My Nirvana: a Song for KurtMy Nirvana: a Song for Kurt4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beautiful blond hair, blowing in the breeze
Beautiful blue eyes, like an icy freeze
You're frozen in time, ooh ooh ooh
When I look at you, beauty's what I see
Though you weren't perfect, you're perfect to me
A hero of mine, ooh ooh ooh
You were more than just a singer of songs
More than what others see through you
Though your life burned out before mine began
I feel connected to you
You're my Nirvana, my state of true bliss
You are my hero, it's you that I miss
Full of teen spirit, a flower in bloom
Locked in a heart-shaped box, no living room
All in all his all we are, all apologies
You've helped teach me who I am, who to be
You were mor
I Miss You...I Miss You...8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Miss You...
I Miss You...
I Miss your sweet smile...
I Miss your soulful eyes...
I Miss your beauty...
I Miss your touch...
I Miss your love...
I Miss you being with me...
I Miss everything...
I Miss the laughter...
I Miss your kisses...
I Miss your caresses...
I Miss your embraces...
I Miss the passion...
I Miss You...
I'll Breathe.I'll breathe when the fighting stops,I'll Breathe.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll breathe when the dust is washed from the marble floors,
I'll breathe when the tears of ice stop falling from my soul,
And I'll breathe when light shines through the broken windows of Heaven.
The Best Four Days...The Best Four Days...8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Best Four Days...
Dressed in naval costume...
I waited by the doors...
I saw the white ship moving...
She hummed the wedding cannon!
You waltzed on through the sliding door!
I got up fast and ran to you!
I kissed you forevermore!
I felt my knees were shaking...
You held me close to you...
The beauty of your face...
The entrancing grace...
We held hands and smiled!
You stood on tipped toes!
You kissed me sweetly and smiled!
We spent the day in taking pictures!
The Grand Dame smiling upon us!
We held hands and smiled and giggled!
Not caring who saw us!
We shared our luncheon, our supper!
We shared even breakfast too!
InvisibleHave you ever wondered what it feels like to be invisible? Like, when you were younger and someone asked you what superpower you'd want, if you were a superhero. Flying, mind reading, super-strength, invisibility. It sounds cool. Mysterious. You could find out everyone's secrets, uncover evil plots, save the world every day. Everyone would love you. You'd get your own movie, they'd probably write a book about you and every little kid would have a lunchbox with your face on it. Whatever takes your fancy, you'd get it.Invisible1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well. Sorry to interrupt the dream moment, but it is nothing like that. Not at all. Take it from someone who is actually inv
GoodbyeGoodbye1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It has been a long time since lunchtime.
I know this because of the big, old clock on the wall outside Grandmama's bedroom, which keeps on ticking, even when I close my eyes and put my hands over my ears, it still ticks loudly in my head, throbbing through my skull. Lunch was at twelve o'clock precisely. It is now five oh four.
I am tired too. I couldn't sleep last night; I just lay awake in my bed, listening to Maurice and Leopold breathing deeply. I don't know whether Drino slept because I couldn't hear his breathing, but he wouldn't answer me when I called. I wouldn't be surprised if he was awake. After all, it is hard to sleep if in ano
Introduction. I flatten the tips of my fingers against a whitewashed windowpane. I lean on it, hoping perhaps it will shatter. Making all the little pieces slip onto the ground. It fells so odd to be cut off from seeing the world. There is a strip of clear glass on the window that allows me to see beyond the inside of this house. The only part of the world I can see is the Voznesenski Cathedral across the road and if I press my cheek to the glass I can see the sky. I miss seeing the soft petals of the flowers that mother had in her Mauve Room, her special room; how bright and wonderful they were. At times I can hear the cathedral bells tolling and I trIntroduction.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One.-Chapter One-Chapter One.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I felt warm hands around my waist; they pulled me up and sat me on a high wooden stool. My young reflection stared back at me from the plain glass mirror as mother whispered in my ear. "You will be good.'' Her melancholy voice told me without wavering. "I will be good.'' I repeated back to her, still staring in the glass; not turning my head to look at her or even bating an eyelash.
I saw the same girl that my mother said would go the farthest out of all her daughters and understood her the most. But in that moment I knew I was not being praised, I was being punished for a witty little comment I had made abo
Leaving the Alexander Palace. Like the cold waves of the Black Sea crashing upon the rocks, my heart is shattered into a million little pieces. It feels as though my entire world has stopped, reminding me of a train screeching to a halt and in slow motion it falls from its track. All I can hear is the constant ticking of the clock, there is only so much time left. Today is the 13th of August, 1917. Two days ago Kerensky came to father and told him we must leave our home, our Alexander Palace. I don't know the reasons, perhaps it is for our own safety; I don't ask questions about matters like this. How badly I want to scream that I will not leave, but I must go where ILeaving the Alexander Palace.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Olga's PrayerOlga's Prayer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O Lord, When I leave this earth,
Take me to Heaven where I belong.
Bring me to a field of flowers that never die.
Give me joys that I never felt before.
Let me play once again with my Cousin Ella.
Do the same for Tatya, Mashka, Nastya, and Baby.
Protect Mama and Papa. Keep them in your care.
O Sweet Lord, when I leave this earth,
Remember me, Grand Duchess Olga.
"Give my love to all who remember me" ~Olga Nikolaevna Romanova
When Worms Rule the Earth poemWhen Worms Rule the Earth poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Join me, my fellow worms!
Grab a clod of dirt!
Tonight we strike the enemy!
Some humans we shall hurt!
We'll summon every nightcrawler.
From Canada they'll come.
The inch worms will come by the foot
To join the fighting fun.
And when our army's gathered,
We'll hold our heads up high.
"It's time, it's time to rule this earth!"
Will be our battle cry.
Our size gives us advantage.
We'll lay down very low.
Our infantries, a thousand strong,
Will strike the clueless foe.
We'll defecate mulch in their eyes.
We'll clog their lungs with soil.
They'll never see it coming.
In fear they shall recoil!
And then we'll raise our vict'ry
Pagan PyreYou claim we are all born in sin!Pagan Pyre2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost without your shepherds crook!
Blind to the light you claim to spread!
Through sword and flame, you forced us to kneel!
Branded heathens and made to serve!
Thought us lost to ages past!
But flames of the old souls still burn bright!
And within our hearts,they shall never fade!
Burning steel and earthen prayer!
Summer winds and cleansing rains!
Shall stand the test of time eternal!
Heathen, Pagan, these names we bare!
And shall fight till the flames of the pyre lick our flesh!
I amI am3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I wonder why we are born Royal but stripped of our titles
I hear the sound of galloping horses
I see the freedom ahead of me
I want things to be right
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I pretend to be married to a soldier and have twenty kids
I feel the flowers being blown by the wind
I touch the fence that bounded us from the world
I worry we may be erased from existence
I cry that we are trapped with no way out
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I understand that you would not free us
I say we are innocent
I dream the freedom that you would not give us
I try to convince you we did nothing wrong
An Artist Who Lost His Touch21 "Kurt?" Blaine asked his voice rough and barely audible.An Artist Who Lost His Touch212 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, yes Blaine I'm here." Kurt's hands roamed over his boyfriend, not sure if he wanted to hug him, kiss him, or what.
"What happened? Where are we?"
"We're in the hospital, Blaine." Kurt said quietly, pushing his curls out of his face and letting his hands linger. He watched as Blaine's expression changed from confusion, to realization, to finally relief.
"You're okay, thank god." He breathed, reaching one of his own hands up and intertwining his fingers with Kurt's. "If he would've hurt you I don't know what I would've done."
"Me? Blaine he hurt you," Kurt could feel the st
An Artist Who Lost His Touch20 "Kurt? Kurt are you still there?" Cassandra asked after a moment.An Artist Who Lost His Touch202 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kurt forced himself to respond, "Y-yeah."
"Do you happen to know where Bill has gotten to? He said he was going to go visit Blaine and he still hasn't come home. I mean, assuming you and Blaine are still together " She trailed off, clearly uncertain.
"I you mean you don't know?"
"Don't know what, sweetheart? Oh gosh, did you two break up? I'm so sorry if I've-"
"No, we didn't. Well we did, but we're back togetherthat's not the point. I mean that Blaine's in the hospital Mrs. Anderson," He paused at her gasp, "And it's because of your h
An Artist Who Lost His Touch17"Blaine!" Kurt shouted from the kitchen, "Blaine they're going to be here soon hurry up!"An Artist Who Lost His Touch172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blaine walked in wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans and a blue plaid shirt. "Chill, Kurt. I know for a fact about half of them will turn up late anyway."
Sure enough, it was ten minutes after the arranged time when the doorbell rang. Blaine told Kurt to stay put as he ran to get the door. On his doorstep were three of the girls and a few of the guys.
"Hey guys, come on in," Blaine said with a flourish of his arm, "Kurt's in the living room."
Kurt jumped when he heard the squeals of girls coming from the doorway, he looked over his shoulder
Anything's Possible 4 Kurt woke up the next morning, sun shining through his window. He furrowed his brow in confusion; why weren't the curtains on his bed closed? He felt the bed shift beside him and looked down to see Blaine curled up around one of his pillows. Oh. Oh. That's right; they'd fallen asleep like that, hadn't they?Anything's Possible 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, Kurtsie," Jeff said from his bed on the other side of the room, making him jump.
"Did you get laid?" Nick asked.
Kurt sighed, gently getting out of his bed so he didn't wake Blaine and going to his dresser. He chose to ignore them both as he grabbed a fresh set of uniforms and some undergarments. He walked straight for the bat
Anything's Possible 2Over the month week Kurt watched Blaine become more and more comfortable at Hogwarts. He was the type of person that made friends easily, that was obvious, and so by the end of the first week it was already like he had been here since first year. Kurt was a bit envious over how easily Blaine could gain friends; how none of them seemed to care he was gay like they did with Kurt.Anything's Possible 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're staring again, boo," Mercedes said from beside him, causing Kurt to snap out of his thoughts.
"You were staring at him again," Mercedes repeated, "Something's bugging you."
Kurt waved her off, "It's nothing, 'Cedes."
She raised an eyebrow, but di
An Artist Who Lost His Touch13Blaine was pleasantly surprised with how well his plans were working out on such little notice. He had made agreements with Tia to take Kurt shopping on Thursday; because Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to pull it all together for Wednesday, even if he did want to be there to congratulate Kurt on his last night. He told his teacher that he would be missing another couple of days of classes, but Mr. Frantica knew that Blaine was only in the class to get the degree; he didn't need anything more to be taught to him.An Artist Who Lost His Touch132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He's a bit reluctant, but I promised him a Grande Low Fat Mocha and gave him full permission to pick out an outfit for my 'date'
An Artist Who Lost His Touch11Kurt looked at his phone in horror. No way. There was no way in hell that that happened. When his ringtone began to play Kurt swallowed nervously. It was Blaine. He didn't know if he wanted to answer. What he had just sent it was so horribly embarrassing and he didn't know if he could deal with whatever Blaine was about to say. Kurt decided to let it ring through. Blaine didn't leave a message so Kurt placed his phone back on his nightstand. He was about to fall asleep when his ringtone played again.An Artist Who Lost His Touch112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, time to face the inevitable, he thought.
"Hi," Blaine's voice sounded husky and rough and Kurt pictured Blaine laying
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 5Blaine looked in the mirror of the grand bathroom, nervously straightening his bow tie. He had gelled his hair back for the first time in over three years, and his hair felt strange. But he wanted to at least look presentable for Kurt's performance. With a sigh he turned away from the mirror. Getting his bow tie to sit straight was just an impossible cause, it seemed. He walked out to the living area of Kurt's flat and looked around. It was eerily quiet without Kurt around, and he still had a good fifteen minutes before he was supposed to go downstairs. Blaine saw a guitar resting against one of the walls. Well, that wasn't here yesterday, hAn Artist Who Lost His Touch 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tropical Kisses 1Kurt heard his father clear his throat from the doorway, and Blaine jumped off him before Kurt could even blink. "Kurt, Blaine could you join me in the kitchen please?" Burt asked.Tropical Kisses 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blaine's eyes were wide and his face was red as he stared at Burt fearfully. Kurt glanced at his father in confusion, trying to decipher what he wanted through his eyes to no prevail. It couldn't be the "safe sex" talk; they'd gotten that the week after telling Burt they were together. So Kurt stood up, gently grabbing Blaine's hand to tug him along, and walked after his father into the kitchen. The first thing he noticed was the presence of Blaine's parents.
Doctor Who jokesKnock knock.Doctor Who jokes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Q: What happens when the headless monks leave banana peels on the floor?
A: Silence will fall
Q: How many Sontarans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None! Sontarans do not fear the dark!
Q: How many Time Lords does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Interference in the lighting practices of other cultures is strictly forbidden.
Q: How many cybermen does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: LIGHTBULBS ARE INELEGANT. THEY WILL BE UPGRADED.
Yo momma's so fat, the whole Slavine family could fit inside her at once
Yo momma's so fat, the cybermen upgraded her into a hot d
Rape pieceIMAGE: http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj59iqKaSr1qb2cxho1_500.pngRape piece2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"There are so many people replying to this saying how this girl is "asking for it" because of her top. You've just proved her point! You are taught by society to believe that a woman must dress a certain way to avoid being raped, instead of a man being taught that it is always wrong to rape. You are conditioned to think that way and it is pathetic and immoral and so so so WRONG. I'm so infuriated by looking at the notes on this. If you think even a little bit, that this woman- or any woman- is ASKING to get raped, unfollow me now because I do not want to be as