EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
Thinking about you.As I sit here and ponderThinking about you.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I just can't help but wonder
if you still feel the same about me
Do you still love me, I wonder
Doth your love for me grow fonder?
I really don't believe it, honestly
I hope that you remember
you're the fire to my ember
you're all I think about all night and day
I'm in love with your blue eyes
and your smile that lights the skies
but do you still feel the same about me?
I recall one icy winter
the sharp air like a splinter
where you said you would hold me through the night
I thought "I must be crazy"
to think you're so amazing
because something about you just feels so right
I want you as my first kiss
Don't worry, I'm sure you won't miss
I'd be absolutely pleased to be your bride
I'd walk with you 'til sunset
best we not get our feet wet
in the to and fro reclining of the tide
And as I sit and ponder
I just can't help but wonder
What will it take to make you always mine?
Just a PoemJust a Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every night i think about you
Every night i want to be with you
Every night i want to dream about you
Every night i wish i could leave earth...
And wake up on Pandora...
Next to you...
Every night i will keep trying...
Because its the only thing...
That keeps me going...
I could never hurt you...
I could never lie to you...
I just wish i could be with you...
Kili and Tauriel - Could you love me? A fanfictionKíli wasn't sure what to do or say when he looked upon the beautiful, tall elf maiden. As a dwarf he was neither tall nor beautiful, unlike the elven men this maiden must normally be courted by. He was therefore unsure if her feelings were like his, or of another nature.Kili and Tauriel - Could you love me? A fanfiction1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He was shorter than her by a head, and far less beautiful. Kíli wasn't even a mature dwarf by the standard of his own kin. He was still young at 77 years of age, and his beard wouldn't grow in full yet. Tauriel was as complete as any mature woman could be, or so he believed.
When he laid his eyes upon her he felt as though his insides were melting gold, and he felt his mouth dry, as no words could escape him. She was fairer than any gem or stone he had ever seen. She was shining brighter than Mithril, and her skin was clearer than any diamond. It looked as smooth as well, and he yearned to touch it.
When Tauriel then took his hand he was even more dumbstruck, and he had to lick his lips before being able to u
Autumn KissIs it wrong to crave an Autumn kiss?Autumn Kiss10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A kiss in the crisp wind of Fall,
With the scattered leaves whispering their approval?
Is it wrong to crave an Autumn kiss?
Your hands on my hips,
My arms around your neck -
We're caught up in the moment.
Drowning in the atmosphere,
So focused on each other.
Is it wrong to crave an Autumn kiss?
You smile and press your lips to mine.
The whole world fades away,
And it's only you and I -
And only now, this very moment, matters.
Our lips touch, magical.
Our souls connect, indescribable.
Our love grows stronger,
And it's simply unbelievable.
Is it wrong to crave an Autumn kiss?
Don't wanna pull away,
Don't want this moment to end.
Breathing feels unnecessary.
Tragic, this need for oxygen.
Is it wrong to crave an Autumn kiss?
You pull away,
Your arms still around me,
Our bodies close together,
Feeling your heartbeat,
Your chest rising and falling,
As you catch your breath,
In the cool breeze.
Connect, merge, unify, be my only one,
Is it wrong to crave an
AC-Prototype: RooftopAC-Prototype: Rooftop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette.
He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above.
Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought.
The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since...
He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain.
He could still see her face, see the shock and pain in her eyes. He was frozen, feeling the body-heat of her midsection as his blade had run her through, feeling the cold pulse of the golden artifact in his palm. They had both collapsed to the cold floor, him still staring in her eyes. He crawled toward her desperately, holding her face in his hands, ignorin
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who are you?
We look the same.
Are we one but two?
What am I?
What are you?
You seem so confident.
I seem so blue.
Where am I?
Where are you?
You are flat.
I'm touchable, its true.
I am real.
You're a reflection.
People think I'm you,
but it's a misperception.
Connections Ch 1 AlexDesmondThis had to be the worst day of his life.Connections Ch 1 AlexDesmond5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Desmond Miles, 25, had finally escaped his captors at Abstergo. It was only possible thanks to Lucy, whom he was currently following as they ran through the sterile hallways. The escape seemed to be going smoothly. Nothing happened; no one caught sight of them as Lucy and Desmond raced to the nearest, unguarded exit. It was almost too effortless, too perfect. Almost.
Warren Vidic had somehow known the Assassin and the would-be-Assassin would be exiting through the parking lot. Dear Dr. Vidic had ordered many of his guards to swarm the parking lot at the first sight of anyone trying to escape. A matter of seconds after Lucy and Desmond stepped into the parking lot, it was teeming with Templars. At some point during the confusion and mayhem of the fight, Desmond was separated from Lucy. He figured that if he was able to get away, Lucy should have too. Only problem was, Desmond had no idea where she would have gone.
Now, Desmond was wal
Red WorldRed World:Red World3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The red water runs,
Turning into an ocean,
A world shall soon scream...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd February 2012
Rise of the Guardians : Jack FrostThey suddenly noticed one of them was missing although they were all immortal he was the youngest by far, where was he? They looked around the white land; the snow still fell slowly, solemnly, as if it was melancholy itself. This brought questions into all their minds, he, the commander of ice and snow was the one who was missing and they knew not where he was, or if he was alright. They began walking, looking frantically through the gentle snow that fell to find him. The sky was a light grey and heaving with the amounts of snow filled clouds, there was not even a small breeze so the snow fell straight down to rest lightly onto the already fallen. Suddenly, one of them stopped. They all noted this meant they had found him; they turned to glance in the direction of who had spotted him. There he was, lying with his back turned towards them; his arms limp in front of him. One of the group started towards him, and on reaching his tired body fell to his knees and consciously, slowly liftedRise of the Guardians : Jack Frost3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily and James Fanfc Chapter 1Lily Evans was ecstatic. She was fifteen this summer and had gotten her letter from Hogwarts, listing all the things she would need for the coming school year, earlier that month. Much to her surprise, in closed in the envelope was a shiny new Prefect's badge. She had been chosen as prefect! Her parents had been so proud of her when she told them at the breakfast table, but her sister, Petunia, had been less than thrilled about the news. She had just snarled a nasty comment and barged out of the room. But Lily didn't mind, her sister had always resented her ever since Lily received a letter when she was eleven, from Hogwarts, explaining that she had place in their school of witchcraft and wizardry.Lily and James Fanfc Chapter 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yes. Lily Evans was a witch, and a very good one at that. She had the best grades in her whole year.
Now the day before she would have to leave for school, her father came home with more good news. He had been promoted to chief editor at the newspaper he worked at. That night the Evans house
AtlanticWater,Atlantic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark and murky
Presses itself against the glass,
thick and stained.
Begging for entrance.
The Atlantic is slowly,
but surely creeping its way in.
The cold, damp halls,
the pride and joy of Rapture,
growing dark and moldy.
The pipes are broken,
the spirit of the proud city,
Neon lights, flicker on and off,
a symbol for the last hope.
I cannot say as I write,
that I have long to live.
The people, once happy, once loving,
now stumble about.
They seek currency,
as their greedy minds always did.
Their faces are masked,
minds sick with insanity.
I have no doubt,
that with time, I will join their ranks.
Fire Lady O-RenMy name is O-Ren, Daughter of Fire Lord Zuko, and Fire Lady Mai,Fire Lady O-Ren3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have my Mother's pale skin, and my Father's Amber eyes, My hair is black, as would be expected of someone of Fire Nation decent.
And very long, but since I usually keep it in a tightly tied upward bun, with a thin line
of Ebony flowing behind me.
I have much of my Mother's indifference, but only within the limits of what was hereditary, as Mother did not forced me to live in such restricted conditions as her Mother had
And I have also inherited my Father's brashness and temper.
But on a more positive note, I'm also a firm believer in his ideals.
The youngest of Seven Children, I have three Brothers,and Three Sisters.
Due to various circumstances, I, inspite being the youngest, am the first Female Fire Lord at the young age of 19.
Needless to say, Father's dicicion to give me the crown did not rest well with my Siblings,
And to be honest, not even I know why Father chose me.
But in a Family like mine, one ans
A Pandora Journey-Chapter 1Chapter 1- A View of PandoraA Pandora Journey-Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dad! Dad, quick! I can see it! The seventeen-year old girl ran excitedly towards the male figure hovering over the desk, gazing intensely at the blue-silver screen in front of him with bright symbols appearing all over the screen. Roughly in his mid-fifties, his once dark-brown hair was turning grey and his eyes were a dark bottle-green shade with flecks of brown around the iris. The lab coat he was wearing almost disguised his heavily-built body and his thick, scarred fingers tapped the screen lightly several times, he frowned over the continuous stream of symbols appearing on the screen.
He turned round when he heard his daughter calling and smiled affectionately at her. His daughter grinned at him with bright chocolate-brown eyes, which stood out against her pale skin and her layered, golden blond hair, and she tugged his coat eagerly. He ruffled her hair playfully and curved his arm around her shoulder, her height just about to reach his own shoulders,
JongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These FeelingsJongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These Feelings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minho liked sitting right next to Jinki because he wasn't like the others. Jinki doesn't try to start a conversation unless it's necessary. He doesn't try to touch Minho. He doesn't try to sit very closely so that their bodies would touch. He doesn't stare at Minho's face. He doesn't blush or giggle simply by the fact that they're sitting right next to each other. He doesn't pull out his cellphone or camera to try to take pictures at Minho.
"People are beginning to think that you like Jinki because you're always sitting right next to him in every class you have with him, in every bus ride or just simply every chance you get to have to be able to sit right beside him." Key told Minho. "Do you?"
"He's comfortable. He doesn't try hard to get my attention. He's isn't annoying and isn't trying to rape me unlike some. I like sitting right next to you too." Minho
Beautiful EndingBig Macintosh was known around Ponyville as one tough pony. He didn't say much, didn't participate in many town-wide events, but he was the strongest stallion this side of Canterlot and there were few that would dispute that. Working hard in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres all day gave the red pony a muscular build that stood out among the ponies who led a more sedentary life. Because of this, and through no fault of his own, he was intimidating to almost anypony who wasn't familiar with him. For some, it would have been unthinkable that he had a soft spot. To know it was for little helpless creatures would have been laughable.Beautiful Ending4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was one day several weeks ago that Big Macintosh came across such a thing. He and his sister Applejack were taking a slow tour of their farmland and coming up for a plan of attack for Winter Wrap Up day. This year they were short on help with Blues in Fillydelphia visiting family and Broken Iris with a broken leg. That meant their usual carefully choreographe
Delirium TremensMam 25 lat i życie połamane jak patykDelirium Tremens9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Co spojrzę wstecz - okropna czarna plama...
Co spojrzę przed się - twardy, zimny głaz...
Czułem powołanie w życiu swoim na księdza, albo na żołnierza
Lecz poznałem, że ni ten ani tamten nie mają już czego bronić...
Byłem Faustem i byłem Prometeuszem
Porównywałem pyłek wiedzy z wszechświatową urodą Tajemnicy
I wydzierałem ogień Niebu, aby go nieść swoim braciom
I ten ogień okazał się robaczkiem świętojańskim, który świeci, nie oświecając i pali się, nie rozpalając...
A serce moje, które opukiwało całą Ziemię, szukając nieznajomej - nie znalazło jej...
Porwawszy Gołębicę, wylało świętą, niewinną krew narzędziem niemym, które nawet o pomstę wołać nie może...
The SoldierThe Soldier takes his final standThe Soldier5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With the grim reaper floating close at hand
The enemy charges head on
a brutal force of muscle and brawn
But the Soldier does not run
As he quickly fires his gun
The enemy doesn't quit
So the Soldier is struck down with a brutal hit
The Soldier drags himself to a generator room
Keeping watch despite his dawning doom
He holds his rifle tightly as he closes his eyes
The Soldier's stays strong, despite his demise.
Frostbitten (Jack/Pitch)Chapter 5: PhantasmFrostbitten (Jack/Pitch)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
A soft monotonous beeping echoed inside Jack’s dreams of dripping blood and soulless eyes. Slowly, he became aware of the pillow behind his head and the texture of rough sheets against his bare skin. His eyes flickered open, for a moment the light was too bright and white spots bloomed in front of his vision. He reached up to rub the sleep away causing a dull spike of pain to shoot up his back. Slowly he ran a hand across the bandages wrapping his torso. Suddenly there were warm fingers pushing his hair back.
“Jack?!” It was Pitch’s voice.
“Where…am I?” Jack’s voice came out as a raspy whisper.
Pitch let out a breath that spoke of fearful tension. “We’re in a hospital not too far from the fair”.
With that statement it all came flooding back. A shudder ran through Jack’s body and he felt a horrible wave of nausea. Leaning over the side of the bed he gagged, but his stomach was empty
EscapeCars flashed by, little more than metallic blurs of grays, whites and blacks, as well as the occasional red or blue. Their white and yellow headlights were blinding, offering the only source of light that the young woman had from where she stood, walking through the grass that lined the side of the highway.Escape4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was something that just felt peaceful about it all; the starless void of black that was the night sky overhead, the cool air that left goosebumps budding on her arms when it touched her skin, the shapeless cars speeding by her...
It was comforting being able to forget about everything, even if just for the moment; of all her troubles, of all of this horrible running, of Them and all the pain They had caused...
The young woman blinked, looking up and realizing only after she had bumped into her companion that she was trailing too closely behind him.
She grunted upon impact, gripping her friend's light blue shirt as she staggered back to keep from falling. The tall, wir
Forever Young - Part 1Jack flew across the surface of the snow. It felt great to be out of the Pole for a while. The other Guardians had been overly protective of him ever since that horrid sickness. But today he was happy to skim the surface of the snow covered cliffs and glaciers, barely 12 inches from the ground.Forever Young - Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hold up Frostbite! Not everyone can fly; some of us have to use these things called legs." Bunnymund shouted from somewhere far behind him. Jack pulled up and hovered above the snow, gripping his staff he looked back and saw the small figures that were the Guardians. North trudged through the snow, creating a large path in his wake which quickly caved in behind him. Tooth and Sandy flew above the snow, both wrapped in thick winter coats. Bunnymund was attempting to spring through the snow, but was making very slow progress as he didn't like snow very much and kept having to shake himself. The Guar
007Uwiodła mnie barwa jego głosu0075 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
te czułe ciepłe dłonie
i jego kojące spojrzenie.
Zatraciłam się w rozmowach
w tych przekomarzaniach
i w jego oczach.
Rozstajemy się każdego dnia
by następnego znowu paść sobie w ramiona
i dalej cieszyć się sobą.
Takie nasze przeznaczenie?
Już dawno przestaliśmy żyć własnym życiem
teraz są wielkie deklaracje
i wspólne przeżycia
Chcemy być kimś lepszym
nie zatracając siebie
Lecz Ty po prostu
nie pozwól mi spaść...
Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude"Why did you kill him?"Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He attacked me."
"You attacked all of them."
"I'm sorry "
"He was my brother, you know."
"I know "
"Why didn't you kill me?"
I woke abruptly to a loud chirping sound. Not surprisingly, it wasn't any sort of foul or mutated beast creeping up on us to devour our flesh, but just an innocent bird. Its song carried loudly through the dark halls of its new home.
It hopped about, occasionally pecking at the ground, for a piece or crumb that wasn't there. You knew food was short when even a little bird couldn't find a speck of calories to ingest. It's scrawny build and tattered feathers only reminded me of myself; Battered, bruised and hungry.
We all had it bad, even the birds.
But, even like the starving creature, we found ways to scrape by. We always managed to scrounge up a crumb or dented can to get us through the next day. We always had hope, and motivation, to carry on. Keeping our minds off the horrors of our world wasn't any easy task,