Like Conflicting ColoursLove. Such a small word, and yet it holds so many connotations, so many ideas and lives and inspiration. Being caught under its almighty wing can mean many emotions are felt, but it is never tedious.Like Conflicting Colours4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I in love?
I cannot say.
You make my head soar high above the clouds; make my heart thud quicker.
You make me wish I'd never met you; make me want to forget you.
Do you care?
I do not know.
Expel your feelings as if they were vomit. Display them for all to see until they back away gagging, and some poor misfortunate soul holds the task of clearing it all away. I'm looking for a scapegoat, because I know that when the time comes I will break under the pressure. I will need someone to fall back on, someone to blame, and someone to hurt.
You will end up hurting me.
Is that what you're scared of? I'm scared, so scared that I feel hollow when I think of being with anyone but you. The swirling colours of light and dark conflict, friendship mixes with love in a pretty mess of whites and blacks
Saying The Right WordsWe're the best, you and I.Saying The Right Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mark my words and grab,
grab my hand, our opportunity to share the world
and forget everyone, if but for a moment.
"Do you understand what you love?" you ask,
I nod; your fingers entwine with mine,
and we're running, the wind roaring in our ears,
although it feels as though something is holding us back.
Fight or flight?
We choose the latter, and soar high,
leaving dreams in our wake and reaching out for those to come.
this feeling, the journey of freedom," I shout out loud, and laugh!
Yet you only tighten your grip on my hand in reply
and stare down at the world.
Hesitantly you look up, and smile,
but does that smile reach your eyes?
I struggle to see, as you glance ahead.
Then you raise your hand, smile turned into grin, and I turn to see;
you've grasped a dream. Held out
for the both of us, and together we envelope it.
"Do you love
this feeling, the realising of your wishes?" you ask,
and as I nod, your grip tightens once more.
It feels as though so
On being punkOn being punk11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
It's so controversial. You are but you aren't. What is it really about?
There is no uniform. No music you have to listen to, no hairstyle you need to have. You have what you want. You are what you want. You express yourself differently than everyone else, for one reason. You're not afraid.
This so-called subculture is so much the rules designed by adults who don't understand. They think that it's a way of getting attention, a way of masking insecurities. But they're wrong. Sometimes you don't want attention. You just want to be free to be yourself.
But not everyone can be punk. Putting on a tie and spiked bracelets and singing a song about "Sk8tr bois" doesn't make you punk. Everyone seems to want to be a punk today, that's the problem. They're so ready to label themselves as something that they know nothing about, and throw out the label in a few months when the next big thing comes along.
How are you punk? You just are.
The Lost Santitorium - Chp 9Ringo gets ill once more and the Beatles have to care for their drummer. When they try to find out why Ringo is terrified of going to the hospital, they get alot more than they bargined for...The Lost Santitorium - Chp 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: There is actually nothing in this one I should warn you about. Aprt from angst. So enjoy!
Disclaimers: The Beatles own themselves.
The three Beatles froze. They stared at Ringo, who was beginning to fall asleep on John's chest. "Ringo?" Paul asked tentatively.
The drummer groaned, "What now?"
"What did you mean by that?"
Ringo sighed, frustrated, "By what?"
"By asking us not to take you back to the 'lost sanitorium'?" George asked. Ringo sat up a little.
"I don't know," he said, genuinely confused, "Erm... I dunno why I asked you that..." he frowned for a few moments, thinking. "Maybe... Maybe it was just a dream I had..." he said quietly, still thinking, "I dunno... It's just this really weird, vague memory I have in the back of my head, y'know? It's just a bit strange..
Mayn LiblingYou sometimes wonder where the time goes. But only sometimes because after thinking about it, you soon realize that it gets eaten. Consumed entirely by marching band, from the start of May to the start of November.Mayn Libling5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the last practice of the season, and you try to remember how everything started back in May when you first got the music for the show. It sounded awful, yet you hope that you never got rid of the videos you recorded from that one particular woodwind rehearsal.
You are now being told to get into a fundies block starting by the curb, and all you really want to do is go back inside and pretend that you aren't in band, because running to a cadence is not on your list of things that are fun. You still fall into place as the first person in the second row on the left, in a line with all of the other section leaders.
"Left! Left! Lefty righty left!"
You repeat the line as everyone's feet hit the pavement in time
Punk SchlockOur revolution has been MySpaced andPunk Schlock8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
YouTubed into irrelevancy
Since when was the object of
punk rock submission to the image machine?
The kids don't want freedom;
they want their Warped Tour
and as we continue on our goals
get more hopelessly askew by the hour
How can we say we fight for pride
when we've become what we said
we'd never be?
Fashionable consumer whores that
suck at the corporate teat
are what we've become
Punk rock, a force for change and freedom
is now just mere fun
As this world goes to hell we
care naught at all, just as long
as we heed Epitaph's call
Revolution is now fashion to be
sold to the masses;
we cry "Damn the man!" then go
right back to kissing their asses
So long as we know not what
we fight for, punk rock will be a joke
So long as community is disregarded,
complacency we will tacitly invoke
And as we line up to buy rebellion
at Hot Topic, we will give up the
fight for a better day and abandon all hope.
Punk rocker.A boy was born nine years today,Punk rocker.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he is given but one gift
no toys, no games for him to play
but a guitar to grant his wish.
The boy is fifteen years today
he was nine when his fingers bled
he is a rocker born and made
writing songs inside his head
Now a man and twenty-three
he's losing site of fame
will he quit to feed the family,
or try and beat this game?
Thirty now and getting old
but the record deal is signed
thirty cents per CD sold
but for his dream this is fine.
Thirty-five and world renowned
he thinks he's doing fine
but with alcohol and drugs he's drowned
he's almost lost his mind.
Forty years of life have gone
he's remembered his life goal
not to be a rich rocker stoned
but a punk who has a soul.
His life is gone, his tombstone set
he's six feet under-ground
loved by kids he's never met
the man who defined sound
To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your FaceTo Be a Punk5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex
I See You ThereAnd I cannot stopI See You There4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
g in love
All over again
Love youLove you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I said I loved you
I said I cared about you
And I ment it
At first I was just saying those things
But you grew on me
I got used to having you around
I started to truly love you
Then you broke my already tattered heart
Tried as I might my feelings for you stayed strong
I still love you
I still care about you
Then you got back together with me
Once again I said I love you
I know that you don't love me
But that doesn't change my feelings
I don't want to love or to care about you
I want to hate everything about you
But here I am
I still love you
I still care about you
Writers Strike: My Comics SuckDear Writer's Union:Writers Strike: My Comics Suck7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hello! My name is Bill Smith. I am a cartoonist, creator of and writer for the comic strip Briefs. I cartoon because my doctor feels this is a better outlet for my "creativity" and it costs less than medication. Plus they couldn't keep me from hiding crayons in my underwear, and evidently that stuff is a pain to get off the padded walls. But enough about that.
I am having a problem. You see, when I heard that all the writers were no longer writing material, this put me in quite the block. Who was I going to get to write material for my comic strips?! The previous writer for the comic material had been myself, and things had gone rather smoothly with this agreement, with some comics garnering more than a 100 favorites when I was having a good day. I was very pleased with myself as a writer, and I was considering giving myself a raise (I knew I would like that and had cut myself rather short on my Christma
troisif i had three heartstrois5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would bury
the broken one,
i would kill
the sorrowful one,
and i'd give
the last one to you.
if i only had
My HoleI'm digging the hole that I soon will fall in,My Hole4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying so hard to drown out the sin,
falling so far, so fast, and so long,
plunging, twisting, then break into song.
And the stars and the moon all stand watch overhead,
spinning and laughing, I fall into bed,
plunging headfirst into oceans unknown,
This is a world of nations from home.
Places we all should know in our head,
yet make no more sense when we get out of bed.
The Sun! so mighty till falling to night,
then rises the moon, her jealousies bright,
and kills off the sun, blood spilling and pooling,
falls to the floor, mixing and tasting,
of fine wines and berries,
of cheeses and cherries,
of lives lived and lost,
of times that we wasted,
of prices and cost,
and things that we tasted.
Still, far up above, clouds hang in the night,
swooshing and soaring, birds caught in flight,
racing and reaching to take home it's prey,
to feed to the small ones, the cries she'll obey.
And it pinches the heart to see creatures diminish,
and crushes i
boy with a songthere's a boy with a song that he found in the windboy with a song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he sings it to the kestrel who teaches the elk.
once, i fell asleep under the birch tree where the sun-
bleached elephant bones rest half submerged in dust.
i saw scattered butterfly-less wings circle the air in
a dance of ghosts, but maybe i had been dreaming.
an angel fell where they buried their children, he
promised to sleep with them in the gentle earth.
his golden hair fell into the tree roots and
became a river that wrapped around my body.
and even though i couldn't leave, i didn't want to.
Roleplay 101IntroductionRoleplay 1016 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had wanted to write this long list of roleplay pet-peeves that I and some friends of mine share, so I finally did.
If you find yourself guilty of some of these things, dont get offended. Why? Ive been guilty of them before, and Im sure Im not perfect with some of them now, either. So Im pretty much talking to myself as well as you all.
And please, realize that Im not attacking you; I am only saying that these are roleplay etiquettes that I find would benefit the roleplaying experience. These rules here really are not hard to follow at all, I dont think. There are unspoken wishes that people have that often some roleplayers are not aware of, and I think if theyre all out in the open, we all benefit.
Only one example (a positive one) is actually from a roleplay I am having with a friend. The rest are made up, so please, realize I am not targeting anyone with these rules. Now, enjoy them!
Use proper gramm
these sleeping handsit seems the rain is falling, love. but to where? where...these sleeping hands5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you hide your heart? these sleeping hands can't remember
how to find you, so draw them a map on the headboard where
i'll see it. sleep, slumber.
oh dear, i'm
down to your soul, but i've always known
ships with holes will sink.
Edwards Prayer...?Our EdwardEdwards Prayer...?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who art in- *looks up. Looks down* eh, Purgatory
Questionable be your ways
Thy sparkles come
Thy will be done
In Hell, as well in fan girls
You give us this day
Our daily sighs
As well as eye rolls
So be it unto you
The madness of haters
And lead us not into temptation
Friggin wannabe vampire
To Be Close To You. . . Ch. 1To Be Close To You. . .To Be Close To You. . . Ch. 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miss me, Ginny darling?" Vanner inquired as he stepped onto the deck of the Leviathan. A bullet ripping past his head was his only reply. "That badly, hmm?" he dead panned, seeming surprisingly unfazed by his near-death experience. "D***it Deltare," Ginny screeched as she sprinted at Vanner, "get off my bloody ship!" Vanner's expression shifted to an amused smirk as he sidestepped a few more bullets, chancing a glance around him. His ship had been securely fastened to Ginny's by some grappling hooks (which had taken some effort due to the storm that was raging around them) and the rest of his men were fighting the other members of the Blackwell Strong fleet, allowing Vanner to give his undivided attention to his favorite pirate. Eyes snapping back to Ginny, Vanner ducked another round of bullets from her signature twin pistols. Sweeping his leg out along the slippery deck, he easily tripped her, sending her pistols sliding off somewhere along
Nudge NudgeChris looked at his sketch critically. There was something wrong but he couldn't quite tell what. He raised his eyebrows and started fixing his painting. He was so focused on his work, that he didn't notice Robert who appeared right next to him. The moment later something was nudging his neck. Chris smiled to himself and sighed theatrically.Nudge Nudge4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Robert, I'm busy," he said, not looking at his partner.
"And I'm bored," replied Robert, continuing to nudge him with his nose.
"Find yourself something to do," Chris gave him a serious look. "Entertain yourself".
"Nudging you is great fun."
The Artist sighed and rolled his eyes. Trying to ignore Robert he once again took his pencil and looked at the sketch. Maybe there was something wrong with the eyes
His partner kissed his neck what caused shivers going down his spine.
"Roberrrt," he growled despite the nice, warm feeling that spread through his body.
"What?" Robert smiled provocatively. "Wasn't it nice?"
"Yes it was and that's the proble
My wolfHis coat is white and iron grayMy wolf4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes a glowing gold
I've seen him in my deepest dreams
The mirror of my soul
His heart is wild his soul untamed
His piercing gaze forever free
I know him well the wolf within
Because he is a part of me.
He sings in my soul when I stand in the forest
He stands at my side in the face of a storm
He growls in defiance when things stoke my anger
He comforts my heart when I'm lost and forlorn
Don't think to judge me for what I am saying
Don't try to tell me that I've lost my mind
Until you have searched deep within your own being
For in the search I know what you will find
In everyone there lives a part
As wild as the wolf in me
To find it you must search your heart
And break the chains to set it free
To scoff and say they don't exist
Will only prove that you are blind
My wolf's paw has wrote this verse
As surely as this hand of mine
i will love youi love youi will love you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, i love
i can love you
love, can i, you?
i can love you when
the sun is barely risen.
when barely love can rise
i adore you like the rain on the
porch steps. rain can wither my spirit
but still will i love. you will be the tempest
of the storm, the torrent of rain that breaks,
but love you, i will. a blade of grass broken under
foot will be bent sorrowful, but will heal like a solemn
heart. a broken heart will be sorrowful, but will heal as
solemn as a trampled blade of grass. and when bent or trampled
is my heart, for you it will heal. for you, i love. love, i, for you. forever
will be how long you and i will have loved. we love forever, and had love.
i will love you until forever is had. forever you and i love, will be how long.