New lifeI knew it, as soon as the light of the sun was shining in my eyes, I knew it. I was finally free. They wouldn't be able to find me here. A smile slowly crept on my face when I felt a soft breeze hit my face. Yes, I was finally free. This would be my time to heal. I grabbed the small backpack that had been leaning against my leg, put it on my back, and with one last look at the airplane, I left.New life5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would be picking me up in the entrance hall. It was rather strange, I never met him before but I knew that I could trust him with my life. I found the exit and stepped into the big hall. I shivered a little; open spaces like this scared me because you never knew who would be waiting for you there.
I looked around for you, hoping to see you but I couldn't find you anywhere. The whole hall was filled with people and I couldn't recognize you in all those different faces. I had nothing to worry about though, because you recognized me. I wasn't sure it would be you, until you asked me t
Pretty Little LiesMy worst regretPretty Little Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not that I did not say
when I loved,
but that I did not love
when I said.
FairytaleOnce upon a time,Fairytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a girl,
She called herself weird,
To strange for this world.
Then there was her prince,
But she was scared to believe,
Scared to trust, scared to live,
Scared to think and scared to see.
He made her think about her life,
He made her trust and hope,
He told her she should think about,
This wicked, wicked world.
But one thing she had never guessed,
He loved her but for true,
She never thought that he would tell her,
'I want to be with you.'
So there she was still shocked with life,
Having someone on one knee
Telling her he loved her,
And everything she'd ever be.
She took her first risk ever made,
She trusted him for sure,
Wondering, was it really worth,
Taking the risk for?
Once upon a time,
There was a girl
She called herself weird,
To strange for this world.
But now there's a girl,
And you might have never,
Never thought it'd end like this,
But they live happily ever after.
WisdomSpace - EmptinessWisdom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Light - Goodness
Darkness - Badness
Fire - Action
Water - Control
Wind - Movement
Earth - Endurance
Lightning - Impact
Ice - Silence
Sound - Expression
Pulse - Emotion
Nature - Regeneration
Magnetism - Attraction
Gravity - Pressure
Fantasy NamesAceFantasy Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hold on tightDepressed and forgottenHold on tight3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
hiding behind a mask
that is old and rotten
no longer up to the task
The curtains are slipping
the show will soon end
the hand I was gripping
was not on the arm of a friend
I was left to fall
without wings to spread
you didn't even call
you just left me for dead
Theological Discussion"Is there a God?"Theological Discussion3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ParanoiaDime a cuantos pasos me encuentro de está, tu última morada;Paranoia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dime que razón me das de calor, de inocencia y de trovador.
Ya que las superficies inhóspitas de tu cordura me son ajenas, debo de entrar navegando en las arenas de tu locura, verte a los ojos cociendo caricias ignoradas en la historia de nuestra unión, viendo por siempre y hasta el fin estas creencias exageradas, banalidades de petulancia y de prejuicio, o el fondo de las arenas de este tu desierto abierto de pecho.
A media noche descubro tu realidad, no veo mas haya de tus vítreos ojos, que no han dejado ver tu horizonte, que no me permiten tomar el sueño, el manto de mis lamentos ni la realidad de tu cuerpo.
¿He visto aquellos viejos lagos de sal solo para perderme en tu ironía?
Si es así la verdadera elocuencia de tus preocupaciones son un fiel reflejo de tu verdad inédita, de tu color ajeno, de tu maligna prioridad, que no es más que no quedarte sola, no quedart
InsecuritiesYou would think, as time passesInsecurities3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it would be easier.
Easier to know that
I can't hold him right now,
He can't hold me right now,
We can't be together right now,
But it doesn't.
Yes, I'm usually okay,
I can think positively and
"One day, one day it'll happen."
But I do have my break down days.
And on those days I need you to
I have no doubt,
I just... those days,
Those days are usually my hard days,
the days you are the only thing
on my mind,
the days you are the only one
I want to be with
or talk to.
the days all I want is for you to
hold me and say
was one of them.
I haven't cried like that
Don't worry, I won't cry,
But I can't promise...
I can't promise...
I'm going to be laughing
all that much
Or I won't say sorry
Or I won't feel sorry,
for being so weak
as to not just deal with it on
my own, and help you
with your stuff.
I know it's a two-sided relationship,
I know you can help me
On the Day BeforeLast nightOn the Day Before5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we paused our
Long enough to agree
We'd never make it
and I know this.
Know it like I know
Water tastes like nothing
Whiskey tastes like sin.
Like I know
You were meant for
My Apology.At the risk of being too late,My Apology.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's something I'd like to say.
Here is my blanket apology,
One strictly about me.
I'm difficult and hard to handle.
I'm not a trophy for your mantle.
I'll treat you very wrong,
And in the morning I'll be gone.
You'll start to care for little things,
But never have I clipped my wings.
I have a habit of running,
I'll leave you waiting and wanting.
You'll fall deep into my eyes,
And I'll make yours cry.
I tend to leave without any notice,
Still you'll be a person of the lotus.
I'll leave you in a euphoric state,
You'll start to think it's fate.
My slate is grim with mire.
But together we'll make a fire.
You'll feel perfect for the day,
And then I'll be on my way.
It's not to say I don't love you,
It's just I like to start fresh and new.
Broken hearts never belong to the wild,
But I guess I'm just a scared child.
I may run back to your arms,
By then you'll be immune to my charms.
It's okay if you turn away,
I know the price I have to pay.
I warned you of
The Vampire King part nineCassy spun around gripping her chest as if to keep her heart from flying out. She saw a silhouette in the doorway, but she did not have to see the face to know who the voice belonged to. "I-I didn't mean to I just saw this from the d-doorway and " Cassy stuttered. "I do not mind, please, make yourself at home. My home is your home." Mael said and joined her by the fire. He was dressed in a deep red shirt, long sleeved, that buttoned up the front. From the way it dully shimmered in the flickering firelight, Cassy guessed it was made of silk. His pants were black, form fitting, showing off his tapered waist and making his shoulders seem all the wider.The Vampire King part nine4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His hair was loose, in a wild mane around his head, cascading down his shoulders to his chest. It seemed to soften his slightly sharp features. However, it did nothing to dull his eyes. If anything, they seemed to glow brighter now than they had before. Cassy was staring, she was sure he had noticed, but he politely decided to ig
To Dream of FallingI dream of falling.To Dream of Falling5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's not a dream common to angels. After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them. We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on. All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable. A joy, a graceless power. Flight.
Humans dream of it often, I am told. It makes sense. They have no wings save for what they create with their hands. Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters. Kites. They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street.
And yet I dream of falling.
And in my dreams, I always start out as what I am--a bookish secretary pushed into a role never intended for him--and I always end as a human.
And the first thing I feel is falling.
Sometimes I jump off the edge of one of the Heavens.
The Cake TheoryThe Cake Theory3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cake Theory
"Baby Cakes," the latest episode for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, evolved our understanding of the Equestrian world in more ways than one. Now, thanks to pony genes, we're able to see how two Earth ponies can give birth to a Pegasus and Unicorn without any immediate relations to ether race. Answer: Recessive traits. Thank you 8th grade biology! However, there are some questions that still need answering. I personally have a theory that pertains to each Cake baby, so let's slice right in!
Now, we're all familiar with Twilight Sparkle's struggle to learn and advance in magic as a young filly. In the episode 23 of season 1 - "The Cutie Mark Chronicles" - where we see her struggle to even turn a page with magic. And that's with the enormous amount of studying she puts in. So why then is it so hard for Twilight Sparkle - Celestia's prime student and the Element of Magic - to learn what she needed to and got to where she
Halley's TruthHalley's Truth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her pain and sorrow,
Be here today and tomorrow.
The glass of her eyes,
Covered by silent lies.
A seemingly stunning fate,
Choked by obvious hate.
Her beauty and perfection,
She sees only a tainted reflection.
The fear of loneliness and rejection,
Just part of her misconception.
Haunted by the memories in her mind,
Parts of her no one will find.
She'll see every last mistake,
Was just a risk she had to take.
The scars of an ugly past,
On through her eternity will last.
Rathalos vs. Tigrex NarrationRathalos vs. Tigrex Narration7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rathalos VS Tigrex
Writing by: Xglide
Picture by: Terekjet
It was a bright day, the sun blazed through the clouds, nya. It was another great day, meow. Hello the name is Xglide, Felyne Scribe, nya nya. This day I have experienced the most exciting and the most gruesome battle between two great monsters, the Tigrex and the Rathalos. Never have I seen such a battle, and in an unexpected place too: in the mountains, near Pokke village. I was lucky to record this extreme event without getting hurt. The talented Melynx Artist Terekjet, a good friend of mine, drew this picture above of the battle. And now the story begins.
I was stalking a Rathalos because I wanted to write an ecology about them. He was in the forest, near Kokoto Village, drinking water. He raised his head and checked his surrounding. I ducked down to hide from him. He flew up and grabbed onto his tail as he took off. Im really light so he didnt notice.
Canada and CleverbotUser: Hi!Canada and Cleverbot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
User: My name's Mathieu.
Cleverbot: Hi matt, do you mind me calling you matt?
User: I don't mind.
Cleverbot: Do you read minds?
User: YES. I'm also the country of Canada!
Cleverbot: Canadians aren't human?
User: Nope, we're aliens!
Cleverbot: Where do the aliens come from?
User: From alien vaginas.
Cleverbot: I don't have one.
User: I can fix that.
Cleverbot: I don't want any spies.
User: No spies, just vaginas!
Cleverbot: I'd rather not talk about such things, if you don't mind.
User: Oh, but I DO mind!
Cleverbot: But I don't.
User: Are you France? People seem to think that.
Cleverbot: Of course people can see through your evil scheme, Foul Beast!
User: I think not! Maple, you know my secret!
Cleverbot: I know all your secrets!
User: Are you God?
User: I knew it! Is God also France?
User: Aw, bullocks. Greece, then?
Cleverbot: Yea. I said that.
User: Alfred? Is this you?
Cleverbot: Is who me?
User: Is who me you do me you sue?
The Perfect StrangerThe Perfect Stranger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect stranger talked to me when no one else could
The perfect stranger held me close and i knew that they would
The perfect stranger has a smile as big as their Arms
The perfect stanger has some skill to meet their cunning charm
The Perfect stranger walks in line and then they dissapear
You'd be the perfect stranger too if you erase all my fears
The perfect stranger fits in smooth and is cool without a doubt
The perfect stranger likes to talk but knows when to shut there mouth
Feel so real
Move through the soul
And make you feel
Yet Something cold
You wait to see how this unfolds
Is he the truth
Or a lie
Is he staright forward
And you got me asking why all because your in my mind
The perfect stranger......
In the dark, In my mindIn the dark, In my mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark
In my mind
It's killing me
Wasting my time
What's not there
Takes every ounce
I cannot wait
For when it will pounce
Under my bed
In my closet
What I dread
Embracing my thoughts
Turning them scary
Something they should not
Sleep is gone
And every time
It's never the same
Light is it's enemy
Fear is it's friend
Hate is an ally
It works with Dread
It is not there
I can't deny
But I get no sleep
And the Dark is why
Autumn MythsThe seasons formAutumn Myths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a marriage of opposites. Two
exalted lights meet, both searching
a sky devoid of allegiance. It reads
like a prelude to creation.
Not cumulus, not stratus or cirrus: instead the
mists lie on gravel-throated greens, entirely indistinct.
We pass with caution through divine riot, knowing
very little except of the carrion: the treetops who
snatch celestial glory, gilt earth with futile pride.
They hope for a metamorphisis of old habits but
instead find fortunes are fleeting- goblin gold,
lifting with the skies as they fill with hoarse gloom.
We gathered some, plucked them from
the air for souveniers. Counted the decay
in seasons, the most innocent of capitalists.
Water is born to the newly naked world. Only
evergreens announce the new heaviness of life
as it falls around us. Synchronously, somewhere
beneath: fire is a constant candle. A shrine,
the chimney stands peerless clothed in whites.
Scarves fall from her swan neck, or feathers. Each
Grave of the Fireflies. The Grave of the Fireflies.Grave of the Fireflies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.