Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.9 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
StayHoneyed whispers,Stay7 years ago in Open More Like This
sweet and sickly
noxiously, addictively smothering.
would be swimming through
Roughly tender hands
tie me down by my heartstrings;
tame me and change me
until there's nothing to go back to.
Drowning The Caged DoveYou used to be alive to me. Once upon a time your skin was warm and touchable. When I held you I used to be able to feel your heart beating in your chest. Now if I dare to touch your rigid body there is nothing but stony skin to brush against mine. I gave up on you.Drowning The Caged Dove4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Recollections of when we first met eat at the corners of my mind. You were as nervous as a caged dove, ashamed to fly, ashamed to sing to me, to kiss me. The last time I kissed your lips they were cold and nearly lifeless. No, not nearly, I know that now. They were lifeless. There was nothing of you left. I ran to you too late. I couldn't save you.
Your eyes are blank and staring. Not dreaming, not aspiring, not wanting, not giving. Just gone. Just nothing. Gazing forever at the black ground above you, the black ground weighing down on you. Six feet of lies and betrayal.
Love Struck Chapter 1Summary: Yami, Bakura, Marik and Seto are the sons of the richest men in all of Japan. Expected to run the family business, they are all expected to find a wife. One problem, THEY WON'T TAKE ANY GIRL THAT COMES THEIR WAY! Can a visit to Domino High School change their minds? Can they really be love struck? (Way better than it sounds!!!!)Love Struck Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rating: T-K (Maybe M if I'm brave...)
Warnings: FEMALE Yugi, Ryou, Malik and Jou. Not Yaoi. Blood, Fluff and lots of humour! XD
Pairings: Puzzleshipping mostly, Tendershipping, Bronzeshipping, Puppyshipping
I don't own YUGIOH! (If I did it would be a Yaoi romance series!)
Chapter 1- The Beginning
The sun rose over Domino City, one of the most advanced and richest cities in all of Japan. The morning sky hovered overhead, the sounds of cars, people and life sprung into the clear, silent, morning air. It was the beginning of a normal Monday morning.
The rays of light bounced of the long
Running for the stairsWhen you yelled I wanted to hide,Running for the stairs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where life was safe,
no danger there,
Such a place doesn't exist so...
Every time I saw your arms
closing the distance,
to my face,
I wanted to run--
run really fast,
Get away from this place.
Your grip was a trap that I couldn't escape.
So, I stayed.
But, one night,
this one night,
I found a place to hide myself,
comfort my pain, bury my sorrow.
This small space,
just under the stairs,
next to the brooms.
There, I stayed hidden.
And it almost felt magical,
this hiding place of mine.
Like Cinderella's room,
that her sisters couldn't find.
So,there I stayed and danced in my mind.
Danced on stages and rooftops,
rainforests and lakes,
cities up in the sky.
Oh, how I danced in my mind.
But there was no music,
so I sang,
a song I knew when I was young,
about love, hate
and sweaty palms.
But that song,
So you heard my voice,
found my shelt
Master Chief vs Samus 1The sergeants voice crackled through the radio.Master Chief vs Samus 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's the last of this holdout. Get a move on Chief, we've still got six recon points to go!"
'Just for once, could I not have to run these damn ODST drop recon points solo?' the Chief thought to himself. He wasn't exactly the young, 21 year old recruit he had been. Having been put into cryo-sleep, ditched on the edge of the universe, required to save humanity multiple times, all of these things had taken their toll on both the Chief's energy and his patience. He was 26 on that day, something which Cortana had reminded him of. As far as he could tell, she was the only one who knew or cared. He knew it shouldn't bother him, not at all. Not the Master Chief, Spartan-117, super soldier and savior of humanity. But it still did. Keys was dead, so any romantic interest that he might have had there was long gone, thanks to the fucking profits. There were plenty of girls who would have gladly been his lover but he didn't really feel inclined to
OdeI like to write poetryOde4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That makes the mouth's church bells jingle
And the mind's spine
Sensual sorbet of noodling letters
And rippling rhyme,
Tossed with fresh herbs from the windowsill
A little oregano, a lot of thyme
I like to write poetry that makes
My heart thrill to tackle life
Like after reading recipes from Bon Appetìt,
And cutting them out of their page with my butter knife
Cooking the words, on paper, which have the best mouthfeel,
-Noyaux, Brioche, Quince and Camembert-
I write meals of words that makes poetry
More substantial than elegies of despairing fare.
It Comes, I Go.I can smell it in the air.It Comes, I Go.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel it on my bones.
Hear it whispering.
Calling out for me.
"It's coming." the voice said,
as I closed my eyes.
"It's coming." the bird whispered,
as I lay on the floor.
I can almost see it now.
This distant light, growing bigger,
brighter by the moment.
My eyes fill with tears
and I want no more.
No more waiting,
No more expectations.
Just one, plain wish.
For once to be free.
I listen to the world,
saying this over and over again.
"It's here but I'm not." I whisper back.
I left not long before.
Unable to stay anymore.
Finding no reason.
Really, tell me,
what is it that you all find,
that makes you stay?
There must be,
one little thing,
a small detail in one's life,
that gives them a reason.
A reason that may be small,
useless, stupid or even sad.
For some, it can be love,
This everlasting story.
Others, prefer money.
Power as well.
Some, stay for family's sake.
Others, for their high self-esteem.
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
The moment after the sound.The moment after I hear the door slam, I wanted to die. Hide somewhere deep and dark and stay there forever.The moment after the sound.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was not supposed to be like that. It wasn't at all how I had imagined it. The moment that you'd become mine and I'd become yours.
Firstly, it is supposed to be voluntary. I was supposed to feel "ready". But, I didn't. Even after today, that it has already happened, I don't feel ready for this. You just love to catch me unprepared.
I wrap a towel around my body; I sit on the floor and hug my knees. My hair is still wet. Pretty cheap of you to run off when I was in the shower; then again everything you do is cheap.
I close my eyes and try to exorcise the images that fill my head the moment I relax. No, I don't want to relive this. Your skin pressed again mine, your mouth on my neck, our bodies wrapped so tight as one. But it happened; and everything is still so fresh, like an open wound it doesn't really hurt yet.
Yes, I knew it. I knew it was a mistake an
PalestinePalestine9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Homes being torn down
to make room for better people
It starts with a family still inside
As the tank moves
a small boy starts to cry
The fear chokes him
He goes blind
The older boy who escaped
tries to defend his home
throwing rocks at the tank
He is seized by men with AKs
The fear chokes him
wetness drips down his pants
A man teaches his son to pray
in the house of God
until tanks surround them
and soldiers destroy the peace
Three laugh as they fire their weapons
at the son
The father stands over his limp body
in a last act of defiance
More bullets fly, hitting mosaics on the wall
spelling "God, the most merciful" in flowing Arabic script
One shot missed, he's paralyzed
more laughing as another hits its target
in between his eyes
He falls over his son
This is Palestine
This is Hell
I Don't UnderstandI don't understand why school is importantI Don't Understand4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
All I want to do is draw, to sit in that art room all day long
I don't understand why my mind contradicts itself constantly
All I want is to be happy
I don't understand why nobody loves me
All I want is to be loved in return
I don't understand why my sister is such a bitch all the time to me and my little sister
All I want is a quiet home to return to
I don't understand why my hair is so thin and hideous
All I want is to feel pretty
I don't understand why I can't talk to my mother besides a simple "Hello."
All I want is somebody to talk to
I don't understand why I don't have many friends
All I want is to be liked
I don't understand why my grades are so low even though I try
All I want to do is seem intelligent to people, and make my mother happy
I don't understand why I can't be myself
Because that's all I want to be
Roses Are Red Violets Are BlueRoses are red,Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But roses have thorns,
And violets are rare.
Sugar turns sour,
But I doubt you even care.
So if roses draw blood,
And violets seem strange.
If sugar makes you hyper,
Then you must be deranged.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
But honey, it will never be you.
A Visited PlaceA Visited Place4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A place so vivid and vague
Lingering on the fringes of memory
Allow me to share before it fades
High cliffs surround the pasture
Erosion evident from the age
Sunlight illuminates the clay
Grassy terrain is where they are
Horses all white gallop around
The mares run in circles their foals close behind
It is a breath of fresh air to see their simple life
On a front porch is where I sat
A simple log cabin
It was peaceful and quiet
Only my son by my side
The wind carried scents
All of which are unfamiliar
It was of desert and prairie
At least that is what I told my child
He asked how long we could stay
I explained we were only there for a short while
Soon we would have to leave
How nice it was to relax
I laid back on the porch
Listening to the horses
Taking a deep breath of this new place
Feeling truly at peace
I stared up at the sky
The breeze rustled leaves from a nearby tree
Clouds quickly rolled by
That was when I knew it was time to go
It was worth lamenting
However I cannot
We had ou
SanctuarySee the girl with the vacant stareSanctuary1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding her face behind her long hair
Think that girl has a haunted look
Always her nose buried in a book?
She doesn’t know what she’s hiding from
But she knows anywhere’s better than home.
Now you’ve seen that girl, please don’t say
That those of her kind have to go away
Let her sit there in the corner, reading
It might stop her heart from bleeding.
See the boy with the woeful glare
Of bruises having more than his share
Think he can forgive what you took
When you stole his shelter, his ground shook?
It doesn’t matter what else might come
It’ll be too late for the boy with the tome.
When darkness grips the outside world
Let us seek comfort in the written word
Let everyone into the library
That call it a sanctuary.
Bok*Should a poet take you toBok*3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his heart, and on your
skin write verses? Romantic
pieces of distant woods, where
you could grow unmolested?
Where none has ever treaded,
where life is real enough
to not be clad in fiction?
Let us carve in stones instead
of names and dates ... whatever ...
Then let wind and water wash
the runes away, while
you remain unmolested.
why punk rock sucks in '07it's the money.why punk rock sucks in '078 years ago in Other More Like This
On a SaturdayOn a Saturday morningOn a Saturday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rose early
To bake a ginger-pear cake
In the soft light;
To be eaten in thick, dense slices
Between sips of cold champagne
On a New Year's Eve (with you)
After cutting a square -to fit
In the round of the springform pan-
I made (from the leftover scraps)
Butterfly wings out of parchment paper
And with them: flew
Into your arms
11:47roses are red11:472 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
violets are blue
compliments mean nothing
when coming from you.
don't tell me i'm skinny
don't call me fat
just acknowledge i'm human
and leave it at that.
In Terms of TimeSadly, I used to think the same.In Terms of Time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In terms of time.
Until I realized that time isn't human.
It exists outside of us.
Merely a measurement to quantify the passing of the sun.
Like an inch,
Which means nothing to anything.
It's an illusion.
How much time should I use?
A fucking kiloton?
If I could move at the speed of light,
Would you justify my rapidity?
Let me off easy?
But didn't you listen to Einstein, darling?
It's all relative.
I used to think like you.
And then I fit 60 years into 1 year, 6 months and 10 days.
Ask me about time,
And I'll prove to you
That it moves just as fast,
Just as slow as you want it to.
We whispered orangethis was yesterday when i was walking along the streetWe whispered orange7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
holding hands with you
and we saw a stranger in a dark hat who said he was misssing his
and we smiled and told him that he must be mistaken
because they were all sold out at the carnival
but he could have my heart instead because you didn't want it anymore.