Thinking about you.As I sit here and ponderThinking about you.3 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?
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.
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?3 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.
Why I fightJake has become the rider of last shadow and is gathering his army. Yet he still feels the regrets of what happened. And he just wants to let his hurt mate know why he came back and why he fights for them.Why I fight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why I fight
If you are one of us help us!
The ground rumbled with thunder as hooves pounded the dirt and the sky echoed with screeches. The beat of war drums rumbled through the air as the heart of the warriors' moral.
Within a day, Jake's group was able to reach the clans of the plans and of the seaboard to have their warriors come and help. When they returned, Jake saw the other fliers return with more of the clans across the land.
Jake stood with his arm resting against a tree trunk. They would all be heading to war soon and Jake knew this. He felt someone approach from behind him. He looked behind him through the corner of his eye. It was Neytiri. He took a deep breath and turned to her. They haven't had any time to talk alone. They needed to talk.
"Oel Ngati Kameie"
Just a PoemJust a Poem3 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...
Why the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings were wrongYou read that right, people. I am going to tackle the bombings which brought World War II to an end, the bombings which killed 246,000+ people: Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Keep in mind, despiteWhy the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings were wrong1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Today, I will explain why the bombings were morally wrong.
In the last year of World War II, Japan was on it's last knees. It was a dying a slow, painful death. It had lost every island, it had been pushed into a corner, it's military was collapsing, both the US and the Soviet Union were converging on Japan on all sides, but Japan was fighting to the bitter end. You know what happened.
Yes, I will accept that Hiroshima and Nagasaki both had military bases, but that doesn't justify dropping two nuclear bombs on two cities, killing god-knows-how-many-civilians. Before and very early in the war, the US viciously and rightfully condemned the Empire of Japan for it's war crimes, one of which was the mass murder of 30,000 people in China. There is no justification for that either, but
The Commuter's NarrativeI can't even begin to explain to you how much public transportation bugs me. It seems words can't even grasp the amount of filth and lack of systematic planning that creates the null void of rational thought, smack dab in the middle of Boston.The Commuter's Narrative3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Trains, bus, and commuter rail: It's all the same crap, every day.
But, as ridiculous and dirt-attracting this moldy rail system is, our society thrives on it. A generous amount of people, especially in our current economic state, take public transportation to reach their job. That job, in turn, creates local revenue.
Without revenue, Boston would shrivel into a monstrous waste of rust and nothingness.
Sometimes, I wish it wasn't there. Just some force of other-worldly power could yank the entire system off the face of the planet, tossing it into the blank void of space itself. It's a hassle, costly, and attracts a certain group of undesirables.
But, fact is, there are more commuters besides trash-smeared hobos and sickly-thin crack-addicts
MaskThe trees had long since shed their warm-colored leaves, scattering them thickly over the browning blades of grass. The boy walked, hands shoved deep into the warm confines of his coat pockets, shoulders hunched at an attempt to protect his neck from the chilly fall wind. Even this early in the fall season, they were wary of snowfall.Mask3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dying leaves crunched undertoe as he walked briskly, weaving through the leafless trees whose branches clawed greedily at his coat with thin, knobby fingers.
He couldn't be too far now, he decided.
The walk through the forest had started to feel almost unbearably long once the colder weather had hit.
More than once he had considered staying home rather than venturing off into the forest that, once night fell, became eerie and unwelcoming. He always changed his mind, however. He couldn't help returning night after night. He would never risk missing this; what if this very visit was the last he could ever have and They never came back again?
No, it was
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.Escape3 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
I am Native AmericanI am Native American4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played
Dream Walkers 1:2 Save a LifeDream Walkers 1:2 Save a Life5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dream seemed like it was never ending now. The white lights were still there and there were still voices though she couldn't understand then any more, they were just noise now. She had lost all track of time, before the dreams came and would end after a while but they were becoming more frequent. The feeling she had of crying was now gone, she had not had the feeling in a long time now.
No, the fear was gone, the feeling of being an observer was all that was left. She wasn't dead, at least she didn't thing so. She mentally shook her head trying again to wake up from this dream. The salvation she so desperately hoped for never came. She eventually started counting the times the lights came on and went off. Light day and night.
The counting keep her occupied at first, but it was not helping any more. The dream was always there now, only slightly changing. Sometimes there was a white blur, other times there might be a colorful
Pandora Dreams - Chapter 7Pandora Dreams - Chapter 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, you still haven't recovered even after the fourth time of seeing Hometree, huh? I told you, it's just a tree. It's not that amazing."
"It's " Danny didn't know the Na'vi word for 'immense', or even if there was one, so instead he finished off lamely, "big."
Ash'teth came to a stop in front of him and crooked an eyebrow, unable to hide a lopsided smile of amusement. "'It's big'. Aren't we descriptive today?"
"Oh, shut up," was Danny's highly original retort, unable to explain why he didn't have the developed sense of articulation he would like to while speaking in this language. He reached out to playfully shove the Na'vi, but he was one step ahead of him and dodged nimbly to the side, laughing as Danny missed. Exaggerating a groan, Danny glanced up at the canopy of trees high above them, silhouetted against the mid-morning sun. Despite his promise to his parents - which had been nagging at him relentlessly since he had returned to his avatar the day af
Seasons of Love part 1 - SummerSeasons of Love part 1 - Summer2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
I See You Part 1Part 1I See You Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jake?" Neytiri called. She saw his body laying there, where Quaritch had thrown him. "Jake?" she called again. She made her way over to him and knelt down, trying to shake him awake. "Jake!" she yelled. Still he did not stir. Neytiri stood there, unable to believe it. Was he gone? Tears threatened to flow from her eyes, yet she held them back.
Neytiri's sensitive ears picked up a sound she hadn't heard before: sirens. Turning around, Neytiri saw the compound that Quaritch had smashed open. That's when she remembered. Jake was a dreamwalker, one of the sky people in another body. From inside, she could faintly hear wheezing. Her eyes widened, and she dashed to it. She encountered a plexiglass window. She looked down, and on the floor, she saw the source of the wheezing. There was one of the sky people on the ground. She banged her fists against the window a few times. Once she realized she couldn't break it, Neytiri dashed down to the broken window. Vaulting in, she ran dow
Bioshock Short-Story: He'll Always Be my Daddy~''Jaaacccckkkkk I want to go look aroooouuuunnnnnddd'' I groaned for what seemed like the hundredth time.Bioshock Short-Story: He'll Always Be my Daddy~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack looked at me slightly annoyed and sighed, ''Fine, but you know it's not just going to be a casual walk, Nikki''
I smiled and rolled my eyes, ''Yes I knnnooowww, but you can take care of those evil monsters Jack, can't you?''
Jack laughed and ruffled my hair, ''You bet I can..just give me a sec..'' He said getting up from his desk and walking into another room.
I jumped with delight and started skipping around in circles in the room. It had been so long that we had actually left this small hotel room that I don't even remember what was beyond the rooms door.
Jack came out of the room gripping a gun in one hand and in the other hand a small radio, ''Ready kiddo?''
I looked at the gun and radio in confusion, ''Why do you need those Jack?''
Jack sighed and crouched next to me, ''Those monsters are still out there Nikki this is for our own protection you understand?''
Pandora Dreams - Chapter 4Pandora Dreams - Chapter 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eyes closed, Ash'teth allowed himself to drift into the melody of the prayer song as he swayed along with every other member of the Omaticaya, a perfect unison of cyan bodies. They sat in rows radiating out from the Tree of Souls, which stood high above them, casting a pale rose glow on the Na'vis' upturned faces as they sang. Every single queue was connected to the tendrils that rose from the ground beneath them, every single Na'vi connected, for those few short minutes, to Eywa and to their ancestors.
Eventually, the song faded, and Ash'teth opened his eyes to see the other Na'vi stretching as if awakening from a satisfying sleep, and beginning to get to their feet. He stayed where he was for a few moments longer until someone trod on his tail on their way back into the forest, and he glared vehemently at their back before finally disconnecting his queue from the tree's roots and scrambling up. Brushing his fringe out of his face with one hand, he stood and looked at
Bioshock endingThe man was alone in his ward, the incessant beeping of the heart monitor and the sweet birdsong outside his window his only companions. For now. They were coming, he knew it in his gut.Bioshock ending4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man was, for all intents and purposes, ancient. His skin was mottled and wrinkled, his hair gone and his once handsome features worn away by time. He was being injected with every drug imaginable just to keep his heart pumping. Despite it all he could feel his heart begin to slow. He knew his time was coming.
The door opened and the man raised his head painfully off his pillow. A woman stood in the doorway. At fifty years old she still looked young, her brown hair only just beginning to grey. He smiled, she had come. Her name was Abigail and she was the first at everything, the first to graduate, the first to marry and now the first to come to him. Her face was sad, her eyes already beginning to well up with tears. She came and knelt beside his bed.
"Hold on, father. The others are coming." she sai
Injustice: Guest Characters: Cole MacGrathInjustice: Gods Among Us Guest CharactersInjustice: Guest Characters: Cole MacGrath1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cole was once just an ordinary bike courier, a man no one noticed. However, the day the Blast happened would change his life forever. Now with the ability to control electricity, Cole set out to do good in the world. He stopped Kessler in Empire City and with the help of his allies in New Marais, sacrificed himself to destroy the Beast and cure the plague that infected the world.
But destiny was not done with Cole, soon he was mysteriously resurrected in a world that super powered human and even gods fought in a brutal war. The fighting took a toll on the ordinary citizens and Cole decided to jump into the war, not for either warring faction, but to protect the helpless citizens.
Voice Actor: Jason Cottle
Primary: New Marais Good Cole outfit
Secondary: Empire City Good Cole outfit
Alternative 1: Kessler Outfit
Alternative 2: Empire City Ordinary Cole outfit(the one he starts out with.)
Fighting Type: Powers User, ab
BioShock: Part 1AChapter 1 [Welcome to Rapture]BioShock: Part 1A7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Section A [Stranded!]
Would you care for another drink, sir?
No maam. My cigarette should do me just fine.
Alright, just let me know if you need anything.
The plane was slightly dim; most of the passengers had either fallen asleep, or were bemusing themselves with the post. The flight was supposedly long, but Jack had his own object to focus on during the flight. It was an odd package, even though the box had been wrapped in plain heavy brown paper, the kind you would use to hold groceries while at the super-market. It was tied together with heavy twine as well. But that wasnt what made the box so odd. Although it was as small as his hand, it weighed a bit more than expected, and the opening statement of the letter attached said Do not open until 63°2N and 29°55W, would you kindly. It was the oddest way to start a letter, but it must have meant something to the perso
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 3)JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Amelia sat at the captain's table in the day cabin, looking at her gold-edged plate and trying not to think. The dinner seemed to be taking forever.
"I do apologise for the venue," Forsythe said. "But I am afraid that our wardroom is high on the list of items needing your dockyard's services. I trust that this setting is not to your discomfort, your excellency."
"It's quite all right, Sir Edmund." Governor Atros Liden sat back in his chair. He was a pale-skinned human of late middle years, with the complexion and girth of someone who hadn't spent much time outdoors. He wore a ceremonial white uniform decorated with a purple sash and a golden chain of office that was far more ostentatious than the simple one Archimedes had worn when Amelia first met him and which brought back too many memories for Amelia to look any more closely at it. "And I am grateful for your hospitality."
"We are honoured by your presence,
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
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter TwoThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Two6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Frieda fanned herself in the blazing heat, stomping up the front steps of the porch. Even outside of the populated cities, New York’s summers were brutal, and women’s fashion was thick and layered.
“Please let me in today.” She panted to herself, already dreading the walk back home.
Using the brass knocker, she banged against the door. She refused to let herself in this time. She waited, listening carefully for Dr. Howell’s presence. After several minutes, and another round of knocking, she heard shuffling footsteps behind the wood. She heard the clunk of a lock, then the door swung open to reveal Zeke standing in the doorway. His hair was combed to the best ability and he was clean shaven, his clothes were fresh, and he even looked rested. He was dressed in his usual dark green vest and white button shirt, cuffed at the elbows, and pants tailored to better fit his shorter height. In Frieda’s private opinion, his appearance was similar to the drawing
The Scout's Bandages Cap. 14The Scout's Bandages Cap. 143 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The time has come."
Five days had gone by now, the week Nick had to wait was over. He was now standing outside of the Announceror Helen's office and could feel the sweat coming down his back, his hands shaking slightly. There was no turning back now, he had to know if this was it or not. He knocked on the door firmly and waited for the reply to come in, then he walked in.
"Good to see you Nick." Helen sat in her chair with her back towards Nick.
He walked up to the seat in front of the large desk and sad down nervously. "Before I tell what I have decided, I would like to talk to you about something."
"Yes?" he said low.
"Do you really wish to go back?" She turned her chair around and looked at him seriously.
"I do! Please let me go back Helen! I need this!" He almost yelled back and clenched his hands around the chair's arms.
"I see. I have been monitoring them extra carefully this time and looked for any signs of change since you left." He didn't say anything, b