Life is liked a Tangled Earphone (POEM)Life is like a tangled earphone in your pocket. It always gives you problems to solve and when you finally solve it, it's eventually tangled again.Life is liked a Tangled Earphone (POEM)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
::Must.Not.Eat::Must Not Eat.::Must.Not.Eat::5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Not Eat.
Must Not Eat...
The thing about that disgusting substance that causes imperfection on your body, is that it's everywhere, and it's so damn good in your mouth, you don't even think about it tainting your insides and distroying you slowly.
I Want it. Need it. Refuse it. Deny it.
I will not let it enter my body. I am fine without.
"It makes you weak" They say...
It makes me stronge, and perfect.
It took me years to nurish myself into this figure, even the thought of food is enough to make my stomache turn. Or is it my body's way of telling me I need food?
I Need It... I Don't Need It.
I Want It... I Don't Want It.
I'll Die Without it... I Can Live Without.
I haven't eaten a decent meal in... How long has it been...?
I refuse to...
I need to be perfect...
wintergirl.She's a wintergirl.wintergirl.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You can see it in her eyes like oceans so deep the bottom is incomprehensible, in the way her bones are tent poles for her pale skin. She spends days skimming the surface, almost there but not quite, as if her thoughts are caught somewhere else where snow falls and settles onto distant minds.
It's not healthy; then again, nothing about her is. I wish she could remember Before, the days when beauty wasn't judged by numbers. When the winter was only outside the window, and she was able to sit beside us on the rug and drink hot cocoa without calculating calories.
It is Christmas, but this time the snow falling outside is inside her heart as well.
And what can I say to her? She is an icicle on the window sill, still as the skeleton trees outside. There remains beauty in her icy exterior, even huddled as she is in her turtlenecks because she can never get warm. My words only float past her as if they are snowflakes, easily brushed off, while hers pierce me like December
LighthouseBruised, beaten, burnt to char;Lighthouse4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no longer woe was she.
As she spreads black, the evenings scar
To lay to rest his memory.
Too long she’s lain under his reign;
Her heart disheveled, sad and caged.
Freedom lies within the pain,
And now a calm within the rage.
No more of hiding, nor of fear
While burying her wounding knife,
She sheds one solitary tear
Only for the loss of life.
“Lighthouse”, She prays,
“Lead me home tonight!”
“Something I've never had”, she says,
“Is a future: clear and bright”
DenkdiaetDeformierte DenkfigurenDenkdiaet1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
- deren Dogma dominiert -
deuten deine Denkstrukturen:
"Düster", "dümmlich", "deplatziert".
Doch dergleichen Denktristesse
dezimiert den Denkerdrang,
denn der Dank der Denkfinesse
droht dem drögen Dogmenzwang.
Save your breath- You'll need it laterGreat life is a game-Save your breath- You'll need it later3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for the rich to play.
Great life is a tax-
For the poor to pay.
Great life is a dream-
for the lovers to see.
Great life is a tear-
for the lonely to weep.
Great life is a song-
For the young to play.
Great life is the sea-
Where the old wash away.
Life forever wears the faces of the great-
But Death hands the small a better fate.
NajatNajat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Najat is a very old lioness, no one really know how old. She is wise but has a smart ass nature and is quick to put the younger lions/lionesses in their place. She has no qualms about reminding Gamba that while he may be king now she still helped raise him. She is the one who found Kopa and brought him back to their pride. She has a tough exterior but loves her pride more than anything.
DabirDabir4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Gamba(brother) and Galzali's(brother) younger brother and Dala's(sister) older brother. He is the youngest male in his generation and is really close with Kopa. He spent his teen years fighting his own inner demons growing up. He would go out with his brothers, whom he considered Kopa one of, and while they would be talking about lionesses he couldn't bring himself to do so. So he eventually began to hunt with the lionesses and grew to be a very skilled hunter. It took him years of fighting with himself for him to admit to himself that he was gay and even more years before he admitted it to his family. His father and oldest brother, Galzali, practically disowned him because of it however his other brother, Kopa, and Dala stuck by his side and wouldn't let him be chased from the pride. Upon their deaths he felt deep regret that he never made amends with them but Kopa helped him realize it was through no fault of his own and that it was there loss. However the events of his pa
HawaHawa3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is Hawa. She is from an unknown pride. She moved into Gamba's pride shortly after his brother(Galzali) took over for their father. She became Galzali's mate but they never had any cubs since Galzali passed away not long after she joined. She didn't stay heart broken fro long though. She quickly decided that Kopa would become her mate and she refuses to accept that he doesn't want anything to do with her. She is very manipulative, especially to Abebe who has more curiosity in her little body than anything else. She tries playing up to the cubs because she knows Kopa loves them but none of them really like her that much. All the lions put up with her simply because she was the "perfect" son's mate. The only lion that isn't polite to her is Najat.
Werewolf HeadcanonsTrue Facts About Werewolves(as told by me)Werewolf Headcanons3 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Werewolves are shapeshifters that can change from human to wolf form. Nobody knows when or how Werewolves came to be, whether they began from people being cursed by witches or if there was a bizarre genetic mutation that came to create lycanthropy. Whatever the case, Werewolves have become very common throughout our world as well as worlds of others.
Sometimes, Werewolves can be the opposite of what people usually expect, and can be normal-looking wolves that can turn into wolf/man beasts, but they can't turn human and are really only as smart as a wolf can be. These critters are usually called Wolfweres, as they are basically the inverse of Werewolves.
Chimerawolves are a bizarre variation of Werewolves that include Kaos. These creatures are descended from Werewolves that crossbred with Chimeras and others creatures, resulting in monsters that resemble Chimeras on the outside, but are as true Werewolves as any other on the inside. Thes
DepressionShe stands on the edge of the lonely abyssDepression5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Contemplates jumping to death's final kiss.
Anger and bitterness fire through her veins
Silently she waits as strength slowly drains.
No life is allowed near, just rock ash and sand,
This place is her mood, just a barren wasteland.
Though suffered before this type of bout.
She cant break free, no way out, no way out
Harsh wind whips through tousled hair
Its haunting cry echo's her mounting despair.
Heart beats so weak, beginning to list.
So tense her stance, hand gripped into fist.
Gasping for air that refuses to come,
Skin so cold, her time so near to be done.
Feeling so dizzy, close to a faint,
Misery building from emotional taint.
Time and again she has come to this place,
Walking the same path at the same sullen pace.
Feet always falling into the holes of her tracks,
Made when she flees here, to hide what she lacks.
So desperate now, and wanting to flee,
These curses of depression, these feeling so empty.
Nothing good can be made, this obs
Der KriegerEin Krieger war er, voller Macht,Der Krieger2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gewonnen hat er jede Schlacht.
Er sah gut aus und hatte Schneid,
Verführen konnt‘ er jede Maid.
Doch jede, die ihm Lieb‘ gewährt,
Hat er ganz schamlos nur entehrt.
Bis dass er Guinevere geseh'n
Da war es um sein Herz gescheh'n.
Er wollt‘ zu ihr, doch ritt der Tor
Auf schmalem Pfad direkt durchs Moor.
Und ob der Last des großen Recken
Blieb elend fest der Gaul dort stecken.
So stieg er ab mit lautem Platsch,
Da steckt‘ auch er im tiefen Matsch.
So sah ihn Guinevere noch winken
Und langsam dann im Schlamm versinken.
Considering MalakaiConsidering Malakai3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly dawn when Tristan stepped into his Master's study to find him browsing through applicants in his email. He knew that this process had left his friend weary and frustrated. Already, several promising applicants had been interviewed and very few remained. It seemed that Alexi measured everyone by Finn's standards which made it impossible for the poor bastards to even have a chance. Still, he hoped his master would find what he sought. Carefully, he set the hot tea on the far side of the desk in case it was to spill.
"You look terrible, sir. Why don't you take a break and let me search through these for you?" he offered
Without answering directly, Alexi stood and took the mug of tea in his hand, savoring its warmth. For a moment he said nothing and just sat down in the chair in front of the desk. Even exhausted as he was, the vampire was quite exquisite; his ivory skin, long dark hair and haunting blue eyes made his the object of many men's desires.
The Calendar Hung ItselfDoes she look into your eyes while speakingThe Calendar Hung Itself10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So to flatter you to death
Does she stare into the empty air
Like she's holding on to every breath
Does she bring up all the ways you two could be together
Just hoping you'll give in and open up
Like a love story in a sealed letter
Does she call your phone, time after time
Just to hear your voice
Does she try to make plans with you weeks in advance
As if every moment of her life is your choice
Does she know just how to cure
Your every feeling of being down
Does she walk to your classroom door
Even when she knows you won't be around
Does she write your name
On every empty page she sees
Or write page after page
Of catchy but useless rhyming poetry
And still doing this although knowing
That no words can describe how she feeling
Does she dedicate to you
All the words of love she hears
Does she talk about you endlessly
Or at home do you leave her mind
along with her tears
Do the smiling words that she says
Sound full of life in every breath
AbebeAbebe4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Abebe is the 3rd child of Ghadah(mother) and Gamba(father). She has 2 older siblings, Ghadhanfar(brother) and Daia(sister). She is very independent and stubborn too. As the youngest in the pride she was very spoiled and as a result has a tenancy to think she can get away with anything! She doesn't like when her brother or sister try to tell her what she can or can not do and as a result will go off on her own. This leads to trouble because of all the dangers in the land. When she get older her frequent explorations as a cub may lead to her being an excellent hunter because of her knowledge. She is also very ferocious. Or so she thinks at least. She's small but she thinks she can take anyone or anything. Though she thinks she's the top cat she isn't ashamed to go running to daddy when her brother or sister make her mad and get them into trouble. She loves stories like most children and the best way to keep her home is with a story. The longer the better because she will eventually fall
Starlings"Can you believe this joker? He should be using a square stitch " I said tersely, creeping higher up to watch over the good doctors shoulder with delicate fingers to his back. He was working diligently, without complete concentration or care, used to performing the same surgery over and over again- the man flinched the tiniest bit, peering over towards me with a non caring sigh, back to his work before I could properly inform him what a right idiot he was being about this surgery. "Why isn't he using a square stitch?"Starlings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How would you know anything about a square stitch?" Adia questioned nonchalantly, floating by just above me because she knew she could. Peering down with a loving stare her eyes drifted more so to the surgery itself before curling a lip at it. "Egh, well that's a lovely sight. You been watching too many of the medical shows again? "
"There's very literally nothing else for me to watch. That, some safety protocol shorts, and one about conduct in the workplace
UsamaUsama3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Usama is Zenta's little brother. He is also Daia's best friend. Although he has a good heart and loves his pride he is also very mischievous and a bit of a trouble maker. He doesn't go out and try to cause problems on purpose but that doesn't mean that Daia and he don't need rescuing often. The only cub in the pride that gets into more trouble is Abebe. He doesn't like Kisam or any of the pridelanders that much simply because he feels they are going to take Kopa away from his pride. He knows that Ghadhanfar will be the next king but that doesn't mean it's not his job to protect the pride and his friends as well. Despite his problem causing he takes his responsibilities rather seriously. Although he is younger than Zenta she is the only family member he has left and as the male his believes it is his job to watch over her and protect her. He frequently tells Ghadhanfar, future king or not, he hurts his sister and the two of them will have problems.
Granger's Cafe Chap 23Granger's Cafe Chap 234 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twenty-Three: A Shopping Trip</i>
Draco walked away from the fridge after gazing at it for the umpteenth time that evening. He tugged his shirt over his head as he stepped in through the bedroom door. Harry smiled as Draco's face came back into view. "What were you doing?" he asked casually putting his new laptop on hibernate and setting it to one side.
Draco's small smile was all the answer Harry needed. "I was looking at the baby" he admitted almost shyly as he crawled into the partner side of Harry's double bed.
Harry turned to face Draco, lacing his arms around the blonde. Draco nestled against Harry's chest, watching as Harry's fingers absentmindedly trailed over the blonde's bandaged forearms. "It's a cute baby"
"I cannot wait to meet it" Draco breathed. "I just ... I'd prefer if it was not Father's"
Harry nodded against Draco's head. "I know love but there are potions for that, aren't there?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, there are. But we would both have to discuss this
FLCL - "Fire Starter" ScriptFLCL - "Fire Starter" Script10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
FLCL - Episode 2, "Fire Starter"
(We see a fire burning.)
Mamimi (V.O.) - I saw a god the other day. (We see the bridge. A large fire rages nearby.) By the river, on a rainy afternoon. He helped a kitten that was left all alone. (We see black feathers falling.) It's a god that only I can see. A black-winged angel that came down from the heavens just for me.
(We see Mamimi's POV as she plays a hand-held video-game.)
Naota (O.C.) - What are you doing?
Mamimi - Huh? (She looks up. We see Nandaba Naota, looking down at us. He looks pretty steamed. Mamimi responds with excitement.) Hey, Takkun!
(We see the two of them facing each other. Samejima Mamimi is seated against a wall. Naota stands in front of her.)
Naota - Why are you at my school?
(She stands up.)
Mamimi - (Giggle
Forbidden LoversThe sun is bright today, brighter than the day before. I walked through my garden, I need to find Axel. As I pass the rose bushes, I found him. He's lying under the trees we used to climb as children.Forbidden Lovers5 years ago in General More Like This
"Master Silverstein" he looks up and smiles at me.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Axel? We're friends, there's no reason for you to call me 'Master Silverstein'. Call me Edward!" I complained.
"I guess you're right Edward."
"Thank you" I gave a slight smile to his kindness.
I sit down on the green grass, next to him. We sit there in a moment of silence. Axel begins to look confused. "Edward?" Axel asked. "Edward, what's wrong?"
"Axel I am to be married to a young Miss Rose Walker." I sighed. "I don't think it's the right thing for me, at the moment. I meant, I don't love her, I don't even know her." Axel fell silent as I told him about my parents plan to arrange a marriage for me from the town over. He bows his head, facing it to the ground.
"Edward, I have t
With my blade and my penI promised myself I wouldn't do it againWith my blade and my pen4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet here I am with my blade, not my pen
Forget the paper, I'll just use my arm
Despite what they say, I do it for harm
No, I don't need a pencil.
and I don't want a stencil;
I'll make a creation all my own,
and on my body it will be shown.
Full of criss-cross lines
that drape down my wrist like vines.
I'll color it red
with all the words that you said
and I'll bring it down deep
to try and wake myself from this sleep
I promised myself I wouldn't do it again
Yet here I am with my blade, and my pen.