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note to selfnote to self6 years ago in Open More Like This
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
flux a cycle
in the spiral
outward inwardly
projecting internally,
the meta-ternal datastream
of vicariously obtained wisdom
breaching the walls of delusion
lifting the veils of illusion
liberating the amusing
corporeal fabricata
from the 'truth'
"objectivity"
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
L'aventurier3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
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Le chant du champ8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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Enora1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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N'eteins pasVoici une nouvelle dont le principe était d'écrire sur un vampire pas comme les autres (donc non amateur de vampire, ne jetez pas ce texte trop vite à la poubelle, et amateur tentez le coup ^^)N'eteins pas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bonne lecture en espérant qu'elle sera agréable!
Edit: Un des textes gagnants au concours du site Bite me if you can (http://underworld1974.vampire-legend.net/).
N'éteins pas
Il avait toujours été un homme pragmatique et terre à terre. Un scientifique pur et dur qui appliquait l'adage de Saint Thomas: je ne crois que ce que je vois. Tout ce qui n'était pas prouvé par A plus B n'était que s
PlaceboIl arrive toujours un moment dans la vie où le sablier du temps semble vous jouer des tours… où il semble figé, comme si votre grain de sable était collé au verre et regardait les autres se presser, se bousculer…Placebo2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ningyô, recueillie mourante par Alexandre, est persuadée que son temps s'est arrêté, qu'elle n'est rien d'autre qu'une poupée. Laure voit en Alban plus qu'un fou et se bat pour lui octroyer un semblant de liberté. Maël est fasciné par sa voisine qui l'aide à gérer sa transformation en vampire. Antoine, touché par Aurianne, prisonnière de s
I Wish You KnewThere are so many things I wish you knew about me; so many things I wish I could tell you. I wanna tell you that I have nightmares every night unless I talk to you. I wanna tell you that you make me feel safe and happy and loved. I want to tell you that I still think about hurting myself even though I told you I don't; even though I tell you not to think like that. I wish I could tell you that it kills me to think that you might be cheating, or that you have in the past. I wish I could tell you that I'd feel better if you were here to hug me, kiss me, hold me. I want so badly to tell you that at times I feel so bad about myself and I questionI Wish You Knew3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Paper CranesWe made a 1000 cranesPaper Cranes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hundreds of colors hanged from the roof tops
Yet those cranes could not cure the people
Cure them a Sicken
Cure the blood red cold
That spread to all
The blood red coaf
Young Old
All dying
Of the same illness
None we could save
The bodies pilled one on top of another
Doctors run to and forth
Doing what they could to save the mass
By it could just not be done
The mass could just not be save
The cemerties were runnig out of graves
People were dying fast than one could make one single crane
To sky there soul in to the sky
We have poision there peopl
Drooped bombs from the sky
Droop poision that could n
Equal RightsIf man and woman are created equal,Equal Rights1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
then why are two men or two women
considered different from a man and a woman?
They shouldn't be.
They are as human as everyone else.
RvB - Freelancer FormNameRvB - Freelancer Form2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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WoW: Mother Knows Best"It has been too long, child. My eyes see with joy."WoW: Mother Knows Best2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lakeisha smiles and inclines her head a little in a humble greeting before stepping forth to accept the gesture of spread arms, pressing herself lightly against the chest of the one which holds most of her respect; her mother.
It was a few days travel to Shattrath, leaving from Stormwind City after a difficult good bye to then venture through the Dark Portal, a journey she had done several times before, always for different reasons. She then made her way to the ruins of the large temple within Terokkar forest, there where she was born and raised and had lived for so many years until the B
A SnackLife on the coast had a long, long list of advantages, Emi had discovered.A Snack2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
True, sometimes when the storms came in she'd curl up into a little ball and shiver until the thunder stopped. Other times she'd get so hot that it was hard enough just to stay conscious. Still, nothing was quite as satisfying and relaxing as snuggling up in bed on a hot summer's day and taking a quick nap. It was the sort of weather that had her running around the house wearing nothing at all, and no-one so much as raised an eyebrow at it.
Of course, this was mainly thanks to Emi being a cat. A human doing something like that would probably get arrested for indecenc
The Dreggon AmbushA blotch of elastic green liquid splattered across Iku's flabbergasted face. "Ew, I got scaraleaf intestines all up my nose!" she sneered, wiping it with difficulty off her pale face. "I never should have removed my mask." When she had cleared her face of goo, she pulled up her black mask over her nose. It was unusual to see a sram without one on, after all. "Thanks anyway, Aki."The Dreggon Ambush4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
From behind the mass of broken green shell that oozed with innards, a grinning girl with sky blue hair rose to her feet. All up her arms, there was blood smeared as if she'd thrust them into a kaniger's fresh corpse to see if she could make a hole on its opposite si
hate you mother1 year ago in Concrete Poetry
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Nero's TormentThe madness of man,Nero's Torment1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It consumes another in a dark shroud,
We see and turn in fear full of hate to anything different,
We judge blindly not seeing who they really are,
Unaware of what pain they struggle with inside,
Nero's torment begins,
Just another man,
No,
We see a insane man,
We're blind to who they really are,
The inner torment has started,
This man suffers because of us,
We only add to his pain,
Because of us he is who he is,
He knows only isolation and suffering,
We could help,
Instead we laugh and turn our backs on him,
Seeing this man,
He shakes, twitches, and flails around,
We only point and laugh at his pain,
Ne
Hand Full of RegretsI have a hand full of regrets,Hand Full of Regrets2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And a heart full of pain.
The boy that I loved,
Now drives me insane.
A hand full of regrets
And a heart full of pain.
Don't know where I am now,
Of where I came from.
Don't know what to do,
To find me some love.
The sun never shines,
The sky will forever rain.
I have a hand full of regrets,
And a heart full of pain.
Don't know who to trust,
Don't know where to go.
Don't know who you are,
Don't know why I said no.
I love you, I hate you,
I don't know what to do.
I love you, I hate you,
Did you love me too?
Now I am driven insane,
I have a hand full of regrets,
And a heart full of pain.
Dark TemptationRuns trough my veins the foreign destinyDark Temptation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one that I've never should taken
the one that will destroy me forever.
He taught me how to love
with wounds
He told me so many things
so dirty, so hurting, so wrong
He made me feel good
in a hurting way
Thanks to him I am what I am now
I can't disobey an order
I can't stop my urges
I need someone to take control of me
I...feel so ashamed...
and so good.
Thanks to you, Master...
I now depend on you.
To love me
Forever...
...
At your way
Real.Most people write to escape realityReal.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To leave behind their earthly troubles
And float in fictitious flights of fancy
I write to keep myself grounded
To remind myself of my earthly possessions
And stay in certain sacred stability
No OneNo one listens to meNo One3 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
No one understands me
No one believes me
No one trusts me
I’m all alone in this world
Why can’t they see what I see?
Why can’t they feel what I feel?
Why can’t they hear what I hear?
Am I a writer?Am I a writer?Am I a writer?4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I possess the ability?
If so, why would I write?
To express happiness?
Sadness?
Depression?
Rage?
Emotion?
Seems like something
I'd like to do
But can I get my thoughts on paper
before they escape my mind?
Can I overpower
this demon called writer's block
Will I be able to put into description
my sophisticated thoughts?
Perhaps's it's not difficult
After all, it's only speaking with your hands
an expelling of feeling and emotion without speaking
these are words without a voice
I have the ability
I am a writer
Painful WordsPainful Words4 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Are it your words or just the knife
that's slowly cutting through my heart
you throw another blast,I just take it all in
empty words,I don't want to write
lonely little life
A slender experiance A slender experienceA slender experiance6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
by: Abigail G.
Very tall and very pale
Dressed in a suit as black as night,
One look and your sight will fail
He has no face but looks oh so white
You try to run, you try to hide
For you think he wants to kill,
You look for a place your time to bide
But there isn't even a hill
Stiff with fear and with cold
Your back up against a tree
The mist surrounds you smelling of mold
There he is, you cannot flee
He approaches you as silent as ever
As through the mist his way he wends,
You look at each other for what seems as forever...
.....
Then he asks if you want to be fri
The Very BestThe Very Best4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is someone on dA,
Who knows my very well.
He always makes me happy,
when my whole day has been hell.
He helps me through my problems,
and makes sure I'm okay.
He never thinks only of himself,
and always knows just what to say.
He makes me smile continuously,
and I wouldn't ask for more.
He's the greatest friend I've ever had,
one I'm very grateful for.
JinglesJingles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jingles.
I wish I had known you
when you still danced.
I wish I knew you before
my brother did, and
was forced into playing the role of
dream man,
tough daddy,
awkward giant stuffed into a rented tuxedo
shuffling at the altar,
big hands washed free of oil, engine grime –
only on that day to
take your hands,
radiant and a native contrast against the
stark white of your wedding
when he said,
I do.
I wish I had know you
before you were
bloated with an accident that
forced you to be Mrs. Piekkola.
Before you were sobbing over porcelain,
wretching up the cruel fate
you weren't ready for.
Your sons may not have said,
I
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