I Feel Fine Chp. 11I Feel Fine Chp. 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Returning to the hotel for the night, I took a shower, putting my now bloody blouse in the washer machine a few rooms down. My entire body ached, especially my cheeks and arms where those crazy girls got at. After I had turned the water off, I stood there for a moment trying to relax from all the craziness. I've only been here for no more than a week, yet I've been through so many things. "Oh boy," I began talking to myself, "I don't know how much more I can take of this."
All dressed with my damp blond hair wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bathroom. There was Caroline, my new roommate, sitting on her bed. It was a foot or two away from mine. She sat there brushing her long locks, wearing a polka dot nightgown and pants. Paul had invited her to stay with us as we continued the U.S tour. So now I have someone to talk to besides those crazy men. "More of what," She asked curiously.
Realizing what I had just said accidentally, I instantly responded with, "Oh nothing!" She knew that
I Feel Fine Chp. 4I Feel Fine Chp. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.
When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" aka me! It was great! I couldn't wait to show Ringo. Basically, it was about how I'm traveling with the Beatles and why. Now back to what was going on. I headed to the café that was within the hotel. There I snatched some chow for breakfast, taking the bag back up to my room.
On the way back to the room, I somehow ran into George in the hallway. "
The ShowGlossy, hard forest green seatsThe Show4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bolted to the cement ground in rows and columns.
Some are still empty
But most are filled with people grinning with anticipation
Drumming their fingers
Sending texts, making last-minute phone calls,
Talking to people beside them
Or simply just sitting in silence, emotions filling their heads
Waiting for the moment when it all begins to happen.
Returning to their seats with refreshments,
More people fill up the spaces
We climb the hard grey stairs up and up and up
Until you feel you can touch the nearest cloud
Farther up still until you find the place where you're supposed to be.
Not only the place that the slip of paper tells you
But the place that you feel you want to be,
need to be
and you are so, so glad to be there.
I hang the jacket over the back of my seat, and watch the sunset.
To the right of us, children scream in happiness,
And to the left of us, the sun is slowly setting, casting an orange glow on our faces
as we count down the minutes.
My Perfect HeavenHeaven, to him, tasted like strawberries.My Perfect Heaven3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rows and rows of fresh, ripe, succulent strawberries. Not the big kinds with perfect heart faces, and seeds aligned in meticulous rows like soldiers, but the kind one finds while venturing through the forest. As red as love, as imperfect and perfect as the moon.
There would be clouds in his marmalade sky. His clouds would never carry rain, just marshmallow fluff. Sweetness that he could only imagine. He loved to imagine.
It would be a land all to himself.
But a land for the whole world.
People would come from near and far to cry. To cry into the vast ocean that would take their tears to a better place. Never to be seen again.
He could fly across that ocean.
He could just spread his arms, close his eyes...and he was there.
Strawberry fields forever.
The Deceitful TextbookThe Deceitful Textbook3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Deceitful Textbook
■ Grimoire ■ 27-? ■ Cleric?
Peaceful voicePeaceful voice7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your voice echoes over these hills,
Past the Marmalade skies,
And through the open expanses of my mind,
Do you remember those words,
Well Youre here again.
People sit and wonder what your like,
Were you wrong or were you right,
Is it a dream ah yes but it's all wrong
It doesnt matter much to you
The Newspaper taxi's wait to take you away,
You sit and turn and your Julia is waiting
To take you away from the storm
Close your eyes together and your gone
You walk away across the universe,
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough your open mind,
You Walk away to your newfound home,
Back Home a little girl sits alone,
Head phones on singing along to your voice,
She puts down the headphones,
28 years on- people whisper she should get a life,
Get new music get new strife....
But she still listens to your peaceful voice
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
Holding Hands -- GerIta"Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?"Holding Hands -- GerIta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III.
"Hold your hand?"
"Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?"
The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the last Valentine's Day they had spent together; a day he had been desperately trying to forget for a year. The dinner had been blessedly uneventful, and even quite enjoyable. Once he got over the embarrassed paranoia that everyone's eyes had to be glued on the couple (really, he would have to admit that two men eating dinner alone on Valenti
Through Rhythm And MagicCan you hear my heart,Through Rhythm And Magic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you & I,
Through rhythm & magic,
To never know stillness again,
And always in time,
Like some immortal drummer,
Caught in an eternal drum solo,
A LetterDear -----,A Letter3 years ago in Letters More Like This
My name is LAS, and I'm a sophomore from Pennsylvania. Music is a huge part of my life, and for the past few years I've been in the NW Marching Band. It has around 90 members in it, all from the ages of 11 to 19. This year, one of our directors asked us to perform an absolutely amazing show. It was called "Haunted", and it told the story of a girl going through a haunted house. From January to the beginning of June we worked together to make the idea come alive. When band season officially started mid-July, we put our hearts and souls into something we knew was already in jeopardy.
The town where our school is located is quite small, with around 2000 people in its population. Thus, some community church members were quite disturbed by our show choice. They were concerned about us being influenced by evil spirits and the like. Our band directors assured them it was all for entertainment, much like a horror movie or a haunted house. Unfortunately these people could
GerItaSome days I just can't help it. My mind drifts off, even during training, getting lectured by my boss. It always wanders to the Italian. The happy, go-lucky Italian. He's useless, loves pasta, but I can't help but love it. It's practically impossible to live without him. His hapiness makes me happy. I've never admitted it, but I love him. Sure, we're only supposed to be allies, but I think there is something more. And sure, his brother, Romano, wouldn't agree, but hey, it's a choice I have to make. Feliciano... It's a breath of fresh air. He brings joy to even the most depressing day. Useless, useless Italy... Here, I sigh, wondering how I ever joined up with someone so sweet. He is my only friend, the only one who keeps me going on my worst day. I hate when I yell at him, leaving him even more scared than he probably is of me. Sometimes I wish to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but that's not in my character description. I really do have a softer side than you may see me as. NowGerIta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On December 8th...Just an ordinary guy from Liverpool who,On December 8th...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Overcame hardship to become one of the most gifted and respected musicians in the 20th century.
Hot tempered, indeed he could've been at times but,
Nevertheless, he did so much good in this world
'Love is all you need' he sang
Everyone should give peace a chance. His words will
Never be forgotten. His words were beautiful but
Now he is unfortunatley gone.
On this day, all of his fans weep for his loss, but he will
Never be lost in our hearts
The Six CobrasThe Six Cobras3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Cobras, so strong and so patriotic,
Little did they know how their future would be chaotic.
They helped helped us through wars and D-Day,
Yet soon they would soon die and decay!!!
First fell The Sorrow by the hand of his lover,
It was The Boss working undercover.
Sacrifices had to be made, The Boss had to survive,
There were once six Cobras, now only five!
The Pain was next, he had to kill Snake,
So The Pain was killed in an underground lake.
He was at deaths door,
Of the six Cobras, there were now only four!
The Fear sought revenge for another,
Yet he met the same fate as his fallen brother.
The endless fear he could now see,
Of the six Cobras, there were now only three!
The End next, and his trusty bird too,
The End had a job to do,
He died as his companion flew,
Of the six Cobras, there were now only two!
The Fury, an ex-astronaut you see,
But no-one could beat snake, not even he.
He died, and it was done,
Of the six Cobras, there was now only one!
The Boss, The Joy,
my wishi wanna be lovedmy wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wanna be cared about
but instead i'm shoved
away and someone
everyone can live without
TLWMsT 2following the simple day of another day...TLWMsT 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your not going to change and nether am I,
but you know we both want to, even when we don't.
A Peaceful Storm (14)She turns her head when storms come byA Peaceful Storm (14)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her mind runs far away-
So easy when she learned to lie,
She had nothing to say.
Her hand holds tight to one last hope
And her spirit has long been broken.
But since he gave her a fraying rope
Her words are never spoken.
Hiding in her house of past
She has nothing but time.
She stares out windows of broken glass
And remembers when she was fine.
But every time the clouds come round
She worries more and more-
Could it be her fear to have found
Some peace within this storm?
As she steps out she wears her coat
But she's finally facing the rain.
She's letting loose of his old note
And crying away the pain.
Who Am I??Who am i???Who Am I??4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
written by danielle bruce...
Who am i?
Im afraid i dont know...
I see many paths to choose..
But i dont know where to go....
My head spins around and around..
So hard to see...
Can't find out...
Who i want to be....
Should i be goth,prep,emo
Should i be a punk or a screamo...
So many groups...
So many choices..
Afraid i will follow the wrong path..
And run into a dead end..
I look deep inside myself...
And i finnaly see..
Who i am...
Who i want to be...
But now im not so sure..
Im still confused..
Im still some what afraid to move..
So many paths...
What shall i do with my life..
Will i be a loveing mother?
WIll i be a good wife?
Will i be alone?
Will i be trapped forever?
Who am i?...
What path do i choose..
Im to busy screaming In anger..
To hear myself tell me where to go...
What shall i do...
What path is it....
Or the right..
Left might make me loose everything i got left...
Right could lead me to a dead end...
I cant see whats on the end of each
31 years.31 years.3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He walked out of the Limo silently, as his wife Yoko passed him to the reception area of the Dakota. He sauntered across the street to his apartment building, surprised no fans were anywhere. When he reached the cold concrete of the sidewalk, he felt two eyes boring into him, as if they could see his soul. He turned to see a young man, maybe twenty-five, gazing at him. He slowly turned his head back, a little uncomfortable, and looked at his watch. 10:51. He just wanted to get home to his son Sean, and rest.
"Mr. Lennon!" He spun to the direction of the voice but saw no one, and he suddenly felt a sharp sting on his back.The place where the pain started began to feel warm and wet against his shirt. His hand started to reach to that sharp pain, but never attained it's destination, for another sharp sting was sent through his body from his back.It was as if his legs no longer wanted to carry him,because he sank as three more pricks echoed in his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw
i thought we were friendsall i wanted was a friendi thought we were friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but instead it'd come to what i apprehend
i fear that all she did was feign
and i remain here, hurt again
Mechanical LyricismI tire of this,Mechanical Lyricism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fixing of my
hinting at yet another
from beneath the
and restarting with
declaring their presence
the technicians all
of whom I considered
I am alone,
await my final
of which the
will be the last.
My serenade of
in my wake.
Pisces Fish 3Pisces Fish 33 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Pisces Fish: Three
I'll be swimming until I can find [ ] that one unbounded ocean of bliss
By the end of the week, George was going crazy through the mail and his e-mail, looking for John's instructions. However, none came too soon. Perhaps he had forgotten. He wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case; John was a very strange man, and not much older than George himself.
Just when he was about to abandon the job for dead, a knock came at his door which he answered. No one was there. Strange. But there was a thick manila envelope at his feet. He picked it up and stepped out into the hallway where he looked down one way, then the other. Nobody. He shrugged and returned to his apartment, making his way toward the desk with his computer on it.
He opened the envelope just as the computer vibrated with the alert of a new e-message. He stopped and maximized the program window. The sender was an anonymous source and the subject line read: 'DO NOT READ before you open ha
ServiceLive a lie just a little longerService4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ignore the sky but it sees me
And what I've become
A sculpture of ice
Only his eyes can melt
Full of surprise
At what I haven't felt
This is the mask
I think that I want
Service with a blank stare.
What Is Healthy?What is healthy?What Is Healthy?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it scrutinizing your weight?
Your food? Your plate?
Is watching what you eat really the way?
What is healthy?
Is it running a mile without losing your breath?
Is it building up muscle and putting off death?
Is that really what's best?
What is healthy?
Is it removing the poisons you can't even feel?
Detoxing. Removing the toxins that aren't even real.
Surely that is not ideal.
What is healthy?
Is it supplementing your diet with capsules and shakes?
Vitamins and minerals solve fewer problems than they make.
Can it really heal those aches?
What is healthy?
Is it suppressing the urges we shouldn't speak aloud?
So many issues hidden under a shroud.
Why are we afraid to stand out from the crowd?
What is healthy?
Is it living the life society says we must lead?
Valuing money breeds nothing but greed.
Is that how I am to succeed?
What is healthy?
Is it striving to be average, to always fit in?
Suppressing the madness that hides deep within.
This cannot be the way to win.