Cause and Effect - A Writer's GuideCause and Effect - A Writer's Guide3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cause and Effect
~a guide to protagonists
Protagonist. That's a nice, official-sounding word, isn't it? You don't have the 'good guy'. You don't have the 'hero/heroine'. The protagonist is your main character, the one people love, and the term is usually considered interchangeable with the first two definitions.
That's not actually true. Protagonist does not mean 'good guy' and antagonist does not mean 'bad guy'. Heroes and villains get lumped into subjective categories, but protagonists and antagonists are completely different things.
Protagonists and antagonists are automatically related to one another, and often end up being opposing forces. No matter what, the protagonist must be capable of some form of conscious thought--otherwise they aren't capable of having a point of view, and you end up with nothing.
The antagonist, however, doesn't even need to be alive. Is a tornado an antagonist? It certainly can be. Any situation or being the prot
Missing youMissing youMissing you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting here now
An missing you.
Its a pain,
A constant longing
That never goes away.
I lie in bed at night
Wishing you were here
To hold me tight.
I feel so empty
I feel so alone
I only want to be in your arms.
I wish i could see you
If only for 5 minutes,
I long to hear your voice.
I want you here,
I need you here
Now and forever.
But instead I am left alone
Trapped in this hole
And missing you...
2. LoveLove2. Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is such an overused
And misunderstood word,
But not a word
Or an emotion;
It's a choice.
A choice to put the beloved
To make them feel special,
Make them feel cherished,
Show them that they are respected,
That they are wanted and needed,
To show them the beauty
That one sees in them.
To be loved
Is an entirely different
It is to feel special,
Wanted and needed,
To feel beautiful...
And to feel safe doing so.
It is much more difficult for me
To feel loved than it is
For me to love another;
I love so easily,
Give of myself so freely,
That it is easy for me to be
Taken advantage of...
And it has become difficult for me
So I love,
But am afraid of believing
That I am loved,
For to believe would allow
Me to be very hurt,
Should I not truly be as loved
As I think I am.
Missing youI miss youMissing you9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Being so far away
Can't wait for the day
That I see you again
Time stands still
Waiting for you
If only you knew
How your smile makes me feel
I miss you
Hearing your laughter
I wish time went by faster
So I could see you again
17yearsFive years old, laughter in our cheeks..17years6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young girls, trading shoes and necklaces.
I didn't think anything could destroy what we
Had, since our friendship survived High School
And all the stones being thrown.
But now I cannot say anything to you, because
I do not know you. Even though my heart has
Always said your name, for 17years.
But the thing that sickens me, is that after all
These years, we literally have nothing to
Show for it. But my tears and empty comments
On your facebook page. It really hurts.
How I can love you soo much, and try so hard,
And I feel like you don't even care to call me
When I give you my number.
It's been 3years since I spoke to you,
Since I even saw your face. And so, to call you
My friend, tastes like such a lie.
I tried so hard to keep this friendship from dieing,
But when one person tries so hard, and the other
Person doesn't try at all, things die even faster.
Tired I am of reaching out to you, just to come
Back with empty hands and feeling like I did
1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados7 years ago in Teen More Like This
01 y 02-- No apto para Enamorados
LOS HOMBRES LAS PREFIEREN PELIRROJAS
Aquel chico flacucho de anteojos grandes observaba detenidamente el cielo. Parecía que esperaba a alguien. Desde el principio pude darme una idea de lo que él deseaba. Nosotras tres salíamos de la escuela. Nuestras faldas escolares se mecían con el viento, provocando que nos sintiéramos frescas. Nuestra blusa de mangas cortas también ayudaba a combatir ese terrible calor de marzo. Caminá-bamos juntas como siempre, pasando por el pequeño parque detrás de la escue-la Secundaria.
¡No de verdad! Te lo juro.
¡¿En serio?! ¿Cómo crees?
Mis amigas parecían no ponerse de acuerdo. Yo sólo las seguía a sus espal-das escuchándolas con toda calma. De vez en cu
ParkourPushing the limits of society's realityParkour8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always moving; ever flowing
Reaching for new heights in order to be free
Kick off walls; never slowing
Opening pathways where others see barriers
Under the rail, off the building
Re-modelling one's paradigm of the world..
frustrateevery time you say my name,frustrate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hear 'i love you' in its place.
the insistence on apathy,
the determination to stay neutral,
is a constant stutter.
i want you to allow yourself
to want me,
to tell me what it feels like,
to know what i am.
i have nothing holding me back
but two arms like thin vines
grown on another girl.
she is why i am afraid
to love you
septemberseptember was never a happy month for herseptember6 years ago in Other More Like This
because sometimes she got the feeling she was an apple
and they fell down. rain drops
scattered around her collar bone so that for a moment
she'd feel like someone was there
and she'd smile. it takes
forty-three muscles to frown but only
seventeen to smile. sometimes she thought
she needed the excercise.
she had been sitting there for a day, not moving
except for a sudden flinch every one hour and thirty-six minutes
when she'd scrape her knuckles in the gravel pit until
they would bleed over the bruises
she had gotten.
but, then again, october was never even a month.
eyes like the universe.leonard mccoy was not a sentimentalist. not after the only woman he ever loved decided to tear his heart damn near into a thousand pieces and leave them scattered in the dust. he dimly remembered the heady, rushing high of falling in love and the warm glow of being loved in return; but he had given up on the rose-tinted future years ago. he’d believed in love-at-first-sight once, maybe, but he felt too goddamn old and jaded to keep holding onto a fairytale.eyes like the universe.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
and then he had staggered into a shuttle to the starfleet academy, and found himself forced into a seat beside jim kirk. he remembered exchanging pleasantries - if ‘i may throw up on you’ could be called a pleasantry, which he severely doubted - and telling him more about himself than he ever meant to. why he thought the kid would be interested in his marital - fuck, ex-marital - strife, he wasn’t sure, but he was still smarting from the divorce, and he’d sort of asked.
and then the engines wer
Lilac II - tankaa star-glowLilac II - tanka4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
GlassesGlasses4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I feel I am being held captive,
Like a beautiful bird in a small iron cage.
I feel a red hot anger within me,
Like a crazy bull in a blind rage.
I feel I am in constant, spinning turmoil,
Like a delicate butterfly in a swirling tornado.
I feel as though I am lost in limbo,
Like a condemned angel without a halo.
Then it passes,
And a tinkling sound fills the room,
Kind of like good friends toasting,
Gently banging each others' glasses.
He loves me, he loves me not__He loves me, he loves me not__4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd think you know someone
after living with them for
a few years. but, you'd be
to think such a ridiculous thing
For, who truly knows oneself better
than that person himself?
Years of loyalty and trust you give
to this person, but he takes that for
Of course he would *snicker*
I have come to the conclusion
that all men are
Sitting by candle light
I stare out the rain-stained window.
It's pouring a monsoon outside
but I can see a faint outline of a figure.
Moments escape. . .
Tick. Tock. Tick.
The door opens behind. And there he is.
"Oh! You are awake..."
"Where were you?"
At work doing over time, he tells me.
Walking to him, I catch a scent of
Taking off his drenched coat, I can see
the side of his face in the dim candle light.
A red smear. A pair of runny lip stains.
That fool did he think the rain would wash
away the evidence and leave it
bright eyes - collabtheres a girl whose lips taste like a half moon and her fingers like the sun, just two minutes and thirty three seconds before dawn. you know the way you feel, when youre standing outside in the near-dark with a cold chest and cold toes, waiting for the sun to appear from behind the horizon. when theres a whisper in the leaves and murmurs from the grass, and the mud; its filling the gaps between your toes and youre crying. it is just like her, you think. just like her fingers with cracked nails and calloused fingertips.bright eyes - collab6 years ago in Teen More Like This
theres a girl whose got bright eyes and makes you think about eating tea and biscuits in houses with whitewashed walls. she makes you think that maybe the clouds are dreams but then it rains and you want to disappear; sink into nothingness. shes oh so beautiful with her vicious thoughts and destructive tendencies, but the worst thing though, is the way she always smells of paint. of aerosol cans and pretty colours, and the way
Silent VoicesSilent Voices3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though I can not hear your words to me
I see the subtle smile behind your words.
We become indulged in our own world
of silent words between us.
My hands display my hearts' feelings
in artful gestures to relay my thoughts.
Those who see me believe I'm just like them
but unknown to them I see more than most.
Little signs of human interaction
giving away all of the secrets
behind the words I can not really hear.
I see the world in a different light
a world of silent voices.
My way of talking may be unfamiliar to you
but the beauty of my language is unmatched.
I remember the sound of your world
But I know my world is just as beautiful.
Draw with meI look out and see you thereDraw with me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to yell but you just stare
You make odd gestures
I get the hint
I get some chalk
and draw on our block
I throw you a piece
you catch it with ease
My hand I raise
and look into your gaze
our hands never meet
yet they are as close as they can get
A chill goes down my spine
then I see your eyes shine
I draw six words
words that can't come true
I see you frown
so I get up off the ground
I throw one swing
To be with you
The clear class smashes
but something happens
It all retracts
and I am left with one arm
I sit in front of our block
And pick up the chalk
My lines are all squiggly
I can not draw
When I come back
there's a little box that's black
I slowly open
Only to see the unbelievable
You soon appear
then it's all clear
Your missing an arm
and I read
poema 11A MIS PRIMASpoema 118 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
POR A.J CADIZ
Desde aquí lo único que puedo hacer
Es desearte lo mejor
Siempre te imagino sonriendo
Aunque eso me conlleve a llorar
Y extrañarte por todo lo lejos
Siempre estarás allí
No importa que no nos hablemos
No importa la distancia ni el mar
Se que la sangre agua no se hace
Y mis recuerdos no se borraran
Desde aquí lo que deseo es verte feliz
Y que cada día sonrías más
Siempre los recuerdos de niño vienen y se quedan
Cuando las fotos las veo una y otra vez
Pero todavía se que estas allí
Y que también me recuerdas
Y que extrañas esta parte del planeta
Que sueñas con las vacaciones perfectas
Al lado de los que no ves
Por que en tu corazón permanecen
Por que no importa lo lejos que alguien se encuentre
La sangre no se olvida del amor ni los recuerdos
Desde aquí lo que te quiero decir
Es que te recuerdo un sin fin
Y hay muchos mas que al igual que yo
Te quieren mucho e inclus