Turret Opera in Klingon"Turret Opera," Portal 2Turret Opera in Klingon4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"qoqHIch chuS'IH," 'evnagh'och cha'DIch
translation by knightswhodontsayni
Cara bella, cara mia bella!
Dear beautiful, my beautiful darling!
puqwI', oH chel'!*
Mia bambina, o ciel!*
My child, oh Chell!*
Ché la stimo,
For I hold her in esteem,
Ché la stimo.
For I hold her in esteem.
oH bang'oywI', Qapla'!
O cara mia, addio!
Farewell to my dear!
La mia bambina cara,
My dear girl,
perché non passi lontana?
why do you not walk away?
Sì, lontana da Scïenza,
Yes, away from Science,
Cara, cara mia bambina?
My dear, my dear girl?
Ah, mia bella!
Ah, my beautiful!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, my dear!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, my dear!
Ah, mia bambina!
Ah, my child!
BrujasFor all the witches in Eve's form in the world unite.Brujas5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing as they shed tears, seared blood in the flames falls
Why death alone they think, cleanse us from their sins in which we'd die
The sin of being born a woman, which is never only the sum of our parts
For all the wives killed for delivering another feminine division
To a world so vivid, imperfectly shaped, going wild
The soft arms and broken fingers in vice
For the budding breasts ripped with fire tongs
For all those who are neither ugly nor splendor, but only a women
Those whose beauty & ugliness brought their torturers to furry
Who were pricked and broken on wheels for an inquiry transgression
And for all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddesses.
For all those which sang and drank in the law of Nature & LOVE
For theirs is the secret door which opens upon the land of youth
For all those who died, stripped naked as a
...old song...The sea in the throat of a shell...old song...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind blowing over the steeple
Faith in the voice of the evening's last bells
Life in the murmur of people
A song for the final embers of day
Made from colours plucked up by the wind
As it slipped through the grass, tangled in hair
Swept the blush from somebody's skin
Older than cities, though sung in their voice
In the late afternoon's lilac haze
Older than voices, than shells, bells or gods
A song for the last light of day
Becoming the TigerOctober 7thBecoming the Tiger6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bob Cartman kept a tiger in a cage behind his house. He also had a big Rottweiler that lived on a ten-foot chain in the front of his property, and slept with a loaded shotgun propped against his bed. No one knew if he lived under a constant paranoia of being robbed or if it was the result of an overdose of the natural desire to display his machismo. No one bothered to ask.
The tiger was a massive male of the Siberian variety. In his ever-abundant creativity, Bob had dubbed him Stripes. The dog didn't fare much better. His name was Killer.
Stripes was a friendly cat, when he was in the right mood. Bring him out a piece of chicken and he would come up to the bars, rubbing his face against the cold metal and moaning an enthusiastic greeting. Bob liked to complain that he wasn't vicious enough, that he lacked the killer instinct of a ferocious jungle beast. He found many faults with Stripes in fact, from the cost of feeding to the habit the creature had of keeping him up
in the end Конец истории.in the end2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
-Может быть не стоит? – Раффнек потоптался на месте. Ему было страшно. Хотелось куда-то бежать, спасаться от неведомо
The ForecasterMy brother's solemn predictions often landed him in trouble, even though he was frequently correct. One morning he placed his trembling hands on my shoulders. I was busy, fishing. But I knew at once from the pressure of his fingers, from the grave way he spoke my name that something was amiss. "Tae," he whispered, "Atlantis is sinking."The Forecaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my first reaction was to laugh. Shau shook me, frustrated. "I do not jest!" he hissed. "I am certain, Tae."
Brushing away his palms, I cast my gaze to the river. There had not been a single quirk of the line. I adored Shau, yet, I despised his antic, paranoid ways: he would never be a hunter. "You have frightened away our meal! Please attend your duties, Shau. Stop fretting. The continent is fine."
Shau did not relent; he twisted my wrist until I was forced to heed.
The Glass RoseThe Glass Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
"Huh!" waved the young man sitting at the table. "I guess not. I mean, I suppose you could sit here if you liked, but "
"Now now," started the newcomer. "I'm going to be here whether you need a drinking buddy or not." He took a causal swig from the younger man's glass, and smiled at him. "What do you want from me? It's mine anyway."
"Pssh! I could care less what you do. There are bigger things on my mind than some street bum."
The older man (who was not old, but rather young himself), smiled and hunched over in an attempt to look as dirty as possible. "If I was a true bum, like you say, I would have asked for your seat with this!" He took out a knife and waved it playfully at the young man, drawing looks from the nearby patrons. "Tell me though, what's got you so grouchy?"
HetaOni: The Story Continues 2Disclaimer: Not mine.HetaOni: The Story Continues 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This is it," China whispered.
He slowly pushed the door open. Beside him, Russia's face betrayed no sense of worry or fear, despite that there was a good chance the monster was inside this room somewhere.
"Lead the way," Russia said. "You're the one who wanted to come here."
China nodded and took the lead. It was slightly disconcerting, knowing that Russia was behind him, but he managed not to show any unease.
He stopped in front of the table and deposited the pile of papers Italy had grabbed as he was escaping among the many other papers covering the surface.
"Explain," he demanded, turning to face Russia.
"So that's what you meant by solving a riddle," he remarked.
"That's right," China confirmed. "These papers are all written in Russian. The others didn't notice, but I recognized your handwriting immediately. So tell me. What are they?"
"Why should I tell you?" Russia wondered.
"Because I asked,
So Long, I Must Be GoingWashington - The American space agency Nasa has lost contact with the 9-year-old Prometheus I space probe to Alpha Centauri, officials have announced. Prometheus was the first to pass through the Oort cloud and send to Earth close-up images of comets and proto-comets found there, on its way to our nearest neighboring star system. Catastrophic hardware failure is suspected, perhaps as the result of collision with space debris.So Long, I Must Be Going4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As it turns out, the galaxy is teeming with intelligence, and I found it. Or it found me. Wait, let me back up and start over. I'm new at all this story telling stuff. Never had to do it before.
I'm a deep-space probe from Earth. I'm not going to bother explaining where that is, because if you're from there you already know and if you're not, you probably don't care. It's tiny, an insignificant spark orbiting a medium-sized yellow star that's all you need to kn
AffectionIf I could spreadAffection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the world
with the blow of
I would so love
to watch the white
puffs float to meet
I want to see more eyes,
lighting up like fireflies;
finding their way home.
Redglare and The SuffererYOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!Redglare and The Sufferer4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
▼: N9W, WH9 HAVE WE HERE? S9ME9NE W9RTH MY WHILE, I H9PE. IT'S A TRUE DISAPP9INTMENT T9 SPEND MY LAST SUFFERING M9MENTS WITH LACKING C9MPANY
▼: REDGLARE? D9ESN'T SEEM LIKELY THAT Y9U'D 6E HERE.
▲: 1 TH1NK 3V3N 4 L3G1SL4TOR SUCH 4S MYS3LF 1S 4LLOW3D TO H4V3 1 B1T OR FUN 3V3RY ONC3 1N 4 WH1L3
▼: UNDERSTANDA6LE, ALTH9UGH I'M ALM9ST 96LIGED T9 REMIND Y9U THAT Y9U'RE SCHEDULED T9 HANG ME IN N9T 6UT AN H9UR.
▲: 1T H4S NOT SL1PP3D MY M1ND >:]
▼: H9W PLEASANT T9 KN9W. FATE TRULY PLAYS IR9NY 9N ME; I AM GIVEN 9NE LAST C9NVERSATI9N 6EF9RE MY DEATH, AND IT IS T9 N9NE 9THER THAN THE EXECUTI9NER
▲: F4T3 1S CRU3L 1S 1T NOT L1F3 1N G3N3R4L S33MS TO B3 NO F4N OF YOU SUFF3R3R
▼: IT PRECEEDS MY NAME, I'M TIRED 9F 6EING HAUNTED 6Y IT. THANKFULLY, I'LL ENDURE IT 9NLY A WHILE L9NGER.
▼: H9W FAIRS THE HUNT F9R MINDFANG?
▲: 1 F33L C3RT41N TH4T SH3 W1LL B3 4PPR3H3ND3D V3RY
Divided We StandBrother, little brother, why did you let me go?Divided We Stand5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You let that Slavic giant steal me from my home
He dragged me from you through the cold, cold snow
Believe me, brother, I put up a fight
But I was no match for my wintery foe.
Brother, he made me build a wall through Berlin
I know it's separating our people from their kin
It's a dividing line stopping me from seeing you
So tell me, brother, do you miss me too?
Brother, it's been a while, and my people have changed
No longer do they speak the language called after your name
Even I learned his strange alphabet, but I'm growing weak
Communism isn't all it's cracked up to be;
Brother, you're lucky to have a democracy.
Brother, it's been longer still
And as the years go by, I'm growing ill
For these people will forget about their once-proud nation
And they must welcome these changes with forced elation
Brother, I tried to cross the wall
But the guards shot me, and down I fell
So I had to settle for va
The World Is FearlessThe World Is Fearless.The World Is Fearless5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
And we should mould around that fact,
We must live as though no fear dwells in your heart.
We must escape the confines of terror and live beyound the comfort of home.
To be truly fearless is a gift we take for granted,
and when that virture has gone do we truly realise that.
To be free to hug, to love openly
is a passion some may not have.
To be able to leave the confines of safety
and be in a crowd of meaningless faces.
The World May Be Fearless, But Those Who Dwell In Her Embrace Are Not.
A Letter of ReasoningA Letter of ReasoningA Letter of Reasoning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello Mother, Hello Father
This is me your son or daughter
I can't stay long, so I'll say it fast;
I need to go over things of the past
Listen closely, now don't you fret
This letter is to you so you won't forget;
It happened quickly, I understand,
Just listen to my reprimand:
This first part is to you, my mother
The one who didn't even bother:
You brought me into this dead world,
Then you left me to die
You never said one word to me
You never said goodbye
An infant child no more than one
Cries long into the night
The yearning for its mother's tone
To play in its ears has died
As it grew it never knew
Of what a mother would be like
You left me alone in this world
And I cried every single night
The next is to my father so,
You held on tight and never let go:
I love you much
You know it's true
It's not all your fault
So don't blame you
You were young and stupid
In this world
Every night it changed
It was always a different girl
You weren't there
For most my l
I BelieveAnd I still believe that there is more love than hate, there's more heart than ache~ Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- BelieveI Believe5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I believe that while there are still people on this planet that mean another person harm, there is no way that we can live in peace. I am not suggesting that we eradicate those people, just their ill intent. We should just accept other people for their differences.
I believe that there is a purpose to us being here, though we are never to find out what it is. I am not suggesting that we give up on searching, just stop being so targeted upon the results of the search. We should just do what we want to do in life.
I believe that life is easier than we make it out to be, although we secretly enjoy making it more complicated. I am not suggesting we ease up on the difficulties we create for ourselves, just that we should not whine about them. We should just match our capabilities.
I believe that the word 'love' is thrown around too much, which makes the real thing
easteri'm in the back of the car, sucking my chlorine hair and watching with sleepy eyes out the window. brown dirt is soon ochre and we are nowhere in particular yet. we are going to the atheton tablelands for easter. i fall into a broken sleep on my sister's warm shoulder and when i wake up we are there.easter5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
it is nighttime and my cousin is only still a baby and she cries from inside the house (which is really only a very large shed). out of the car the air is like freezer air but fresh and crisp like cold water. my eyes become wide at the rolling of the hills around us, the living green they are, the horse paddocks, the shapely trees. there is a loud, insistent buzzing of myriad thumbnail sized insects slamming themselves against us, and walls, towards the light. they scare me and i go inside, under blankets. i am still tired and softly i ease back into sleep on a mattress on the floor.
when i wake up i am the only one awake, even the sun is still sleeping. when i'm the only one awake i like
Stories From the Psych Ward (1 of 3)It's 2a.m. and I can hear the nurses' footsteps down the corridors,Stories From the Psych Ward (1 of 3)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pools of light streaming out of their torches like car headlights in the rain.
Tonight is long and lonely, and voices wash over me in the dark.
Night checks, and rays of light pour over the sleepy shadowed forms of us,
into our eyes. Each black silhouette,
the shape of a patient in the middle of a dream.
I can feel insects crawling under my hands
but I can never dig them out.
Early morning cups of sweet black tea bring
a sense of comfort and normality to being an
involuntary psychiatric patient locked up in solitary.
Sleepless nights lying with outward eyes
at the disembodied hands pushing through the ceiling.
I curl around myself and wish I could disappear.
My hands are red and raw from trying to scratch
out the bugs that crawl underneath. I try to show
the insects to the staff, but none of the nurses believe.
One of the humanless spirits holds my spine
while the disembodied voices whisper "stay as low as you can
Not sureNot sure3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not sure what I feel
But I'm positive it's a big deal
Sometimes it's sad, sometimes lonely
Sometimes mad, but that's not the only
I know I am not alone
And I know you'll always be there
But my heart isn't made of stone
It's not like I don't care
Because I don't know what's happening
Can this ever be repaired?
The slightest relief could mean anything
I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through
But please don't come for my rescue
I believe I need to be on my own for this
Whatever situation this is.
I will be okay
In the future someday
Meanwhile, try to stay strong
Because I'm sure it won't take that long
I BelieveBelieveI Believe5 years ago in Open More Like This
In a place where fear is not in charge
In a place where children are honored
In a place where respect is key
In a place that love built.
I believe .
That we all deserve the truth
That we all deserve to have faith
That we all deserve to have trust
That we all deserve to be loved.
That we are what we choose
That we are who we wish
That we are what we think
That we are who we love.
That it is easier to look away than to let someone in
That it is easier to walk away than stand your ground
That it is easier to follow than to leave
That it is easier, but it is not right.
That you can't help who your parents are
That you can't help what your name is
That you can't help who you love,
That you can't ignore who you are.
That you can do anything
That you can try it all
That you can believe in miracles
That you can always open your heart.
No matter where you are, home is with you