NoPowerInTheVerse-TikTokParody(MAL enters a spotlight in the center of a dark stage, buttoning his shirt with his brown coat draped over his arm. WASH and ZOE are stage right in the dark, frozen with WASH seated at his dinosaur-covered console and ZOE prepping a gun SIMON and RIVER are stage left in the dark, frozen with SIMON kneeling by a bench trying to tend to RIVER while she cringes away from him. JAYNE is frozen at a different bench behind SIMON and RIVER in the "Captain Morgan" pose with "Vera" on his knee.)NoPowerInTheVerse-TikTokParody3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
MAL: (Finishes buttoning shirt and shakes out his coat before putting it on while singing.)
Dressin' every morning, and I th
Berra, der einzig wahre NekromantEine kleine Ballade von Pôlberra, dem einzig wahren NekromantenBerra, der einzig wahre Nekromant6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Die fleckige Kapuze im Gesicht,
mit Augenringen bis zum Schlüsselbein
und auch nicht immer ganz im Gleichgewicht
(das kommt vom Rauschkraut und vom Boronwein)
– so steht er da, der einzig wahre Nekromant!
Er führte Boron selber an der Nas' herum,
und dass er stets zu seinen Taten stand,
nahm ihm sogar die eig'ne Gilde krumm.
Berra war den Boronsdienern nicht geneigt,
die taten ihm gar schlimme Dinge an.
Dafür hat er dem verhüllten Pack gezeigt,
wie schon ein einz'ger Mann sie ärgern kann.
Doch nie hat er die Leute umgebracht,
wenn er den Mord nicht irgendwie vertr
The Witches RunesThe Witches Runes7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the Witch's Rune.
East, then South, West, then North.
By the powers of land and sea,
Be obedient unto me.
Wand and pentacle, cup and sword,
Hearken ye unto my word.
Cord and censor, scourge and knife,
Waken all ye unto life.
Powers of the Witch's blade,
Come ye as this charge is made.
Queen of the Summerlands, field and dell,
Send your power unto this spell.
Horned Hunter of the night,
Work my will, by magickal rite.
By all the might of Moon and Sun,
As I will, it shall be done.
By all the powers of land and sea,
As I say, So Mote It Be.
Wir schaffen die Zeit abDu rennst.Wir schaffen die Zeit ab1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melancholie statt Lebenslust.
Kommt die Erkenntnis unbewusst:
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Sonst schaffen wir uns ab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Denn sie ist eh knapp.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Sonst geht es bergab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Wer braucht diesen Maßstab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Wir schaufeln ein Zeitgrab.
Den Turbo einfach abschalten.
den Reichtum den du entdeckst -
wenn der Adler sich in die Lüfte hebt
und jede Faser deines Seins belebt.
Doch es bleibt nur e
Lost HopeA whispering wind and a falling tear,Lost Hope8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is it now that i have i now to fear?
A lost hope that now inside me shall ever dwell,
Caught in a state of perpetual hell.
Why must the one i care for always Betray,
Cheating by night and now by day.
I have lost all once before,
and now it would seem i'm back at it's door.
Trapped now between love an hate,
Must find a way to escape the bait.
A symbol of love i look to see,
For what i feel inside of me.
I do not wish for all hope to be lost,
I'll do what it takes no matter the cost.
I will not let happen what happend before,
Heartbreak and lots of pain galore.
I will not let my heart s
My Enemy, MyselfA cold and dreary night lurks,My Enemy, Myself9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I gander to my side;
A black figure swoons toward me,
As I frantically run to hide.
The darkened night's now waning,
As the sadness in me grows.
I wipe my tears away,
As I struggled and arose.
I hear the floorboards creaking,
As he draws ever near.
The shadows on the walls were dancing,
And his intentions became quite clear.
My heart grew ever sadder,
As I struggled on my feet.
My own inner torment
Would lead to my defeat.
The figure drew closer,
From where I dwell and hide.
One more gander upward,
And the figure was beside.
I went into the kitchen,
And picked up a knife.
I held it out b
On Top of White SheetsShe amazes meOn Top of White Sheets9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying there, serenely
Though once I remove her mask
And my hand grasps her form gently
The beauty and wonder
Which can flow from her
Unto white sheets
Black stains left apparent
It never does cease
Strokes and Scratches
Ideas put forth
Beauty of mind
Changed into form
With a final caress
We leave our mark
Sadly we part
A sleep overtaking her
And again she lies
Coolness and collected rest
So richly deserved
Last longing gaze
Loveless MireIf you only knew the pain deep insideLoveless Mire9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I must hold for all eternity
Now with you away I am forced to hide
With you gone life holds no prosperity
Your happiness brought joy into my life
But now you are away with someone new
You have thrown my existence into strife
Leaving me with only my thoughts of you
I cannot claim to understand your mind
Or fathom what it is you desire
But the way you left me was too unkind
By putting me in such a dismal mire
never again will I be one to love
It will always be you I think of
Come Discover MeCome Discover Me9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was once designed by builders
Though I seem to have forever been here
A living structure whose sight bewilders
Please come discover me before I disappear
I am alone, none would desire
To stay inside when I don't speak
Though the exploring they require
I can provide, and is unique:
Pipes, that through my body run
Some hellish hot, or blue from frost
Look for an exit, there is none
The paradise of being lost
They twist and turn and bend and curve
Some thin as twigs some thick as trees
Wander through me alone, observe
How travelling begins to freeze
And vents with fans that turn around
Scattering the gathered dust
Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"just walk into the light "shut your mouth and close your eyes
or keep heading for the black for darkness you have a knack
if you're looking for delight" you're the devil in disguise"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"choose the realm where to go: "choose the realm where to go:
three headed demons that attack three headed demons that attack
or pale angels that think slow?" or pale angels that think slow?"
said the trickster in my back sai
GenesisGenesis9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw an angel twined in the arms of a devil,
slumbering like the cherubim and imps.
Fluttering amongst the seraphim....
I saw the sun hold the sky beneath its eye,
and saw the star crossed lovers stir.
I watched with angel eyes as light eternal,
from that self-same sphere of yellow,
dancing red and orange flame, did weep,
for love long lost and its late labors,
that did bring forth a beautified romance...
And lo a kiss, from angels lips,
did fall on high, and a devils sigh,
lost to selective ears. A languid hand,
holds close in caress. A deathly kiss,
to bring about a twinkling life.
Love's MetaphorsLove is a curse,Love's Metaphors9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A breath of desire,
As clouded as mist,
As wild as the fire.
Nothing here will exist
Without thought to Love,
No hate, no anger,
No despair, or future.
Love is a light
That blinds you forever,
No mercy has Love,
That brings you together.
It creeps and takes
You far from aware,
It claws you and
Keeps you safe, have a care,
For Love is a monster
No human can tame,
And if you're not carful,
You it will maim.
Never let it catch you
Never let it find you
Hide from it, fight it
Live for it, die from it.
Love is a curse,
A breath of desire,
As clouded as mist,
As wild as the fire
love you, miss you, want youwould you hate me,love you, miss you, want you9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if i kissed you?
i tried to make it work,
tried sleeping without you,
to go out without you,
tried to even just live without you,
but i can't.
i stay awake all night,
and making this writing,
if i kissed you,
would you resist?
would you push me away,
or slap my face?
i'm sorry that i didn't
treat you like i'd planned,
that i wasn't good enough,
i want you beside me,
to say that you love me,
i want you to love me,
just like i love you,
to stop these tears.
i'll love you forever.
Metaphorically ShriekingThe thousand shattered mothersMetaphorically Shrieking9 years ago in Open More Like This
who lie, bent double by my steps,
are the only thing that can feel the void
as I do.
Logic, Causality, and Reason
Have fled with Sorrow's champion Justice,
As if to Priam's halls, yet they will find no sanctuary
as Zeus' colossal steed bears down upon them,
showing no fear.
I, ignorant Christ,
hang high with my barbed wire crown
and gun-shot stomach; hands stapled
to an irrelevant Something,
while my feet bear razor cuts,
Above it all, the Green skinned dollarties reign,
proud as their sightless eyes are turned away from the scene,
gazing blindly and endlessly
This is For youThis is For you9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you're hurting and I feel it too
I realize I haven't always been there for you
It pains me to hear you suffer
Even though your miles away
I wish I could be with you
To show you I care
To wrap my arms around you
Tell you Ill always be there
I couldnt tell you how many tears Ive cried
Praying that you would make it through the night
I miss you even when your gone for a moment
I couldnt stand the rest of my life
It might seem weird and really strange
For me to say that I feel this way
But your my friend, and thats what I do
Im always there to listen to you.
To The Shoe-Box Under The BedDearest shoe-box under my bed-To The Shoe-Box Under The Bed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White one, with flowers pink and red-
Lately, you've been dwelling in my head.
Dearest shoe-box filled with baubles,
It's true; your top still wobbles.
You're too full of memories and squabbles.
Dearest shoe-box of worn-out thoughts,
Let me open you up, re-connect the dots.
I'm sick of letting the memories rot.
Dearest shoe-box with a blanket inside,
Look at all the trinkets those folds can hide!
There's the photo I always kept at my side.
Dearest shoe-box with secrets old and worn,
I think it's time to mend my heart, still broken and torn.
It's time to let go of the hurt and scorn.
act of contritionthing is, i am no true catholic--act of contrition3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believe me, i've knelt in salt
i keep rosaries by my bed
to scare the ghosts away
i accidentally make the sign of the cross when something goes wrong or astray
sat in the pews dizzy from heat
blouse sticking to my back and makeup bleeding down my skin
staring at the saints and imagining them moving
avoiding eye contact with the man in the middle of it all
overactive imaginations always imagine that the pain must have driven him
it is a scary thought
i have counted the tiles on the ceiling
the number of beams and arches, the colors of the stained glass
how many times the priest kneels,
ThanksgivingWell kids, it's time for the usual, "It's that holiday, I should expound upon it with my thoughts and feelings!!!!". So here it is: I really like Thanksgiving. It has just about everything I love about life in it. Fuck Christmas, this holiday is everything I want. I'll explain better, just bear with me.Thanksgiving7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
My grandmother had eight children, seven lived to see adulthood and all have married at least once. I'm the only cousin that doesn't have a sibling, so six of the seven aunts and uncles have at least two kids. I was the youngest cousin, so I have second cousins that are slightly older than me. Now that I'm 23, most of these cousins and second
My MistakeDarling,My Mistake9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't be alarmed.
my disease is only Fatal,
my dreams are only a mirage,
and my love is everlasting.
So break these chains from my legs,
and carry me away,
to a dark place where we can whisper,
Cut Open: chapter eightCut Open: chapter eight2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Running down the hallway, I race down to the gym. I've always been late to my classes, but never to P.E. I've always liked P.E. and I never knew why. Maybe it was because I love to run and exercise, or maybe just because of the hard work and effort I put into that class it just helps me not think of my problems. I don't know, but I really didn't want to be late to this class.
I ran quickly through the halls, weaving my way through the groups of people and the teachers. They didn't even care to stop me? Wow, some teachers. I finally got to the boys locker room, and ran through the door. Everyone was still getting dressed, and a lot of guys we
Zombieland ReviewZombieland Review1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Zombieland is a 2009 zombie flick and horror/comedy directed by Ruben Fleischer.
A virus goes through the world, turning people into sprinting zombies. Nerd and phobic-prone college student Columbus (played by Jesse Eisenberg), has survived the outbreak and armed himself with a shotgun and a set of his own rules to survive zombieland, goes to see if his parents are alive, On the way there, he meets Tallahassee (played by Woody Harellson), a gun toting, twinkie loving cowboy and sisters, Wichita and Little Rock (Emma Stone and Abigail Breslin). Together, these four make an unlikely band of survivors.
This is a hilarious film. Columbus is suc
The Abominable Dr.Phibes ReviewThe Abominable Dr.Phibes Review1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Abominable Dr. Phibes is a 1971 horror film, starring Vincent Price in one of his strangest roles.
The plot centers around Dr. Phibes (played by Price) who was in a car crash with his wife. He becomes grotesquely disfigured and is only able to speak through a phonograph machine he created. His wife didn't survive the accident and he blames the doctors who operated on her. So, he goes on a killing spree to get revenge, along with his female mute assistant, Vulvania (played by Virginia North).
Phibes kills the doctors using the theme of the ten plagues of Egypt, such as locust, bats, hail, and a frog mask contraption that tightens the vic
Misery ReviewMisery Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Misery was made in 1990, starring Kathy Bates and James Caan. It was adapted from the Stephen King novel.
The movie starts out wit author, Paul Sheldom (played by Caan), just ended his Misery series and then had a car crash during a snow storm. A woman named Annie Wilkes (played by Bates), rescues him from the crash and nurses him back to health. Not only that, she proclaims that she is his number one fan. Sounds good, doesn't it?
Annie is a psychopath and keeps Sheldon as her prisoner. She has uncontrollable mood swings and a scrapbook of people she killed when she was a nurse.
The majority of the film is in Sheldon's bedroom, giv
Theme of the Week: RebellionTheme of the Week: Rebellion/RevolutionTheme of the Week: Rebellion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do we sit still under attack?
Or do we start pushing back?
Never back up
Never back down
Marissa and Arthur © me
"What have they done?...What. Have. They. Done?!" A seven year old Marissa stared down in front of her. It smelt the same, it tasted the same...but- "It's...a circle. A circle " She said the last bit in a whisper that only those who were close enough would be able to hear.
Arthur looked up from putting ketchup on his own set of chicken nuggets. For an eight year old boy, he didn't understand the big deal with the change in avian shapes. It went fr