Mothman Research PaperI was assigned to write a research paper. To my great relief and tremendous delight, I am allowed to write about any topic I wish, so I am going to write my research paper about the Mothman. Now, normally I would launch into a big, dull speech about how I first learned about the Mothman, how the knowledge became an obsession, and…so on and so forth. Fortunately for everyone I don't have time to bore people to sleep, right now, so…yes. To make a long story short: My parents were about to watch a scary movie, "The Mothman Prophecies" (2002, Lakeshore Entertainment, starring Richard Gere and Laura Linney) and asked if I wanted to watch it. I said yes. My life was changed forever, apparently, because the next thing I knew I was trying to know everything possible about this mysterious Mothman character.Mothman Research Paper9 years ago in Historical More Like This
Weird, pointless fact: I was eating white rice with soy sauce when I first watched the movie!
The Mothman is a bizarre, paranormal creature, one that has its rightly deserved place in what
DarkDark6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like your hair damp and tousled
the simplicity of your skin
and bare bone sharp of your face
clean against the pillow
where your eyes watch the night in wonder
and your limbs tangle in my dark.
Talking catsI wonder what a cat would say,Talking cats9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If it should choose to speak one day.
Would it confess to you the time,
It had committed that awful crime.
They'd say it was outside the house,
Where it tracked and killed that little mouse.
Or would it share what it knows best?
The perfect place to have a rest.
These thoughts I have now in my head,
Stay with me as I go to bed.
One day I hope we will find out,
What these cats really think about.
But as I look at mine and smile,
I know it wont be for a while.
Love Poem..Love Poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we'd pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man's hand
and made sure he wasn't too warm
because it is summer;
I'm on the second floor;
and that was always your
this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you'd come knocking.
tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I'll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.
I know there are supposed to be
radio love songs, movies with Meg
Ryan and wondering when we'll meet
doesn't budge on the details.
Fallen AngelFallen Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
An old man's deathAn old man's death4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it until then. That would only be a month after the six month mark the doctors gave him back in March. Then she adds .
He didn't know what to say. He'd never make it that long. He knew he couldn't. For a moment, she caught the distress in his eyes, but he looks away quickly back at the cookies and milk. "Thanks for the cookies." H
Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the words
The words that lead me to a world of wonder
"Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is lost, time is lost
Tick, tock, tick tock
Forever lost, forever lost
Tick tock, tick tock,
My mind is lost "
And I repeat it until my eyes closed
Then I fell and fell
Down into the realm of my mind
Where anything is possible
It is a dream, but it seems so real
I'm tempted to stay,
DefriendedLife or social-notworkingDefriended6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
logged-on or just lurking
Friendship or contact-listed
Ties that never existed
Followed like herds of sheep
Praised with talks so cheap
Shepherds guide communities
And life's opportunities
Disagreements they'll arise
We're friends only in disguise
Remove the masks and the friend
And you're my next pretend
Finding.Plunder the subconscious,Finding.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear its treasures to this 'verse,
Show off your ill-begotten prize,
You've earned naught,
But an empty box.
Call it the lost manner,
Call it by any name.
You'll be dead either way,
Can you recall,
The detached emptiness?
It's there, right there.
All your attempts, to cover the gap.
It stands out to them, a screaming scar.
Unseen but impossible to look away,
Drawing your eyes as a car crash,
The blood on the highway
The torn survivors
The knowing police officer
The mourning volunteer fire fighter
Once again called to duty
To rip another metal beast open
Always too late to save the fragile life inside.
Digress, it's a part of this life.
Once again your gaze is frozen,
It's as if they have laid anchor.
Why is something so horrid,
Broken, mutated, so different,
Here the answer lies within.
Find your treasure, capture your prize.
MOVING ONWhen i knew i`ll win, i lost ...MOVING ON6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When i was sure of loosing i won ...
When i needed people the most they left me ...
When i learnt to dry my tears,
I found a shoulder to cry on ...
When i craved for love, Nobody came to me ...
When i mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me ...
Now when i started to live just for love,
That somebody took away my life from me,
And left me at a cliff from where i`ll definitly fall ...
But am still hanging ...
Hanging with a hope,
Hope to get happiness,
Coz LIFE keeps moving on ...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
LetterIts a strange thing, nonexistence. No name, no past, no future. Just a drifting in and out, with minimal contact and maximum impact.Letter6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Not that youd know I dont exist by looking at meand you can look at me if youre clever enough to see me. I am visible, though dimly. Blue eyes, dyed black hair in a mess of a short shag, undersized, edging on underweight. That last one is thanks to my newfound love of insomnia, but that is neither here nor there.
I dont exist. Yes, youre reading my words, and yes, Im utilizing a physical form to write this, but I. Do. Not. Exist. I will sign this letter with a name, but you wont find it recorded in any database or any vault. My photograph has been taken, but every one of them has either been eliminated or tucked away where I can keep careful track of it. I leave no fingerprint
Fight Scene- Nick VS ShayKay, the only thing you really need to understand for this is that Shay's wings are invisible. XD That's... about it.Fight Scene- Nick VS Shay6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Characters (c) Me... and Genie. XD *Shot*
Oomph! the man fell backwards, slamming hard against the ground.
And once again, the win goes to Dane! The man grinned, but it was forced. Dane was too good; nobody was willing to fight him anymore. And for good reason. At six feet, seven inches, the man stood formidably over the rest of the crowd. Does anyone else want to challenge the undefeated champ!? Probably not. Dane was rough with his opponents. He hadnt broken anything, but hed left a few bruises. The crowd was silent, some people glancing doubtfully at each other. Nobody wants to face Dane in a sparring match?
Ill spar, piped a voice from the crowd. There was some movement as someone made their way to the front.
Finally, a challenger! The man exclaimed. Well, lets get
Broken Wingsit's off the cuffBroken Wings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you're stuck with
(a silent symphony
bump a simple melody
lust's precious sting
it's time's broken wing
wined + dined
and finding yourself (unsuited)
grave emotional stains
bloated out chains
carried around my neck
fear did soon
abort me (trifling)
Addiction -poem-Take me in your armsAddiction -poem-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make me whole again,
Hold me together,
Youre the only one strong enough.
Youre the only one that understands
Youre the only one I need
Youre the only one I want.
Without you Im nothing but pieces
Scattered into oblivion,
Never to be repaired by anybody
Only your love
can fuel my lifebeat,
And only your compassion is enough
To touch my very soul.
You are my one true love,
And forever my heart will be a slave
To you and this helpless addiction
That I wouldnt give up for anything.
CuttersSitting here in the dark,Cutters8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a knife in my hand.
I press the blade to flesh,
it cuts deep,
the blood begins to flow.
It runs in a steady flow down my arm,
staining the carpet down below.
Again the blade connects,
and the flow begins again.
Sitting in the dark,
as my blood flows,
I can feel my life fading fast.
The last thing I ever feel is the knife falling from my lifeless hand.
I feel so alive even though I'm dead,
here in heaven.
I'm with all the others like me,
cutters to a T,
even in heaven we can be free,
to cut the flesh and feel again.