KOTOR in a NutshellKOTOR in a Nutshell11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
THIS IS A IS A NUTSHELL STORY, NOT HALF A NUTSHELL, ERGO, THIS WILL OUTLINE THE COMPLETE STORY. COMPLETE STORIES HAVE SPOILERS. MY CAPS LOCK KEY IS STUCK.
Carth: We need to get off the Endar Spire.
*They get off the Endar Spire*
*Endar Spire is destroyed*
C: The Force can do terrible things to a mind; it can wipe away your thoughts and destroy your very identity. *wink*
C: Let's find Bastila!
*They find Bastila*
B: What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause? To use their own power against them? *wink*
B: We need to get of Taris.
*They get off Taris*
*Taris is destroyed*
Some Jedi Guy: We normally don't accept adults for training, but this is a special case. *wink*
SJG: You need to get off Dantooine and get some more star maps.
*They get off Dantooine and get some more star maps*
*Dantooine is destroyed*
*Everyone is captured*
Saul: Blah blah blah... Malak, given the
VictorianaVictoriana10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, Mother. See!
the colors all run out of me;
form pools of madness in my hand
to strew across the salt-sea strand.
Sweet Mother, wise,
strike chords of misery, full of lies.
The music twists my empty soul
and mocks from eyes of shadowed kohl.
My Mother come,
march with me to perverted drums.
No choice; no issue to define;
a sampler stitched with tears of brine.
List'! Mother, dear,
with uncomprehending ear.
Will sorrow's song from ages past
lay shrouds of ease on me at last?
Hail, Mother mine.
Thy will be done; my life is thine.
No voice is raised, I'm straightly caught.
And dreary desperation is my lot.
All Eyes Are BlueAll Eyes Are Blue8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hand in mine
You hold no care for mine
Seeing feelings all around
The world is lost
Among painted statues and forest trails
Fragile pendulums stuttering
Tears from a dream machine
Bringing to life the spring blues
Writing is a dream machine
Pumping out dreams for every dreamer
No final rest in between life and death
Inside this nightmare
Silhouettes of memories praying in the ghostly wind
Lonely whispers across an empty page in your diary
What are we praying for? Silhouettes and ghosts searching for love
Always the poorly child confined to listening too other kids playing
Dreams for every dreamer; a melody in the wind,
Caught among the branches of paper cuts and blotted out words.
Hugs and KissesHugs and Kisses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the remaining twilight that is left,
The earth keeps spinning me away from you.
Seems I know just what to say
Too bring the rain clouds.
Seems I know just what to do
Too feel cold.
Long gone are the days,
When my pain could be kissed away.
This is a dream poem disorientated,
Too shy too pickup a girl,
Too sad too scream.
Too slow too run away,
Too sick too work
And too stupid too interpret silent roars.
This is a dream invaded by an army of nightmares,
It's much to much.
I'm in a state of chaos I can't describe
Thousands of hugs and kisses deep,
I'm in as deep as a divorce.
Deeper still than love and deaths
I'm in as deep as a fight,
Deeper still than a mass grave.
I'm in as deep as all of these wounds put together
And deeper still are my screams.
More and more I sink deeper,
Just like before my world was abused.
Gone are the days when a kiss or a hug could repair my little world,
Never been kissed once like it since.
BlindBlind8 years ago in Teen More Like This
A boy was feeling the braille on the sign to the women's restroom. He was still not used to it all having lost his sight only recently, but as always he remained optimistic. He was still alive.
A girl was walking past and saw that he was reading the braille on the sign to the women's bathroom. She cautiously walked up to him and said, "This is the women's restroom." hoping he wouldn't be offended. The voice somewhat startled him as he turned toward the voice. Feeling bad she bit here lip and then walked towards him and reached out both her hands and placed them on his hand still on the sign. "Here." she said. He allowed her to grasp his hand as she led him to the men's restroom only a few feet away. All thoughts of going to the bathroom left there. Then she put his hand to the braille on the men's restroom sign so he could read it. Then she released his hands and backed away. Sensing her discomfort he turned around. "I'
The Title Is Too Long...I think with my heart,The Title Is Too Long...8 years ago in Open More Like This
And I love with my brain,
But I think I just think I love,
And I think I just love to think.
Will you hand me the rope?I've trippedWill you hand me the rope?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fallen into a pit-
shall we call it
love? or just the winds
of my thoughts
around my head
These wisps feel so real
I want to reach out
and hold them.
Intangible. My hands slide through
until I realize,
it -you- are not as the birds,
with mystical wings to carry you away.
Vines entangle what is invisible.
May I see?
Will you show me?
Show me the world without taking a step.
Show me life in the blink of an eye, your eyes.
Tell me how to know if this is real,
or if I am just a little girl,
sitting on the edge of the bed
to a story told by her father
before he vanished
into a world of nonsensical ideas
and perversion of what is right.
Will you show me?
Will you show me what this feels like
from where you are?
Can you tell me
how you feel when you dream?
I sink lower
and give way to the
dark walls where unseen faces taunt me.
There is only one way
out of this hole.
A rope hangs in the middle, just too high.
2:34 AM2:34 AM10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am scared to write anymore
for fear of what will leak out of my pen
& stain my (imperfect) perfect, (scarred) seamless, (mind) paper.
There are purple bruises under my
(ribs) eyes; from all the times I've
kneaded them, secretly screaming, "oh my god,
this can't be happening."
But it was.
It was, It is.
I am struggling to regain
my sense of (any) thing.
My face is burning
There are fat, salty tears
chasing themselves down my cheeks
There is the growl in my mind
controlling my movements
Left, right. Left, right.
Repeat until there is
n o t h i n g left to sear.
in the back of my head,
i am praying to god (anyone)
that the damage
isn't too bad.
But I know my demons. (don't let me fool you)
I know them better than the back (or front) of my hand.
My hand that kindly feeds them
Q and A - Anonymous"Why?" that is my ultimate question.Q and A - Anonymous9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know the answers.
Q: "Why am I so scared?"
A: We live in a small town, people can't know we're "different."
Q: "Why does my heart speed up every time I hear your voice?"
A: You're voice is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth.
Q: "Why can't I tell you how I feel?"
A: I am scared you will reject me, you don't like women much.
Q: "Why do I hate your ex, even though your better off without him?"
A: He broke you're heart. You still love him. I wish you would love me instead.
Q: "Why do I always hope you'll call when I am down?"
A: You know what to say to make me feel better… and I love talking with you.
Q: "Why can't I talk to everyone about how great you are?"
A: We are both women, and we are both still in the closet.
Q:"Why can't I leave Him to be with you?"
A: I Love Him too
But the most important answer to "WHY" is:
Because I Love You.
Because I love two people, totally
Who Am I - BlingieWho am I?Who Am I - Blingie9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a person. A brother. A son. A friend.
I like pasta. I go to school. I get good grades.
I go into town. I hang out. I want to get a job.
I like watching TV, playing video games, reading.
I don't like swimming, skateboarding or public speaking.
I get sick. I like to sleep in. I'm terrible at exams.
I support my friends. They support me.
I can be happy. Sad. Excited. Bored.
I like renting movies and eating pizzas on a Friday night.
I play piano. I watch Monty Python.
I spill things on my shirt. I have a weird taste in music.
Gay is not who I am. It does not define my personality.
Gay is not what I am. It does not change that I am human.
Gay is not when I am. There is no beginning and no end.
Gay is not where I am. There is no such place.
Gay is not why I am. There is no reason for it.
I am what I am.
Blue Moonfrom behind the cloudsBlue Moon9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it looked as if the moon
was the one moving
a cosmic game
of (hide) and S E E K
I drove home from work
the letters into
the red mail beacon
(an Australia Post box)
the moon exposed
and i gazed to the
and for a moment
winters nasty bite
as i thought of you
hiding somewhere in Melbournes
V A S T N E S S
your tears were
shiny like (black) pearls
under the same August moon
in the same stellar sky
looking at my ciggarette
i feel your presence
just like my
S M O K E"
your cell phone
still sits upon
the note you wrote
(an act of finality)
"I love you
G O O D B Y E"
(29 kgs: 8/10/06)
left the crisp white
Olives - ShiverBeast" Hey, pass the remote."Olives - ShiverBeast9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare blankly at the screen,
as if the bright
pixels hypnotized me to
I pass the remote.
The silence grew as she surfs
through the channels,
as if something would
I feel the sofa somehow
away from her, as if
it is saving me from
the violent silence.
I could almost hear
the remote's taps-
each molecular sound
seems to be pushing me-
ever so closely to
I feel her eyes upon me even
though they stare
sharply at the screen. I
feel she is breathing
in the words
I've wanted to say.
Mindlessly, I clear my
"Mom, I need to tell you
She continues changing the
"What?" She says
with a discouraging tone;
her gaze changes to the
where lays an empty jar of green
some slices of cheddar
"Where are the olives ?"
My words seem to be captured by
lack of compassion. I continue,
willing to stop her
hypnotic trance towards
willing to cease
on postcards homeon postcards home9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have an illness, its symptoms can't be cured
with painkillers and bed rest, we are tucked inside
our own breath and like to sleep there, with the cold
frowning against into skin. We are ugly
in our infected cells, in places like knee caps and smile lines.
Our DNA folds up and falls out like hair looking
for residence in the pavement cracks.
We are slowly changing into non-living particles
edging closer into each others blood-stream,
it's warmer there.
I would like you to stop saying you hate yourself,
it reminds me of gun shots and loud music,
I can't find my bullet proof vest or ear plugs
so I know this will hurt like broken jaws and bruised skin.
I guess I got tired of giving you wire hugs
to make it all better, the connection is never strong enough
and everything gets tangled on the way,
what I really wanted to do was leave all the scarves at home
and tell secrets into palms of your hands like electric heaters.
We know how to laugh so much it makes doors fly open,
teach me how to breathe.I am in love with a black-haired girl.teach me how to breathe.7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
She has caramel skin, buttercup eyes, and sunflowers for wings. She is like a butterfly, hiding, who hasnt yet metamorphosized. But beneath that tattered torn beaten broken shell she is waiting, waiting for the moment the sun is born, to bring the world into light.
She takes the time to arrange her petals, sapphire in the dead of night, and never allows the sun to kiss her eyes before she is fully prepared for the gaze of the moon, before she is as beautiful as she ever could be (which, in the mind of the volcano, was always and forever).
She spent her nights in the Milky Way, and watches the sun wake up while dancing on train tracks. She catches birds with her fingers and brings life to broken toys. She plays the drums with palm trees and paints pictures with flowers. She sings songs with maple leaves and bathes in the spotlight of the sky.
Three days ago she took my hand, lead me to the desert. I smiled at her happy cheeks and wondered wha
What you see - Ciara06You see sin...What you see - Ciara068 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A driftwood Essayforever and flawlessA driftwood Essay9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those un-plucked flowers
pressed in poetry volumes
and the ocean.
oddities of memories
as river stones, well rounded
in their patient education;
as punctuated coffee stains,
those discarded sutras
by accidental monks,
who learned calligraphy from
what clever lines
the cipruss roots, embroidered
with lichen 'nd worm trails.
how fertile those monks are now,
as love is recorded
diligently, in chronicles
of a child stomping in
--Of Worlds-- - s0ulsurvivorIt was as though time ceased to be, and for just a moment eternity was laid bare in your eyes, and as your strong heart beat within the palm of my hand you laid bare the world you lived in before you came to mine. Your flesh whispered softly that you had not been to this realm before, but would perhaps stay a while to see what it had to offer. Turmoil and fear fell away, and the armor you wore fell with them, revealing to me both the scars of the past and the possibilities of the future. And as you stood there, truly naked for the first time to your world and my own I swore that if you would let me I'd show you the wonders of my world if you would show me the wonders of your own. And later, as we lay together in slumber, our hearts became one and kept us warm and at peace while our flesh sang a lullaby of unrivalled complexity and beauty. And as all this transpired, the most amazing thing happened, the borders between worlds became--Of Worlds-- - s0ulsurvivor9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
wiring instructionswiring instructions10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have enough
when cameras remind you of ice-cream tubs and long walks
that lead you past council estates, two drunken men
throw themselves at you like empty coffee jars
that make sounds like the nights you stay up
thinking, instead of dreaming,
but you're okay with that
because you have somewhere to walk to
and from, everyday.
You do enough
when you can stab pillowcases instead of smiles
and chew on your best friends brain like digestive biscuits
then pick up the crumbs. When you can slot your own heart
back in place and hear it click like light switches
or maybe on
because this could be something
like a new flight of stairs, or a hospital lift
that tells you exactly where you are before you get out.
You are enough
when University is a girl who wakes you up
poking your ribcage saying 'wakey wakey,
time to move along now'
and you can feel the loss of a man
that was just press studded into you,
he left too many air holes in your achy body
like one hundred and fourteen 'I'm
Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...Come here,Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me show something.
And look over this crowd.
What do you see here?
"Good Americans who vote,"
"Well dressed, business
Yes, that is who they are.
Now take a look
What do you see?
"A sea of rainbow,"
"Too much pride,"
I am bringing up
From either crowd.
Look at this woman
What do you see?
"A hard working
Who knows what she's doing."
Yes, she is.
Now look at this man.
What do you see?
"A gay man
Who flaunts everything
And a man who
begs for marriage
And is too proud
For his own good"
That is where you
This man is a gay man,
But he is also a hard working
Who knows what he's doing.
This is a hard-working
But she is also
Who flaunts it
When shes done with work
Boys Love Story 5 - known-se..Boys Love Story 5 - known-se..8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Robin woke up about an hour later, finding himself alone in the room. Where'd he...? he wondered, sitting up and seeing the chalkboard. He sat up slowly and walked over to the board. "Lameass." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
By the time Robin woke up, Cameron was already in a shouting match with his father. It was not fun at all. It happened like this; he came come and had hardly been there for five minutes when he started rambling about how the house was a mess. What the hell?! His mother had been cleaning non-stop for two days! He stepped up to defend her, and was now here. He walked out of the house, slammed the door behind him, and walked along the beach. He would call Robin soon, most likely.
Robin wandered downstairs and into the kitchen, "It seems so quiet now..." he said, going to the pantry. He found some goldfish and decided to just snack on them for now. He then walked back to the refrigerator and grapped a mountain dew, Fuck what time it is. he thought.
Cameron pulled out hi