as I punted his murdering self into the grass, following through as a full Colus spirit and pressing him heavy against the dirt with a delirious snarl. Even if he couldn't see me, I'm pretty sure I knocked his senses far past the end of this block, at least.
"YOU!" I snarled at him as the man writhed around