The ViewThe View4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my life
I've believed in things
That weren't real.
This does not mean
They are not there.
Real is simply
A state of mind.
With a definition
That really doesn't define
Exactly what they want you to think
One might say to you
Seeing is believing.
But that means every dream I have
Is really happening to me?
Any picture I draw
The stories I write
Aren't stories at all
But simply recording history?
But then what is this
Everyone always talks about?
Is it really that great?
To talk about
All the time?
To break little children's hearts
When they're told
Santa clause is fake?
To stay chained to
For the rest of eternity?
When someone tries to escape
This so called
They're thought of
As out of line
And locked up
But if one accepts
This depressing fate
They're locked up
In their own way -
Instead of physically.
So why not
Unlock your self
From your shackles
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerJustifications and Salted Smiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-
ShutterA rustle in the shutter panesShutter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Somewhere past stroke of two
And peeking out, no wind nor rain
No summer storms had blew.
I fled to bedhis arms for strength
And shuddered 'spite the heat.
The darkness closing closer still
My face, the whiter sheet.
I shut my eyes just tight enough,
Traded his skin for yours.
Still fighting in my deepest nerve
Most damnable of wars
Against each memory, doting face
Last summer in its rune.
Dancing still in arm's embrace
To the string's last dying tune.
A rustle in the shutter panes
Somewhere past stroke of three
And peering through the foggy glare,
No trespassers to see.
A heart pledged once sparks virtue's gold
When broken, stretches thin.
A pledge reversed may recommence
To shatter from within.
All virtue hangs in dimming light
My innocence, repealed?
'Tis not unfaithful which the eyes
And ears cannot reveal.
And though the dead can kill, they may
Not live a breath again
And if they step their boundaries,
What is it we live then?
RussiaXReader- Creative Complications Pt. 1Part 1RussiaXReader- Creative Complications Pt. 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was just your 4th day in 10th grade, and you were already hating it. Sure, the teachers and monitors were ok, but you couldn't stand 3 things-
1. The amount of homework you were already getting
2. Most of your schoolmates were either total strangers, or mortal enemies
3. The walls were yellow
Well, ok, maybe not 'Yellow-Yellow', but a Beige-ish Yellow... Either way you hated that colors' guts.
But it's not like you hated it for no reason! The color just brought back bad memories. Memories that you never wanted to remeber... And forgot to remember right now, because you were too busy being trampled by eveyone trying to get to their next class, to even remeber how to walk right.
So, you tripped. And got trampled some more.
You immediately stood up and made it to your locker without dieing! Now, all you had to do was make it through the day without starting any drama, because, just like the color yellow, you hated drama(which, by the way the one of your classes). YAY YOU
i just wanted to make you something beautifulyour goodbyei just wanted to make you something beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tasted like cold
rather bitter, really
kind of poetic--&
a bit absurd
around your bedroom
(hitting my shin
on the nightstand)
a goose dabbing
its beak in
a little less than
& every law of thermodynamics
A X-Blade X-masA X-Blade X-mas4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, how do you guys celebrate Christmas on the islands?" inquired Heavyn as the four of them traversed the Lanes Between. They had just left Christmas Town, which unsurprisingly had put Heavyn in the Christmas mood.
Kairi looked over in her direction as she answered, "Well, we make cookies, sing carols, you know, the usual. Except that instead of building snow-men, we build sand-men instead."
"Sand-men? That kinda sounds like a cheesy horror movie," remarked Heavyn.
"Thank you," responded Riku. "I've been telling them that for YEARS!"
Sora laughed as he commented, "You've only been saying that ever since Wakka decapitated your sand Sant"
"Guys, look!" Heavyn suddenly cried, pointing. The others looked to see a welcome sight.
"A Fragment World!!" they all cried unanimously, speeding towards it. Stopping just short of where they suspected the barrier to be, the four friends looked at each other.
AussieConfusedAussie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used up all my thoughts
My heart pounds in my chest
A blood rush
Something of a lust
So damn cool
And I can't talk...
You used up all my thoughts
You shut me up...
Story Part OneAs dusk fell upon Darigan Citadel, a huge floating land mass skimming the skies, Lord Kass, ruler of the Citadel, surveyed the destruction to the landlocked world below. The Second Meridell war had been raging for over a month now and the forces of Kass were dominating. Setarian, the conceited commander of his troops, had been leading Kass to victory. Ever since the previous leader Lord Darigan had vanished, the Citadel had been in chaos. That is, until Lord Kass came into power through less than honest means. The troops of Lord Kass wanted very eagerly to take revenge on Meridell- Especially King Skarl.Story Part One6 years ago in Settings More Like This
Setarian was always a prideful Eyrie. He felt superior to all of his subordinates in every regard. Many thought the Lord himself was to blame because it was he who appointed him commander of his army and constantly gave him praise. Much of the time, he demanded to be called "Commander Setarian", even at the smallest whim of his subordinates.&
Comfort...Your arms around me...Comfort...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounding me in your love...
Your sweet slow kiss
And melodic voice
It's everything to me
My reason to live
My reason to love
My reason to breathe...
You comfort me
Anything to bring a hot fever down
Anything to pull a broken heart together
You know just what to say...
You're my remedy
But I need to live without you
I let you go months ago
I dropped you hot before
It's time I forget you
I have him now
He's my everything
But still without you
I feel incomplete
My heart yearns for both
But I'll never break even
I want you both
But life's never been pleasing
YOU JUST...YOU JUST WOKE UP NAKED IN BED NEXT TO ME..... What would you say to me?YOU JUST...4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
((ooc: I don't wanna cover my old journal entree about the contest so I'm writing it here))
Fighting ShadowsFighting Shadows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fight off Shadows, on a long weary night
You can't use a sword, you can't use a knife
The Creatures will come and they'll drag you away
Off into the dark where the Shadows play
The Shadows are long, spindly and dark
They play tricks on your mind, and tricks on your heart
They make you see what's not really there
Make you feel what's not yours to feel
Is that the wind or the shadows I hear?
They move along the edge of the forest
Just tempting your curiosity, tempting your faults
Just waiting for you to come inside
And when you're just in reach,
They'll grab you and drag you in
And you'll never be heard from again
I hear they sound like what you want most
That they know your heart, and they know your soul
They know what's inside your brain
And they use it against you
Making you defenseless to their half-truths
You can run but they'll always find you
They'll brake your sanity, and they'll break your mind
You never know when they'll get you
Only that they will
And if you try to fight a
If Animals Could TalkIf Animals Could Talk6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The word species is an understatement when comes to using that term in the same sentence as a human. You are not a species nor will you ever be considered one. You see every species on the face of this planet creates an equilibrium in their natural ecosystem, along side other species, call it a harmony but you humans do not work that way. When you arrive in an ecosystem you begin to leech of the natural resources, you procreate faster then the rest of species around you. Eventually you upset the balance so much that other species are forced to move away or die by your hands. What is worse is that ecosystem is left a wasteland because you humans do not give it time to regenerate. So nothing can live or survive there any longer. When this occurs, you humans then move onto other ecosystems and do the exact same by taking everything around you, draining the ecosystem to its core, killing it with out ever giving back and yet you kill what stands in your way. You know there is an organism th
- Photographic ParadoX -- Photographic ParadoX -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
Suicide Letters - RecapClair Burns walked into the lobby of her best friend's apartment. She had called Lucy several times earlier but no one answered. Last March Lucy had been fired. Now she sat at home bored so she always answered the phone.Suicide Letters - Recap4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The doorman glanced up and her and nodded his head. Clair nodded back and headed to the elevator. The ride was slow but eventually she got to the third floor. Slowly she trudged down the hall. The lights seemed dim and ominous. Clair had walked down this hall a million times but this was different.
She didn't know why but she was scared. The brass doorknob reflected her frightened expression. Swallowing hard she knocked on the door. Not a sound. No feet running to answer no exasperated groan. The small two bedroom apartment was silent. The air got cold and Clair seemed to choke.
A shaking had reached out and grasped the knob. Without turning it the door creaked open. Some of the lights were on even though it was the middle of the day. A jug of milk and a box
BurdenA burden is what I amBurden4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A burden I will be
If only to let him carry me
I could be a million different things
But to him who loves me
I will never be assisting...just convincing
Playing a part in a play
My feelings are overwhelming
He seems so calm and humbling
I'm just greedy
A little selfish
A little needy
I've never known such bliss
And I don't want to know anyone elses kiss
Him who fills me...kills me.
He seems so perfect
What could I possibly be?
I'm only annoying, average in most every way.
Yet he still loves me in a crazy true way.
I'm only a burden
A burden I shall be
But to him who loves me
I'll be a burden if he says he'll carry me.
Suicide Letters - Continued"It's a knife." He replied.Suicide Letters - Continued4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you serious? My ankle and ribs are broken because of a knife!" I tried to stand up but failed.
"Hey, it's not just a knife. It can change into any weapon. A sword, a spear, anything, its original form is a small knife though."
"Then why were they talking about a jewel?" I asked, remembering my first encounter with them.
"There is a blue jewel in the knife that gives it its power."
"A knife! A stupid magic knife! You have to be kidding me! I have been kidnapped, smacked, broken, anything else you can think of, over a stupid knife!" I roared.
"Calm down princess!" he said, "Don't make a show!"
"No! You guys are a bunch of ass-holes!" I sat up, "I can't believe this! It's a stupid knife! Go find another knife! Why are you even wasting so much money on such a stupid thing? Once you get it, then what?"
"Alright just to make this real to you I'll tell you. When you hold the knife your own body becomes super human. If you had two left feet and you took the kni
Ice Cream and CigarettesI always compare him to ice cream...Ice Cream and Cigarettes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His lips melt against mine,
So sweet and ungodly addictive.
And right when I fall in love,
he leaves me feeling cold and frozen,
after he's melted away.
He always compares me to cigarettes...
A little touch of his finger tips
and I start to burn away.
I fill his lungs with poison, but
pretend to be a cure and as soon as
I'm lit, I leave him in a wisp of smoke.
Angel In My DreamsFeeling as though I were gazing into the sun,Angel In My Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nigh, it is only your beautiful smile.
Alluring me with sensitive eyes,
An abyss deeper than any ocean I've seen.
Feeling now as I've never before,
You truly are the one I adore.
The way you shake your hair in your eyes,
The way your eyes sparkle and shine.
My wish is but a simple dream;
To be with the one angel that's in my dreams.
Thoughts of you plague my mind,
Never ceasing at the expanse of being with you.
I dream of feeling your silk lips latch onto mine,
Hoping it doesn't stop till the end of time.
"Angel in my Dreams"
Haden Alexandre Scott
March 31st, 2010
Hatred NamedJamey watched with contempt as Caleb and Arlen interacted in the Crimean field just outside the castle. The two were about seven at the time, visiting and playing with one another as it had been a long time since they last met. Arlen was being prepared for duty as the duke of Felirae while Caleb was being tutored extensively to serve as the king of Crimea. When the two were together, they could be children again, if only for a few hours before eating a formal meal where they would both have to act like they were much older than they were.Hatred Named4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had watched them grow up together. He had raised them both, in some sense, especially the future king. He had really grown fond of Caleb, but the same could not be said for Arlen.
"There's something off about the boy," he said to Ceasar as the men looked after the wrestling boys.
"I know, he always tries to manhandle Arlen."
"I wasn't talking about Caleb," Jamey snapped defensively, watching as Caleb forcefully pinned down his slimmer counterpart.