The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Principalities and PowersThe angels that did not keep their proper domain Jude 1:6Principalities and Powers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The angels who sinned II Peter 2:4
The Things You Can't SeeYou smile,The Things You Can't See4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And nobody else does.
And you're alone.
You always look so happy-
But I guess the most broken do, huh?
Nobody would guess
That you tell yourself every night
How great it'd be
Because nobody would care, right?
Before you let those thoughts
Cloud your mind-
And it's contagious
But you can't see that through the screen.
And so do millions
But you closed your eyes and missed it.
But you can't hear them beating.
I promise you,
You just can't see that.
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Ethe emptiness echoesE5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with each escape
this eluding energy
almost enough to end it all
do we try to educate?
or enable ethics?
have we encountered evil?
the easy elegance
the epic eclipse evermore
I envy the equality
the endless enigma
longing to be enamored
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
Dear OCD.Dear OCD,Dear OCD.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I won't die if I stop counting my steps. Each step is unique, and therefore can't be counted. Each surface is not a planet, each room is not a galaxy and each house is not a universe.
Nobody will get killed if I don't keep count of how many times my fingers hit the Enter button, or how many times I tap my phone before I slide it open. I don't have to touch that headset eighteen times before I put it on, and there's no need to count the strokes of mascara I take on every morning.
I don't have to clean my hands the very second they feel dirty, or oily. My iPod is not something that has to be kept sterile at all times, and I won't be killed by the germs on it. My phone is just as dirty, as are my clothes.
The dining plates can be placed between each other, there's no real need to put the white ones together, and not let the blue ones touch the red ones. They are all made of the same material, and there's no need to create systems in everything. The world isn't like that, not eve
Procrastination (Eleventh Doctor X Reader)Procrastination (Eleventh Doctor X Reader)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Your Doctor was quite the procrastinator.
You think it’d be the opposite with the whole “protector of the universe” and “oncoming storm” and all those other big and impressive and awesome names, but no. The Time Lord had the worst tendency to leave things to the last minute—giving you a heart attack in the process—but always managed to clean up the mess before it became too big to handle and mucked everything else up. It was a good thing he pulled off saving the world so well, of course, but you couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed whenever you were in the Daleks’ little plunger-like clutches and had to wait many agonizing hours for your madman with a box to actually show up and whisk you back onto the TARDIS with him.
Saving the universe wasn’t the only thing he left up to the last minute, however.
Your Doctor also had a bad habit of waiting until your pent-up frustration had reached the breaking point before he made a
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Commonn Fanfiction Mistakes - FormattingCommonn Fanfiction Mistakes - Formatting11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before we can even begin to talk about other areas inside of writing, we need to talk formatting. I'm very nitpick-y on this, and I know for a fact that it's a huge turn off for other people as well. A story with odd formatting makes it hard to read, and the reader's experience with the story is already subconsciously turning negative. You could have a great story, but with too many "cutesy" things you throw in, it becomes distracting and results in your reader hitting the back button.
Examples of bad formatting:
"**~~Flash Back to the Day Before brought to you by Sawney and Bean~~**"
"I was wearing a Gothic dress to school to show up all the preps! (it looked like this: insert image link here )"
"She was so ready to drop out of middle school (A/N: UUUUUUUGHHHHHH ME TOO!!! I'm so done!)"
"Zomg! Don't even talk to me after you cheated on me Nile! > : ("
"And look here I'm j
AspirationsWe hang our aspirations among the hydrangeas;Aspirations11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we plant our longings with luminescent bulbs
of peacock blue and praying mantis green -
tinges of an environment, a planet flourishing.
And we urge our insights to prosper the same.
Swallow the soil and sip up the rain.
Our Beloved Alan RickmanOur Beloved Alan Rickman10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes us love such a man as he?
Why do our hearts flutter at his smile?
How our knees waver at his voice!
See what his hazel stare can do!
Maybe it is because there is none other like him
For he is the perfect man, a shining star
Such a jewel, rare treasure indeed
He can easily steal our hearts and mystify our minds
How we swoon at him in billowing capes
Deafening gasps at dramatic performances
So noble when clutching a sword
And heroic appearing through a storm
O, nothing can break our undying devotion!
Dedicating ourselves is our number one notion!
Anti-Suicide LetterI'm going to keep on living because despite the chaos in the world, there is love and hope in the world. There is love and hope in myself. I've discovered my gifts, my special talents and I will use them to change the world for the better. My family has instilled in me lessons that are highly valuable and should not be wasted in Death. I could be living in the very dark times of the past but I'm here. I could be homeless and robbed of my senses but I'm not. I could have a careless family but I don't. The Divine has given me the gift of life and choice and I will respect, honor, and cherish those gifts.Anti-Suicide Letter1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
:ocd:You're lucky it's not that bad yet.:ocd:6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, well you don't know what I do on my own time.
On my own I let it all go. Sit on the floor and claw at mind. Turn out the lights and stare.
Then it comes to me.
You tell me to think about something else.
But everyting else on my mind just swallows up the distractions.
Do something to get your mind off it.
But it's not that easy. Honestly, the things I think about
I'm afraid to write down.
I don't want people I know to know.
Hell, I don't even want people I don't know to know.
And it's past the point where I'm scared of it.
Past the point where I hide myself because I'm afraid I'll do it.
No, no, no.
I'm at the stage where the thought of doing something drastic just makes me smile like fuck. It makes me start to think about what I'm going to do to get away with it. Makes me sit there and think about it. Now I don't know if the thoughts are causing this, or if they're calming me down.
And now I love it. I feed off it. I don't want to get over it.
Nuit D'ennuisGiant feet fall all around me as I scramble for the orphanage's entrance, so far awayNuit D'ennuis4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain falls like pebbles, threatening to crush my bones
It was like racing an avalanche to safety before ice pierces your skin
In Paris, I, Elizabeth, play in the streets and sleep in a building of children with no homes
The blasts of horns, blaring like trumpets, warn me to move out of the way of traffic
Run Lizzie Run, the whistling taunts of the wind whisper to me.
They will catch you and take you into darkness
My green emerald, sitting on a golden chain around my neck
Flashes like a star in my eyes as it dances around me
Run Lizzie Run. They will catch you and take you into darkness
I try to dash as the deer that is gifted with agelessness
Only hours before the stars come out
The afternoon faces to the orange of evening
A green emerald, a blue guitar and a prisoner's chain reappear and dance around me
Whispering untold secrets
Lavender sweetens the air like a mother's aroma
Dragon AnatomyThis document will be discussing the physical features of the species dragon Eudraco magnificus occidentalis and their potential benefit to the earth empire.Dragon Anatomy6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A dragon is a quadrupedal reptile mammal cross, it has most of the physical characteristics of a reptile such as scales and they hatch from eggs, but has several features that could only classify it as a mammal, such as its warm blooded and the eggs are internally fertilised. These discrepancies are most likely going to reclassify the dragon into a class of its own, probably homoeothermic reptile. Dragons are carnivores, but they are not scavengers, preferring to eat fresh meat that they have killed themselves than carrion. The dragon is what you would call a super predator, similar to industrialized man, it is at the very top of the food chain and nothing is above it.
The dragons power lies in its size and strength, a fully grown dragon reaches about thirty feet in length and fifteen feet high.
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Primarily Obsessional OCD (Pure-O)I enjoy writing something personal and throwing it out into the world, knowing that what I write is nothing incriminating or something I'd regret, and that the only people who will be reading it will not be deterred by a memory of me, but rather will take my words at face value. With no image to solidify this event, this piece will blur and merge with the countless other texts people have read through the years and it'll be as though it never truly existed. Forgotten.Primarily Obsessional OCD (Pure-O)2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Take it from me, for someone who has difficulty forgetting, that is a very comforting thought.
Before I do this, for the love of Barry's Tea, don't take this so seriously. Nothing horrific has ever happened to me. I'm a healthy twenty-something year old with a loving family and the most amazing friends I could ask for!
So what's the big deal? Well, yesterday I spoke to my mother about something I probably should have told her about years ago. I told her I had OCD and it turns out she does too. It's funny how well you can
Ricepires: Special AbilitiesIn the Twilight series the so-called vampires *air-quotes* have special, additional abilities that are unique to themselves. Like, how at Coldstone you not only get ice cream (the vampirism) but you also get to choose your own mix-in. Except these mix-ins are powers and you cant choose them, they depend on your traits or skills pre-vampirizing (?). I just realized that that metaphor was pretty much useless. Anyways, *cough* I was thinking what if the vampires from Anne Rices Vampire Chronicles had unique special abilities, just cause Im crazy. But, because they already have REAL powers that do not include sparkling(are you reading this, Edward?), theirs would be more like heightened abilities. So here we go.Ricepires: Special Abilities6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lestat: Accessorizing/ lovability
Louis: emoness/ability to tolerate Lestat for long periods of time
Armand: seduction; man, woman, or vampire it doesnt matter
This is not a poem (the world is broken)This is not a poem because thisThis is not a poem (the world is broken)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is for the hollow-eyed teens
stubbed out and stamped on
by society like the cigarettes
they hold in pale fingers as they
try to laugh the pain away but
never entirely succeed.
This is not a poem because this
Is the silent cry of the rapist’s victim
As they look into the mirror and a
Thousand ugly words, screams
And pleadings echo back from the
Dark alleyway and all they think is
This is not a poem because this
Is for the boy told he cannot cry, because
It’s a weakness to ‘act like a girl’
And this is for the short-haired
Girl told it’s not her place
To ‘act like a boy,’ because
Even though it’s 2015 we
Haven’t moved past destructive
Gender roles yet.
And this is not a poem because
There isn’t a pretty way to talk
About children in abusive homes,
Partners attacked by their
Beloved other half and this is for
For the families going through divorce,
For the families missing a pare
Strong EnoughFrancis parked the car in the driveway of the house and nearly ripped the key out of the ignition. He grabbed his papers while unbuckling his seatbelt, and once he had opened the door, he slid out. With a huff, he slammed the door shut with his foot and stormed towards the house.Strong Enough4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt insulted, although he had no idea why. He could not believe that man, a co-worker, insulted life like it was nothing. Francis respected the fact that people were free to make their own choicethat's what free will was for, right? But when someone treats another life like it was nothing, like it was only another drawing on a blueprint that should be scrapped, for no particular reason, that's when Francis put his foot down.
He knew what it was like, first hand, to lose something. And it broke his heart when people treated gifts like rubbish.
He opened the front door to the house and closed it loudly behind him while wiping his feet on the carpet. He could hear his children laughing at the dining tab