In the DarkIve been in the darkIn the Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long, walking endlessly
Never thought I'd find light
Been dark, far too long
Finally, there it is
I found my light
Still a long ways yet
But i shall get there
Now that i've found it
I wont let it go
The dark is gone
I Dreamed Of Lady GagaI Dreamed Of Lady Gaga4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I had a dream of Lady Gaga during my nap from 4:30pm to 5:35pm today on August 22nd, 2011! In the dream she came to my house and we were chilling in my living room with my mom on the couches. I told her about a few things. I then told my mom off about sexual orientation and God, I told her I was born this way, told her I'm sick of her Catholic prejudice. Then I stood up from my lounge chair and give a peck of a kiss onto Lady Gaga's lips, briefly hugging her as well.
At night in the same dream I was laying in bed about to go to sleep, then Lady Gaga show up into my bedroom. She's laid on my bed on the other side behind me. We talked for a bit and I played her songs on my iTunes as a lullaby for us. We fell asleep listening to her music. She was smiling at what a fan I am for her. She looked so lovely covered by my blue comforter, peacefully asleep.
I eventually woke up very early in the morning and still seen she was there on my bed. It felt so vivid. I played a Britney Spea
LovelyThe sky last night. Lit.Lovely4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made me think of you.
Like my name
coming off your mouth.
Breathless against the air.
I could taste the sky last night.
September apple smooth.
Deep, pink sweet.
Sweet as the inward smile on your lips,
recalling our pleasure.
The sky last night had your voice.
That faint recollection of you.
A love thumbprint.
A touch. A dream.
Against the quiet dusk.
My mind has played the nights' sky.
I am stunned by its beauty.
© 2011 Linda R. O'Connell
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...What Am I?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In that simple shot
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
Sometimes, I remember the way
lifting builds me up.
But I am not a woman.
Lingering in that photo...
A wisdom of some sort
has trickled into my features
I see glimpses of it now.
In that momentary shot,
I look, and see memories there
In the darkness of my eyes.
In the taming of my smile.
In the strain stretched over my brow.
I am not a child.
And I am not a woman.
Percy's Reaction to Mark of Athena"LET ME IN YOU STUPID EXCUSE OF A WRITER OR I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS ON OLYMPUS YOU WON'T LIVE TO WRITE ANOTHER BOOK!"Percy's Reaction to Mark of Athena3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Maybe you should let him in?" J.K Rowling suggested as Rick Roirdan continued to barricade the door with anything he could find, chairs, books, tables anything that would stop Percy getting through the door.
"Are you crazy? He's going to kill me." Rick replied; his face paling as his voice quivered in fear.
"Then why in the name of the angel did you end the book with "
"RICK RIORDAN LET ME IN! PLEASE?" Percy begged from the other side.
"He won't kill you." Rowling rolled her eyes. "If he kills you then he'll die because he can't live without you." Sighing Rick removed the objects and pulled the door open.
"That sounds like a really messed up love story." Cassandra Clare commented."An author and their character, trapped inside a web of forbidden love..."
"Still a better love story than twilight." J.K added. Stephanie Meyer bit her lip as she hoovere
ThomarieSongfic Just so u knowThomas POVThomarieSongfic Just so u know4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Tengo que dejar de pensar en ella. No se puede, Thomas. Simplemente no."
Esas son las únicas palabras en mi mente. Las cuales repito, una y otra vez.
Sólo para convencerme a mí mismo de que es imposible. Que la primera vez que siento algo especial por alguien, es imposible y raro.
Arrojo mi mochila, sin darme cuenta antes de que está abierta, lo que provoca que todos mis cuadernos y libros queden desparramados por todo mi cuarto.
"Definitivamente, no es buen día"
¡Es el peor día de todos!
Hoy he quedado como el más estúpido de la clase, por culpa de esa pelirroja sonriente.
Ya va una semana desde que me comencé a sentir incómodo a su lado.
Una semana, desde que comencé a sentir como mi estómago se revolvía y mis manos sudaban al sólo escuchar su voz.
Sólo una semana. Pero, hoy hoy fue el peor día de todos.
Soy el primero de la clase. Bueno, Mari
relearning i. stardust scatters with therelearning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.
ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility
iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the
time in the world. ]
v. stardust glitters from the
creases of my hands.
perhaps i am not the teacher
but the pupil,
relearning how brilliant
stars can shine.
PnF - In loveA decir verdad y para ser completamente honesto consigo mismo, jamás, nunca, se había sentido tan nervioso. Todas aquellas ocasiones previas en las que la cordura parecía balancearse en un fino hilo de vida no eran más que pequeños intentos del corazón por desbordarse. Ese día, en especial, no había ninguna gran idea, solo un gran cosquilleo en su interior. Abrió la puerta de la habitación y una hermosa luz blanca entraba por la ventana, iluminado hasta donde la vista alcanzaba. Entró con sigilo, cerrando la puerta tras sí y tomó un profundo respiro antes de caminar hacia la cama y sentarse en un costado.PnF - In love4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Estaba ella dormida en la cama, inmóvil bajo la luz blanca, y su corazón se estremeció, como si fuego invadiera su pecho. Pasó sus dedos por el cabello ébano y una sonrisa surcó el rostro de la bella durmiente. Un leve suspiro y la vida regresó a sus ojos zafiro cuando giró el rost
the difference between poets and practical mena practical manthe difference between poets and practical men1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
feels rain and hurries indoors.
a poet gives pause
to see waves surging throughout
oceans in every raindrop.
Self Harm isn't Funny.It's not.Self Harm isn't Funny.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
So why do you continue to laugh?
Is it really that funny to you?
Well, you wouldn't laugh if you'd known what me and these other people have been through.
You use silly labels such as "emo" and "psycho" to anyone who does it.
Is that really appropriate?
Let me explain something to you.
Some people self harm because of bullying.
I've been there myself.
Some people self harm because of family problems.
Some people self harm because of personal problems they may not want to share.
Self harm is caused by many things and believe me, it's one of the least funniest things to have happened in this world.
So let me ask you this:
How would you feel if someone was dragging you down everyday with harmful words?
How would you feel if you were constantly getting harassed online?
How would you feel if you received physical attacks everyday?
How would you feel if untrue rumors were going around about you?
How would you feel if your family turned against you?
How would you feel if you
The MaskThe Mask3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As I'm grasping this other man's hand
The society circling us goes ka-boom at us
Take out stun guns like this is their land
But to save ourselves
We put on the mask
As I walk around in the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But to hide myself
I put on the mask
As I browse through my social network site
The adults purport shameful messages on my wall
They believe I'm a hero for grotesque sights
But to block myself
I make my profile picture the mask
As the years go by, I rise up stronger
As the time flies, I am set on fire
One can abhor me
But I am sick of the mask
As I walk around the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But the mask is now gone
And I'll let them hammer me down
Because in the end
I will not be a chicken
I desire to be a martyr
For men who want to hold the hands of men
Because that my friend
Is what God calls true love
Words for the firesideTear down the walls and reclaim that feeling:Words for the fireside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind in your hair is the wings of your heart
is the flower of freedom at last.
It was the rooster I heard
at the crack of dawn,
but that is not what woke me.
That lonely spirit of the rebel
pulled my bones up and on
into the cold, cold morning.
And over the hills it drove me
over the grass, the green and the blue
I felt like going forever;
don't ask me the reason, don't ask me where to.
You'll never read this letter
because you'll never want to know
just what happened
and why it could have been your fault.
I like to imagine that in the smoke
rising from its ashes
you will feel just a hint of its contents -
a fleeting shadow
of your guilt.
Will your back bend with
the curve of the letters?
Will your heart drain of ink?
Or will you smile and forget
like the fool
that I know?
Write What You KnowWrite What You Know2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact, I will write it down for you." He took out a small slip of paper and a pen and jotted something down. Then he handed the paper to her.
She thanked him profusely and moved out of his way so he could go about his business. Then she looked at the little paper in her hand. She frowned.
"Write what you know."
Well she was very disappointed. In fact, it m
Of Vampires And Rockstars ch 2Chapter 2 - No Rest for the Broken, the Beaten and the DamnedOf Vampires And Rockstars ch 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard! Gerard! A beautiful woman in a long black and red dress was looking from room to room in a fluster asking guests and servants alike if theyd seen him Gerard! Has anyone seen Gerard or Mikey?
No maam, not all day and not since night fall either one of the maids answered the woman. The maid was placing one of the many candles that were spread throughout the house on a nearby table.
How are the candles coming the woman asked putting her hand on her forehead. The maid gave a titter.
The candles are coming along just fine and will be ready on time just like Gerard. You worry too much maam, he would never disappoint you by being late especially not today. Its such an important day for all of us and its only ten o clock
I know he can get so caught up sometimes though
ProblematicThe sharp click of heeled shoes down the hallways of the Shinigami Academy was the only sound as he stormed down them, attempting to regain control of his anger before he reached the reception. The sharp, stinging words that had left his lips mere minutes before echoed around his mind, reminding him of the situation he was in and mocking him as he walked.Problematic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Annoying roommate or no, William T. Spears would not allow the redhead to anger him so quickly or so easily.
The start of the argument, William couldn't remember. They'd argued for so long that eventually the cause of the argument completely left their minds and they only spent a further hour hurling insults at each other until William had had enough, storming out with a procession of 'you don't turn your back on a lady!' following him. A year of pent up annoyance and distaste for his gender-confused roommate had come spilling out; he had left the room only because the situation was starting to get out of his control. He had ne
(Wholock) Grim IVIn a word, the figure that met both the detective and the army-doctor at the door, could be described as ginger. Of average height and a broad build, the first thing that struck John about the young Tyler Ables was just how oblivious he was. In a few hours time, his whole life would have been lived. He looked towards Sherlock and was a little surprised to see no change in expression. He should know better by now, to think that Sherlock Holmes would be shaken by this sort of thing.(Wholock) Grim IV3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ah! Mr. Holmes! For a moment I thought that you were out. Y'see I read about you online and I need your help-"
"Well, I may be able to shed a little light on your problem if you would so be so kind as to follow me." There were no amazing deductions today. Perhaps he regarded it as cheating, getting the information from someone's future self.
The three of them walked into the flat and up the stairs. Sherlock and John were a little way ahead of Tyler. "Sherlock, we can't just let him get-" John sta
JOYJOY4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
JOY comes by putting (J)esus first, (O)thers second, and (Y)ourself last.
If you have JOY in your life: comment and say it loud and proud!
Sherlock x John Part 2John Watson was doing what he thought he would never do. Hold hands with Sherlock Holmes. Unable to keep the grin off of his face, John turned his head to the side so that Sherlock wouldn't get too smug.Sherlock x John Part 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Then he remembered the huge love bite Sherlock had given him. John's grin dropped and a scowl replaced it. He turned his head and glared at Sherlock, who was looking in the opposite direction from him. He opened his mouth to yell at Sherlock, but the consulting detective sighed heavily and looked directly into John's eyes. "OK, so I bit you. And gave you a huge love bite. Who cares?" Sherlock groaned.
John was just about to tell Sherlock exactly 'who cares', but, once again, Sherlock cut him off before he could start. He leaned down to whisper in John's ear, his hot breath sending shivers of pleasure through John's being. "Besides, we both know you enjoyed it," he whispered.
John face flushed from embarassment, and Shelock, obviously enjoying John's embarassment, started nibbling light
RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.Romeo4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was watching TV in the living room, minding my own business. All of a sudden the door slammed open, and there was Mum, glaring at me as though I'd left a week's worth of socks stuffed behind the radiator. I was about to remind her that I'd taken out the rubbish that morning, but before I could say anything, she strode over to the windows and wre
Bananas and Pears"What are you doing?" Rose Tyler walked into the large kitchen of the Tyler Manor with her hands on her hips and her head cocked in curiosity.Bananas and Pears4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Doctor raised his eyebrows high as he looked up to greet her. Two of his fingers hung in his mouth, and an open jar of peanut butter was in his other hand. He froze, wide eyed, and took a moment to search for an excuse. "Nofing " He mumbled without bothering to remove his fingers from between his teeth.
Rose said nothing, but a sly smile grew upon her face. "Wait until mum comes home " She said with a laugh as she looked around. The kitchen was an absolute mess. It seemed that the Doctor had emptied half of the pantry and most of the refrigerator, which stood with its door ajar. Boxes, cans, and other packaging littered the granite counter and the kitchen table, most of them open.
The Doctor quickly screwed the lid back onto the peanut butter and placed it down. He had thought about the prospect of Jackie Tyler finding this mess, b
You said...Blood pours to the groundYou said...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staining the concrete
A maddening laugh
Rips through the silence
My heartbeat slows
As I watch my blood
Form a pool around me
You said you loved me.
You said cared.
When you said
You had a surprise
I didn't think it would be this
You know how I hate knives
Yet you stand over me
Covered in my blood
Your eyes stare down at me
I can see insanity in them
And my death
It's getting harder to breathe
I cant do anything
But stare at you
As you smile at me
That smile that I used to love
Now makes my stomach turn
Everything's starting to go black
You lean down and kiss me
Your lips are ice
'I love you'
You say it so sincerely
But there's only more pain
Saying those three words
That are supposed to make a girl happy
Are the last things I hear
Before everything goes dark
And I enter that eternal slumber.
You said you loved me
You said you cared
Then you caused me pain
Now I am no more.