The ten commandments of GamingThis is the 10 commandments of gaming. Every gamer should follow these very basic laws of gaming.
1. Thou shalt treat thy gaming platform like family.
2. Thine controller shalt not be desecrated nor destroyed.
3. Thou shalt not blame the internet lag unless it falls to the lowest level.
4. Thou shalt never cheat unless thine game has been beaten before (walkthroughs do not count.)
5. Thou shalt not pick on the n00bs (no matter how entertaining it is.)
6. Thou shalt not grief or spam.
7. Thou shalt take great care of thine discs/cartridges.
8. Games are to be shared with thine friends (unless thou friends are proven to be untrustworthy or careless.)
9. Games are precious and unique, no matter what platform or company they are produced under.
10. These commandments shalt be unalterable, so long as gaming remains within humanity and beyond.
Broken angel wingsThe moment I saw you,Broken angel wings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I promised myself
that I'd fix you.
And I would have sworn
I grew angel wings.
Your wounds were never healed,
I failed, and I'm sorry.
I'm never enough and I know it.
I tried, darling.
Believe me, I did.
You always told me
how much you wanted to fly,
and you could do it,
I knew you could.
But the one with the wings was me,
and all I know is falling,
because that's all I ever did.
I wish I could reach you,
now that you stopped falling
you're too far above me.
And my wings are broken
(I'd blame you,
but it wouldn't be fair.
I insisted on fixing you,
when I was even more broken)
I'll miss you.
Don't look for me in heaven.
You won't find me there.
I'm right below the bottom,
where the broken burn,
where I belong.
Because you know I'm afraid of heights,
and you know I never learnt how to fly.
All I do is fall,
and I refuse to take you with me.
fly, love. i gift you my wings, fix them and fly.
My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;My Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I shall tell what you want to hear...
It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the person who finds love anew
It is the broken hearted girl who is loved and doesn't know
and the tears that are caught in the hands of the unknown lover below
It is the boy with the tuneless guitar who plays it anyway
and the door opening just as you're walking away.
It is the chords of a song which is yet to be sung...
and of course, the sound of a rainstorm wh
My AngelShe looked up at me with those soulful, bottomless brown eyes; tears welling in the corners. At that moment, all I knew was that I should hold her, clutch her to my chest and never let go, stand there in the hallway, with my arms wrapped around her. I should have. I longed to run my fingers through her raven's hair, to caress her face, to kiss those beautiful plum lips. She had always been there, the spotlight on the stage of my life. Why hadn't I noticed her before? Of course, I had noticed her...but not like this. She had the kind of beauty that grew on you after a while. The kind of beauty that way subtle, but yet, made all the difference in the world. SHE made all the difference in the world. The world: My world. She was my world. As these thoughts ran through my mind, slowly, as if scared of me, as if I had hurt her, she turned away, hiding her tear streaked face from my view. She turned and walked away, fading into the black abyss of the mortal world.My Angel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She moves like an angel", I
Dark-wind, ThunderDark-wind, Thunder, Darkness LongerDark-wind, Thunder4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
witches cackle in the night
Dark-wind, Thunder, Evil Hunger
potions cast green glowing light
Dark-wind, Thunder, Satanic Wonder
wings of black with silent flight
Dark-wind, Thunder, Bedtime Slumber
nightmare and it's fearful might
Dark-wind, Thunder, Demon's Plunder
souls to steal with sudden fright
Dark-wind, Thunder, Hellish Mender
beauty turns to stone on sight
Dark-wind, Thunder, Shadow's Master
comes with evil's poison bite
Dark-wind, Thunder, Drawing Nearer
to run left or to flee right?
Dark-wind, Thunder, Serpent's Sender
no escape from certain death...
ReminiscingThe first time Jack met Shane she was renting one of the manor’s rooms and refused to give her name, so his brother had named her Shane. Which somehow came from Ocean, but that’s a different story that understanding could cause insanity.Reminiscing2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the time, he was barely 18, and was on strict bed rest with a broken arm, and Shane decided to make sure he never left his room for a week.
The arm healed, Shane’s bossy nature never did.
Neither did her inexplicable love for the half breed she decided was her little brother, but that was a blessing or curse depending on the day.
Now Jack was twenty-two roughly, he had decided to never let anyone know his birthday after Shane, and Shane was still her own creature just as fickle and friendly as the sea. But with three younger brothers and lots of cousins and nieces and nephews.
Since, as Jack would put it, she was older than some of the seas and had the unfortunate tendency to eat her lovers, Sha
It's in MeMusic lines my heart with notes of happiness,It's in Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if in the world there is no badness,
While in my dreams there's so much craziness,
There is never a little drop of madness.
The notes of joy twisting and winding,
Swimming and flying and running and binding,
To each individual thread in my soul,
And there is no longer a single toll,
That puts a strain on me.
The Athiest's PrayerDear God,The Athiest's Prayer4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't believe in You. I'm sorry. This letter's really got nothing to do with that, but I figure I should put that out there. I don't believe in You, not because of any ill will but because I'm a sceptical mind and frankly the evidence seems to point to You not existing. And if You do exist, well, I've read the Bible, and I'm not sure I'd believe in You anyway, any more than I believe in the Church or Republicans. So I hope that clears the air. Please don't let it effect what I'm about to say.
See, I'm not writing this letter for me. I'm writing this letter for a lot of people. Sure, I'm among the number, and so are a lot of people like me, and so are a lot of paedophiles, murderers, adulturers, and gays. All those people You hate. But there's a lot of people You love included in the number I'm writing for, too-- good people, poor people, Ghandi, Jesus, everyone with
Writers BlockWhen you can't think of a poemWriters Block4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words, together as one
Poetic and wholesome
Writing isn't as fun
Putting words together
Can be harder than it seems
It could stick with someone forever
Or just fade away like unimportant dreams
Any topic, anything
Anything you'd want
Any emotions you've been carrying
Any thoughts you do or don't want to flaunt
It isn't always easy
No not at all
Writers block is evil and sleazy
It's just waiting to see you fall
HatterDrink from my cupHatter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sit in my chair
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party without me.
No tea without a Mad Hatter.
Victim of Love I guess we knew this would happen,Victim of Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
somewhere deep down inside,
things I wish I'd never told you,
all the thoughts I had to hide.
It might have been inevitable,
something faded in your heart,
I never thought to fill the silence,
and we're drifting apart.
Another starry-eyed romantic,
forever lost in the the lonesome night,
the moon sings of her returning,
I won't go down without a fight.
I could tell you that I miss you,
The Tune of My BloodThe Tune of My Blood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind speaks of a girl who is artistic and open minded,
Who has traveled the world and lived in many places,
And blows out happiness and sorrow in one breath.
Bright light shines through her finger tips and blinds the ocean,
Brilliant colors swerve and shout in the air she breathes,
Striving to make music to the eyes they meet.
Notes fly out of her in song and in ink,
The canvas breaking to the tune she cries,
Singing and shouting on the stage of the world,
The shining sun screams that she's here.
Whispers swerve around, but no rumors are true,
Because nobody knows of her secret stardom,
And the interested are nowhere to be found.
Her mystery is hidden in the depths of her plasma,
Forever until a person wails, "I'm here, tell me your secret."
Driving in Florida Part OneI never want to see this again, EVER!Driving in Florida Part One4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Any of you ever having set even so much as a toe in Florida know that driving here is not at all unlike driving a Volkswagen beetle... on rocky African terrain with deadly gaboon vipers in the space beneath your feet, while fleeing a herd of crazed elephants, one of whom is in must and probably looking to hump both you and your silly looking pea-green beetle to oblivion.
This is not a dramatization. I saw something on the road today that I never ever EVER want to see again...
I was driving... around in circles apparently, because some of the streets in Florida make about as much sense as what would happen if you converted a Jackson Pollock painting into roadways. Some streets will just randomly end at a T junction without any signs and continue halfway up some other street. WHOSE IDEA WAS THAT!? Admittedly, the thought of snowbirds getting confused as all hell by it is fucking hilarious, BUT I LIVE HERE GODAMNNIT!
Anyway, I was driving and this is
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Writer's BlockWaking up at three o'clock,Writer's Block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with this dreaded writers block.
It mocks me sitting on my paper,
maybe I'll write something later.
Tired of making words that rhyme,
I really just don't have the time.
Rhyme, grammar, emotion, meter,
maybe I'll stick to being a reader.
That line doesn't fit in that verse,
putting that word in makes it sound worse.
Can't think of anything to say,
my thoughts are all in shades of grey.
Imagery is overrated,
big words are so outdated.
Why does inspiration avoid me?
I'm very uncreative, you see.
I can't think of another line,
I can't make another rhyme.
So for now, writer's block, goodbye,
I'll be back tommorow for another try.
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Mistakes.When I lookMistakes.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the pain
Of my past,
I feel so sad
And so guilty
But at the same time
I feel happy.
Because those mistakes
Made me who I am
They let me know the
People I know now.
Showed me what was right
And what was wrong.
My mistakes still haunt me
But if I had the option
To go back
And make them never happen,
Because I am happy
With what I have done.
The good and the bad.
You're still just a childThere's a thousand petty secrets,You're still just a child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this one pathetic mind.
The question is, what will you do,
just so you can hide?
Some people just grow distant,
and cover with a mask.
Other's lie right through their teeth,
so they can do the task.
Look through this shining armor,
and give yourself a peek.
At the shattered soul that's underneath,
A child on the inside,
no matter what you say.
I know that you were forced to grow,
but now it's time to play.
When will you see that it's ok to cry?
You don't have to run, don't have to lie.
Things can get better, if only you'd try.
The person everybody seesI want to screamThe person everybody sees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.
But I wont.
Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.
Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.
I want to scream
And run away
And cry until I cant see
But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.
The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything
So leave me alone
So I can cry
So that I can be
That no one else sees.
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
An EquationMath is easy, for me. There is no need to look deeper than the numbers given to you- the equation that you know will provide the answer. The numbers fit into the equation perfectly, and there is no room for error- in my mind, it is simplicity itself. I often think about how easy it would be if the rest of the world- you, especially- would follow those rules. If I was given the words that you want me to say, and all I have to do is fit them into the conversation, simple and easy- an equation. You do not give me that much. You confuse me with your endless vague answers. You tell me that not everything should be taken at face value- I disagree. Or, at least, I used to. I find myself smiling along with you, even when I don't know what you're saying.An Equation5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're as confusing as an abstract painting. You have no lines to adhere to, no clear picture to form, no solid ending that I can understand. You are unfathomably...strange, in a world that used to be clear-cut. You give me headaches, yo