Ellen Page TGEllen Page TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack was a movie fanatic, he watched anything and everything that came to theaters, he especially liked ones that had cool ideas and twists at the end. His favorite movie was Shutter Island, but Inception had just come out on DVD so he had to see if it was as good as everyone said. After he got home from getting the movie he put it in and turned off the lights so his mirror wouldn't create such a annoying shine in his small, dull apartment. He grabbed the remote and hit play. About halfway into the movie he thought to himself, "I wish I could be in Ellen Page's position, that would be so cool." A few minutes passed and he began to feel tingles in his feet, he just assumed they were asleep and didn't pay much attention, they became rather small and dainty. The feeling went up his legs, and yet again he just passed it off as some sort of bad sitting position, so he moved a bit and continued to watch. His legs became much more slender and ladylike, while all his body hair began
Lost Soul FanaaLost Soul Fanaa5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"The day I met you, my life began
You were the sunshine of my life
You were the meaning of the world
Since I lost you, nothing has sense
I have no more fate, my destiny disappeared
I feel so cold, my heart is hurt
I'm not dead but I feel like a ghost
I am a lonely illusion of who I was to you
I wish I stop breathing
As you did, my beloved Syld
Without you I have no soul,
Not any more reason to live
I miss you so desperately
I'd give my all to offer you a rebirth
Or to rejoin you anywhere you are
Until the end of time my angel
I am yours for eternity"
"Le soleil s'est levé, j'y ai reconnu ton visage
C'est ton existence qui a illuminé le monde
Il a perdu tout sens, maintenant que tu n'es plus
Ma destinée s'est effacée, mon chemin a disparu
L'intense douleur en mon cur me ravage
Me glace, me brise, m'écorche et me déchire
Je voudrais comme toi cesser de respirer
En te perdant j'ai égaré mon âme, ma Foi
Et toute raison de
AloneAlone4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why am I hated?
Love is what I've awaited.
Sitting all alone, listening to others drone.
I always disappear, when others are near.
I've sometimes pleaded to just be needed ...
Don't give up.Don't give up.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's funny how our pasts frame us
How the person we used to be never lets go of who we are today
Our failures and victories
They haunt us like ghosts or visit us like old friends
But it's up to you whether you choose to dwell on it or let it be a friendly reminder
You can give up and never try again
Or you can convert your failure into energy to put towards perseverance
People who choose to give up will soon find themselves lonely at a dead end
Those who choose to keep going will find the road of success and true happiness
People say there's lots of choices you can make in life
But there's really only two
Surrender or Fight
Which one will you choose?
I'm here for youI'm here for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it hurts for I've felt your pain
You want to give up
and let the enemies erase you
So I'm telling you now
That your life isn't over
There's still a chance to find happiness
and to have a smile
There's many who feel the same as you do
and I'm sure you know that is true
But did you know that I'm one of those people
who wishes they'd disappear?
I plaster a smile on my face around you
and everyone else
But inside it's cold and dark
and taken over by misery
So I'm telling you now
that all my words are true
I want to be the one
you run to when you're scared
I want to be the shoulder to cry on
when your broken down and alone
I'm always there for you with arms opened wide
please don't over look me now
I'll gladly push all my pain far away
if it would help you recover
And if all you need is a hug
then I'll hug you tight and not say a word
All I'm saying is you're not alone
I'm right here for you whenever you need me
I'm your friend
To.seek.a.voice. VII: SolitudeFor all sad wordsTo.seek.a.voice. VII: Solitude4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The saddest are those you hide
Beneath music when your voice dies.
A trembling shy memory of slumbering minds,
Living on what's have been past behind,
How to smell a rose that died?
To roses that walked along your side.
When the sense is rotten yet sublime.
i can flyI can flyi can fly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said its not a lie
I knew I would not die
I heard you sigh
The air thundered by
You said dont close your eye (s)
The ground rushed up
I knew I would not die
I heard you sigh
I will be by your side
I looked for you as I glide (ed)
I was not alone
I knew you had not lied
So why do I feel as Ive died
I will never leave you
The water below became blue
Why does it keep getting closer?
I swore this was something I would never do
That I would love you knew
I hit the ground
My heart beats and pounds
You never jumped with me
I try to breath, a grizzly sound
I heard you die
What I Need -poem-Want me.What I Need -poem-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even at my very worst.
closedyou always told meclosed6 years ago in Open More Like This
how you hated school
hated the suffocating lectures
and lack of fresh air
how unfair it was
that you could watch
the birds and the butterflies
but couldn't feel the sun
on your face
you used to speak of
ancient times, when
outran a god, and
still ruled the seas
you used to dream of
returning to the
wild, free past
the gods up in Olympus
heard your idle musings
and Poseidon shook
but you're still suffocated
under concrete and steel rubble
and the air vents remain
lapsedAnachronistic ideaslapsed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left me wanting more
Acid washed memories, thrown
onto your rusty shores
Oh lord I see you
Greed from the mouth
Shift another quiet
Left in transition
Cant hide this
Hey now, time to start
Just a mind of the
So much further
than the simple can catch
If I could
I would dance my life
This seems too heavy
To light to the Touch
Seeds in the fire
A little was always
Simple smiles transgressed
More simple intent
No release now
Wind and worry
Rape of the will
Buffered by Sin
Wicked Little Secret-KeeperTell me everything, I whisperWicked Little Secret-Keeper6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty poison in your ear
And let me have your burdens
Your every dread and every fear.
I promise I'll tell nothing
That if you trust in me, you'll see
Though speaking up will kill your heart
Your secret's safe with me.
A Collective RealizationA Collective Realization6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Collective Realization
We are the dead
Yes, we are the dead
Freezing, but learning.
So who are we now?
Those lost in savage Africa
On a quest for ivory
Our hearts full of
Oh, the horror, the horror!
We are without time,
Lost in time,
Or, rather, it is
The space-time fabric
Which is lost in us.
Yes, that is it.
And we, too, have our time
Just as the day
Or the night.
It is day by the blessed sun
Or, night by the blessed moon.
We say it is the moon,
We know it is the sun.
then god be blessed
For it has its time!
And winter has its.
To everything, they say,
There is a season.
A time to break down,
A time to build up.
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak.
Yes, all that.
But what else.
Yes, we know now...
To be drunken off Soma
Or Victory Gin,
It is the best and worst feeling
We shall ever have.
And in the Golden City,
That is all there is.
And for a time, it is good.
And then they awaken us.
Green Thingy: Ode to a DreamA shaft in the mindGreen Thingy: Ode to a Dream8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sliced with blades like thin butter
Dreams flow thickly down
Pouring rain in the gutter
A place familiarly unknown
Where the past is the present
And the future is born
Sleeps the Giant, like a peasant
Softly slowly soundless steps
Ever closer he does get
Memories past of stories read
Watch your step! Don't bump your head
Eyes like gold of Aztec fame
Brazen face and shaggy mane
He is king of nought in here
He is not even one to fear
Nought has he but one reward
A secret for a treasure hoard
But even this he must depart
A greenish thing, his pure heart
This belongs to his lord's hand
And gives it thus, with one demand
That in remembrance he will dwell
Saved from the gates of burning hell
His master's response to this is thus:
"Get inside and don't make a fuss!"
Shay's SufferageShay was special. She was supposed to feel everything with this SPECIAL icy clarity. Too bad she wasn't. And it was Tally. Tally had betrayed her, and acted like it wasn't her fault. What if it wasn't? Tally became unpretty. Was it just the pill? Tally still had an ugly heartbeat, no matter her special state of being.Shay's Sufferage7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Tally was truly special.
Shay fell into mottled dreams. Tally stood on a rock, and dropped a heart shaped pendant into the fire, sending up hordes of ashes. "That was dramatic," said a familiar ugly voice. David.
Shay woke up with tears streaming down her face, too bad she hardly knew why. But she knew who she had to talk to. She pinged Tally. There was no signal.
She felt so stupid. -Of course,- she thought -there is no signal out here! This is no city! This is the wild. And Tally's out there someplace.- Shay held her knife to her arm, but somehow, it made her feel sick to look st the knife.
Her nose clogged, and she dizzied as she passed 'The Bald Head'. The Smoke was s
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