To: A BeautyHi,To: A Beauty4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know you don't know me, and I don't know you, but I know you're beautiful. When you walk into a room, it lights up, as if the sun is in your eyes.
You are strong. As strong-minded, and as strong-willed as God himself. No matter what challenge you face, know you can face it head on, without fear.
You are perfect. Whoever you are, whoever you love, it's perfect. Whoever is in your heart, is lucky; and those who have you in their lives, they are blessed.
Know that with each day, you will grow stronger still, and nothing anyone says can bring you down. You are loved, and if you think that's not true, know that I love you. All of the creatures on earth need love, and all the creatures need to love, so I'm here to say that you ARE loved, are beautiful, perfect, and strong.
50 Tokio Hotel Obsessions50 Ways to Tell If Youre Obsessed With Tokio Hotel50 Tokio Hotel Obsessions6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
25/50 is a true fan!
1. Youre reading this
2. Your parents/friends ignore you when you rattle off facts about the band
3. You have a wall in your room dedicated to them.
4. You know it Georg not George.
5. You know its Bill und Tom, not Bill and Tom
6. You know its Ahmazeeng, not amazing.
7. You suddenly have a thing for guys with dreads.
8. Youre planning a trip to Germany in the near future.
9. Youve suddenly aquired a love of Coca-Cola, pasta, and cornflakes.
10. Youre prepared to talk to them under any circumstance.
11. You have that one friend that you ask those What If questions to.
12. Everytime you hear the words Tokyo or Hotel, your favorite Tokio Hotel song plays in your head.
13. Waffles make you laugh.
14. You know its Lezzgo, not lets go.
15. Whenever you see a teddy bear, you yell TOM! DEIN TEDDY!
16. Whenever youre
The NightbringerThe Nightbringer13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Centuries ancient its tale begins
The bards I ve known are loath to sing it
for its a thing of a thousand sins
and cursed will be the one to swing it
The tale begins in moldy crypts
demonic smiths are sweating hard
and through the night's most evil mists
a blade attracts both light and dark
The warlock comes,his robes are flowing
his eyes now glow,with unholy light
and thundering voice brings cursed chanting
a spell that binds the sword with night:
"Come Erevus,come Night
come blackest Death and hateful Sorrow,
Obey my call and banish Light
and darken and plague,what comes tomorrow
With Blood and Screams I carve thy Blade
With ghostly Night I forge thy Being
With homage dark to Demons paid,
I give you might to slay all living
You will be named,The Death's last singer
the souls you take will feed the night
enemies to Hell you will deliver
your cursed blade ,I dub Nightbringer "
With sweating hands ,the mage collapsed
his last great curse,his being traversed
Sometimes I Freak Myself OutGoodnight, Tom. Night, I answer. Bill doesnt know this will be his last night ever.Sometimes I Freak Myself Out8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seems to take ages before he finally sleeps. I look at him for a while to make sure he wont wake up. It would ruin it all.
It had been this way from the very first beginning. He always had to stay in the front at photo shoots. And even when he got in the back, the photographer replaced him to his position. Was he really so much prettier? In my opinion he was still the slightly feminine part of an identical twin. Maybe it was because he is the front man. But does that make him so important? Like his voice is so special I mean; there are so many people with a beautiful voice. You simply have a voice and he is blessed with the fact to be a good singer. You can do it, or you cant. But playing the guitar isnt the easiest thing. You have to learn a lot and not everyone is predestined to be a good guitar player. You need perseverance, patience and jus
LostStumbling from one lover to the next,Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wander in this strange twilight zone
You've stranded me in.
My heart is just as heavy with your departure
As it was the night you pulled out of my driveway
For the last time,
Your eyes shining with an emotion
I understood too late.
Now, I reach out in the dark,
Hoping that whoever takes my hand
Can somehow pull me hard enough
So that I may stand and leave this place,
Tainted by your beautiful ghost.
But every hand fits wrong,
And with every new, eager lover
That tries to help me up,
I remember more clearly
How perfectly your fingers
Would intertwine with mine,
And how serenely I would look
At our touching silver rings,
Then tip my head upward
To drink of your kisses
And become intoxicated.
What I would give to have you here, love.
There are times I think
I have finally managed to forget you,
When suddenly, I stumble across a memory
Of you falling asleep in my arms,
And the raw, aching tenderness returns,
I can't stand this plac
Wake up CallNearly a year it tookWake up Call5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to realize I was the victim.
No more what ifs;
no meant no.
Nearly a year it took
to realize the damage you inflicted.
You kidnapped my innocence,
and murdered the person
I could have been.
Nearly a year it took
to realize your panting I love you's
didn't mean a thing.
Nearly a year it took
to realize it's not going
to go away.
Nearly a year it took
to realize why I shouldn't
talk to you.
Nearly a year it took
to realize I must say good bye.
My allotment"For a man is destined to but once to live and allotted to each one time to die. This is the way it has been and will always be."My allotment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I can't really explain how it all happened or even why, so you'll get no help that way. What I can do is tell you what happened and maybe you can help me with the rest.
I was born the same as everyone else, went to school in Bozeman hated it just like everyone else grew up, got a girlfriend, got a job nearby; you know, I was a normal person. I got married and had two kids. I never moved out of the area. When my eldest was just three, war broke out. The entirety of Western Africa decided that it would be a good idea to invade Europe. With the sheer force of their numbers, it only took a few days. They greedily set their eyes on the rest of the world and, joined by certain expansionist nations in Asia, they opened the tides of battle.
Being a patriotic man, as far as you can b
"I love you,""I love you,"4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tell me I'm too young
Tell me you don't feel the same
Tell me you love another
but I know it's just your game
Tell me you don't like me
But I know you really do
I know the word "love"
is too hard to say for you.
I know that when we touch
it sends tingles up your spine
I know that you love me
I know you want to be mine
If you can't say it, I understand
I already know, so don't deny
Some day we'll walk hand in hand
Say you don't love me, but I see it in your eyes.
The Green Day PrayerThe Green Day Prayer.The Green Day Prayer7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thank you for blessing the rock scene with this fine Punk Group known as Green Day,
And for their awesome contributions to the radio airwaves for over a decade.
And to also thank the antics of Tre Cool who has made the world a funnier and a crazier place.
And for the heavenly vocals and guitar skills of Billie Joe Armstrong.
And the awesome Bass skills of Mike Dirnt
And finally for holding the greatest show on Earth, Bullet In A Bible.
Slender Man ComesSlender Man ComesSlender Man Comes5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You hear the whispers of his name
Like something secret and profane
The stories of him told to young
Of those unfortunate to have met him
When he comes
He comes out from amongst the trees
Bringing horror to those that see
A man, yet strange and grotesquely tall
A kind of man who shouldn't exist at all
Arms and legs long and limber
To leave your body, high in the timber
A face devoid of any features
Simple yet horrifying is this creature
No one knows from where came
Or where he will appear again
His stride is quick so you can run
But chances are your life is done
His coming is heralded by a fog
Children laughing, barking dogs
He comes to only those whom believe
So for your sake, you best not give heed
Some say he's existed, since time began
Others say, he's the ghost of a murderous man
Some say he came from the stars
Others from a dimension that is not ours
No one knows and no one cares
All they know is that he's there
His name is simple and so plain
But, his presence
Anniversary - FrUkAuthor's note: So Mau send me this FML link and it sounded JUST like FrUk, so I worked off the quote Mau gave me and made this. It's a little heartbreaking because at the time I wrote it I was feeling pretty sad and lonely, so I channeled my feelings onto Iggy. Sorry, baby D: But I like how it came out anyway ^^Anniversary - FrUk5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been busy at work in the kitchen, making all his specialties and eagerly anticipating the arrival of his guest. France was due to be coming over very soon, so his time was limited. He wanted everything to be special.
When the food was done, he placed it on the table and smiled. He was going to love it. He had even made some French dishes. He normally avoided French food like the plague, but since this was a special occasion, he figured he could squeeze it into his dinner menu.
He was washing his hands in the sink when he heard the door open and France walk inside. He went to greet him at the doorway, but France had a scrunched up look on his
Memories.Memories.5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I stand alone beside my window,staring out at the backyard of the school.
Look at them so happy. Her red hair shining in the sun.
That bastard gets in my way.
His stupid red sunglasses blinding me.
I growl while mouthing,"Move."
He actually does.
Seems he can do something right.I smirk slightly at the thought.
Now, I sigh as I continue to stare at Jean. I get a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. Memories return to me. She reminds me of someone in my childhood.
I frown, narrowing my eyes. I start picturing that beautiful Irish Rose. Funny enough, her name was really Rose. I picture Scott as Smitty. Chuck was right, history does repeat it's self.
I ask myself why. Why do I put myself in these situations? Oh! She saw me. Her smile turns into a sad expression. She looks away, as so do I. I must look pathetic. My frown widens as I lower my head into my hands. She can see right through me. Probably reading my thoughts at this very moment. I growl louder,digging my fingers into my face w
Time when Pack find Man-PupPups listen. I tell story. Is Pack-story, story every Father-of-Pack tell pups for many wolf-lives. Is story of how man-pup join Pack.Time when Pack find Man-Pup5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is warm-time when happen, many wolf-lives ago. Not usual warm-time. Not time for celebrate new pups. Much sadness for Pack. There being sickness that kill pups. Mother-of-Pack lose pups from last warm-time and warm-time before. Now sickness only leave one she-pup.
Pack is resting near den in light-time. Hear noise. Is man feet. Man come close, stop, leave. Pack is hearing new sound now. Is loud, annoying. Father-of-Pack go look closer. Find small pink thing covered in strange thick fur. Is not knowing what do with.
"What is? What is?" cry Mother-of-Pack from den.
"Is man-pup" say Father-of-Pack.
Hear Mother-of-Pack leave den. Come sniff man-pup.
"Is strange. Smell like prey, whimper like wolf-pup" say Mother-of-Pack.
"Is left by man to die in forest. Man not always want pup. I take away from den for you" say Father-of-Pack.
"No. Man-pup is gift. Father-
The Quistis kissThe Quistis kiss10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Quistis kiss.
There I was, quiet and afraid,
Watching the world stand still.
Then you came along and kissed me so deep,
What A price to pay for a thrill.
Now I'm alone, I cannot sleep,
I am Haunted by your kiss.
You are in my mind, I keep saying your name,
Restless night, I still think,
A love so deep, so pure, so strong.
Will I ever see you again?
Who cares…if it's wrong…
The sun rises and you're still here,
I never really lost you, Quistis.
As long as my memory serves me well.
I'll always remember that kiss.
30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Hide his hair straightener. (Thanks Theyaylady)
2. Jump out of a random closet, scream as you shove a rock in his mouth and walk away as though nothing has happened.
3. Constantly remind him that he spends more time on his hair than the average American girl.
4. Creep up behind him the middle of the night singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
5. Paint his guitar bright pink with a yellow lightening stripe.
6. Draw a mustache on his face in permanent marker while he sleeps.
7. Laugh hysterically when he wakes up to discover your lovely artwork.
8. Lean very close to his face, until your noses are almost touching, and loudly declare Im wearing new socks today!
9. Spend all of your free time thinking up ways to annoy him.
10. Light a match, CAREFULLY hold it close to his hair and say This is a hold up, nobody move and Georgs hair doesnt pay the ultimate price!
11. Ask if he would like a kiwi.
Rosas RojasCuando huyó del pueblo no imaginaba que acabaría así.Rosas Rojas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1937, España está dividida. Por un lado los Nacionales, por el otro los Republicanos.
Su marido estaba con los nacionales, su padre con los republicanos.
Había crecido en la República, había conseguido votar, y ahora su papel volvía a estar relegado al de una ama de casa aburrida y cansada.
Los primeros años de su matrimonio, aún en la etapa de la República, habían sido muy felices. Se había enamorado perdidamente del jefe de la fábrica de curtidos en la que trabajaba. Era un hombre serio, algo estricto pero muy correcto que supo tratarla como a una princesa. Él le prometió la Luna y ella abrazó ese sueño cuando apenas contaba dieciocho años.
Todo se estropeó cuando el matrimonio descubrió que no podía tener hijos. Entonces fue repudiada y condenada a convertirse en una esclava de los deseos de un marido que
Rubble Of A HeartbreakThe light begins to fadeRubble Of A Heartbreak6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In my now starless sky
You turned your back and walked away
You never told me why
Love is just a game it seems
And I feel like I have lost
Frozen love clogs my veins
Your touch as cold as frost
Digging in the rubble
In the rubble of a heartbreak
Youve drawn a line between our lips
Im just another mistake
I play like a broken jigsaw
This incurable disease
I wake to the taste of incomplete
Back under the salty seas
30 Ways to Annoy Gustav30 Ways to Annoy Gustav Schafer30 Ways to Annoy Gustav7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Steal his drumsticks and replace them with lollipops.
2. Make random animal noises every time he walks past you.
3. Duct tape yourself to his back.
4. Sit on his foot and refuse to relocate yourself for the rest of the day.
5. Lock him in a closet right before a concert.
6. Constantly remind him that Bill and Tom are way more popular than him. (I love you Gustav!)
7. Steal all of his favorite CDs and bury them in the backyard.
8. Spend your day doing nothing but thinking up ways to annoy him.
9. Give him death glares all day. When he asks you what is wrong, tell him theres a pebble in your shoe.
10. Glomp him from behind and shout "Viva Le Resistance" with a fist punch and run away, screaming. (Thanks Blackroses13!)
11. Cosplay as a random Naruto character, pick up his drumsticks, and shout Drumstick no Jutsu as you chuck them at him.
12. Smile as he yells at you.
13. Put a sombrero on your head and stalk him for the rest of the day.
Escritor WritterEscritor Writter5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ser mágico cuya pluma dibuja el mundo, lo transforma y lo moldea a su imagen y semejanza.
Sus herramientas son el papel y la tinta. Con ellas construye realidades y ficciones, narra vidas y experiencias inmortalizándolas en papel para toda la eternidad; expresa los sentimientos y secretos que esconde y alberga el alma; nos dibuja una sonrisa o nos derrama una lagrima en las mejillas.
Poetas, artistas, simples escritores de toda edad y condición, dibujan nuestras existencias en el papel, en cada letra que trazan, en palabra que unen, en cada línea que componen. Gente común de un mundo común, que demuestra que la vida aunque no siempre sea color de rosas, si puede ser bella y hermosa ante los ojos del poeta y escritor. Aquel ser que ve el mundo con ojos de fantasía, de ilusión, de esperanza, de fe y que dislumbra a las personas con compasión y empatía.
Escritores, necesitamos escritores. Aquellos que nos digan que el sol
El CazadorCorre el año 5052. Podría ser abril, o junio. Desde donde ahora me encuentro resulta difícil de determinar. Pero eso no es importante. Lo que quizás lo sea es que mi planeta(de hecho, el nuestro), está muerto. La contaminación, la desaparición de la capa de ozono y la sistemática explotación de los recursos lo ha convertido en una trampa mortal. Puede que estés imaginándote un gran desierto. Quizás lo que veas sean cráteres, volcanes y terremotos que destrozan el terreno. Incluso en la temprana época que vives, ya te habrán contado lo suficiente como para que imagines el peor de los destinos para la Tierra. Si es así, olvídalo. Borra la imagen que forma tu mente, porque todo cuanto sabes o piensas es falso. La realidad, en cambio, es más sencilla: vivo en el infierno. Sólo una cosa se mantiene que quizá nos una, que tal vez puedas recordar. La ley más antigua de todas, la más aEl Cazador4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nada masNADA MÁSNada mas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ya casi estamos.
Corre, corre, CORRE.
Mis pies no pueden abarcar mayor velocidad, están rozando el límite de mi persona, casi volamos, pero aún mantengo tu hombro pegado al mío y mi brazo envolviendo tu cintura, aprisionándola como una culebra.
No puedo dejar que te separes de mí, no ahora.
La multitud comienza a agolparse a nuestro alrededor, uniéndose a la frenética carrera hacia ninguna parte. Todo por abandonar.
Tu respiración se agita a medida que comienzo a empujar y apartar espaldas de nuestras únicas y escasas vías de escape entre la gente. Cuerpos que no me importa pisotear, arrojar al suelo y enviar hasta la muerte si hace falta para lograr sacarte de aquí.
No necesito mirarte a la cara para saber cuál debe ser tu expresión, ni meterme en tu mente para adivinar lo que estás pensando. No hay nada,
Medved' Beis- Chapter 12Ruyak was dizzy with fear as he listened to the slow, muted steps approach the workroom. He heard Kaelin scrambling back into the urn, and he stopped breathing as his mother’s bemused face appeared in the doorway.Medved' Beis- Chapter 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It isn’t Kadu. A tiny flutter of relief tried to burn some of the tension out of his muscles, but it failed. He stood frozen as he watched Datee glance around the room.
Without speaking, Datee stepped over the threshold and reached for the Adinen lying on the floor nearby.
“I came to speak to you about this,” said Datee as she studied the incomplete amulet in her hand. “This doesn’t look like the design you showed me.”
“I-I know...” said Ruyak hesitantly. He forced himself to turn towards his mother and assemble a less suspicious expression.
Datee’s brown eyes were skeptical as she looked sideways at her son. Her delicate, round ears turned to point into every corner of the room, and Ruyak swallowed nervously.
Affection - FrUKArthur and Francis were at a fancy French restaurant (Francis picked it, of course) for dinner. There was no special occasion, no birthday or celebration of anything else. Francis had simply decided to take the younger male out to dinner. While the Frenchman boredly sifted through the menu, Arthur's face was crinkled up.Affection - FrUK4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"God dammit, frog, I can't understand any of this! Your dumb language is so stupid and confusing! I hate it!" Arthur grumbled.
"Shh, not so loud, Arthur," the taller of the two replied. Some people can understand you, keep it down. Shall I order for you, mon petit lapin~?"
"What? Yeah, fine, whatever. Just don't get me something gross that I wouldn't like."
After the waitress came and waited the two, Arthur sat there and stared at the table. "What are you doing, mon chien?"
"I'm not a fucking dog," Arthur hissed.
"Non, but you are ma biche, oui?" Francis mused.
"What? No, I'm not your bloody bitch, dammit! What's wrong with you?"
DarknessDarkness9 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
What would you do if you woke up in darkness? Well the average light sleeping person would think nothing of it. Midnight is usually a very dark hour. But the darkness I woke up in was not ordinary.
It was as black as pitch. I'm sure if you breathed in a gulp of that bone dry, ice cold air, you could choke on it. When I woke up, I was sure I'd gone blind. I sat up and groped around for the flashlight on my bedside table. But instead of feeling the smooth, polished wood, my hand continued down to the floor. Instead of my fuzzy carpet, cold tile met my fingers. My hand retracted instantly. Where was I?
"You're here. You're there. It's a bit like everywhere." A voice rang through my ears, and I froze. Being the stubborn guy I was, I figured I watched a little too much TV last night, and this is some dream as a result of it.
"No, Silas, this isn't a dream. Nor is it a nightmare. Come to think of it, this is very real." The word 'very' had a strange tone that sent a chill down my spin