Why Do You Weep?Why Do You Weep?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why do you weep?
Those tears are not good enough to crown you.
Are you still asleep?
That sleep may be good enough to drown you.
A little smile may seem to be cheep,
Yet often that smile is good enough to crown you.
Let's forget all the pain,
Focus on what to gain,
Weather its sun or the rain,
Let's try it once again.
It is hard to succeed,
But a try is what you need,
May be you shall bleed,
Still you may succeed.
So let's rise from the ashes,
Get engaged in the clashes.
Ignore all the bashes,
Let's do what heart wishes.
If your path is true and right,
Then fight with all the might,
At the end of the night,
The light shall shine bright.
Qazi Syed Sayeed Nahin
Dark Secret//Start//Dark Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had always known there was more then one way to skin a cat... you just had to out smart it; but how was the tricky part. Breathing deeply; her brows drawn together in an angry line, Teru stormed off of the school campus with her bag thrown over her shoulder. The few students who's stayed after hours all gave her odd looks, their eyes filled with mocking curiosity as she stomped her way to the bus stop; not the least bit aware of what had transpired only five minutes before. Teru was so angry she didn't even want to think about it, but she knew Kurosaki would.... if the small hand-shaped bruise on his cheek was to be any evidence of it.
With a soft roar of an engine the local bus rolled to a stop, its doors opening with a slight ring. Already having taken out her passage money, the brunette haired young girl dropped the yen into the bucket and moved to take her normal spot in the middle just by the door. Clenching the bar in preparation for the bus to jerk into moti
Metaphysical relationshipThere is an invisible laceMetaphysical relationship1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That binds me to you
Strong and metaphysical
I draw with a line
My purest vision of you
So beautiful inside out
And every motion - gentle
Just like in a dream
The wind handles
Ineffable, divine course
That I will never touch
Except in gloomy
EssenceWhen I think of you the Void slips away;Essence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I play the first images of my being;
I create worlds and I am filled
It's like the first stone cast into the lake;
Waves expand and echo they rattle;
Stunned, I turn away from the Dark
With a smile.
Both the essence insist on hiding;
Within enclosures, dark forests;
With similar melodies resonating
Through the cracks.
Like in a mirror they are glimpsed;
Two drops of the same source;
Where lives arise and cease
Ahsoka's Dream Part 1Run. Just keep running and they can't catch you. But how long can one person run without stumbling. She thought to herself. But who was she running from? The scene changes, darkness all around her. Only the sound is that of a heartbeat. She saw a body just laying there in someone's arms. Who is that? She kept thinking as I got closer. This when I realized it was Rex who was holding the body. Gently tracing the face with his fingers. Then looking over his shoulder she saw who he was holding. It's me!Ahsoka's Dream Part 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Her own scream had woken her up, along with everyone else. Rex comes running into my room with pistols out and ready to shoot.
"Commander Ahsoka, are you alright?" Rex said worriedly, hiding it behind his helmet.
"I'm fine Captain, just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about, I promise." She said hoping he would drop the matter. Of course, he did not.
"That's the third time this week, Commander. Is something bothering you or do you just like to scare us all?"
"Maybe a lit
Zombies Don't Drink TeaThe Dead don't need things like teacupsZombies Don't Drink Tea3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Useless trinkets, all washed away
No use for eyes, can't see tulips
There's no beauty, even in clay
No need for touch, it's all gone now
There is nothing left to live for
Yet they are still moving somehow
Exactly how, we are unsure
The Dead do not want anything
No desire for money or wealth
Don't have a job, don't own a thing
No worries or frets over health
It would seem the Dead have it best
So join me now! Let's all be zombies!
We'll all eat brains with renewed zest!
The GeneralKalee burned.The General4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was all he ever saw. He would see hints of it out of the corners of his eyes, licks of flame that were but ghosts of the true thing. If he shut his eyes, he saw it in full. Temples desecrated, thousands slaughtered. And Rothena, the flower of the life he had before, lost forever beneath the waves.
He did not shut his eyes often.
There was nothing he could do to quench these flames. They would forever be there, eternally tormenting him. All that this warrior knew to do was spread those flames, to ignite other worlds with that same inferno, so that others would know what it meant to be ravaged and broken.
So that was why the warrior once called Qymaen jai Shaleel, now known as General Grievous, stood here on Hypori before a massive collection of wrecked Republic starships. A droid army stood at his back, ready to move in and annihilate any survivors. All they needed was an order from him.
But that order was not going to come. For the General knew that the survivors hidin
TtR:Chapter 1 DoomdationTtR:Chapter 1 Doomdation3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Timmy the Reaper
Created by Tyler Gates
Warning: This written series is overly ridiculous and may cause some readers to go "wtf". Oh, it also has some nasty themes and gore n' stuff too.
(o.o) As in like this being the first chapter is like the 'foundation' of 'doom', get it, get it? I crack myself up
Hot water rushes from the tap, creating more steam and fogging up the bathroom as the young Lylah relaxes deep within the tub after a long day of work as a dog's nail-stylist. Soaking in the lovely mass of H2O, she slightly smiles in total bliss life couldn't be better.
The water then quickly becomes dyed as if were now black ink, bubbling with acidity as her flesh rapidly melts away from her bones. Her intestines oozing out into the blackness, slowly swirling around like a mini-whirlpool as a gruesome and
Recipe for the American Dream2 Cups of Powdered HopeRecipe for the American Dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
3 Tablespoons of Work Ethic
¾ Cups of Luck
3 Cups of Disillusionment
At least 4 Cultures (Note: Use as many cultures as you would like)
1) Gather all ingredients
2) Pour in the hope and mix in the work ethic and the dream
3) Slowly add the luck and cultures while stirring
4) Pour into an ungreased pan and put it in the over from about 1776 tto 1781
5) Let sit for several years
6) Cover with Disillusionment
*If it does not taste right, that is fine! It should look like red velvet cake and taste more like Little Debbie snack cakes-Good, but not as good as you expected.
ApparitionApparitionApparition5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Not-think (AKA Songofthedarquephoenix)
Summary: Firmus Peitt knew ghosts of the past haunted his commander. He just never expected to see one.
Type/Era: AU, about half way between RotS and ANH
Characters: Piett, Vader
Firmus Piett questioned his sanity. Ever since he was stationed aboard the Executor strange things had been happening. First he heard a child's laughter ringing through the halls echoing slightly. Then it was small footsteps, or a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Once or twice he could swear he saw a boy running through the hanger.
In the beginning he just put it off as his imagination; a new post was a daunting task particularly under the Emperor's second in command, and a Star Destroyer was no place for a child anyway.
Within a few months however he noticed some similarities. For one, the boy only appeared after Vader let his... displeasure control his actions and had...ah....disposed... of an incompetent officer.
Ankh Há uma lenda sobre Ankhs? Perguntou um dos anciões da tribo nômade.Ankh2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Há de haver uma lenda sobre tudo no mundo. Respondeu seu gêmeo.
A chama trêmula da fogueira iluminava o rosto dos idosos irmãos. O vento áspero e frio do deserto parecia não penetrar suas peles calejadas pela idade. As estrelas estavam bem visíveis no céu e a temperatura caía rapidamente.
O jovem deve pertencer a uma lenda. Seus olhos fitavam o estranho acolhido, o qual tomava sopa e sentava sozinho longe da fogueira.
Não há nada de lendário nele. O outro irmão comia um pedaço de carne salgada sem voltar sua atenção ao Homem.
A truculenta movimentação durante a instalação da caravana no oásis abafava a voz fraca dos irmãos,
Music Notes ch. 3Chapter 3- Grilled CheesusMusic Notes ch. 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, it's characters or the story line I have based this fanfiction on. I do, however, own this fanfiction and my OC Allison.
I felt a warm body shaking me excitedly. I sleepily rolled over to see Finn smiling down at me and I screamed.
"What the hell?! FINN?!" I exclaimed falling out of bed.
His head popped over the edge of the bed to look at me. His grin was bigger than I could imagine and I felt myself roll my eyes angrily at him.
"It's 3:30 in the morning, and how'd you get in here?" I asked standing up to fix my T-shirt.
Finn soundlessly thrusted a sandwich in my face and I gave him a questionable look. I glanced at the half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich to see the image of Jesus and gasped out loud. His hand was clamped over my mouth before it became loud enough for my dad to hear.
"I know it's amazing right? I believe it is a message from God telling me to go out and do good with the world," he hissed as I glared at him.
Star-Crossed EnvyStar-Crossed Envy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An invisible canvas covered my surroundings.
A celestial backdrop coated with toxic gasses transformed into ultimate beauty.
Reaching towards the nearest star,
I realized there was no way I could feel the particles,
Or the glitter of what I've seen on Earth.
Perhaps I can be a part of what lovers compare their eyes to.
Maybe they'll notice the brightest wonder of them all is what I'll expose myself to.
I push off the shuttle and release the safety rope,
Ignoring the other's screams and cries of panic.
Taking off my helmet,
I am what I've always wanted to be:
White and red innocent flesh.The memories are chasing me down,White and red innocent flesh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear their frantic footsteps everywhere now,
Pounding again and again, in and out of my head,
Whispering, "You are not allowed to forget."
Serenity cried out as you struck and shoved
The strangled feelings I've suppressed,
And I saw how your hollowness bled
Out and made crimson puddles to drown my love.
Loneliness snickered to himself at me
When I broke down on your hard-headed ground,
Crying out to you 'please,' but silently
'Cause from around your heart I had been unwound.
Jealousy is tainting my lips, clenching my fists,
Urging me to the brink of insanity,
But never letting me jump free,
Down to darkness where I could fake believe.
Hatred is carving me this new heart of stone,
Slicing open white and red innocent flesh,
Devouring the purity lurking between my bones,
'Til I know not where my old heart rests.
the tasteI hate this place, remind me why I like the taste?the taste3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death of MeYou are the death of meDeath of Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin crinkles under your hand
My face peels away into nothing
All I see is your grinning eyes
And hear your cackling laugh
Ringing through my ears
As they bleed crimson
Dear Mr TwitterDear Mr Twitter,Dear Mr Twitter5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What's happening you say,
Upon this one particularly
Well, Mr Twitter,
Is that question not too grand?
For at this time you ask me,
I'm not sure I understand!
Dear Mr Twitter,
If you really need to know,
It is very noticable;
I mean the lack of snow.
But you see, Mr Twitter,
There's no answer I can give,
That in so few characters,
Can cause the truth to live.
So I ask you, Mr Twitter,
To please be less confusing,
And if you really must ask me,
To be far more specific!
Who Will Cry For You(Please note all italics are memories of the CC-7567, Captain Rex.)Who Will Cry For You5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky, he thought, had never been so blue and only now as he lay helpless on his back did he appreciate the true color it and wondered why he had never taken the time to notice it before now. Captain Rex felt the sun shining on his face, his helmet lay on the ground next to him. General Skywalker, or Anakin as he had demanded that Rex start to call him, knelt on the hard ground next to where he lay, lightsaber still ignited and a look of worry crossing his face. Rex could tell his lips were moving, but from the concussive force of the grenade that had gone off nearby, his ears were still ringing and he felt as though his limbs were made of heavy lead.
And what was that smell?
Rex's eyes grew wide as he finally recognized the smell and he tried to turn his head to see where it was coming from. It was the smell of parched and seared plastoid armor and, and..... blood.
Reaching up to touch Anakin's knee which was
Wish.What if...Wish.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You where here,
Encircling my heart.
Making me laugh quietly.
Wiping the tears from my eyes,
Telling me everything would be alright...
You told me you loved me,
That we would never end,
That our hands would never fall,
Never cease to hold on...
That we would forever be in love,
Standing in the pouring rain,
Whispering cliche things,
Not caring at all..
Just loving how our eyes meet,
How we can't stand leaving,
How we just want,
To be in each other's arms,
Never forgetting the warmth radiating off each other,
Counting each other's heart beats..
Just loving each other,
Not knowing anything at all,
But that we are together,
Wishing for nothing more,
Than everlasting love,
Um ceu de sonhos estreladosÉ engraçado, quando se voa alto, nunca pensamos que podemos cair. Mas se o vôo fracassa, a queda é dura, despedaça-nos, mais do que só os ossos. Nossa alma, nossos sonhos, tudo se parte em milhares de fragmentos.Um ceu de sonhos estrelados2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
O tempo passa, juntar os cacos é difícil, mas aos poucos vai acontecendo, e você novamente se vê...
Mas e quando mesmo caminhando, ao olhar pro alto não se enxerga nada? Nenhuma estrela, a lua a muito não brilha, em um caminho somente de escuridão... Andando sem rumo ou destino, apenas seguindo... Sozinho, deixando aquilo consumir cada milímetro do coração que mal foi reconstruído...
Tive a sorte de ao andar na escuridão encontrar uma linda visão... Cabelos e olhos negros, pele branca, um sorriso reconfortante e caloroso, parecendo tão frágil que ao menor toque poderia se quebrar. Uma fada tão linda nessa escuridão tão profunda.
Ela deita-me em seu colo e me
MariposasDicen que cuando aparecen las mariposas, traen mala suerte. También he escuchado sobre Mauricio Babilonia, el hombre parido por la imaginación de García Márquez, que atraía mariposas amarillas. O lo seguían, no lo recuerdo bien.Mariposas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yo, por supuesto, no puedo afirmar ninguna de las anteriores. Yo no sé que es una mariposa, ni qué es amarillo. No es algo que afecte en mi vida, soy perfectamente capaz de valerme por mí misma. Tampoco he podido leer ese libro, por que no lo he buscado.
Mi madre dice que cuando era pequeña, siempre me encontraba hablando con mariposas. Ella, siguiendo la tradicional entrada en pánico, me tomaba en brazos y corría hacia otro lado. Normalmente a encerrarnos dentro de la casa hasta asegurarse de que las mariposas ya no estuvieran. Hasta el día de hoy, no recuerdo haber estado hablando con mariposas, es casi imposible por que solo recuerdo que un niño me hablaba. Y él llegaba hasta mi, yo n