The Search for MeaningMeaning escapes me,The Search for Meaning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
escapes the unfamiliarity of this room of familiar objects -
my life against a wall.
Childish books lean uncomfortably on thicker volumes
that have ditched innocence and instead search,
among acres of words, for some understanding.
Arrangements of twenty-six letters that evoke tears, or laughter,
or change -
Just a few of which I strain to see printed
in unremarkable ink and
on insignificant paper.
Choices that I face and yet evade
form barricades before my weary eyes, sleepless at 3am -
the piercing sounds of their urgency accompanied
by mosquito voices of those who have decided, on my behalf,
what is best for me.
Where leads the journey with no set destination -
no tangible goal to aim for, I hoard mementos of my history,
and mourn the passing of those slippery shadows
who have places to go.
cantboredcant6 years ago in Other More Like This
cant eat ...
Equipoise - Chapter TenEquipoise - Chapter Ten4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Approximately three weeks passed without a problem, the compound was more than capable of keeping everyone fed and sustained. Daryl, despite Nicole's protests, would not allow her to leave until the stitches dissolved and she could pull the Horton without it being a struggle. He had oiled it and cleaned it to absolute perfection for her, which was the very first thing to make her smile as she discovered how depressingly weak her arm still was. It was also the beginning of Daryl's retribution in his own mind.
She sat in what they came to call the living room, a small room that had been unused down the hallway to the secondary exit. Mackenzie and Jeff had suggested converting it into a living space to keep them from getting into all the food out of boredom and instead of sleeping all the time. With Miss Carter's permission, Mackenzie, Nicole and Lee had taken on the task of converting a cot into a couch. They also set up a table and a couple of other chairs as well as placing a rather la
a kiss upon his cheek.he didn't have a smilea kiss upon his cheek.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anywhere near his lips.
his expression was blank,
and his eyes were etched from glass;
'i don't care'
they said carefully,
like an unsure whisper.
i don't know why,
but this boy was like nicotine,
like a foggy dream.
he was my rescue,
with warning lights flashing
as he came to my escape.
he didn't have a smile on his lips,
but i wanted them anyway.
The Softer Side of Loki Contest EntryLove is The Best Medicine:The Softer Side of Loki Contest Entry3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Loki crept into the room quietly, careful not to rouse the bundled-up figure on the bed.
"Temperature is at 98.7 degrees, sir."
He frowned, looking down at the tuft of hair that was the only part of Tony to be seen.
"And the others have been giving him his medicine by the hour?"
"On the dot. Ms. Romanov was the last one to have entered the room approximately 15 minutes ago."
"Alright. Thank you, JARVIS."
"You're welcome, sir."
Sighing, Loki gently sat himself beside the cocoon of blankets, slowly tugging until Tony's scrunched-up face came into view.
He placed a hand on the sweat-drenched forehead, feeling the heat of high fever, to try and share the natural coldness that his Asgardian form couldn't hide, wiping away the beads of perspiration that have started to gather and slide down.
"JARVIS, if his temperature doesn't drop by tonight, please contact the hospital and tell them that we'll be bringing Tony there, I'll go and inform Ms. Potts about his conditi
ChildhoodI recall a place in timeChildhood4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beyond gelid gates in withered ivy
Where dreams and hopes in lost graves sleep.
A place where no world existed beyond our towns
Where all forms of magic were to be believed
Fairies and ghosts danced beneath the moon
And the wind caressing blades of grass
The orb of the sun and the musical rain
Would beckon us into the arms of living
When we would race against the end of each day
With wheels and thoughts spinning
In a frenzy of exultation
Simple motions were that of greatest adventure
And laughter; the song of our lives
With energy unbound and wonder infinite
We were fearless and selfless with affection and love
Ignited at each new sensation
And I recall how we became dreamless cynics
Weighted down by carnificial chains of reality
Hopeless in the graves where we now sleep.
Man MadeIn the end, she was just a machine. Nothing more, nothing less, and yet some much more than that.Man Made5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A manmade object, built by man, to use by man, a wonderful- no beautiful machine that couldn't fulfill his heart's desire.
Hideki tried to convince himself of this; he desperately tried to curb the foreign feeling that emerged whenever he thought of her.
Only a fool would fall for something that wasn't human, then again he was always being called a dummy. A bittersweet smile graced Hideki's lips, and he continued to walk down the deserted streets.
Thoughts like these had invaded his mind, and they ate away at Hideki's soul.
She is a robot, so has no heart, no soul. But the way she looks at me, her amber eyes filling with emotion, her smile that lights up her face like sunshine. Its like Minoru said No matter how cute she is, or how human she acts, she's just a persocom..
Hideki raised his face to the sky, letting the first flakes of snow brush his lips, just as Chii had don
Does Love Make You RealI only fall in love withDoes Love Make You Real4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People who don't exist.
Then I spend my life
Wishing they were real.
But words are just words
And even the most vivid characters
Are not the author himself.
Unstable PrologueHan Psychiatric Ward FilesUnstable Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Patient Name : Kim Heechul
Date of Birth : July 10, 1983
Reason for Admission : Split Personality Disorder
Year Admitted : 2003
File Author : Han Geng
I found him wandering the streets of Seoul one night in the winter of 2003. After meeting him, I brought him home and discovered that he had violent tendencies that he couldn't remember after sleeping. I came to the conclusion that he had a multiple personality disorder. After becoming close with him, I was motivated to create the Han Psychiatric Ward to help him and others like him.
Patient Name : Park Jungsu (Eeteuk)
Date of Birth : July 1, 1983
Reason for Admission : Schizophrenia
Year Admitted : 2004
File Author : Han Geng
His condition caused him to over-power a security guard at a museum and steal the guards gun. He threatened to kill hostages if he wasn't given the figurines in the exhibit depicting a traditional Korean school house. He was persuaded eventually to give up the gun and proceeded to tell th
A Beautiful LieThe idea that you could ever love me,A Beautiful Lie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or have any affection towards me.
The theory that one day I'd be yours,
Or that you cared about me at all.
The concept of me in your arms,
Or being by your side.
The though that I may one day be there,
Closer to you than ever.
My dream of being your girl,
And giving you a kiss.
A wish to see that you care,
And want to have me around.
Each of my wishes and thoughts,
Are such a beautiful lie.
They give me some hope,
To be loved by you.
Cosette's childhood, snippet"Monsieur, where are we going?" Cosette asked, looking up at the man carrying her.Cosette's childhood, snippet3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jean Valjean blinked back tears. She had her mother's eyes. "We're going somewhere safe," he replied. "And please, don't call me 'Monsieur'."
The child nodded before nestling into his arms to think. 'Not 'Monsieur' what else is there? The only man Ponine and Zelma didn't call 'Monsieur' was their papa. Oh!' Looking up again, she asked, "May I call you 'Papa'?"
Jean Valjean repressed a gasp. 'I mustn't lie to her but I promised Fantine I'd raise Cosette as my own.' Still fighting back tears, he responded, "Yes, my child."
Cosette smiled and fell asleep in his arms. Jean Valjean shifted her so she wouldn't feel the tears running down his face.
That night, Jean Valjean prayed, asking God (and Fantine) for strength. He didn't know how to be a father. He was a convict. But she was innocent. No, she was perfect. She was just like her mother, only with brown hair. How could he, of all pe
Why?Why do you say the things you say,Why?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you make me feel this way.
Why do I fall for all your lies,
Why am I amazed by your beautiful eyes.
Why do you make me do the things I do,
Why did you make me fall in love with you.
Why do things have to be this way,
Why do you always push me away.
Why did you have to change,
Why do you act so strange.
Why can't it be the same,
Why do you play this twisted game.
Why all these questions, tell me what to say.
Why do you look away.
BlushI can still feel your arms around my waistBlush4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dress the color of
High school crushes
Your smug and admiring smile
the stranger's brideswith their last words to the worldthe stranger's brides4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
to the stranger they are wed.
wearing his faceless silence,
they walk the world in his stead.
with their solemn acumen
they minister to the dead.
keepers of the mysteries:
the silent sisters.
A Fall to Grace chp. 4Chapter 4: The Shattered WorldA Fall to Grace chp. 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
Icy winds blew sharply across the land of Jotunheim, but to Helblindi, it barely felt like a chilled wind against his skin. Snow drifted across the landscape, long since broken since the last war, and he watched it with a disinterested gaze.
His world was little more than rubble, but he was used to the sight. He had never known it to be any different. Born after the war, he had been raised amongst the broken buildings, the crumbling land, and the former glory and pride of his home in shattered pieces around his ankles.
War had done this, that he had been taught. A war that his race had lost. A failed plan to colonize Midgard, and his people were driven back to their own world. According to history, most of the battles had taken place here, which had scarred their home so badly. For their action of trying to spread to a new world, their own had been nearly destroyed by the Asgardian's and their casket stolen from them, their most prized relic, the symbol o
try to understand.so, i guess thats that.try to understand.6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
i guess it is.
i want you to know that im going to think about you. every night.
i imagine ill think about you too.
ill probably cry in my pillow when our song comes on my shuffle and ill dig up that picture i buried in the back of my closet when i threw away the rest.
why will you keep it?
because we look happy and somewhere down the road ill be happier for having kept it. not at first, because at first its going to sting like hell. which is why ill bury it. but in the middle of the night when i dont have the sun to shine in my eyes and distract me, ill need to look at it and remind myself that the tears are worth it.
i dont want to make you cry.
i know and thats part of the reason why theyll be worth it. you arent stealing them from me, im giving them freely. i wont
Why 'Marriage?'Why can't gays have all the rights as married straight couples, just not the title of marriage?Why 'Marriage?'3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Why can't women have all the same voting rights as men, just not the title of being a voter?
Why can't immigrants have all the same rights as natives, just not the title of being American?
Why can't Muslim Americans have all the same religious rights as us, just not the title of being patriotic?
Why can't black people get the same water as white people, just not from the same water fountain?
Because to accept anything less than equality is inequality.
If a couple is dedicated and works hard to achieve something such as a long-term relationship, they deserve the title. They do not deserve to have their efforts cast aside and labeled with some second-class bastardization of the reward.
A marriage is a marriage. Accept nothing less.
What if...What if...What if...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I like you
I talk to you
I told you
I hug you
I kiss you
I love you
you hurt me
Sooner or Later .:5:.Jimmy looked oblivious before nodding. "Um, okay. What do you have in mind, babe?" he asked, giving a soft kiss to the side of Steve's head.Sooner or Later .:5:.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll pick, you just go sit down," Steve gave a sweet kiss to Jimmy's lips before he skipped to the DVD rack, picking out "The Last Song."
Jimmy grimaced inwardly but wanted to keep Steve happy. It was getting harder and harder to find peace with him, and it scared him to think about what was sure to come, but he pushed it out of his mind for another day. Right now he would try to spend quality time with Steve.
Steve snuggled to Jimmy's side, whispering, "You're mine...Right?"
Jimmy's eyes widened before he nodded slowly, kissing the top of his head. "Why wouldn't I be, Ste?"
"Good." He smiled triumphantly before he watched the movie, his eyes staying glued to the screen even though he had seen it a million times.
Jimmy found it hard to stay awake and ended up drowsing off in the middle of the movie, his head resting against Steve's shoulder, whic
InsomniaNight continue to hold no avail of sleep for me.Insomnia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Days drag on when I'm so alone.
Hours proceed to the order; midnight, one a.m., two a.m., three a.m.
Minutes seem to tick by s l o w l y .
Pick up the pencil lying next to my head,
My body has warned me that I'll be pushing maximum lack of sleep.
Yet, my mind keeps racing, won't let me fade to sleep.
Nightmares are lurking all around me, monster awaiting to pounce.
Odd dreams that pull me deep, then let me fall.
Pick up my phone, I really want to talk.
Only thing that's stopping me is knowing you're in a restful slumber.
But for me; it's just another sleepless night.
Plane CrashI watched the plane go downPlane Crash4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on another man's soil
and wondered where love goes
when the breathing stops
and how the bodies would find
someplace to sleep
for the night.
The way you hum
is so sad
like you live
an ordinary life
she said, turning her back
on the window
to face the television,
the noise drowning out
I tried to remember how she looked
without her clothes,
naked on the porcelain tiles
that night in Seville,
when I said the moon
would stop for her
but the engine drowned out