FOR MY FRIENDFOR MY FRIEND10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hai posto fine alla tua vita.
Il marmo freddo cullerà la tua guancia
come la morte l'anima tua stanca .
you have brought your life to the end.
The cold marble will lull your cheek
Like the death does with your weary soul .
tu as mis fin à ta vie.
Le froid marbre bercerà ta joue
comme la mort fait avec ton âme fatiguè .
Darkest RoseDarkest Rose10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart of purest gold,
But mind of darkest black,
If you ever left,
I'd do anything to get you back,
You are the darkest rose,
In a field of daisies,
The joker in the pack,
If you ever left,
I'd do anything to get you back,
As I admire your beauty,
I am wary of your thorns,
I admire your darkness,
Which like a crown you adorn.
Too Young To Die...She was considered a loner,Too Young To Die...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by everyone in our class.
For some reason I was drawn to her,
They thought it wouldn't last
Because she was mean,
they told me to stay away.
But something about her caught my attention,
and I couldn't go away.
I loved her.
She was a sad little girl
with no hopes or dreams.
All because her mother,
hit her everyday.
She'd come to school with bruises, bumps and scrapes,
each day a different excuse.
"I fell", "I was in a fight", "I thought I could Fly"...
Eventually she told the truth,
I even started to cry.
I was very sad for her,
I thought I should tell,
but she grabbed me by the arm..
and made me promise to keep quiet.
I kept her secret safe,
I cried with her and helped her through.
The night she went "missing",
I searched and searched and searched.
I went home,
upset about her being gone.
I woke up the next morning,
got ready to go to school,
maybe she'd be there...
I heard rumours,
about her being burned to death.
Another was her being skinned and stabbed,
The Next TimeThe next time I see you,The Next Time11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could I hold your hand?
I'm yearning to be near you.
Anyway I can.
Will you let me lie beside you,
And feel your body's warmth?
I wouldn't dare think of touching you,
Unless it is of your own want.
Could I possibly kiss your cheek,
Or better yet, your soft and gentle lips?
I've been practicing in my head,
So it'd be a kiss you'd never forget.
Perhaps you would prefer a dance?
I can't promise that I'm good.
But I would do my very best,
To show you all of my moves.
Will you look into my eyes,
And reveal yourself to me?
I'm dying to know inside,
If you truly want what you see.
To see your smile,
Would open up my heart,
And unleash all my passion.
It would be an excellent start.
The next time I see you,
Please show me what I should do.
Because my shyness might prevent me,
From acting the way you would like me to.
To the next time, my beauty. It's what I look forward to...<i>
Love You...*10th grade*Love You...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I wan
Someday...Someday...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is this place
Beyond my fears,
Beyond the blood,
And all the tears
I see it only
In my dreams
But it's more real
Than it seems
A place where I don't
Cry or scream
Where all my thoughts
Are clear and clean
The sun gives light,
The sky is blue
No more memories
Left of you
The air smells sweet
And not like vomit
My skin is new,
No more scars on it
The illussions are gone
And everything's real
I finally know
What it's like to feel
Than this pain
The voices are gone,
I feel sane
I can laugh and be myself
I don't have to fake a smile
I can say those words "I'm happy"
And living all seems worth the while
A place where I don't have to hear
"You'll never get you're life in gear
You'll never be normal, you're nowhere near
You'll always live in pain and fear"
This is the only place
I wish to be
The only place
I can be free
Free from the sickness
That is me
And one day I'll find this place,
Someday I'll be
...A different me
Boy Seeking GirlBoy Seeking Girl9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello - oh…well, see, I'm not very good at starting things. Yeah, I never know how to start things, which is probably why I have a hard time talking to the pretty girls that I see coming into my shop to pick through the makeup. Yes. I work at a beauty shop. Okay? I admit it. Happy now? I gotta say though, it is not such a bad thing. I am completely off on a tangent, am I not?
Well, I guess it is safe to start with who I am. My name is Jakob Order and I live in the tiniest apartment known to man in Manhattan. I am turning twenty-three next month and I decided to join this dating service for kicks. My friends told me about it over milkshakes a week ago and signed me up. It is actually quite interesting. I get to create a profile with my picture and all my good qualities and I can put up journal entries anytime I want to, which is basically what this is. Oh wait a second, if you're reading this, you don't need to know how the service works, do you?
Anyway, I don't mind that my friends sig
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 68 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
you are killing me.plain and simple: you're killing me.you are killing me.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"you're killing me"
i just can't bring myself to say it.
but it's okay.
you're still living.
you're laughing, breathing, living.
i don't get-
i just can't comprehend-
how you act the way you do.
[you're not getting me either.
you're not feeling what i am]
i'm not sure if it's because
i would do anything for you.
or if it's because your actions
are based on your distrust from
[if your heart h
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 98 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 78 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Leave me beLeave me beLeave me be11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me a lie
and now I'm filling up
with all the pain inside.
How could you deal,
such a sorrowful card
Acting as if it wasn't real
thinking that I wouldn't take it so hard
Well, not to burst your bubble
You're going to be in so much trouble,
dealing with unforgettable doubt
and don't worry about getting out;
of such torture that you put my through
telling me that I was your world
then treating me like a doll
well I felt it all.
wishing I could just jump
wanting to feel the fall
Don't worry now
You're dead to me..
you never existed...
Just leave me Be.
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 88 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 38 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
Sensual PerfectionSensual Perfection13 years ago in General More Like This
Everything about her is perfect.
Her eyes are the colour of the blue-green waters. Her lips are the perfect rose-petal pink
with just enough pout to make you want to nibble them. Her nose is a little button
in-between two blushing full cheeks that rise and fall as she smiles and sighs. Her skin is a
slightly stained porcelain that feels like satin under your fingertips. Her hair is the colour of
a fire's flame where the orange meets the red that seems to wave and glimmer in the
sunlight. Her neck is lengthy and fragile as your lips and tongue slowly run over it. Her
shoulders are relaxed and down as you place your firm hands on them. Her round breasts
and hardened nipples fit perfectly into your hand and mouth as you slowly begin moving
down her body. Her stomach is smooth and almost completely flattened with a slight buldge
under her belly-button. Her inner thighs are soft as she rests them against your body. With
all of your senses, you take her in. Her smell is a fragrant passion-fi
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 28 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 48 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
One Night StandOne Night Stand12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't really know you,
not even your name.
But one thing I'm sure of,
our wants are the same.
One night of fun,
that's all I ask.
no strings attached.
I'm glad you agree.
My place or yours?
All possible options
are now ours to explore.
Leave the lights on,
there's nothing to hide.
driving each other wild.
Undress me quickly.
Touch me, skin-to-skin.
Just for tonight,
join me in sin.
Pleasure me slowly,
make me wet.
All I need from you
is hot, steamy sex.
Tease me, taunt me.
It's what I desire.
Do what you must
to set me on fire.
Im sorryIm sorry for the lies Ive told youIm sorry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im sorry for the pain Ive cause you
Im sorry for making you mad
Im sorry for starting the fights
Im sorry for forgiving you
Then fighting again
Im sorry for saying sorry and not meaning it
But this time
I am sorry
I truly am
But the question is
Do you forgive me?
And do I forgive myself?
And last of all
Should I still love you?
If its cause this much trouble for both of us
Is it worth it?
But I must think
Of the consequences
If I didnt love you anymore
I would be miserable
I would miss you
I would be lost
I would be gone
I wouldnt be on earth
But I would also still love you
So I guess Ill have to live with it
Even if it dose mean you need to put up with my shit
My love letters, songs
And my love
But just a question
Do you love me enough,
To put up with that?
Because I love you enough
To put up with your things
That annoy the shit outta me
25 Words of RejectionWe fought. You left.25 Words of Rejection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little did I know that you couldn't cope with rejection.
3 years have passed and I'm still running away from you.
Let GoI want you to let go of me, for you to never think of me again. I'm not worth the time or effort, and you are worth too much to waste either.Let Go6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
So don't wait for me, don't ask me to come back, and don't think about it.
I'm already gone.
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 58 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly