Secret Lovers Secret Lovers</i>Secret Lovers9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under a veil of secrecy they meet
Enslaved by outdated customs
So aware of every sound fearing discovery.
Forbidden kisses the thought of them still lingers
The touch of a lovers hand, their lips so close
Both just awaiting their next rendezvous.
Secret lovers concealing their emotions
Until the time of clandestine encounters
When they can free all concealed desires
Those moments together seem an eternity
So pleasant the feeling of a lovers touch
A magical feeling when nothing else matters
Beneath their tree of secluded passions
They indulge all those cravings
The unproved love they share
Secret lovers concealing their emotions
Until the time of forthright encounters
When they can free all concealed desires
Fairy TalesI used to believe in fairy tales,Fairy Tales8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where the hero could save the day.
Everyone was beautiful to someone,
in a different kind of way.
Families were always loving and close,
no one was sad for so long.
But now when I read these fairy tales,
I smile because they are so wrong.
I used to wish for happily ever after,
and that my prince would love me always.
The villains would be vanquished forever,
so that we could be peaceful nights and days.
Good fortune would fall upon us both,
and into the sunset we'll drive.
Now I wish for decent days at a time,
and am happy every time I stay alive
I believe in the world I see today,
because in any moment I might give in.
I believe not everyone can be beautiful,
because no one loves their own skin.
I believe families are full of jagged edges,
because my own cuts people all the time.
I want to believe in fairy tales again,
does it seem like such a crime?
I wish for my world to simply be normal,
because then I could at least be content.
I wish that my demo
SexySexy10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What is Sexy!
A small round tattoo
on the ball of your back
peeking out of your jeans
Sexy is your brown eyes
In the afternoon sunshine.
Sexy is ripe red strawberries
Between your lips.
Sexy is the curve of your thigh
The shape of your waist
The contour of your breast
Sexy is the way you smell
Jasmine, lilac and lavender.
The sweetest thing
In a summer breeze
Sexy is watching you
Sit in a chair
the way you do.
The way you cross your legs
The way you lean in your chair
The way your hair
rest on your shoulders.
The touch of your skin
The feel of your kisses.
But the best thing
Is holding you close.
To my heart and soul
And that…is sexy.
Two LoversTwo Lovers9 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Euphoria." That's how she described it later. Said it was like it wasn't real, but she knew it was. Not drugs or anything like that, she got past that a year ago. She says it was something bigger, more meaningful at least.
"Do it again," she whispered.
"You know I can't, I regret it already..."
Crawling around me, teasing me like she always did, "Why not?"
"Because... just... because."
Nothing else was said, she just kissed the back of my neck like usual. She always went for that one spot that makes my whole body seem to scream, and yet it was always so soothing. All I could do was sit there, I knew she would get tired of teasing me soon, and then maybe I had a chance. I always messed it up though.
She seemed to slither in front of me, and got close enough to my lips that I could feel her breathing. She always did that, and it always worked.
"Stop..." I said, "I can't take any more, not now."
In that seductive voice she loved to use- "Aww, but why not?"
"I'm not going to, and
To BethTo Beth11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my dreams i now have seen,
iLlusion's eyes that have not been.
frOm tranquil lands, and loving lights,
aboVe our head shared star lit nights.
therE we lay in a peaceful bliss,
me and You share a passionate kiss,
when trObles of all others cease,
that is oUr time of common peace.
when love Becomes love untold,
tales of grEat still lay unfold.
love is no myTh or song or lore,
beauty is witH in its core.
One little problem.The words from your mouth are like a stab in the chest,One little problem.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the wound takes so long to heal, a lifetime at best.
And the glare in your eyes pierces my skin like a knife,
And I feel so guilty, as if Ive ruined your life.
I could make excuses and try and shift the blame,
I could ask for forgiveness and try and explain.
I could just walk away and try to find someone new.
But theres just one little problem, Im still in love with you.
I know Ive done something wrong, and I know thats why you wont talk.
And I know that right at this moment, you want to crush my heart like chalk.
But I know that deep inside your heart you have the capacity to love me still,
And all I can say is that I love you so much and I really hope you will.
SolitudeSolitude11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
Heart and Home, ch1Heart and Home, ch13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was autumn and the smell of rotting leaves on the chill morning air was almost pleasant. Better than the usual scents of filth and decay in Kirkwall, anyhow. Thanks to Merrill, they were hiking up the Sundermount again, on their way to do something stupid. Extremely stupid. The tiny Dalish mage looked worried as Hawke walked beside her, and behind them Varric grumbled.
She hated to drag him out of the city like this, but there really wasn't anyone else she could trust to come along on this errand. Before leaving, she'd spoken to Aveline and left notes for Sebastian and Fenris. The guard captain was suspicious, but she knew better than to pry. Sebastian would be unhappy that he was left behind, but there was no way she could drag the Chantry brother out to summon a demon. Just thinking about it made her feel tense and unhappy. And Fenris . . . Fenris would be livid when she
Invictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken HeartInvictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken Heart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One -Tårer af et knust hjerte - Tears of a broken heart
Margurite Shepard: Earth-born, War Hero, Sentinel. Full Paragon with a very healthy dose of Renegade. Saved Wrex, Saved Rachni Queen, Romanced Kaiden, Saved Kaiden at Virmire, Saved the Destiny Ascension; All squad members recruited and loyal, destroyed Heretic Geth, Destroyed Collector Base, Miranda and Legion killed.
For the purposes of this story, Shepard doesn't receive Thane's LotSB letter until after he leaves.
"Shepard, ETA to Invictus is twenty minutes."
Shepard rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you, EDI. Have Garrus and Tali meet me at the Kodiak in thirty."
Margurite Shepard stared with empty eyes through the dark portal above her bed into the empty blackness of space. She didn't need a mirror
Blue SkiesBlue Skies10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thine eyes, at night, reply
with glimpses, torrents and throes;
batting lashes as phoenix ashes,
skips of stone on open shores.
Wax to wane to bend friendly,
may this season be neverending:
rain drops on top,
wholesome sun on sole,
the non-stop motion of blossoms.
Thine eyes, at times, defy
all psychic laws,
some physical, too;
there's whimsy, lipstick, demure posture -
DA2: SolaceTitle: SolaceDA2: Solace3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters/Pairings: Isabela, FemHawke/Fenris
The pungent liquor ran down her throat in huge gulps, starting to take effect on her tired mentality. Blood was rushing to her head, causing a blush to come over her face. Her eyes felt as if they were crossed, her tongue felt slick against her teeth, and her limbs were beginning to feel heavy. Cozy warmth emanated from her fingertips, and every touch caused what was like an electrical current to run through them. The people surrounding her were blurred, and their voices were muffled. Sentences formed in her mind slurred into a mess of words, and the reason why she was drinking was becoming hazier by every second.
It was exactly as Hawke wanted it.
The woman beside her was making the most noise in the tavern with her cheering and toasting. Being scantily dressed did no harm in attracting younger, craving gazes upon her.
not usnot us11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not us (bar blah blah, christmas 1999.)
frame by frame in stilled sepia, we watched them roll up one after another,
spilling in off the street cheered unreasonably. seasonal delirium
drawn in by the warm, easy evening lights, and the complimentary house whites -
and the close-shaven bleach-teethed boys, sharply suited in similar mirror-imagery,
slickened and endeavouring to exchange cards and fashionably blueprinted exploits.
deep ugliness obscured by embossed lettering and expensive watches.
fondling the serving girls with immaculate hands - a hand on the arm, a paw on the thigh,
drunkenly gathering courage from your numbers as the room swelled and thickened,
dark with innuendo, dark with unsatisfied desires.
your pretty wife is expectant at home, patiently waiting, worried,
fluttering, holding out nervously for another tale of
how you were late christmas shopping or how you had a late meeting at the office,
while you smirked easily over the top of your drink at the blonde tizzied pin
KalahiraMass EffectKalahira3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Guided Meditation -
Shepard and Thane
The captain's quarters are far off from the engineering deck, but I can still hear the hum of the engines if I shut the music off and listen to the quiet. Most nights, it's enough to get me to sleep.
I'll lay back and watch the stars crawl by through the skylight, or watch the fish flit around in their tanks. Slowly, it becomes harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I'll roll over so the glow of the fish tank doesn't penetrate the darkness behind my closed eyes as I drift off to sleep.
The darkness is overwhelming. If I squint really, really hard I can just barely make out the pinpricks of distant stars. But it's so hard to keep my eyes open. I'm cold. Freezing cold, so cold I feel like my bones will implode and my skin will tear as it shrivels and tightens and I open my mouth to scream.
I can't. I open my mouth, try to
In PreparationIn Preparation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Title: In Preparation
Author: E-Girl007 (Emily G.)
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/pairing: Kaidan Alenko
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and Kaidan Alenko are property of BioWare and Electronic Arts. This is purely a non-profit entertainment exercise. The writing however is my own, and I would ask that if you wish to feature it anywhere make sure credit is given to both myself, and BioWare/EA. Thank you.
Something old was playing on the sound system. Something really old. Kaidan looked up from his drink and over to the stage where the musicians played. The front woman was blonde and hugged the microphone, pressing it to her lips like the romance would make all the difference. She had a low voice that slanted sweetly in all of the right places. He turned completely in his seat to give his full attention to the stage.
Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend, when people can be so cold
Her eyes met Kaidan's and she smiled as she moved in time with the piano and the guitar.
Children and AnimalsChildren and Animals3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When she got to the clinic he was busy - as usual. There were groans and coughs from the many patients littered on the rough cots scattered around and Anders was talking earnestly with a haggard young woman who was holding a boy in her arms. The boy was shaking; she could hear muffled sobs and even from the door she could see his arm, hanging limp away from his body, had been very badly burnt.
"Bring him over here," Anders said in his soft voice. He hadn't noticed Saoirse enter and she scanned the room quickly, looking to see if there were any cases she could deal with. When she couldn't find anyone who was in immediate need of her help she turned back to Anders, who had managed to get the boy to sit up on one of the taller wooden benches.
"And how old are you, Serah?" Anders said.
"Mam says I've got ten summers, Messere Anders," he said, hiccuping a few times as he tried to repress the tears that filled his eyes and threatened to spill.
"Really? I would have thought you were at least
A Half Hour TillA Half Hour Till3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was almost time to go. She was sure Miranda was on top of things but Shepard would have to double check everything. She would have to suit up, check weapon stability, make sure there was enough ammo, and check reinforcement on barrier and shield batteries amongst other things. It was terrible. All she wanted was to stand here with Thane in the shower until she was good and ready. But time would not permit it. There was suddenly so much they both wanted to live for. To have it taken away would be
"Siha" he probably read the sadness in her eyes. Thane brought her closer with his hands locked in hers. She followed to wrap her arms around him, breathing in his scent. It was something even the water cascading down them could not take away.
"I don't want it to stop here" she confessed.
"Nor I, Siha."
She slouched further into him, burying her face in the crevice of his neck. "If I told you I was scared, would you still follow me into this?" She closed her eyes in shame as
Drops In The Ocean ShepardxAlenkoDrops In The Ocean ShepardxAlenko3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I appreciate the help." Shepard said with a bitter tone in her voice, her hand clasping the recently acquired data pad the Asari councilor handed her with minimal interest of what the report actually said. They were talking high detailed secrets, there wasn't going to be anything in a written report, she already deduced that. The issue was the severity in the councilor's voice, the sheer desperation for help.
"It's you who will be helping us. The Matriarchs are growing desperate, for the first time in our history Thessia is vulnerable." She sighed and began to walk away, her hands folding in front of her body. Shepard could only follow as she continued to explain the situation with incredible skill, the vague details leaving key facts carefully eluded. "For all our intellect we're outmatched by Reaper fire power." Shepard wanted to laugh at that, remembering Liara's father and how she mentioned the Asari tactics were about as useful as tits on a hanar in a time like this.