KOTOR in a NutshellKOTOR in a Nutshell10 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
VictorianaVictoriana9 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.
If I Were What You WantedI would cradle you if you'd let meIf I Were What You Wanted9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I would kiss you if you'd want it
I would wipe your tears away
with my thumb against your cheek
if you were ever feeling sad
I would whipser in your ear,
"I'll never leave you"
I could hug you in my arms
I would never ever hurt you
You could take my word on that
And sometimes all you need is a friend
Or simply just some love
Well, I could be that friend, love
And I could give you love
I would sing you a sweet lullaby
Or tell you that you're beautiful
I would hold you in my arms
if you ever were afraid
I could write you a song
and we could sing it together
I would whiper in your ear,
"I love you"
I would never ever leave you
As long as I were what you wanted
And sometimes all you need is a friend
When you feel so alone
Yeah, sometimes it hurts
When you have no one to love
Someone Pinch MeI used to think it was youSomeone Pinch Me10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing on my neck at night...
Then I realized
It was just my fan that sits
That makes more noise than I do
When I cry.
I used to think it was you
Singing me to sleep at night
Then I realized
It was just the mix of our songs
Playing in my
I used to think it was you
Drying my tears at night
but then I realized
It was all just a dream
Someone pinch me.
It takes more than a prayer to forget all of this...
Broken mix tapes and torn pictures.
But how do you erase a memory
burned into your skull?
Its under your skin.
Its under my skin.
And what about that feeling I get?
The burning feeling on my skin
What about the flow in my eyes
That I get
When you tell me
You miss me.
Someone pinch me..
the dream is over.
Favourites And OutsidersI feel you in my mind too much,Favourites And Outsiders9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I always be missing something?
I miss you all the time,
Will I forever be close but not close enough?
Out of my way of daydreaming,
Into your way of thinking.
Broken shards of dreams blown away under moonlight,
Everything I've done is pulling me further out to sea.
Screaming silent cries inside into crooked and twisted shadows,
Whatever I've done is drowning me in all the things I've left unsaid.
Into your ways of thinking,
Into my way of thinking.
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.
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
2:34 AM2:34 AM9 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
The Title Is Too Long...I think with my heart,The Title Is Too Long...7 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.
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.
What you see - Ciara06You see sin...What you see - Ciara067 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
She's Slipped - Anonymousslow down!She's Slipped - Anonymous7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your life has only begun
if you don't take time away for her
she'll slip through your fingers.
instead of saying that you're too
before she slips through your fingers.
you said to her that she made you feel like
the luckiest girl
in the whole world.
yet you let her slip through your fingers.
teach me how to breathe.I am in love with a black-haired girl.teach me how to breathe.6 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
- boys' love story 7 -- boys' love story 7 -8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Okay, I was trying to be nice about this at first, but even I have a breaking point.
"Boy's Love Story" will not be continued. Meaning, we are not going to write anymore. So please do not ask when chapter 12 will be out, when we plan on writing more or anything of the sort.
However, I have started a continuation of the story on my own. You can find it in the "Boys' Love Story" folder in my gallery.
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I want to go...but would he want to see me? I want to see him. We left on bad terms...what if he's still mad? No. I'm going.
As Robin was walking home from practice the next day, he realized that he passed Cameron's house along the way.
What if he sees me just walk past and gets more mad? I should just go... He stopped. There's his house. I'm standing in front on his house...and I'm not m
The Beach - FretcetJulian Male.The Beach - Fretcet9 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Listen… The waves are crashing on the rocks. Up above, the stars are shining bright. And the moon is a perfect crescent. I'm in a fairy tale, and I'm flying, high and above - like the birds in the sky… I'm liberated. (Beat) Six years ago you brought me here; you covered me with sand and watched me struggle. You laughed at me. You picked me up and held me in your arms. You said that you would never let go. (Beat) You said you would never let go. (Beat) You promised. You promised you would never let go. You said you wouldn't leave. WHERE ARE YOU NOW THEN? WHERE? (Beat) You can't exist solely in my heart. I wouldn't take it; I can't take it. Come back… come back… Please… come back to me. (Beat)
I don't understand you and I never will. Why did you have to tell?
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'
Goodnight - phantomofnycGoodnight - phantomofnyc8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrote your name in the icy dew my breath left upon the window.
I turned and walked to the fireplace, cold and abandoned.
It always ends up like this. Me alone. Tired. Broken.
I dreamed a dream for you, in the sorrow of the night.
Felt my steel stained tears hit the sorrow of my cheek.
And all that is left is memories of times,
I care not to revisit them, it only brings ache.
I sit alone curled up on the couch.
And yet, your voice bounces off the walls.
Echoing in my head like a reminder of death being there.
You didn't die. You just left me.
Here in my world, Here, Silent and alone.
Now I struggle each day. Not knowing your face.
I pick myself up and walk out that door.
I Go out into that frozen globe and live my life one day at a time.
Not knowing, not caring, not wishing or wanting,
To feel this feeling upon my soul.
And in the stillness of the night, the world cries for me.
My silent foggy memories and dreams come to life.
They carry me away, into a world.
A World where misery is
Boys in Black 5Boys in Black 57 years ago in Teen More Like This
Andy woke up the next morning to empty arms. After panicking slightly, he sat up to see Conner crouched on the floor, his back to Andy, drawing in the notepad Andy had given him the night before. Crumpled wads of paper surrounded Conner, his rejects. Andy couldn't tell what he was drawing, but took a moment to quietly watch Conner draw, admiring the boy while he could. He leaned off the bed and lightly kissed Conner on the neck. "Good morning, love. I started to worry you were a pleasant dream."
Conner smiled, "Mmm...morning." he sighed happily. All his finger tips were black and he had one smudge of ink going across his cheek.
Andy slid off the bed to sit next to Conner, putting his arms around the boy, resting his head on Conner's shoulder. He pecked Conner on the cheek with a quick kiss, hitting the ink smudge. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant taste. "My little ink demon."
"Rawr!" he laughed, turning and knocking Andy over so that he was on top. He kissed him sweetly and sat him bac