Sky-EyesEverything is fine.Sky-Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young as a weed, I am.
Quick as a wink.
Hot as sunrays
Burning through morning haze.
Everything is fine.
Eyes made of sky, I have.
Blue, orange, and pink.
Irises of sunset,
Except the sky has no regret.
Everything is fine.
Soul cold as iron, I have.
Brittle as old snow.
Tired as a wide highway,
Stretched straight for states.
But everything is fine.
Time rushes on, I know.
Dark, deep, and slow.
Moving only forward,
Ignorant of sinking stones.
Everything is fine.
Hard to move on, I think,
When sky-eyes look backward,
Leaving my ass
To find its own way.
Everything is fine.
Up is still the clouds, it seems.
Down is still the ground.
Just need to clear my sky-eyes,
And turn my ass around.
Yep. Everything is fine.
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.Such Bitter Hatred...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
Morning - for Carl SandburgThe morning eruptsMorning - for Carl Sandburg4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on little cat feet
A flick of the tail
a breath exhaled
too fast at the end of a leap
placed on lid's soft fan of lash
breath whirring, throaty, warm
eyes still closed
A stunning velvet attack
innocent lids unwarned
warm sheets no safe haven
The morning erupts
Sweet Little GirlSweet Little Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My appearence may be sweet
As an innocent little girl
But the tiny twitch in my eye
Clues to a very dark secret
They always say they love me
But I can tell that it's a lie
When they're all wound up in judging me
I can't even believe they try
At first, I blamed you
But now I know better
I've finally noticed the truth
And now punishment will never end
As I sit here alone
Metal piercing my skin
I will not cry
Or shed a tear
Being everyone's fright
I'm here all alone
And I may just stay
My skin crawls
But I miss the feeling
unworthy.You: A vast oceanunworthy.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
slipping between my fingers.
I: A tap, leaking.
5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 9 “The Stand Up”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Within the past few plot-points of Act II, and ever since the Disaster, the mood of your story should have been a constant downhill spiral that finally slowed to a stop in the Second Turning Point, as your protagonist finally determined how to resolve their problem. Now, we finally get to the point where it is time for your hero to stand back up, and for the light of hope to begin t
FearFear4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
I owe you all an explanationI owe you all an explanation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you all know, Lissachoa is Subject 222.
But what are these subjects about?
What kind of experiments did she go through?
What is the purpose of it all?
Well, sit back and I'll tell you everything.
It starts with the beginning.
Our world is full of myths, stories and folk lore.
The macabre, occult, and horror of monsters and the damned
that lurk in the darkness and dwells in the night
but what if these tales were not of
What if they were warnings of things to come?
Indeed we were caught off guard.
Some thought it was the Apocalypse, the Final Judgment, the end of the world
But heavens gates kept closed and earth remained.
On their own, mankind was trapped within the
Eternal cesspool of the damned.
Mankind soon was on the edge of extinction.
If Man were able to survive then we have to enhance ourselves and quickly,
At first live test subjects were used, but the body was unable to handle the sudden
Enhancements, resulting in a fatal outcome.
ten things i want to do10.ten things i want to do6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to hold you and i want you to hold me.
i want to touch your cheek, read your mind, and tell you how many times i wondered what it would be like to kiss you.
i want to sit down and watch that fucking movie with you, because you never showed up that saturday to watch it with me.
i want to tell you that it hurts when you don't talk to me.
before i die, i want to know what goes on in your head everytime i look into your eyes or lean over your shoulder.
before i die, i want you to say outloud that you love me, even if its not true.
i want to see the seven wonders of the world.
i want to learn to fix cars, because it seems that every boy i lay my heart on wants me to. and this time i will, because if i'm going to die i need to die knowing how to do something you always wanted me to.
i want to stand out in the pouring rain - y'know the kind of rain that gets you completely soaked and your shirt clinging to your every curve within three and a half sec
To SOPATo SOPA4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that with your tattered words that you shall protect me. In this land of freedom shouldn't I be able to speak for myself? I sit here in silent prayer a hope for this lost nation that in the final hour the people shall have their say. I need not quote the constitution for the cursed pen that was driven by that accursed hand that wrote you knew of it already. Since when does freedom mean our every move is controled and every thought silenced. To arms my brothers to arms my sisters and fight against this injustice. For when the founding fathers spoke of free speech they meant it not for the privilaged few. They meant it for all who come into our borders and call this nation home. Not just men or women or any race on earth but freedom for all who ask for precious liberty. Let us not waste our words on silly squabbles or hatred but rather fighting what our government's become that blasted tyrrany let all proclaim their unjust ways and put an end to this circus. "that whe
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
LuxembourgLuxembourg4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Representing Country: Luxembourg
Capital City: Luxembourg
Human Name: Lydia-Rose Bonnefoi
Origin of Name: German and French
Nicknames: Lux and Lyd
Physical Age: 18
Actual Age: Unkown
Birthday: June 9th
Languages: French, German, Luxembourgish
Population: 503, 302
Area: 2,586 sq km
Floral Emblem: Rose
National Animal: Red Lion
National Holiday: June 28th
National Dish: Judd Mat Gaardebou'nen
Religion: Roman Catholic
Type of Government: Constitutional Monarchy
Flag: Three simple lines. It starts with red, white, then blue.
Hair Colour & Style: long wavy Auburn hair usually down with bangs that cut across her forehead to the right
Eye Colour: Deep blue with hints of light green, gold, and silver
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Hour Glass
Outfit: Usually always a classical Lolita dress
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings: Although it remains unseen, she has many scars covering her
Personality & Interests
Overall First Appearance:
Her Tainted Lips...Her Tainted Lips...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beware the darksome maid, Shavaughn,
Who stalks barefoot across the lawn
From her cold dark-veinéd marble tomb
To gnaw your soul and seal your doom...
She casts her spells of madness wild,
This strange and lovely woman-child
Whose long dark tresses and pale skin
Conceal the horrors that lurk within...
Her tainted lips part in such a smile
That would make Van Helsing run a mile--
O, linger not! Beware her eyes!
In love and dread her victim dies
As her impish laugh rings through the night
In macabre, wicked, pure delight...
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Suicidal TendenciesIt whispers to me in my sleep,Suicidal Tendencies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's everywhere I turn.
It really makes me want to weep,
it makes me want to burn.
In family and in my friends
I see it oh so clear,
but when I look for help from them
they turn away in fear.
Who will care if I am gone,
who will care at all?
Who will notice I've withdrawn?
Who will break my fall?
You won't care if I don't come back,
you're the one who caused this.
You kicked me when I needed slack,
it makes me really nauseous.
When I go to sleep at night,
I think of how you're missing
and how you used to be my light,
how great I felt while kissing.
I wake up from my nightmares then
because my heart is broken.
Next I fall asleep again,
never to be woken.