laughing, magic manwhen i was little, i laughed with you.laughing, magic man2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
scrunched cheeks, watered eyes
carefree to the worries of the world,
enchanted with your magical mind.
i laughed, because i was happy;
you laughed so i would laugh.
that was your job.
as i got older, i laughed at you,
knowing at last the boundaries
of a flickering screen and the
fame that followed them.
i laughed, because you were funny
and i was still under the spell
you spun over a child's heart:
the only real-life magic is a smile.
you were our magician,
and we're still grateful.
when i grew up, you taught me again,
one last lesson about your magic:
sadness should never be a secret.
tearfully, i wonder
how long you let sadness eat
that precious smile alive,
before it spirited you away.
dear laughing, magic man,
i wish you'd shared your pain.
you gave and smiled so freely,
i never had a chance
IntetarAlguien dijo sin prisaIntetar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que los hombres no lloran
yo no se quien lo dijo
pero quiero advertir
que le que siente en su pecho
que las penas afloran
tiene todo el derecho
de llorar y sufrir
El que calla su llanto
callara su alegria
el simetrico opuesto de reir es llorar
como el sol y la luna
es la noche y el dia
cuando mas has sufrido
mas aprendes a amar
Si contara los golpes
que me ha dado la vida
y las puertas que nunca
me quisieron abrir
seria enorme la suma
de la inmensa medida
de castigos y engaños
que aprendi a resistir
Cada "NO" que escuchaba
se crecio en mi memoria
y jamas el orgullo
me dejo claudicar
si al final del camino
encontre la victoria
se lo devo a una cosa
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
Just Another Love StoryMilly was reading Water Babies. More accurately, she was trying to read it, while simultaneously ignoring her sister's obnoxiously loud rap CD and not stressing about her Psych test. Even more accurately, she was trying not to think about Jasper. It wasn't the best choice of novel for that.Just Another Love Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She laid the flimsy paperback on her desk and looked at the bookshelf. She could give up on her set work and pick an old favourite. It wasn't as if she were failing Lit. Reluctantly, she picked the book up again. She didn't need anything more to feel guilty about. She was about to start reading when she realised that there was something caught in the back cover.
She slipped her fingers behind the pages and pulled out a sheet of notepaper. Something was written at the top in strong, loopy handwriting. She smiled bitterly. She'd thought it was Jasper's handwriting for moment. There was no escaping him. She absent-mindedly began reading.
I'm sorry. Forgive me, Milly?
BombadilHe was there to form his songsBombadil2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the earth to none belonged
The singer saw no paths were laid
No footfalls yet in fen or glade
No hunter, plowman, prince or serf
Settled on this virgin earth
The sun was young, horizons free,
No mast or sail yet dot the sea
Not even high-born Elvin kind
Found this place in form or mind
His song began; he stood alone…
To fruit the earth—seed, nut and cone
Long he sang and forests grew
Frond and petal graced with dew
Mountains smoothed from gentle rains
Quenching thirst and growing grain
Vast in numbers, both bird and beast
Came to revel in his feast
Man-kind also settled there
Lordly men and damsels fair
Kings and kingdoms put each to test
Hobbled East—entombed the West
Shadows came from o’er the sea
From which all that's wholesome flees
This bestirred those long-dead Kings
And made them covet living things
Our Singer’s friends by chance drew near
They lay entranced and choked with fear
To succor friends at their great ne
Small-Blade and the Mighty OakA blade of grass stares in aweSmall-Blade and the Mighty Oak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a towering oak.
All around him his patch-mates wave their young green sprouts,
greeting the wind in joy;
the gentle breeze swaying them back and forth, and they
laughing like schoolchildren on a swing.
They mingle, knotted and woven,
displaying their patchwork face,
when the sun is high and the wind is still.
as the rains wash over them,
into their neighbors,
And every day this enterprising young sprout
watches the oak in envy.
And one day he works up his mighty courage and asks,
"Isn't it nice to be a big, tall tree?"
At first the oak does not reply;
he is preoccupied
with oaky things, no doubt.
But eventually the small voice
catches his attention,
and he espies there the tiny blade
with long patience
and aged understanding.
And for three days
Every day the young blade looks up at him in glee,
hoping the great, big tree will hear him this day
Del amor desesperadoDel amor desesperadoDel amor desesperado6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amarte es querer beberme el universo
y en suspenso desangrarte,
desearte con tanto esmero
que temo algún día poder encontrarte.
Amarte es romper los cristales
que atan cada fantasía,
e intentar recuperarte
de entre mis más tristes días.
Eres como fuego en mi
y al mismo tiempo, eres hielo,
pues congelas mi existir;
los momentos son eternos.
Amarte, lo juro, es verso
sin rima ni libertad,
sin decisión, sin tormento;
es poesía, nada más.
Todo es un preámbulo de ti,
de tus miradas, de tus silencios
me envuelves en tu vivir,
me robas los sentimientos.
¿Qué hacer ante el dulce amor,
que fastidia pensamientos,
que nos induce al terror,
a la locura y al sufrimiento?
Sin embargo yo te amo,
bajo la máscara y el telón;
atrás de los juramentos,
escondida en el perdón.
Y te deseo tanto que muero
en cada filosofía
que menciona que la vida
se va sólo entre unos besos
Hey John.Hey John.Hey John.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
How's it going up there?
I know we never met, but you have made an enormous impact in my life. You taught me to love,to never be afraid to stand up for what's right, and to give peace a chance.
You passed away 17 years before I was born.
You'll never know me, and you'll never know millions of other fans all around the globe. You've made infathomable impacts in so many people's lives.
They say you can't miss what you never had, but that's a lie. I missed an oppurtunity to meet you because of my inconveniently late birth. I never had the oppurtunity, yet I miss it.
I'd like to think that we could've been friends. Sadly, I'll never know if you would've had the patience to put up with me.
70 years in a long time. It's quite the milestone.
You're gone, but never forgotten.
Love from across the universe,
Vile UMVC3 MovesetVile UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Robot (Maverick)
Game Series: MegaMan X
First Appearance: MegaMan X (1993)
Health: 950,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 6
He used to be a Maverick Hunter prior to the first X game and was ranked S-A Class in Sigma's 17th Elite Unit prior to his commander's rebellion against humanity. He appeared in multiple games of the series as a boss character and was playable for the first time in Maverick Hunter X, a remake of the first Mega Man X for the PlayStation Portable.
Vile will teleport himself onto stage, getting into his fighting stance.
#1: Disgusting human race I will destroy you.
#2: You think you can defeat me with a weapon like that?!
#3: I'm going to tear you apart!
#4: I've no time to waste with you
#5: You stand no chance of defeating me
Against Zero: I shall destroy
Poland10.04.2010 - The political and finest military leaders of Poland died in an aircrash in west Russia, when going to mourn alongside the russian political leaders, the Katyn massacre ordered by Stalin.Poland4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We should mourn. And those who say "I'm not polish, i don't need to mourn, i don't care" know that not only you're not polish, you're also not a human beign.
Such tragedy is enough to destroy any country's will. Such tragedy is enough to destroy any human will.
Let us show the dying earth that humans still care for each other. Let us not cry on the streets, but be silent on our hearts.
In times of tragedy, human beigns should put aside any differences and help each other.
And all the help we can give to Poland right now is comfort. Comfort in knowing that they're not alone.
Conlanging: A How-ToAre you the sort of person who looks at Elvish script and realizes with excitement that those gorgeous squiggles actually mean something? When watching Avatar, did you find yourself trying to work out certain Na’vi words? Have you ever wished you could make up your own language, whether as something to share with your friends when you were young, or else a deeper element to flesh out your personal universe? If so, you’re damn weird. But you’re also lucky, because this article for the layman is going to make your linguistic dreams a reality.Conlanging: A How-To1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’re going to talk about language. More specifically, we’re going to talk about what happens when we take language apart into its little recognizable pieces, because it’s from these pieces of real, natural languages that we build our constructed languages, or conlangs. Essentially, you’re going to get a crash-cours
y te grito:sequel to o balmy breath; continuation of passages from invitation to a beheading, by vladimir nabokovy te grito:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, why not drink this mush of hope, this thick, sweet slop my hopes are still alive and I thought that at least now, at least here, where solitude is held in such high esteem, it might divide into two parts only, for you and for me, instead of multiplying as it didnoisy, manifold, absurd, so that I could not even come near you this is why I am writingthis is my last attempt to explain to you what is happening, Marthe make an exceptional effort and understand, if only through a fog, if only with a corner of your brain, but understand what is happening, Marthe, understand that they are going to kill mecan it be so difficult
I do not ask lengthy widows lame
Eulogy for BearEulogy for Bear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A friend devolves and a beast acquires a soul
These journeys are begun for reasons
that we soon forget. Some of Adam's kin
jettison little-by-little their sacred selves,
finally separating from the human family to
run mad with the currency of
wild nature's uncharitable law.
But some of the beasts become us;
attached by leash they pull us through parks,
we wrestle them like unruly boys
and dress them in old clothes (forgive us).
And in the darkest night when evil is about
we steady their tattered nerves
when we ourselves are fearful
and thus we find our common tongue
loyalty until death, courage, love.
Fifteen Common Mistakes New Writers Make1. Not using spaces in-between paragraphs. It keeps your work from looking like a huge blob. In fact, most new ones don't even use multiple lines by using the enter key.Fifteen Common Mistakes New Writers Make2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. Not using spell check or don't check their grammer.
3. Clumping details instead of mingling them in. For instance, "John pushed his black hair out of his eyes." sounds a lot better than. "John has black hair.
4. Not being descriptive enough. While you can see all these details in your mind, get a proofreader to make certain you have not left out any important details.
5. Not using various sentence structures to create a changing flow. Fight scenes tend to use much faster sentences to get across the pace.
6. Using a cliched story. Don't use something you've seen done many times before, as it seems to other people that have seen those things that it is redundant. Do use unique twists on tried archetypes.
7. They don't flesh out story's universes. For example, in a fantasy universe, try a
only love can break your heart i was packing for university, going through my closet and found a small wooden box. i opened it, and found a thousand faded memories.only love can break your heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
a littleboy valentine from the boy i loved in grade two. the lace edges are torn, but the careful cursive letters stating his everlasting love are as bright as they were when they could still light up my heart.
a broken crayon from the first boy i kissed. he held my hand and told me i was pretty in the way that only a twelveyearoldboy can, and on my birthday he gave me a crayon the exact color of my eyes.
a stuffed toy my first real boyfriend won for me at the fair he was the one I kissed in the school's storage room with the lights off. we missed each other's lips, but it was okay. he loved me anyway.
a half-full notebook filled with campsong lyrics, all from the boy that taught me to love the rain and to sing like no one was listening.
An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.An Apple for the Teacher3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.
"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.
"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they gave their teacher an apple, and I think it would be a nice thing to do."
"Alright," I said, "we will get some apples. Any kind of apple in particular?"
He thought about it. "A big red one."
The next morning he marched off to school with his big proud apple held delicat
Paradigm ShiftEmerging flash of starlight papParadigm Shift2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
between sunset and ocean cap
colliding spang into my eyes
for once to have me realize
not everything becomes a song,
and I shall sleep before too long.
Asian Sky: A PoemAsian Sky: A Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but never tense
with a daze
almost of cream
the caress of you
is but a dream
Sultry, but cute
at the very same time
the bells shall surely chime
Every so often
a bountiful pair
but you timelessly have
soft, silky hair
I see that smile
I hope that you
will stay a while
As I finalize
I sincerely don't mean
to steal some words from Vai
I too wish
to be alive
in an Asian Sky
Open WoundsOpen Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone